Lying in the north east edge of the Arena grounds are the azure blue sea of tents assembled by House Lat-Nam. Several constructs stand sentry and eying all who pass. Most would not notice but the constructs appeared to be searching for some one and were taking particular interest in all passing sorcerer's that could wield the mana of the mountains. Scattered in clusters were the wizards themselves observing all with a casual atmosphere. Though none were fooled by this visage as every mage knows that the wizards were meticulous in their observations and would use this knowledge for their own gain if you allowed them but the chance...
Krensae muses about the Festival. I have never heard of this Festival before. It would be interesting to see more of the mages in Estark. And a good place to test everything I've learned since coming here. Maybe I'll run into that vedalkin Vile again... He double checks his gems and finds the person to submit his entry. "What is the expected turnout of this gathering?" He asks.
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The Lat-Nam scribe looks up at Krensae revealing an aged pale white human face scarred by the sands of time. With a slightly trembling hand the old man reaches for a quill and parchment and speaks in a raspy and weedy voice as he eyes the Viashno's claws saying, "Traditionally the House Leaders encourage participation by all of their members. Our House has always benefited the most as the other Houses seem to have forgotten the value of knowledge. But to answer your question specifically? I do not yet know. There could easily be twenty participants if not more. We shall have to wait and see..."
The old man supports his thin frame by leaning on his elbows and resting his head in his hands. Eyeing the satchel at Krensae's side he asks, "Have you registered to have your name put in with those from our House? Barrin has insisted that every Lat-Nam wizard participate to show the city that we are not weak. That incident with that planeswalker has made some of the other Houses bold."
"No, I've not registered. That's what I'm looking for." Krensae pauses a moment. "So that is what happened to the House? I left on my first trip to Lorwyn and came back to the place redecorated. What was the planeswalker's name?"
The scribe looks to Echedi and nods saying, "That's what I am here for. What's your name and do you plan on championing any causes in addition to Lat-Nam? Or perhaps a family title you wish to be announced during Festival?"
"Echedi of Lat-Nam then..." says the scribe taking the information and placing it into a chest that was immediately picked up and taken to the Arena Master's tent.
Alissi wakes up an hour later in a comfortable bed, with a huge headache, and a little trouble stringing thoughts together. She can remember her name, which is promising.
"How are you feeling?" says a female voice nearby.
"House Lat-Nam's tents, my dear. You had some serious mental trauma from that last fight." She reaches over and pats Alissi on her knee. "Don't worry, we repaired as much as we can, and the man in question was disqualified, so you'll be going on to the next round. If you feel up to it."
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RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
The old man supports his thin frame by leaning on his elbows and resting his head in his hands. Eyeing the satchel at Krensae's side he asks, "Have you registered to have your name put in with those from our House? Barrin has insisted that every Lat-Nam wizard participate to show the city that we are not weak. That incident with that planeswalker has made some of the other Houses bold."
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
"How are you feeling?" says a female voice nearby.