A tournament

High in the mountains above the city of Chorrol hidden from the naked eye stands a Incredibly large manor house owned by a very mysterious and old Dunmer magi.
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Morvus Aires is hosting a tournament late in the war to ease the hostilities from all sides.
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Morvus has spent all day preparing for the first of his guests to arrive the letters have been sent and the first part of the tournament will take place the following morning He sat under a pavilion and waited.

Lorundil pondered the letter he had gotten, an invitation to a tournament held by some lord in the mountains near Chorrol he was interested in going because he enjoyed arena fights very much he was also intrigued why a wealthy individual would have an estate in such a remote area usually those wishing to hide something or mages such as himself would retire to such locations and if he was one then Lorundil definitely wanted to meet him.

He stood, brushed off his robes and put up his hood and set off towards Chorrol.

Risvar always liked arriving early to places and this was no change for him. He arrived to the manor almost two days before the other contenders and guest and made a small camp along the rode intending to greet them and even hoping to get to know a few of his fellow combatants. Risvar had brought many supplies with him and as he rested he sung hymns and enjoyed the mountains.

Their were three others with him and they all seemed to be friends as they sat around in the camp having a grand time.

After several hours of traveling through the mountains Lorundil came across a large clearing and in it was a very large mansion and an arena with a domed roof and many colorful flowers, some would call it an impressive sight but Lotundil had seen many of those and this one didn't impress him as much but beautiful none the less.

As he walked along the road Lorundil saw a Nord and three others at a small camp along the road, he readied an incantation in case they were bandits or more likely due to there marry attitude towards one another, warm and friendly types.

Zar'Karri sat in the back of the carriage as it made its way up the hill. He was not the one meant to come here. The day before he broke into the house for a khajiit noble while he was not there. In the middle of the burglary a courier came to the door. Zar had impersinated the noble man and decided to pretend to be the nobleman Ka'Aden at the tournament and steal with the prize money.

Zar felt the carriage come to a stop and he jumped out. To his surprise they weren't at the manor. Instead they where at a camp by the road

Risvar smiled at the new comers and gestured for his friends to quiet down. "Welcome fellow travelers are you combatants or attendants of the fights? I am Risvar Frelsari also known as Spell Breaker. It is a pleasure to meet you all. You are free to join us here at our camp. My friends here go by Iron Heart *An old imperial in nice robes they were black with ornate embroidery* Yahven *A young redguard nodded towards them he seemed to just give off light and warmth.* and last, but not least Belias *A man fully cloaked waved his hand towards them* Now sit have a drink a smoke and some food if you like" Risvar finished and began to walk towards the fire and checked the roasting meat.

Lorundil gritted his teeth they were the warm and friendly type, he stopped thinking of the incantations, he usually didn't kill people who offered gifts "My name is Lorundil and I am here as a spectator" the Altmer put on a smile and nodded towards each of the men in turn "a pleasure to meet you all and I would be honored to join you" he said, normally he wouldn't have accepted but he was a guest here.

He also noticed a Kahjiit arrive by carriage "Hello there" he said before following Risvar and pulling out a flask of Jazbay wine.

Risvar saw the altmer his demeanor immediately changed he had not noticed before, but now that he had.....his veins began to pop out and he gritted his teeth flashbacks of torment not so long ago came back and the war only exemplified the memories. Risvar spat at the ground and with growl like tone said to the altmer "Move along I have no gifts for you." Risvar waited for the almter to respond or leave.

(What Altmer)

Zar'Karri looked at the group not bowing exactly what to expect of them. "I'm Zar" Zar caught himself before he continued and remembered his alias. "I'm Ka'den. It's nice to meet you."

((Took is an Altmer))
Risvar welcomed the Khajit to join them.

Lorundil couldn't help but smile, the Nord obviously had hate for his kind, he didn't say anything but nodded his head towards Risvar and strode down the road towards the grounds chuckling slightly.

Morgyna dropped from the wagon, pausing to struggle with the overburdened pack. Shruggin it on to her shoulders she peered around the city of Chrrol. It would be quite a walk uphill, but the Lady of Literacy was not unfamiliar to cardio. The treck qould be welcomwd even despite the overburden. Her stave, simple in nature, made a soft clack against a stone. Her other hand brushed the letter before returning it to her pocket and clasping over the strap of her pack.

As she made her way towards the mansion, she pondered how she might introduce herself. Her alias or name? Alias would be wisest, as it was under Alias she was invited. Humming a tune under her breath she paused, eyea flitting nervously to an upcomming gathering along the path. A quick glance however showed a feiendly group simply greeting paaserbys. Contestants perhaps. Her stomach twisted. Magic would doubtless be in play during the trournament. Something she would wish to avoid, but have no choice in the matter.

She dipped her head, hiding her face and tried to pass the gathering without being noticed. A fruitlesa task when carrying such an overstuffed pack.

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Jo'Shima hmed appreciativly at the city. The Khajiit assassin for once showed sense, dressed in the dark archaic mage robes. The heavy dust and magic damage migt have made her look like a combatant but she was far from the sort. Still, the call of blood had been hard to ignore. So she would spectate eapecially as she was required to gather information on a target for a brother. The Khajiit would rather be after the target herself...

Chorrol had not been far from the Cheydenhall sanctuary, so Jo'Shima had been content to walk to the coty. She was so excited she practically ran up the hill and nearly bumped into another Khajiit chatting amongst a group. 'Too obvious sister' she silently warned herself as she grinned to the other Khajii.
"Good morning." She greeted cheerily. Too cheerily. She certainly seemed an odd type immediatly being apparent.

Idriarius smiled as he finally saw the estate with the great manor. He found it a great idea to hide such a building far off the cities. One day cities would burst at the seams if everybody noble or folk placed his manor into it. And maybe the damn mountains would be pressed flat by the weight.

The imperial laughed and patted the jawbone necklace around his neck.

"Not as big as my father´s house, isn´t it, my friends?"

He smiled and shook his head while approaching the manor, noticing the other adventurers. The mage in his garrish robes swayed his extra pointy wizard´s hat.

"Greetings! Greetings!"

Lorundil continued down the road until he reached the grounds of the manor, he noticed a pavilion with a Dunmer sitting inside and thought that it might be the lord of the house so he approached "Hello there, would you happen to be the lord of this manor?"

Zar'karri looked at Risvar in a bit of disgust. He was shocked at how they treated the altmer. He had traveled with a man who despised almost all altmer but he even knew when to be kind to one and accept one for who they are. "I think I'll join him instead." Zar then quickly walked away and payed his driver and said he could walk the rest. But before he began he spat into the fire and then began to try and catch up with the altmer.