di Senzio's Tournament: Winged Flute

Nirrassa of Clan Swiftclaw

Velmont said:

She continues to hear a few whispers. She hears someone walking near but as she ask some help, she hears the footstep moving away from her. After a few minutes, she hears the sound of footsteps. A group walking together. Only some soldiers or guards could walk with this precise rythm, all at the same times. She hears them appraoching. Nirrassa have finally hope for some help, but she hears one of them telling.

"What are you doing here, beggar? Your place is in the slum. Corporal, take two men with you and escort him out of the district"

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"I was just attacked and blinded," she says. "I am no beggarr."

His stomach full from the free meal that Mongrel had seen fit to allow him to enjoy, Cyrus made his way towards the Tournament grounds. While his luck had not been the best lately, perhaps the meal was a sign that he had found his way back to Mongrel's good graces.

~At least for the time being...~

[sblock=ooc]Hope you don't mind me crashing in Velmont, feel free to throw me anywhere you think I might fit.[/sblock]

OOC: Things will move to the Slum for both of you. And welcome back to LEW Verbatim. I'm happy you show up, you just gave me an idea

Velmont said:

OOC: Things will move to the Slum for both of you. And welcome back to LEW Verbatim. I'm happy you show up, you just gave me an idea

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Darn it, I knew that Nirrassa was ending up in the Slums as soon as I saw that post.

-=-=-= Winged Flute =-=-=-

It was the morning. Octavio, Khairi and Semabin had been looking at the Performance contest the day before. After saving a young girl, then the fire, the three had come to know enough each other to sit at the same table and share this good moments. During last night, the Winged Flute had been even more crowded, as the Master contest was starting, and they were announcing the finalist of the Apprentice contest. So at there table, two more persons have been joing them: Kwella and Deos.

The finalist of the Performance contest are Kwella, Semabin and Venial. The last was a musician that master the flute liek no one. He was great, but making two music with the same instrument had cost him a bit and had finished behind the two Sairundanis. Octavio, after his bad song, wasn't that much surprised to not be chosen.

Deos have started to chat with the four others at his table. He had seen them on the Duel tournement, and knew they were contestants. The contest had ended very late alst night, and the five have decided to take a room here instead of going back to the RDI, to get as much rest as possible for the semi-final of tomorrow, as the five had made it. Deos had a nice night with the four others, so he accepted the offer Kwella made to meet each other in the moring to eat at the same table. They all met in the common room in the next morning, and were talking over there meal.

"That night of rest was good" tells Kwella. "My third place in the Race exhausted me. It would be interesting to meet each other in the contest today, Semabin. If you play wth me like you've done with your two contestants."

Octavio

"Friend Semabin was just putting on a bit of a show for the crowd, I'm sure. He clearly had the dwarf outmatched. He's got wisdom enough not to try such thngs with you, though."

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Khairi

Semabin is a fine warrior, his defense is near impenetrable. It would be a fine match to see two warriors as yourselves.

Deos nods in agreement, "It would be an interesting match, to be sure."

Semabin isn't certain what to think about the fact that many people seem to think that he toyed with the dwarf. Sure, up until the end, the dwarf seemed to be unable to hit him, and in the beginning, Semabin was more interested in gauging the strength of his foe, but did it look really that easy from the outside?

"You're taking the words right out of my mouth. I certainly hope we'll have a chance to meet in the arena." Semabin smiles as he joins into the discussion.

"In final, we will meet in final, but you'll have an hard time to win it." adds Kwella. "And you Khairi? How do you feels. You are a member of te Zephyr tribes too. It seems the wind have blown hard into Orussus direction to gather three members of our tribe in this city far from the desert. You think you'll honor our tribe as we will?"