““Condemned by the order of the Mayor of Avelon.”

The Archers of Avelon read the notice nailed to the entrance of the stadium and stood in a state of shock. If the stadium was demolished, the team would have no home field and by league regulations, it would no longer be sanctioned as it lacked a place to host games.

Kondor glanced at the notice, but surprisingly seemed unconcerned by the parchment. “I’ll have a word with the mayor and straighten this out. In the meantime it looks like we will be taking a road trip. Word of the curse has spread and proposals for games are coming in from all corners of the Old World. The Archers have had a target on their backs for a while, and now you look like an easy mark. The first game will be next week in the Ancient City of Chernovalla. Coach Ollebol has an up and coming undead squad. Pack your bags. The caravan rolls out at sun up.”

As Kondor had already put is luggage in the caravan baggage cart, he walked over to the Mayor’s office. As is the case 98% of the time, the bureaucrat was not busy. In fact he was happy to see Kondor.

“Kondor, please come in. I assume you want to talk about the stadium.” He said.

“Yep. Could I get you to belay the order to tear down the stadium?” he asked.
The portly official shook his head in the negative. “I am afraid not. It is touched by chaos. We cannot let it spread through Avelon.”

Kondor nodded in seeming agreement. “What do you plan to build in its place? It probably could not even serve as a cemetery as no one would want to be buried in a chaos tainted grave. That is a shame.”

The Mayor frowned. “Indeed. It will lie fallow for a hundreds of years.”

Kondor feigned a sudden epiphany. “You know, there are ways around this that could serve both of us. Work with me on this idea and let’s see if we can hammer it out.” Kondor continued. “What if I purchased the land and building from the city for a couple thousand gold pieces and I gave you a couple thousand more on the side. Then, the land the stadium is on an the open space the Archers use as a training ground next to the stadium could be completely stricken from city records.”

The idea of a profit caught the politician’s attention then he saddened. “But it would still be chaos tainted land inside of the city limits. It would still spread.”

“You are not very creative my dear Mayor.” Said Kondor. “I will incorporate the area and make it the Autonomous Province of Kondorville. I will be the mayor and Corbis can be my Deputy Mayor. That way the land would no longer be in Avelon. For good measure, you will build a twelve foot wall encompassing the new city just outside of the tainted area. The only access would be from the main road leading into Kondorville.”

The mayor looked intrigued but hesitated.

“Besides.” Said Kondor sealing the deal. “Do you really want to attract the attention of all of the gods of chaos by raising the stadium they just cursed? They may just pass it on to everyone involved in the decision from you to the poor stiff swinging the demolition hammer.”

“Kondor, you make a good argument. Draw up the documents and we will complete the transaction. Congratulations Mr. Mayor.” Said the Mayor of Avelon.
As Kondor left the office he could not believe how much gold he was about to make off this curse.

When game time came in Chernovala, the curse was evident. The death of a rookie was only natural, what shocked the Archers was how clumsy they were. They could not handle the ball and often tripped over phantom obstacles. It seemed that one of the gods had decided to take his turn with the team. They would go on to lose in ugly fashion as they had not yet learned to deal with the curse during the course of the game.

Only Nienna seemed to have a solution. She dropped 8 fouls over the course of the match before the ref finally noticed and sent her off the pitch. The effort gave her the record for committing more fouls over the course of her career than any high elf thrower had ever committed. At the very least, she was able to add to her legendary status.
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