|The Dragon Age (thedragonage) wrote in thebattleage,|
@ 2011-05-09 10:51:00
|Entry tags:||! complete, (plot), azabeth kordura, cahad glanli, cormac murrough, imenry barras, jaksa eilian loup-roux, kore asena, loic arkaitz, roran aghas, sydni tethviel, vashedan|
Tournament: Combat, Round Two
When: 2 Solis, 9:45
Where: Vigil’s Keep Arena
Rating: PG-13 or lower
Summary: Day two of fighting.
There was no way of getting out of it. Today, Alistair had to face the crowd and behave with proper pomp and vigor as befitting the situation. He loved it as much as he wanted to run from it. It was not a fear of crowds, much less standing up in front of everyone, that made him slither out of his responsibilities the day before. Instead, it was the simple fact that he was expected to do it that made him innately reject the role. It might be childish, but he had made a career out of being childish.
It worked well for him, he was not about to stop now. Still, he was expected to be up there and leading the fights today. From the Warden’s box, he stepped forward and looked to those gathered. It was far earlier in the day than the previous day’s festivities had been, so the sun had yet to turn the area into a sweat box. The sun kept disappearing behind intermittent clouds, casting the area in cooler shadows. That was preferable. There was nothing worse than fighting in hot and heavy armor than fighting in hot, heavy and blindingly bright armor. He should know, having done it before.
“This is the Warden’s tournament!” He said, going off what he remembered of Dougal’s script. The Seneschal had eagerly provided him with a few words, hoping, correctly, that it would further entice Alistair to perform the unwanted duty.
Unfortunately, he could not remember much more than that, and he must have misplaced the paper. So he winged it. “You should all know the rules by now. No killing, it leaves a nasty mess. But you get money if you win! So go at’em!”