Nergal unsanctioned

After the V:TES in the Sun standard constructed was finished we walked back. Walked back? Well, we had one round of true V:TES in the Sun, but during the lunch break a shower of rain hit the city while the sun still shone; a not too unusual kind of weather here in Gothenburg during summer. We thus spent the second round and final round of that tournament in my apartment.

Anyway, by the time the final was finished at eight o'clock or so we headed outdoors again to play out a fierce five player tournament in the lingering evening sun.

Each player had to play a deck with at least one copy of Nergal in it. Nergal doesn't contest in this type of tournament according to Gines' (Damnans') wows of eternal promises. Now, I can't vouch for those as Nergal, and therefore Damnans, kind of are Infernal, and within the shadowed rules of the Infernals wows have a slightly different, and much more omnious, meaning that in the world of mere mortals.

Damnans also preached the might and absolute power of Nergal, and that so mighty is his princly power of darkness that no Metuselah may gain a Victory Point should he or she fail to have a Nergal in his or her ready region when a prey is ousted.

So true were his words and wows of infernal darkness, that it became all too clear that when this very servant of Prince Nergal renegaded on his dark faith and brought only a minor thrall of obscure importance into play, Nergal himself was mightily wroth. Four Metuselahs had obeyed the tenants and each called upon the services of Nergal, but Danmans, the voice of the prince, alone failed to do so. It thus happened that not even this scribe of yours, playing his self ousting deck, which have until this event failed to allow a predator to handle the oust before the deck implodes horribly upon itself, could fall to the great before Damnans was laid low to pay the final price for disobedience. It so happened that four remained, and your scribe was deemed unworthy and fell in disgrace.

Three then remained to beg for the favours of mighty Nergal, and Alex, trusting his strength above that of Nergal, was found wanting and discarded like a used rag.

Two then faced each other, both desperately clamouring for princely favours, and as the infernal ones are prone to do, Nergal abandoned one of them and was burned. His grasping hands feebly searching for the dark prince himself Joshua Duffin stared at the place where once Nergal had been found to promise riches beyond belief, and Matt Morgan joined the hellish laughter of Nergal and closed in for the final kill.

Such an ugly sight, such a triumphant roar from the nether regions when Josh, betrayed and alone in the dark, fell to the favoured servant of dark Nergal himself.