The first of the boats arrived alone after a couple with a particularly large panda in shining, gold armour standing at the helm. The boat was large, seeming to be able to carry 300 passengers by itself. It stopped and anchored more than 100 meters away from the docks. His voice was loud and boisterous, "Brave warriors of both kingdoms and self. We salute you for entering the Pilgrimage to obtain the Mana. As tradition and law passed down over the centuries, our boats will only provide transportation to 1,000 warriors who arrive here on time for the Pilgrimage. However, as you know, there is more than 400,000 of you here. So lies here, the first allowed killings of the Pilgrimage. Only those with highest skill may pass through these waters and be worthy to obtain the Mana. Therefore, you will all have a deathmatch until 1,000 of you are left. In which time, we will fire a phoenix into the air to label the end of the trial. You may now begin."
Lazaryos growled under his breath as he was just about to grab someone else's topaz when voices started screaming and swords and magic began flying. Without an amp, I guess I have no choice but to actually fight. With a larger charge of Majicka from his body (Due to not having the large topaz), he turned his staff into a lightning glaive. Quickly, he swung it in a circle, to kill the unexpecting around him. Tch! This is going to be hell. More than 400,000 people and only 1,000 to remain. Here's hoping my Majicka will last enough for that.