[SRP] Demons of Watchwood Forest

[Kether]

Jibril directs his cart down the street, he sat in the driver's seat his odd look and clothes easily gaining the attention. The horse itself wasn't too unusual and the cart on the outside wasn't anything particularly special, but the inside contained so many wonders, tomes, components all the wonders of his travels so he was ill at ease to leave it in the open.. He many tricks to protect it but it only takes one person getting lucky to cause.. problems.

With that in mind he pulls up his cart to the outside of the arena*

[Harri-chan]

"Ginevra Swan", she said, but fell silent for a moment as she looked down at the paper. "Born right here in the Overwatch. If I die, everything passes to my daughter, Yari Swann, she's three. If you want to inform someone, then please let Eva Blanc know, you'll find her at the Sun and Moon Tavern here in the city. Will that be all?".

[Knight Errant]

The man scribbles down for a moment. "Fine fine... Next!" He waves her to a door on the left of the booth.

A couple of valets come over to Gregor. "Your horse need stabling during the Arena contest?"

Another comes over to Jibril. "Sorry... sir. You cant park that here."

[ZeroForever]

Victor looked at the others in line wondering if he should have just done a 'apprenticeship' to another member of the faith that was attending the event, allowing them to entertain the spot light would have been easier for him to move in the shadows. As he was not here for glory or the like, it shouldn't have been a conflict of interests either. Then again he had played that role several times already in his previous missions, getting into the complacent role was a good way to get discovered.

Victor internally yawned at the procession, paying some interest in the others at the event having heard of some of there deeds, wondering if he would have to deal with them at some point. All and all though he simply just wished an end to the lines as he had already had all the required forms filled out long before stepping foot into this square, mostly false information with a smattering of truth here and there, either way it would still be verified and approved by the church members listed on the form as reference.

[ashuros]

As Francis waits him, he took a moment to look at his competition and seemed pleasantly surprised by the presence of both other priests and paladins. After all even if he were to fail to win the kings approval, surely someone from the church would still be able to step in to stop the demons.

[Nosnits]

Andrew approches the check in person. "I'd'a be...Walter Andrews, from....uhh...Bugularia...no next of kin..." He says to the bored man.

[Haylie]

Peter becomes bored and starts inspecting some of his arrows for splinters.

[Kether]

The man scribbles down for a moment. "Fine fine... Next!" He waves her to a door on the left of the booth.

A couple of valets come over to Gregor. "Your horse need stabling during the Arena contest?"

Another comes over to Jibril. "Sorry... sir. You cant park that here."

He smiles and replies, "Well where can I park it, friend?"

[Harri-chan]

Ginny nodded to the man at the booth, and then glanced at the line behind her before she moved forward, reaching out to push the door open at the left of the booth and step through, her other hand dropping to her side, holding the handle of her sword as she made her way inside.

[Brnin8r]

Trey smiled as two valets approached Gregor; he wondered if he himself had looked so timid. At his turn with the booth, he hummed over the three categories before claiming Sir Trey Dendin for his name, Duke Merdol's fief Zeltr, and his father back home as his next of kin. "I currently lack a lady of my own." he mentioned as he wrote the last one...as if the man cared. Once signed in, he awaited further instruction.

Gregor was a little worried and took a quick glance to his master. The comforting smile from Trey gave him the courage to answer: "This is my master Sir Trey Dendin's steed Abrosious. He will need her stabled unless there is a jousting competition involved." his own bravado kicked the wind out of him, and he became far less confident after the first two sentences, "I was also wondering if there would be a place for me to remain at the side in case Sir Kedric needed his squire's assistance?"

[Blaze]

James stepped foward when the woman at the front of the line moved on. He looked behind him and saw the two impressive men. Whoa... hope I don't end up fighting them... he thinks to himself.

[Knight Errant]

Andrew approches the check in person. "I'd'a be...Walter Andrews, from....uhh...Bugularia...no next of kin..." He says to the bored man.

The man writes down his information. "Who do we contact in event of your demise." He says this with a stifled yawn.

He smiles and replies, "Well where can I park it, friend?"

"Well, we have a stable for horses... but you need to get that out of the way. We need to keep the streets clear."

Ginny nodded to the man at the booth, and then glanced at the line behind her before she moved forward, reaching out to push the door open at the left of the booth and step through, her other hand dropping to her side, holding the handle of her sword as she made her way inside.

Inside the door is a long hallway, leading to a long room with a table in the center. It is laden with various foods. She catches a guard beginning to speak.

"Alright prospective heroes... you will wait here until noon has struck. At that point you will exit this room and head for the center of the Arena. More will be explained then."

Trey smiled as two valets approached Gregor; he wondered if he himself had looked so timid. At his turn with the booth, he hummed over the three categories before claiming Sir Trey Dendin for his name, Duke Merdol's fief Zeltr, and his father back home as his next of kin. "I currently lack a lady of my own." he mentioned as he wrote the last one...as if the man cared. Once signed in, he awaited further instruction.

Gregor was a little worried and took a quick glance to his master. The comforting smile from Trey gave him the courage to answer: "This is my master Sir Trey Dendin's steed Abrosious. He will need her stabled unless there is a jousting competition involved." his own bravado kicked the wind out of him, and he became far less confident after the first two sentences, "I was also wondering if there would be a place for me to remain at the side in case Sir Kedric needed his squire's assistance?"

The man writes down the info. "Next!"

One of the valets nods and leads the horse away, as the second one says. "Yes there is a lower box you may wait in at the Arena. Follow me."

[Haylie]

Peter steps up to the counter, slipping the arrow back into the quiver. The blond teen smiles cockily at the man, and speaks in a thick British accent, "Hello. Name's Peter Blacke. Born on a farm not far outta Overwatch, and I don't got a fam'ly."

He fingers his bow excitedly.

[Knight Errant]

Peter steps up to the counter, slipping the arrow back into the quiver. The blond teen smiles cockily at the man, and speaks in a thick British accent, "Hello. Name's Peter Blacke. Born on a farm not far outta Overwatch, and I don't got a fam'ly."

He fingers his bow excitedly.

The man writes this down! "Fine, fine... who do we notify upon your death."

[Haylie]

He just shrugs. "Dunno. Didn't figure it necissary, but if you have to, I suppose you could contact my dad at the local smithy."