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[sparky246]

Dorian Lewis
Male|Twenty-Two|Mage of Istoth
Tournament Courtyard|Tagged- Alvere

Dorian listened with interest as the guard described the LAdy Adela. She seemed like an amazing woman, to be able to heal so well. She must have studies for years, to hone a talent like that. He was not nearly that powerful, which was why he specialized in illusions. They were simple, easy, and once mastered incredibly dangerous.
"Dorian Lewis. And you?" Dorian extended his hand, offering it to shake.

(Sorry. Short post is short)

[Keriae]

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[ male ] [ seulghem ] [ tagged: dorian ]

The man introduced himself and offered out a hand. Alvere debated silently in his head whether to shake it or not. If he did one day work with this man - Dorian Lewis, he had said his name was - then being distant and giving the cold shoulder would not help matters. Their kingdoms were already enemies, but continuing to act that way when they were so close to ending a war for good would only be foolish. So Alvere extended his hand and took the other man's with it, pressing their palms together and wrapping his fingers around one side of Dorian's hand while his thumb curved over the top.

The handshake was firm and the Royal Guard offered a warm smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Dorian. I'm Alvere Schott, a Royal Guard of Seulghem." There was no need to include his rank as one of the captains: no doubt word would be around the Istoth court (including their servants) by the end of the week, gossip about how strange it was that a regiment had four leaders. They would be giving names at the same time so Dorian would find out soon enough.

[Dragonette_11]

Єlizabeth αnne αrabella
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At the Stands
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Tagged: Alvere, Dorian
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Single
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No Love Interest

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A familiar voice was carried by the breeze to Elizabeth. Halting, she snapped her head around and peered out of the corner of her eye at the man she had passed by, whom was now joined by a second man. The newly arrived man she knew, and in fact she had just met the day before. Dorian, she thought to herself, and wandered if he recognized her. No, he couldn't. For all he could see, she was just a woman, but all of her distinct characteristics were for the most part hidden.

Drawing out her sword, she began to walk once more, twirling it around in her hand skillfully as she started to warm up. The earlier she warmed up the better. Eventually her other hand found the handle of her blade, taking marked swings at the air as she dodged around imaginary obstacles. She would do this until she reached the end of the stands, and maybe even on the way back if she felt it necessary.

[-Starchild.Keith-]

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➳ Kai
Kai Saunders
20, male
assassin/guard

tagged: no one right now

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After retiring to his room, Kai had spent the night resting well. That was good luck on his part, for he was going to participate in the tournament tomorrow. He had always loved fighting, especially because it was a chance to show the people his skills. While he didn't want to boast about them or give away his secrets, it was still a good chance to show off what he knew. This was especially true since the Seulgehm envoy would be present.

After he rose, he chose what to wear. Donning one of his better outfits, he slipped on his leather under armor before dressing properly. The Shirt he wore was emblazoned across the chest with the Istoth crest, though it wasn't extremely visible. It was only a shade or two lighter than the material it was printed upon. The sleeves were form-fitting and gray, stopping at his wrists. He wore his wristguards and boots as usual, though he donned good black pants for the occasion. His normal sheaths rested in their usual place against his back, comforting him as they always did.

After finding some breakfast, Kai headed out towards the grounds. A few others were already milling about, but he ignored them. The tournament area was close enough for him to take his time, so he decided to do a quick perimeter check. Shifting, he started off at a slow lope to both check the surrounding area and warm up his muscles. By the time he reached the proper area, his muscles were properly stretched. Shifting back, he glanced around. He quickly signed his name to show that he would be participating before making his way to the stands and sitting in the opposite corner from where most of the others were.

[val.]

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job :; huntress
species :; khajit
where :; istoth castle
under rule of :; istoth
doing :; stealing
with :; --

After getting nothing from the lady in the castle that night, the Khajit had come up with a idea to try to pick-pocket from the people from the tournament. She had gotten a fair amount of money from the people in the stands since they did not hear her. K'Joor had one more job, to get some gold coins from one of the rich ladies from Seulgehm. Pulling her hood farther up over her head, and fixed her leather gloves as she snuck up behind the lady, blending in with the crowd. Her gloved hand slipped into the rich lady's purse and her fingers wrapped around something, when a bark came out of the purse. Being a cat, K'Joor disliked dogs quite a lot, and the sudden annoying yap of the animal sent her into a hissing fit as it bit her hand and ripped her glove, making the lady shriek as loud as K'Joor herself. The Khajit stumbled back, holding her bleeding hand as her claws came out to deflect the purse swinging at her head. She knew the guards would be coming, and so, off she ran, her hood falling on her shoulders to show the snow leopard looking humanoid's face, her dilated pupils and her ears pressed against her skull. As she fled, the Khajit threw off her other glove, as it would suit her no help that her claws were not handy, being her most deadly of all weapons, as the Khajit was known for. Her steed was still at her camp, which was a good three miles from the castle grounds, but at the speed she was running the ground would be covered quickly.

