Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140906173711/@comment-5543592-20140915013649

(Oh.  Yay.)

(Billy, how old is Eirik?)

Anaril was surprised to see Emrey for some reason, but other than that he looked around at some of his former companions and was unsurprised to see them.

"Document." Commanded Anaril. He planted his shield and extended one arm back. An Altmer wearing civilian clothes to Anaril's immediate left scurried up holding a leather satchel and gave it to his commander. Anaril tossed them to Eirik.

"Don't read whats inside until after the fight and read the older one, first.  If you don't take what's in there to be the truth, look at the date, the age of the paper, and the wore ink.  It's all actual documentation."

He looked straight all Celanar. Inside his close-faced helmet Anaril's eyes flashed with recognition, but he said nothing.

Anaril's head tilted to the right. He spoke to his subordinate Guardian. "Tell them."

"The rules are simple!" Announced the Guardian, stepping forward, for all to here. "The two champions will fight until first blood drawn from the torso.  And I mean blood." He lowered his voice for only the immediate parties to hear. "Understand?"

Anaril yanked his shield from the dirt. "Yes."