A day at the tourney

[Virres]

20th Summer, 507 AV. "Tournament," Vir gave the world a grin, bright, excited, just a little predatory. The banners streaming through the city streets shining call, battering at his senses. He could see the colors the crimson of the Sultros, the vibrant violet of the Terras, all clashing together, carving out territory for the two clans, designated areas for the combatants and contestants to ready themselves for the myriad of games, and challenges, the mock battles, that would all take place over the next few days. The excitement of the people around him was palpable, a living writhing thing, stoking the already considerable rush of feeling washing over Vir. As he walked through the tents of those competing in the physical tournaments his very blood seemed to sing in his ears, matching the rising crescendo of readying arms, of preparation, the grunts of pre-exhersion, and the cheers of those already watching some contest or another. His blood was singing to the song of battle, but his soul homed in on the clink of hammer upon anvil, the heat of the forge, the cursing grunts of smiths and their apprentices and his smile widened, this was not his first tourney, but it was the first in which he was comfortable allowing himself entrance into the games of battle, allowing himself to test his mettle in fires of a different kind, fires of war. Though he knew it would be nothing more than mock battles his Coglias blood still seemed to respond, his muscles stretching languidly, readying himself for his turn in the rings, his turn to try his own fighting. The hand to hand would be tough, his skill lacking in a surprising way, he knew hed focused far more on his smithing and weapons play, neglecting a pastime that many of his people enjoyed, but he was unconcerned, loosing in wrestling was one thing he expected... he hungered for the true tournament, where those of similar skill levels would battle their weapons and armors gleaming. It would be hours until then though and his body was taught, burning with a need for some action, any action.

[Vinrir Stoneheart Sultros]

The noise was wondrous, the promise of competition, friendly and sometimes pushing the bounds of what could be considered friendly, was heavy in the air. The tournament was a place of neutral meeting for Isur of all Clans to meet and show off their skill in various combative ways as well as a few non-combative ways. Walking around, Vinrir watched as the final preparations were being set into place, even stepping in to help a few Sultros and Coglias Isur that were setting up a few decorations. There were many Isur walking about, though decidedly more Sultros and Coglias than others this day, especially Coglias. It was always the case though seeing as the Coglias Clan specialized the most in fighting, making up the vast majority of Izurdin's Hammer. Smiling as he turned from helping the group of Isur, Vinrir saw Virres watching around, looking like an Isur who just got their first weapon or crafting tools. He was clearly ready to test his mettle against those here. Walking up to him, The Sultros' red arm fell across Virres' shoulders, "Izurdin's blessing on you, Virres. You look ready to jump right into the games." Truth was, Vinrir was just as eager. He did not outwardly show it as much, having been schooled by his father and other Sultros that it was important to maintain a proper and unreadable demeanor as much as possible, to never let those around you know how you were planning to act until it was done. This attitude had, unfortunately for him at times, crept into most of his life and seldom was lost to his more emotional and heated side that could erupt.

[Caelum]

Thread Award

Virres

Skills
Observation +1

Lores
NA

Vinrir

Skills
Socialization +1


Lores
NA

Notes

It was a little short to have much awarded, I’m afraid. Please edit the grade request post to reflect completion and, as ever, feel free to contact me with any questions or concerns.