[sparky246]

Dorian Lewis
Male|Twenty-Two|Mage of Istoth
Tournament Courtyard|Tagged- Alvere

Dropping Alvere's hand, Dorian grinned back. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you too." At the Istoth court, Dorian was tolerated, not accepted. After all, his position there was purely because he had earned the favor of (insert name of some fancy nobleman's name here) Not being born to wealth and class had an impact on the amount of friends one had amongst the nobles. Hopefully this guard wouldn't care. Of course, it also helped that he couldn't possible know Dorian's background. Changing the subject, Dorian spoke again.
"You friends with the prince then, or not so much after last night?" he joked, knowing that between good friends, not even a knife could lessen the bond.

[Keriae]

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[ male ] [ seulghem ] [ tagged: dorian ]

Alvere was a little surprised by the question. He really should have been expecting someone to ask about it, but he just assumed most would be marvelling at his recovery. Locking his hands together and linking his fingers over his stomach, Alvere offered an amused smirk as he remembered the night before. "Myself and Prince Aeron have been friends for years, despite the initial worry and disgust of his parents. They believe I am a bad influence on him," he spoke in a joking manner. Once, he might have been. Now, not so much, "Prince Aeron is worse than me, I'll tell you that. I, at least, can hold my alcohol. He drinks a lot quicker than myself, but it never seems to stop the ladies." Alvere thought they knew they could swindle more money from a drunk man, and that was why, but he'd never tell his friend of his hunch. "This is just a slight problem, but we're over it. An accident isn't going to stop us." Even if a "slight problem" was a carving knife to his arm from his best friend.

[Dragonette_11]

Єlizabeth αnne αrabella
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At the Stands
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Tagged: Kai
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Single
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No Love Interest

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Elizabeth finished her warm up when she reached the end of the stands. Sighing, she glanced up at the stands, wandering if the crowd had grown any. From what she could tell, there was not much of a significant different. The ones who had shown up looked to be mostly competitors, and even then most of those folk were back in the stands where she had started her warm up. The only person she saw here in this section of the stands was a man, whom was around nineteen to twenty two.

Perhaps some casual conversation would do me some good, the young girl thought to herself, clearing her throat as she sheathed her sword and made her way up to him. "Quite a nice day for such an event, isn't it? she commented as she drew near him, now taking note of his dark hair and the Istoth crest printed upon his shirt. He must be competing as well, she thought, studying the armor he wore from beneath her helmet, where only a few loose strands of her golden, wavy hair protruded.

[-Starchild.Keith-]

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➳ Kai
Kai Saunders
20, male
assassin/guard

tagged: Elizabeth

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Kai stood motionless, glancing this way and that as he waited for more people to arrive. As he stood, he noticed someone approaching. They were relatively short, though he wasn't that tall either. As the person spoke, he simply nodded at them. Their voice wasn't that deep, but perhaps they were a younger lad. That would account for the stature, as well as the lighter gold hair. He leaned back against the stands as he spoke.

"It is rather nice out. I don't recognize you. May I ask your name?" The one thing that he noticed was that he had never seen this person before. They were either one of the Seulgehm guards that he had overlooked or just a lad from Istoth that wanted to try his hand a tournament, or maybe just catch a glimpse of the Seulgehm envoy. Either way, it didn't matter.

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job :; huntress
species :; khajit
where :; istoth castle
under rule of :; istoth
doing :; trying to get away
with :; everybody at the tournament

People shrieked, fleeing from where the scene had happened between K'Joor and the royal lady (insert fancy name)'s dog. The Khajit was hissing, scratching people who didn't move out of her way as she tried to run away, only corning herself against the seats as she had climbed all the way to the top. Indeed, guards had come to get her, but she had now jumped onto the railing and was balancing on it, her pupils almost engulfing her iris she was so scared. With a flick of her ears, the place was silent, except for the steady breathing of the guards and the soft sound of K'Joor's claws into the railing, splitters coming from the wood falling to the ground. The Khajit licked her lips, trying to get a way out of before she was caught. Suddenly, the railing split in half, as the cat humanoid slipped and almost fell though she dug her claws into the seat that was now above her, as she huffed silently, dangling only by her claws which were quickly slipping.