Tournament

The morning sun had risen and the sun was bright. The participanats of the rare tournament in the kingdom of Florin were anticipating of what has the head organizer had prepared for today.

"Ahem, Goeie More, Ek groet jou met vrede, Mense van Florin! Deelnemers! Gewone mense! Royalty!"

Good morning, I greet you with peace, People of Florin! Participants! Commoners royalty!

"The gods had spoken for thy man vat n vrou soek!"

man who had a seek a wife...

The words of the gasheer, a man who host events in the country of Veldt, echoed in the arena. 

"ek verleen my bloed aan die vrugbare lande van my koninkryk. Ek het my lewe gelê vir die veiligheid van my vlees. ek blaas die lug om die mensdom. ek het gesweer om te lewe en die woorde van die gode van my wêreld te glo. om in vrede en harmonie te leef."

'i pledge my blood to the fertile lands of my kingdom. i laid my life for the security of my flesh. i breathe the air the su