I could hardly believe it when I landed the blow that brought the current champion down. The crowd went wild, cheering me on and roaring with appreciation. My victory was short-lived, however; bells began to ring, and I was hurried back to my room. The rest of the fights for the day were cancelled.
(Fighting +20, Warcraft +15)
Word came after a few days: the nation was going to war. There was talk about 'holes' in the sky that led to a land full of riches. I quickly surmised that this was my homeworld that they spoke of; somehow, my amulet had created multiple bridges across the planes.
I began to wrack my brain for a way to find one of these holes when the opportunity fell into my lap. I was told that I was now a soldier in the army. I took the role and found myself marching across the land with other recruits. I could barely suppress a smile as we were led through one of these holes and back into my homeworld. I could feel my magic return immediately.
I looked past the soldiers around me and saw the outline of Tornassa in the distance. They were marching on the capital city. The Vallorn people had no magic—their very world made the mystical arts cease to function—but they were very fierce warriors. Add to that their enormous population, and it was easy to see how they had made it to the steps of the kingdom's capital. The wizards of the Academy had helped a bit, but even they could not hold out against the sheer tenacity and determination of the Vallorn. Once a few wizards had been killed, others stopped volunteering to help, and the tide of the war turned against the kingdom.