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[Dragonette_11]

Єlizabeth αnne αrabella
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At the Stands
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Tagged: Kai
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Elizabeth, at the time being , had no idea that this man thought her to be a boy. So, naturally, she replied to his question with a feminine name that came off the top of her head. " My apologies, sir. I'm Evalyn Locksford. I live out in the country, perhaps that's why you might not if recognize me," she replied politely and kindly. I her mind, there was nothing too odd about her, a girl, entering this tournament, therefore didn't hide her gender. This was of course obvious with her attire when one got a closer look.

A rumbling sound drew her attention away as she realized some guards were off in the distance chasing something or someone. Elizabeth frowned, but figured it was probably just a thief like herself getting caught, not that she got caught easily that is. "Do you mind if I sit with you till the tournament begins? Living out in the country usually comes with a lack of a social life," she asked with a slight smirk.

[-Starchild.Keith-]

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➳ Kai
Kai Saunders
20, male
assassin/guard

tagged: Elizabeth

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As the person opposite him spoke, Kai's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. So it was a girl? He let her finish speaking before closing his eyes for a moment. The sounds of the chase reached him as well, causing him to turn and glance at the disturbance. From his vantage point, he was only able to see the guards glaring down at the back of the stands. The railing had broken and someone had fallen, or so it seemed. Shaking his head, he turned back to face 'Evalyn'.

"I'm going to stay standing, but you can stay here if you like. And I would suggest adapting a masculine persona. Tournaments are supposed to be for men only. If anyone finds out that you're a girl, you could get into serious trouble." A slight smirk curled the corners of his mouth as he watched her. "Your new name is..." He nearly said Even, but that reminded him far too much of the princess. "Val. Just go by Val, and maybe try to not have such a high voice."

Because he had grown up with the princess, Kai was used to tomboyish girls. However, the rest of the world seemed to look negatively upon that. If this girl wanted to enter the tournament, then Kai wouldn't stop her. She would probably be beaten, however, if she was just a simple farm girl.

[Keriae]

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[ male ] [ seulghem ] [ tagged: dorian, k'joor ]

What in the names of all the holy Gods was that awful crashing noise? Whipping his head around so sharply that his neck clicked painfully and rising to his feet so fast he could have jumped, the Seulghem Royal Guard gazed around for the source of the noise and found it quickly: a bunch of Isoth guards with hounds and a broken rail and some noble woman in an over-the-top dress with a mountain of dark hair and an awful looking terrier in her arms.

Glancing at Dorian, he quickly apologised and left, heading towards the commotion. Shouldering his way through the guards - why they would need this many for a broken rail, he had no idea in the world - Alvere was soon greeted with his answer. A Khajit, by the looks of it, hanging onto the broken steps by the very tips of her claws. "What would be the commotion here?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at the harsh insult from one of the other guards. "You're chasing her because she passed a dog? A bit low, don't you think?" Rolling his eyes, Alvere offered his hand to K'Joor.

[Dragonette_11]

Єlizabeth αnne αrabella
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At the Stands
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Tagged: Kai
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Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at this, nearly offended by his response. Then again, most men were quite ignorant when it came to the ability a woman could possess. "I highly doubt that trouble will come my way," she merely murmured in her rather matured voice, wondering if he spoke the truth about her voice being high. She had always been thought of far beyond her years if the other person had only heard her voice.

Clearing her throat, she gazed down at her feet before sitting down, her grassy green eyes filled with boredom. "I'm going to assume that you probably think I'm just a girl in way over her head, hm?" she asked him, just being curious. Looking up, she saw that the guards had stopped chasing whomever they were after. Now that all the figures were still, she could see some man holding his hand out to the runner. Her eyes became slits of green poison when she took notice of the cat-like human, knowing it to be the one her threatened her the night before.

[val.]

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job :; huntress
species :; khajit
where :; istoth castle
under rule of :; istoth
doing :; talking
with :; alvere

Another set of footsteps started to come her way, K'Joor's delicate ears twitching. A man spoke, and then the sun was shadowed away from her face, as her eyes adjusted to see a guard standing over her, a hand extended. By nature she hissed, the wood creaking a bit more, sending the Khajit quiet. K'Joor looked up into his eyes, before slowly letting go and grabbing his hand, her claws sinking into the leather glove on his hand. She knew it would hurt, or hoped that it wouldn't for the leather looked expensive and thick. Pulling herself up, and lying on the ground still, the Khajit stood up slowly, letting her hands hold themselves still out to the guard, which she also noticed to be in control of the others. With a heavy sigh, K'Joor stood still, waiting to be arrested and sent to jail. If only, If only the cat was not curious, I wouldn't be dead The Khajit thought, rolling her dry tongue in her mouth, a way of getting herself to calm down and to think. Sorry If I scratched you, sir....It is not everyday a human like yourself would trust my species and help one. K'Joor uttered, flashing a small grin, before letting her mouth relax, her pupils still almost engulfing her iris. I did not just past the dog.... K'Joor added, clearing her throat as she broke eye-contact still holding her hands up.

