Directly opposite of the Hammerheim Sorcerers were the jet black and purple tents of House Shimia, a bubble of black and purple lying in the south east edge of the Arena floor. Where the paladins radiated light and purity, the black waves of Shimia's tents seemed to draw in the light and radiate the shadows. No light truly ever seemed to pierce into the black tents. Despite this one could almost see shadows moving about as though slithering after prey. Standing sentry were an honor guard of black steel plated soldiers, one couldn't quite tell if there was anything inside these soldiers though. For all they knew those soldiers could be empty, shades, or the animated dead. Dead most likely given the House's ties...
Roger strolled up to Shima's tents with Aramil. "The house certainly likes to show. I wonder how they can make it seem so dark here... Doesn't do anything for the temperature though."
He moved about, ducking his head into various tents. "Hullo? I'm looking to register." At the moment he didn't care if he looked a fool, he was cold and wanted to keep moving. That seemed to help. There was still something naggin at the back of his mind, something he couldn't figure out, something that gave him shudders when he tried to think about it. If it weren't so could out he might be worried about such thoughts.
Aramil arrived at the Shimian's tent and entered the darkness. For some unknown reason, the confines of the tent felt cooler than the outside, as if the very air pierced to the bone.
Aramil took a deep breath an smiled.
"Feels like home."
He looked around for any Shimian representatives to speak to about signing up for the tournament.
Aramil looked over to Roger. "Is something wrong? You seem antsy."
Roger stopped hopping about. "Yeah, but I'm not sure what. Probably the cold." Or... or... I don't know. Roger shivered and pulled his cloak tighter. "You know what? I almost got torched by a dragon on my last mission. Makes me wish I were back there, fighting the thing again. At least, then, I'd be warm."
A ghastly woman in robes pulled in tight around her bony frame looked on gauntly at Roger as if waiting for him to come over. She made no movements besides those with her eyes, which upon closer examination revealed to be akin to black marbles.
"I don't see why everything in this place has to be so damn... creepy." He said as he walked over to the... woman? He supposed that was the best description for her.
The woman's head shifts stiffly towards Aramil before she turns around and walks inside of one of the tents bearing the symbol of House Shimia. Aramil wasn't picking up any surface thoughts, rather an echo of a servant.
Unfortunately for Roger the inside of the tent was dim with an eerie chill that bit deep down into the bones. The 'woman' simply moved with a rather ungraceful and stiff walk to a table where she sat down pulling out two sheets of parchment from a leather case. Reaching back into the case she pulled out two quills and a jar of ink sliding both to the mages standing before her. Then looking blankly into their eyes she simply waited.
Aramil quickly recognizes the sheet as the same type he had to present to the city guards of Estark when he had first entered. The only real difference was that this sheet wanted to know of what name and any titles the person wished to go by in the Festival and that the signature was an agreement to represent House Shimia during the Festival.
After signing and registering, Roger went back outside to look around. The snow wasn't helping anything but for some reason it was slightly warmer outside. He saw another member of Shima approach the tents. "If you are looking to register, there is a woman in there who can help you. That is what you are planning, correct?"
Dodaer had just been wandering around when he decided to take part in this festival. I can't even get a lead on mother's murderer... Might as well join...
Walking in the cold didn't seem to have much of an effect on Dodaer. Adapt or die. One of life's lessons. As he approached the tent, Dodaer noticed Roger outside. Better to avoid another confrontation so soon... Dodaer just decided to try to casually walk pass the two conversing. As he got a little closer, he heard Roger's voice carry, however faintly, "...register, there is a woman in there who can help you." That's all Dodaer needed to hear. Dodaer passed behind Roger and the other apparently Shimian trying to stay out of their sight, and hopefully out of the conversation.
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"Correct," Cyouni responds. With a nod of gratitude, he moves towards the tent, unconsciously rubbing his right arm. As he enters the tent, he notices another mage attempting to sneak past Roger. He hides his smile, wanting to see the result.
The woman inside stirs and looks at the two mages eyeballing Dodaer skulk into the tent before reaching for a parchment. Not even waiting to be acknowledged or bothered to make eye contact, she lays down the parchment at the end of the table with a quill and sags slightly as her focus seems to zone out from the present.
Dodaer signed his name on the parchment. Noticing his plan to not be spotted failed, Dodaer sighed a large sigh. I guess I'll have to... If he's still there, I'll have to talk to him... I really don't want to end up on his bad side... Dodaer recalls the last arena match he had with Roger. Remembering the feeling of having his life sucked out of him was not pleasant.
Dodaer walks outside, hoping to avoid any confrontation with anybody. He looks around to see if Roger left or not.
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Cyouni takes the quill and signs his name, his writing slanted but tidy. Carefully placing the quill down next to the parchment, he turns and strides out of the tent. Now just to wait...
Dodaer spots Roger waiting. If I must... Dodaer, attempting to show no reluctance, strides over to Roger. "Hey, Roger. Didn't see you there. I guess that's one downside to this hood, huh? How've you been?" said Dodaer, fishing for an excuse. Now I hope he just doesn't ask about my hood...
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He moved about, ducking his head into various tents. "Hullo? I'm looking to register." At the moment he didn't care if he looked a fool, he was cold and wanted to keep moving. That seemed to help. There was still something naggin at the back of his mind, something he couldn't figure out, something that gave him shudders when he tried to think about it. If it weren't so could out he might be worried about such thoughts.
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Aramil took a deep breath an smiled.
"Feels like home."
He looked around for any Shimian representatives to speak to about signing up for the tournament.
Aramil looked over to Roger. "Is something wrong? You seem antsy."
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Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he looks around to find where he could register.
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Walking in the cold didn't seem to have much of an effect on Dodaer. Adapt or die. One of life's lessons. As he approached the tent, Dodaer noticed Roger outside. Better to avoid another confrontation so soon... Dodaer just decided to try to casually walk pass the two conversing. As he got a little closer, he heard Roger's voice carry, however faintly, "...register, there is a woman in there who can help you." That's all Dodaer needed to hear. Dodaer passed behind Roger and the other apparently Shimian trying to stay out of their sight, and hopefully out of the conversation.
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Dodaer walks outside, hoping to avoid any confrontation with anybody. He looks around to see if Roger left or not.
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