Whisper+vs+Zyren

Whisper vs Zyren: Battle Royale!
Amras, an Athalian village deep within the forest, is holding a winter festival. Everyone in the surrounding area has come to join in the festivities. There is skating on the frozen pond, skiing along the hunting trails, and snowball fights abound by the children. Everyone seems to be in a fit mood despite the chill of the season.

Within the village square, there are concessions set up where venders from all over the area have come to sell their goods. There is a nearby set up within a circled grove of trees, where any man or woman-at-arms may compete in a match of strength and skill. Already, Blue Grove's champion knight, Sir Edain Truestrike, has bested everyone who has come to call. The village leaders have noted how many have come to challenge him, and wrote up a tournament board. The winner has the right to challenge Sir Truestrike. Several dozen have enlisted, and the duels so on well into the week.

With two days left in the tourny, there are two competetors remaining: Maisa Ironhail and Zyren Si Vaerdaer.

Maisa Ironhail, also known as Whisper, was well known in these parts. Her family were stout warriors, proving themselves time and time again as protectors of the Athalian Realm. Standing a handspan under five feet, her silvery-white hair pulled back in a neat braid to the small of her back. Shedding her thick cloak, she wore a slate blue tunic that cascaded down ot her knees, decorated elegantly with silver graces and matching leggings. Whisper's twin swords glittered strikingly as they shone from her hip, and the intricate elven chainmail she wore covered her in a fine web of sheer brilliance. Yes, the lady Ironhail was a sight to behold for any who looked upon her.

Zyren Si Vaerdaer, a wanderer, had happened upon the festivities by chance. While she was not known to these people before, her name will surely stick with them well after she's gone. Standing over five feet tall, the half-elven woman wore her blond hair in a tight bun. Her traveler's tunic had seen better days, but it was over-shadowed by her chainmail and strangely moving cloak. A twin-bladed sword was strapped to her back, which she unsheathed and locked into place with her specially made gauntlets.

Now, things are getting interesting. A large group has gathered outside the fighters circle, spectators and fellow competitors alike. Let the battle comence!