[Keriae]

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[ male ] [ seulghem ] [ tagged: k'joor, dorian ]

The Khajit's claws scraped cross the leather of his gloves that he'd put on for the tournament but they were thankfully so thick he only felt the slightest scrap. The King of Seulghem looked after his men. Helping the feline up, Alvere turned towards the guards as they moved forwards to arrest her. "Oh, come on now," he sighed, "I knew Istoth guards lusted for blood but just leave her be. You have no proof." Resting a hand upon his sword seemed to get the message through, and the noblewoman at the back let out a scream as he did so. With the guards now distracted, Alvere clapped K'Joor on the back. "If I were you, I'd get running." He whispered. He shouldn't be saving what seemed to be a criminal, but a childish urge to one up the Istoth guards had risen inside his chest and he couldn't let it go. "Get gone before they see you leave."

With that he left. Sitting down next to Dorian again, Alvere once more apologised. "I thought something was wrong. Turned out one of the guards slipped and broke the rail chasing after the noblewoman's terrier." He lied smoothly.

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➳ Kai
Kai Saunders
20, male
assassin/guard

tagged: Elizabeth

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Kai kept his gaze on the girl before him, still partially intrigued by her. The average farm girl would be far too scared to enter a tournament, and would be far less cocky if they did. There was something different about this girl, but he just couldn't figure out what. Still, he saw no reason to report her or kick her out. When she spoke again, the smirk returned to his face. She obviously didn't know him and how he felt about these things.

"I do think that you might be in a bit over your head, but so are some of the men that are in this tournament. If you really think you have a chance... Well, you simply remind me of a girl I've known for a very long time." His eyes glanced up at the castle for a moment before following her gaze. His eyes narrowed as well upon seeing the K'Joor from the other day. His voice dropped a few pitches and many decibels as he nearly growled. "That beast is the one that came between me and a thief that stole from the Seulgehm envoy... Very much a troublemaker..."

[sparky246]

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

Dorian observed Alvere helping the Khajit with a small smirk on his face. He couldn't understand why the guard would willingly help another if there was no personal gain to be had. Liar, a small voice in Dorian's head protested. It's the same reason you helped at that little girl's party: because you could. Grumbling under his breath, Dorian straightened up in his seat. He hated it when his conscience decided to speak up and point out he wasn't always a selfish bastard.
Dorian was so absorbed in his introspection, he didn't notice Alvere had sat down again until he was apologizing for leaving.
"Oh, it's fine." Chuckling a little at the absurdity of the event, Dorian almost missed the telltale signs of a lie. "What a klutzy guard. I'm beginning to doubt why I place my life in their hands." Dorian had a feeling knowing the truth wasn't that important, so he let the matter drop.

[Keriae]

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[ male ] [ seulghem ] [ tagged: dorian ]

"Can't you look after yourself?" Alvere asked, raising his right eyebrow. He couldn't imagine a man - or a woman - who was unable to fend for themselves. In Seulghem, just about everyone who was able to carry even the smallest weapon, such as a cooking knife, was able to defend themselves. Not all were actually competent, but to meet a man who was unable to raise a sword to look after himself...... Shaking his head, Alvere adjusted the hat on his head and the blue cloak on his shoulder. Hopefully the tournament would start soon. It would be quite amusing to face off against Aeron if he had to: playful, friendly banter would light up the situation and they wouldn't be trying to kill each other like other men did in such events.

[sparky246]

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

Dorian frowned, a little offended. "Of course I can." Though if Dorian was being completely honest, swords just weren't his thing. Nor were the other many things like jousting of combat in general. Dorian would rather make his enemies slip and fall, giving him time to make an escape. Call him a coward for not staying to fight when he could run away, and Dorian wouldn't argue. Calling his inability to wield a weapon of steel a weakness, though, and he would gladly give a demonstration.
"I just don't use swords like the rest of society thinks I should," Dorian continued after seeing Alvere shake his head. The normally laid-back mage was surprised to feel annoyed with the guard for judging him so quickly.