Blood, bruises and broken bones.

These were all things that were happening at the battle stands in Lómëdor as a contest was far underway. People of many different races had gathered at the stands to battle with each other in order to prove which race was the best overall in Arda, or at least the best race out of those that had shown up. It was set to be a battle like no other, with people’s bones being broken, blood spilling everywhere and even the death of many people who would dare enter in the Competition.

One man that had travelled to Lómëdor in order to enter said Tournament was of the Elven race, he was a skilled fighter and an expect at using two blades at the same time which added another threat to his battle style to others. The blades this man had taken with him to the Tournament were his Sword of Air, and Sword of Ice. The magic within each of these blades would help greatly in the battles to come during this day, as would the sharpness of the steel used to make them since the man had taken great care with his weapons.

The name of this man to enter the Tournament was Tas Oberon; he needed to prove to his father that he was not a weakling when it came to armed combat, or even unarmed for that matter. Tas had been training for many years for this day and now it was time, time to prove that he was a powerful elf who could take on people of many other races no matter what they were. The time to battle was close at hand, and the purple haired Elf was ready!

purple elves are pretty cool but this one was a magical creature that new a ninja :ph34r: . the elf was friends with many creatures in the forest and the squirrels loved him. He was the leader of many powerful squads and had been in a recent war. he had many bruises and gashes.

many things are strange in this world like what we eat and what people think of mythology.