Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-31049256-20171024180824

(Doc, Thomas/Scorn, Imperia) Kioshi walks up and gives Tirush a hug, "If the fighting gets dangerous, please be careful Mama." she drones, though her small frown lets her family know she is truly worried.

"Heh, you worry too much Ki!" Lilrava assures as se approaches in her full armor. She adjusts her bag and holsters four small crossbows along the straps as she stands next to Tirush, the thirteen year old dark elf dwarfed by the grown copper wyvern.

Even still she stands proudly, "Of course I'm joining! I've been looking forward to testing my mettle against Uncle Marky since Asja's wedding. While I'm at it I'll make sure nothing happens to Mama T, you can count on it!"

"I am competing as well, Mothers. We have fought in this before, even if this years circumstances are slightly different," Sun-Mi replies as she stores away her potions, "though I trust it will not come to true violence. The only fighter that has the capacity to cause trouble in such a way is of noble blood."

She looks to Imperia, speaking respectfully, "I am assured that Lord Armata will abide by the rules as they are, even should any confrontation grow heated, simply because this is all in good sport. Am I correct in that assumption Lady Imperia?"

Maria moves next to Thomas, though she doesn't speak just yet.

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(Scorn, Armata) Mjoll rubs her hand along the side of her scythe's blade, the blade producing a high pitched hum. She stands, and as she does the blade begins to glow a light blue, and snow begins to fall from it.

"Thank you Eilys." she whispers to the blade before she looks to Armata, "So, you decided to compete? What made you decide to fight today? I doubt you actually need any wish granted, so..?"