Temporal pixies

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 119.

[Anastasia]

The reports are split. Some claim Akadi lives in a great palace of winds and bricks, while other say she inhabits an island of greenery and calm. Yet others say she lives amid a stormcloud, where a fortress serves her every whim. Others claim she lives in a mountaintop hut that is small and yet has a thousand rooms.

In truth you know that Akadi and her court go where Akadi wishes, and she changes Air to suit her desires of any one moment. All are true at one time or another, to match what her current whim is.

[Nephrite]

Then with that knowledge, Moore simply Plane Shifts to Air, knowing that Akadi will take him and Synic to where they need to go!

[Anastasia]

Winds part and howl as the two of you step forward. It is a vast arena, the circular bowl so tall and sharply vertical it's almost like a hollow tower. You stand just outside as a gateway within opens, an arena of wind and gusts parting way to allow you to enter.

[Nephrite]

"I have to ask, how does this compare to Tempus'?" Moore asks as they proceed forward.

[Anastasia]

"Windier," Synic says dryly, as he follows.

[Nephrite]

A snort at that as he flies along.

[Anastasia]

You step within - and another whirl.

You are in a box with a single seat. A throne that provides a beautiful view of the stadium below - a battlefield, flat ground. The stands are full of air elementals that silently watch, swirling winds kept in vaguely human form.

[Nephrite]

Moore wonders if anyone from the Whirlwind Throne is here to see this.

He takes a seat, confident in his wisdom of a choice today.

[Anastasia]

You sit. To your right another throne appears. It is empty and yet winds are there, a sense of presence that is massive and overwhelming. Akadi is there. To Akadi's right is another throne, where a gray skinned, storm cloud-like. He wears dark purple and black, a noble's clothes and with eyes that gleam with green light.

Yan-C-Bin looks your way without comment, for instead Akadi speaks. "You both have chosen powerful champions," Akadi remarks.

[Nephrite]

Moore can at least give a nod of courtesy.

Moore's rather curious who Yan-C-Bin could've found, and if he pulled in the same sort of favors that he did.

[Anastasia]

Yan-C-Bin does not return it, and instead gazes towards the stadium's battle ground.

"Now this should be interesting," Akadi remarks, "They are ready."

[Nephrite]

Oh well.

He turns to look down, curious who the opponent is - and if they're actually going to be able to beat Synic at all.

[Anastasia]

Thus one two gates open, one on each far side of the stadium below. No cheers - but the elementals watch. A moment of silence before Akadi clears her throat.

In that moment the elementals cheer wildly, gusty sounds sweeping over all of you.

From one gate comes Synic, blade at the ready and prepared.

From the other comes what looks to be an elf. A mere male elf, quiet and downcast. He carries no weapon nor armor, and only wears a loose cloth robe.

"You shall fight to determine the ownership of something I possess," Akadi declares over the cheers, "Begin!"

Yan-C-Bin's voice is heard in your mind as, 'What is this mortal? He is not one of yours.'

[Nephrite]

'Someone who agreed to be my champion, much like yours, I imagine.' Is the response.

Take 10 on K:P, this is assuredly not just an elf, right??