“Oris’Sion’In, The Life Ender holds no power over me.” The daughter of the Tyrant, and granddaughter of Maev’Sil’Vien retorted as she observed the being who had come to challenge her in this round of the competition. It was the grotesque spider being from the great hall and Elisara did not react to the unsightly apparition with disgust, nor did she appear to be phased by the creature’s claim that it could defeat and kill her. Was she not the spawn of the Liberator and of the line of Maev’Sil’Vien herself? No mere beast could possibly fell her. Besides her blade was longer than the creature was tall and her strength was certainly vastly greater than some humanoid spider.

As the being advanced to the other side of the footpath Elisara moved slightly to the left setting the rock between herself and the creature. She still held Lacathing in that two handed grip with the point downwards in front of her chest and while it was not immediately apparent she began to reach out with the call that her father had taught her, the call that summoned their servants to them no matter where they resided at the time. As the Archivist was not a servant of Vol’Kariz and therefore lacked the connection to Elisara and her father the call would not be audible to him and there would be little sign of what exactly the Lorenvolk was doing as she replied again. This time her voice was rich with the pride of her lineage and person as she returned his introduction with her own.

“I am Elisara of Vol’Kariz, daughter of the Liberator.” She declared as the first answers to her silent call began to manifest. It was a sudden apparition that had not given any signs of what was to happen and so it was likely that the spider would not have expected it. To either side of the rock appeared a pair of human soldiers. One stood to her left and this soldier of Vol’Kariz was clad in chainmail of simple steel, in his right hand was clutched a long-sword and in his left was held a shield on which the symbol of Vol’Kariz was emblazoned, the six spires, three of white and three of black reaching into the sky. To her right was another man, this one was also clad in steel chainmail and in his hands he clutched a bow. From his back hung a quiver of arrows and at his hip hung a dagger. His chest was emblazoned with the same sigil that the other man bore on his shield. 

“In the name of the Liberator and Maev’Sil’Vien slay this creature.” Her voice boomed out again and the pair of soldiers that she had summoned forth began to obey. This would not simply serve to hopefully strike down the adversary but should it fail it would also reveal information on what the creature could do.