Whoa, there was a development! Allowed to kill each other? Elya's heartbeat suddenly increased in thumping from calm assurance to flighty fluttering that she felt sure must be audible somehow.  She swallowed, a lump suddenly forming in her stomach.  With her size, and her being seemingly unable to transform today, this day suddenly got a LOT more stressful.  

Elya attempted to calm down, to center herself, and distract herself with the hope against hope that maybe the general was just joking. Surely this wasn't [i]that[/i] kind of event? There had to be some mistake!  The guard at the entrance seemed bored and unconcerned, like the event did not include anything more than every day mundane failures. Fighting and injuring seemed fair as a fiddle, but killing?  The gnomish druid settled into a running stance, trying with all her might to transform, but whatever it was that was her mental block today held fast and she let out a very bear-like snarl of disgust.  Being so short on stature, there wasn't really much she could do except stick to the high ground and stay ahead of the stampede for as long as possible. The barrier in front of her disappeared and she tunnel visioned, pumping her arms and legs as fast as she could without looking back.  


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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11388]DEX Check for race start[/url]
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