[SRP] Demons of Watchwood Forest

[Brnin8r]

Trey smiled and continued to wait for the nearest hint as to where he might be headed. He nodded in silent recognition to Gregor as he was led by the valet where he should be.

Gregor nodded and set about following the man.

[ZeroForever]

As the line thinned slightly Victor approached one of the clerks pulling out the information forms to be handed in, given the nature of the clerks he would surprised if they actually even bothered acting on the forums, most likely they were just a formality in case someone of notable wealth was entered.

[Knight Errant]

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."

"Name of the smithy?"

Trey smiled and continued to wait for the nearest hint as to where he might be headed. He nodded in silent recognition to Gregor as he was led by the valet where he should be.

Gregor nodded and set about following the man.

The man looks back. "Oh... right. Through the door, armor boy." He nods at the door to his left.

The Valet leads Gregor through the throngs and into the stands of the Arena! The place is massive, the balconies rising up and up as tall as a castle. At the summit, a large canopy provides shade to the viewers.

"Follow me." The valet points to a small box near ground level.

As the line thinned slightly Victor approached one of the clerks pulling out the information forms to be handed in, given the nature of the clerks he would surprised if they actually even bothered acting on the forums, most likely they were just a formality in case someone of notable wealth was entered.

The man grabs the forms, looking them over. "Right... good." He pauses, looking over the seemingly young boy. "Huh... whatever. Door to the left, kid."

[Haylie]

"His name's Jack. Jack Blacke. Kinda got a ring to it, dunnit?" he asks airily, scratching his nose.

[Nosnits]

"Well....if it's truly required, you could tell the Undersecrety of Bugularia, though, I doubt it'll be necessary. Where do I go?" Andrew asks.

[Brnin8r]

Gregor gazed in awe at the fantasy of it all. Everything seemed so big and the people so small. He almost lost track of what he was doing as he got caught in the moment. He shook his head of the dream-turned-real and followed the valet to the small box.

Trey noticed the door to the left of the booth and felt a little silly. He knocked his visor down to hide his embarrassment and strode into the doorway to walk the halls. Hopefully now he'll be getting somewhere.

[Kether]

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."

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"Thank you" he turns and moves it cart towards the stables looking them over

[Harri-chan]

Ginny walked along the hall, and then came to a stop at the table in the large room. She glanced around, her expression suggesting she was having second thoughts about the whole thing as she pulled the shield from her back and laid it down across the table, her sword soon joining it before she sat herself down in a chair, and removed her gauntlets to run her slim fingers through her blonde hair with a sigh.

[ZeroForever]

"Thank You" Victor said to the clerk, his sing song pure chorus trained voice enough give even the straightest man a double check of there sexual preferences before he passed through the doors into the waiting room... to wait some more. Instead of simply just twiddling his thumbs he checked his relative position before heading towards the left center of the room where he began to pray, although the outward appearance was a standard chant for show he was actually proceeding with a 3rd portion of multi tiered faith spell that he had begun earlier this morning that depended on the alignment of the suns light.

[ashuros]

His turn to register, Francis approached the officer, holding the bible to his chest. “Good day sir, I am Francis Mafig born in the town of Donovon, my closest living relatives are my mother and father Julia and Arthur Mafig.”

[Alissa of Someday]

His sword apparently as polished as it is going to get, Onín advances on the register with slow, but large strides. He doesn't appear to have any papers or the like with him, but from the aura of confidence, it does not appear to be an issue that is weighing on his mind to any great degree. For a minute longer, he waits, letting time pass with the indifferent air of the kind of person that feels they could probably stop it if they felt like it. After a time though, his patience seems to grow thin, and he pushes his way to a clerk--probably an open one.

"I am Onín Finzaro."

[Brnin8r]

Trey continued down the hall until he made his way to the room in which he saw a woman. He entered as she removed her gauntlets, "Might this be where we're supposed to be, Fair Lass?"

[Harri-chan]

Ginny looked up, her blue eyes meeting the male's gaze, and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she gave her head a brief nod. "I believe so... I just hope they don't keep us waiting too long, eh?". She glanced around the room, and then back up at him, extending a hand towards him. "My name's Ginevra".

[Brnin8r]

As the woman stood up, Trey was slightly struck with silence. Time stopped a second and before he knew it he was extending his hand to meet hers...except he realized his sword was still in his feeble grasp. "Oh...sorry..." he blushed as he resheathed his sword quickly and caught her hand before it might run away, "Trey...*ahem*...Dendin...Sir Dendin."

[Knight Errant]

"His name's Jack. Jack Blacke. Kinda got a ring to it, dunnit?" he asks airily, scratching his nose.

"Dont care. Place of birth and next of kin."

"Well....if it's truly required, you could tell the Undersecrety of Bugularia, though, I doubt it'll be necessary. Where do I go?" Andrew asks.

"Neccessary... it will be sooner or later, and this lightens the paperwork. So shut your mouth and get through that door." He nods to his left... where there is a door!

Gregor gazed in awe at the fantasy of it all. Everything seemed so big and the people so small. He almost lost track of what he was doing as he got caught in the moment. He shook his head of the dream-turned-real and followed the valet to the small box.

Trey noticed the door to the left of the booth and felt a little silly. He knocked his visor down to hide his embarrassment and strode into the doorway to walk the halls. Hopefully now he'll be getting somewhere.

The box seems slightly filled with relatives, squires, and other such people like Gregor!

"Thank you" he turns and moves it cart towards the stables looking them over

They seem freshly cleaned out for this event... you could almost eat your dinner off of them. There are plenty of stalls for horses... and a large grassed area to tether more skittish ones.

His turn to register, Francis approached the officer, holding the bible to his chest. “Good day sir, I am Francis Mafig born in the town of Donovon, my closest living relatives are my mother and father Julia and Arthur Mafig.”

The man writes this down. "Good..." Then glances back up at Francis, looking him over. "You know you holy types are best off keeping away... The spirits of the Watchwood dont heed your prayers."

"But then again... aint my job to discourage people trying to save us from getting torn limb from limb. So get yerself through that door."

His sword apparently as polished as it is going to get, Onín advances on the register with slow, but large strides. He doesn't appear to have any papers or the like with him, but from the aura of confidence, it does not appear to be an issue that is weighing on his mind to any great degree. For a minute longer, he waits, letting time pass with the indifferent air of the kind of person that feels they could probably stop it if they felt like it. After a time though, his patience seems to grow thin, and he pushes his way to a clerk--probably an open one.

"I am Onín Finzaro."

"And I'm Mister Bloody Sunshine. Place of birth and next of kin, mister Fizzy."