The Tourney 
Glade 32nd, 123rd Year, A.o.S.
The grandeur of the coliseum that was the Proving Grounds were filled with excitement, only the general populace attended the event with a few of the noble houses included. Today a tourney had been held in light of recent events, advocating for the Sky Guard as they were seeking to bolster their ranks. Rickter knew the other motives that were founded by them though, understanding the depth of priority set in motion by those who hosted the tourney.
The Dawnguard was expanding ever so, their growth quickening now that Talon had returned as Arcas. There was no denying the fact they would need every able-bodied warrior in their ranks, be it fighter, mage, or even rogue. His reason for attending was far more simplistic by nature though, having spent a good amount of time being busy after the new year swept across the city.
The Eclipse still hung heavily in the sky, blocking the sun as the city defenses kept both the Proving Grounds and Kalzasi safe. Shadows from the Void would not penetrate them so easily now, since the towers were well guarded after what happened last Ash. Even so, the purpose of this tournament was rather twofold, serving both Orders as the Skyguard sought recruits for the Dawnmartyrs, and then the people of the city found distraction from the difficult times that had wracked the city itself.
Snow still fell even though Frost had ended over a month ago, leaving everyone to worry about the late winter still lingering. But the battlefield in which the tourney was held remained cleared, as the sands of the coliseum had been salted, preventing any chances of unfair contests in the event ice accumulated on the field itself. That said, the cheering of the crowd and from his companions did somewhat lift his spirits, as the wolf did find humor and solace in watching others fight for once. Having spent a good amount of time fighting as is, he could appreciate the art of combat better when he spectated others.
Thus as he sat on the front row of the stands with his companion Patrick, and the two brothers that had accompanied him, the wolf sat with his arms crossed as he witnessed the fight of two warriors in action. Theirs was an engagement of art in itself, which led the wolf to chuckle when the three brothers bickered over which one was their favorite. "Oh come on! You can tell the other guy has strength!" Connor who was the youngest of the three brothers disputed as he pointed to the larger fellow, a contestant on the larger side who fought with a two-handed weapon.
"Yeah," Dominik the oldest brother present agreed with a rebuttal, "but the other guy clearly has more stamina to contend with."
"Plus the way he has battled so far is art!" Patrick weighed in with a clench of his fists, clearly passionate over the differences between them. When he looked to Rickter who had been calmly watching this whole time, the Atinoran's grin widened as he glanced back out on the battlefield while inquiring of the wolf's opinion. "Which one's your favorite, big guy?"
"I can't say I have a favorite, but I do enjoy the difference in their fighting styles." He admitted thoughtfully, his gaze keenly on the other combatant as he pondered what sort of style this one in particular possessed.
The Dawnguard was expanding ever so, their growth quickening now that Talon had returned as Arcas. There was no denying the fact they would need every able-bodied warrior in their ranks, be it fighter, mage, or even rogue. His reason for attending was far more simplistic by nature though, having spent a good amount of time being busy after the new year swept across the city.
The Eclipse still hung heavily in the sky, blocking the sun as the city defenses kept both the Proving Grounds and Kalzasi safe. Shadows from the Void would not penetrate them so easily now, since the towers were well guarded after what happened last Ash. Even so, the purpose of this tournament was rather twofold, serving both Orders as the Skyguard sought recruits for the Dawnmartyrs, and then the people of the city found distraction from the difficult times that had wracked the city itself.
Snow still fell even though Frost had ended over a month ago, leaving everyone to worry about the late winter still lingering. But the battlefield in which the tourney was held remained cleared, as the sands of the coliseum had been salted, preventing any chances of unfair contests in the event ice accumulated on the field itself. That said, the cheering of the crowd and from his companions did somewhat lift his spirits, as the wolf did find humor and solace in watching others fight for once. Having spent a good amount of time fighting as is, he could appreciate the art of combat better when he spectated others.
Thus as he sat on the front row of the stands with his companion Patrick, and the two brothers that had accompanied him, the wolf sat with his arms crossed as he witnessed the fight of two warriors in action. Theirs was an engagement of art in itself, which led the wolf to chuckle when the three brothers bickered over which one was their favorite. "Oh come on! You can tell the other guy has strength!" Connor who was the youngest of the three brothers disputed as he pointed to the larger fellow, a contestant on the larger side who fought with a two-handed weapon.
"Yeah," Dominik the oldest brother present agreed with a rebuttal, "but the other guy clearly has more stamina to contend with."
"Plus the way he has battled so far is art!" Patrick weighed in with a clench of his fists, clearly passionate over the differences between them. When he looked to Rickter who had been calmly watching this whole time, the Atinoran's grin widened as he glanced back out on the battlefield while inquiring of the wolf's opinion. "Which one's your favorite, big guy?"
"I can't say I have a favorite, but I do enjoy the difference in their fighting styles." He admitted thoughtfully, his gaze keenly on the other combatant as he pondered what sort of style this one in particular possessed.
"Dialogue" Monologue
"Patrick"
"Common" "Synskrit" "Norvaegan"
"Patrick"
"Common" "Synskrit" "Norvaegan"
"Every side attacks you when you don't pick sides."
