Preface: This is log is based off of a sept challenge/tournament which I devised. Once upon a time, there was a boy, a boy who didn't want to be told stories about the sad depressing tales of some poor smuck named Ruddi. One thing lead to another and soon the boy became a man, a man story tellers would later remember as Mace (due to his intense hatred of hammers and anything hammers related). And so an Andarial walked into a club, well make that multiple clubs, and instead of clubs make that maces. Thus, humble ol' Mace, Lv20 advances into Normal Act 2.