The Voice of the Dragon King (Open/Event)

[Blake Oleander]

Well, Blake wasn't going to turn that shit down. He'd follow, crutching along.

[Avice Locke]

She looked at then mohawked boy and raised a brow.

"And if we lose?"

[Bailey Oleander]

Bailey handed the paper to Kyrie! She was going to go join the others as they left the grounds.

Even though the Commanders probably already knew what was happening.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

The man smirked.

"Fair. Most blades can be enhanced, however, and there is more than one style of weapon. Rings that enhance powers, boots that let you fly...all depends on your desire."

He looked to Avice as Krane and the others began to approach.

"If you lose, you lose face. Cabal is said to be filled with the greatest warriors in the Northern Territories. We are merely inviting you to prove it."

Off behind the group were several warriors, gathering to review the line up! Jeremiah would walk past them, heading deeper into the camp. He'd done his job.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie glanced at the scroll and moved her shoulders; she figured David would have heard, and... Well, no, maybe it was placing too much faith in him to say that Leon would be aware...

That in mind, Kyrie moves off at a quick clip to be the messenger, seeking out David, first.

[Mathew Amtrum]

"When do we begin?"

He was ready now.

[Bailey Oleander]

Since they were coming up behind Eric and Avice, Bailey figured she'd ask her question before Jeramiah slipped away completely.

"I'm curious. Will the others participating have bindings similar to yours, or are yours due to being the messenger?"

Since they have no idea what they're walking into other than it's a camp full of hundreds of people for a tournement, and he seemed a decent source of info if he would stand still long enough.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah turned to Bailey.

"My people do not use bindings like mine, so there will be none. Mine are indeed due to my current job."

He pulled out another smoke, jamming it between his teeth.

"Wouldn't want anyone thinking we're invading, would we?"

The man gestured back, and an individual stepped forward that was large, with a grayish beard. He wore very ragged clothes.

"I am Bernard. I will lead you to the field."

He'd gesture for them to follow.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Eric would follow the large one to the field. He had the information he needed.

[Blake Oleander]

Blake would follow along too, his hands gripping his crutches as he eyed the people surrounding them on all sides.

[Avice Locke]

She grimaced but suppose this wasnt a bad idea not like she had anything with a time limit to care for. She crutched by the others.

But first looked to alk who showed up and well... what a sorry looking lot they might seem. Like some kind of handicapped Olympics team.

With that in mind she wondered how hard could it be.

[Bailey Oleander]

"It would be in poor taste."  Hi explanation was about what she expected. Nodding at the remark about "invasion," but also raising a brow as there were literally hundreds of people within walking distance of the academy, she would follow with the big man with the others!

[Krane Asiv]

Krane would stay quiet and follow along, his general bored expression keeping to himself as they wandered.

[David B.]

Jeremiah had moved into the distance, so the man they followed led them toward the sounds of cheering and shouts. He'd wave Krane up.

"Kraken, come! You must be proud to have made it so far."

Bernard clapped him on the shoulder, before looking to Eric.

"And you! The man with a plan."

He offered his had to Eric to shake.

[Mathew Amtrum]

He looked the man up and down. Man with a plan? Interesting descriptor from a stranger.

"What makes you say that"?