Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140906173711/@comment-5543592-20140915003351

(Great, then let's get started.)

Weltrod led Celanar and Galadir out to the dueling arena, where they were greeted by the rest of the company. Up close the group noticed that none of the Altmer warriors actually had Daedric weaponry. In fact, some of them were completely unarmed. Granted, this was only a small portion of the camp the Vanguard had stationed themselves at.

"I suppose it's a big deal." Replied Eogan. "I wish I could be the one fighting, then no one would get hurt."

Just 20 feet away, at the Thalmor's section of the dueling area...

"Justicar, sir, I believe your opponant is here.  General Weltrod and two Altmer have arrived." A Guardian whispered into the tent flap.

"What's he armed with?" Grumbled Anaril from where he was seated, surrounded by a personal armory.

"Curved sword, should've be much trouble against thick armor.  Heavy spear.  Altmer, good be a mage."

There was good hearted laughter, although the occasion could not be any darker. "Ha, easy!  Send in my personal armorer."

Moments later, a figure, clad in thickly gilded Elven armor stepped out. He was carrying a glass longsword of Cyrodiilic make (that means the Oblivion one) and also had a tall elven shield at his side. On his waist was one Elven dagger and one glass dagger.

"He looks like an elf out to kill muttered J'Baad."