FINRAER

Finraer sat at his desk busying himself gathering spell components, awaiting the arrival of an old friend. It had been strange indeed for the Cleric/ Mage to receive news of a visitor considering his distance from the rest of the world. Even stranger that it be from Benethor, although once companions one would hardly describe their relationship as friends. Finraer could only assume the thief needed something from him otherwise why would he bother. 

As if on cue a bolt whistled through the air towards Finraer only his enchanted helm protecting him from what surely would have been a fatal blow. Finraer wheeled around quickly trying to discover the hiding place of his attacker. But before he could he felt the bitter sting of steel on skin as the assassins blade pierced Finraers exposed shoulder. Finraer quickly grabbed his hammer and forced the release of the blade with a competent offensive sweep, before chanting a cure poison spell to ward off any enchantment the blade may have carried. By this time his attacker had stealthed into yet another hiding place. Finraer now aware he was being hunted quickly prepared himself for battle by recanting some simple cleric spells.

He backed into the corner trying to eliminate the space from which the assassin could attack, but it was of no use as he soon found as he was struck down with a blow to his knee. Finraer retaliated with a magic bullets spell which missed his target as he again received a blow from the dagger. Finraer's armor protected him fortunately giving Fin the time to cast an invisibility purge. It worked! and Finraer was surprised to see the identity of his attacker.

Devotion cursed as her identity was revealed, she was supposed to invite Finraer to the competition but she despised him so and thought his scalp would please Mytol no end. So she stealthed into his home and attempted a assignation, but it had failed and now Finraer held the upper hand. Finraer attacked immediately casting vines to hold Devotion. He then cast a sphere around Devotion to prevent her from casting any spells. Devotion retaliated with magic bullets, but Finraers size and strength were enough that they failed to break his concentration.

With Devotion incapacitated Finraer grilled her on why she was here and when he heard of the appalling competition immediately knew Mytol was up to something and decided he had better enter the competition to investigate. So he in his own polite fashion took Devotion by the arm and transported them to the competition.