Kalevala, Shah in Shah of the AORSIAN NATION sends messengers to the Fenni, Sarmartian, Dacian and Lugian people. He says to them:

Tell the rulers you are sent to,

the nation of Fenni, the nation of Sarmatia, the nation of Lugia, the nation of Dacia

that the Aorsian Lady Astarata und the famous Fenni Saebjorn Oakenhorse LOCCUM have married. That s why we like to celebrate games at the 6.2.10 RL. You are welcomed to be our guests. May the Allmighty haven help, that the best fighters will win..

And before the horsemen are able to leave the camp, to invite the neighbours, Kalevala tells them:

"And when you meet fighters on your way, whereever they may be home, tell them about our tournament and ask them, that they are of course are welcomed.!"

"Oh what a pleasure, warriors from everywhere shall come! I'm going to crunch their head, oh yeah, this will be a great gathering of the sarmatian people and their friendly neighborhood tribes!"

And full of joy, Aeneas climbs on to the highest hill in the environment and shouts out loud:
"For the sake of all the gods in this world, every warrior who walks head up, every man who is confident of hisself, everyone who feels the joy in challenge and championship, come the the Aorse and try to fight us! Wuhuuu"

Alconan Dreadeye had much to be thankful for. The Gods had shown his tribe favor of late, and full of joy he packed his belongings for the journey south to Srednerusska where he would test his skill at arms in the games graciously held by Kalevala, Shah in Shah of Aorsia.

He knew the trial ahead would be a difficult one, for the Aorse was home to some mighty warriors. Only time and the loss of blood would reveal the victor. But the 50 silver promised to the champion was enough enticement to warrant a few bumps and bruises.

The sun was high as he left Twer. He would reach his friends in the south in a matter of days, hoping to get in several duels to hone his skills prior to the games beginning....

In the evening before the beginning of the tourament the fighters are standing surround the Holy Fire, that is burning all the time in front of the temple of Ahura Mazda, to honour the Allmighty Heaven.
The Shah in Shah speaks the evening prayer and ends with the words:

Tommorrow we will fight, but we all know, it s fight in peace. May the Allmighty Heaven see, that everybody is willing to duell in honour and fairness. May he give victory to the bravest fighter.
May he be gracefull to our guests, that they are able to tell at home: It was great, that we could have been members of such gracious fights..
And now, Ladies and Gentlemen:
Go and rest. Have a good night...
We will see us when the sun is climbed to its highest point...That will be the hour, to begin...
Good night all together!

The clash of weapons, spray of sweat and blood from the combatants made the melee at Srednerusska an unmissable event. The crowd, eager for blood and sport, grew to frenzy as beaten participants withered from the contest, until only the King of the Fenni and his second-in-command stood in the arena. The mighty warriors of the Aorsian tribe had fallen by the wayside, but had provided magnificent entertainment throughout the contest.

Alconon was surprised only he and his Locum were left. He thought for sure an Aorsian would win the melee, however, that was not to be the will of the Gods.

The fight proceeded. It was a close matter, the two Fenni warriors gauged each other, searching for the blow that would bring victory, and just as Alconan thought he had it, Saebjorn snatched the win from him. Bloodied and bruised, Alconan fell to his knees exhausted. He was bitter over the loss, but also full of pride that his Locum and friend had won.

Against all odds, Saebjorn Oakenhorse, was Champion of the melee...

What a fight, what a scrumble! Aeneas enjoyed the presence of some good skilled warriors and the Fenni impressed him at the same time they ashamed him. He was now beware of the fact that the Aorse needed a lot of training to make good warriors. Maybe the Tribe should send some of them up to the north, to grow tougher in the harsh nordic winter.

After the melee has ended and everyone sat down for a little drink of thin wine, Aeneas stood up and shouted out:" It's a real honour to fight the fenni warriors in a battle. You fight good and fast, unexpected I must admit, but what did I expect from men that live up there!", and he pointed his finger northwards.
"But it would fill my heart with proud and joy to fight with you, Fenni king!"

The tournament ended in the sam way as it began. In the evening the fighters stood togehter surround the Great Fire to honour the Allmighty Heaven.
And Iskendar spoke to Kalevala Shah in Shah:

Isn't it a good way the Allmighty Heaven shows that Fenni and Aorsian belong together. As well the leader of the Fenni as well the leader of THE AORSIAN NATION is the winner; Fenni wins the melee and we win the duells. Marvelous...

"My dear Iskendar",

Kalevala Shah in Shah said,

"It is good the see that the Allmighty Heaven blesses the Fenni Nation as well as he blesses us. That is a good sign, a good mark of friendship; very important for our common future."

"And let us not forget, that it was so much joy. And now, we should take the chance to go south and mess our strength with the peasants and barbarians out there in the land. We shall be a mgiht and rich nation once we started to occupie the land that belongs to us! "
And with such words, Aeneas, a wanderer from the north finaly felt like he found a home, took his spear, hold the spear over the fire so he showed towards the sky.
"For a great future for all tribes in the east! We are the future of the east."