Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141207202844/@comment-25828117-20141227130801

Eirik felt the motor near his feet try its very best. The car had started to rumble quite a bit and it felt like parts where lightly unscrewed. Which, subsequently, they were after all. Drastic turns in corners could mean the end of the race for him. So he had to be both fast and cautious. First sharp turn came up, near the forkroad that led to the Imperial City via the Blackroad. Near Waynon Priory.



“And our racers have reached Waynon Priory!” The announcer declared proudly once again, just a few seconds after the first cars had passed the turn.

Dirt flew from underneath the shredding tires practically in waves as they reached the dirtroad.

Team Arramanti’s car was still ahead of Eiriks. A silver coloured Silverblood engine car. Every now and then, blue fires with escape from the exhaust, demonstrating the sheer power of the prototype. But that wasn’t enough to make Eirik have seconds thoughts about this race. Despite his somewhat careful driving he was still fast enough to keep up with the lead car. Hell, it even seemed they were the only two cars with any lead at all, the rest of the 15 racers had starting to fall back already.



Eirik grind his teeth as he felt the uncomfortable rambling destroy his back. The suspension seemed to be gone. Luckily this race was on quite even terrain and there weren’t too many jumps and bumps in the road.

The city walls came back into view. On the northern walls, seats were placed so people could spectate with a good height advantage. The VIP places naturally were higher up. And covered, if it were to rain.

“Here they come ladies and gentlemen! Hold on to your hats because it is genuine break-neck speed they are at!”

Team arramanti’s silverblood started to slow down for the sharp turn that led back into the city. The much heavier and bigger silverblood had to slow down for momentum otherwise it would just smack right into the wall. This was Eirik’s chance. He didn’t have to slow down at all! This could be the moment to overtake him!

And just like Eirik predicted he could overtake the silverblood with relative ease in the turn.

Being greeted by the cheering from the bulk of the crowd that spectated from the city itself.

“The Tirbaun T2 of team Sevanici has taken first place, And is now in the lead!” the announcer sounded over the cheering of the mob.

The finish and pitstop where in view now after he dodged the giant oak in the townsquare. Hana simply looked at their car get near to the pitstop, with slight desperation in her eyes.



“Come on, Eirik don’t be stupid… Get over here.” She said under her breath to herself.

<p class="MsoNormal">But Eirik just couldn’t give up this lead not just yet. The car seemed to be able to hold on…

<p class="MsoNormal">At least for one more lap. Eirik thought to himself

<p class="MsoNormal">The Tirbaun crossed the finish but did not enter the pitstop, and neither did the silverblood from team Arramanti that was biting on his heels.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Neither the Tirbaun and the Silverblood entered the pitstop! How exciting! These here… are two drivers who will push their motorcars to the absolute penultimate limit, ladies and gentlemen!”

<p class="MsoNormal">Hana sighed with a hint of anger now.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What in Oblivion is he doing?”