Andre
Lord Mallsrek Skagerlly
Bradai's Barge, Sixteen Rings

Mallsrek led the way onto the barge, as he and his men arrived for the melee. It was easy for everyone else to pick them out as foreigners, their armour and pelts distinct within the crowd. However those were the least distinctive of their features, their skin was covered in scars, some fresh and others eons old. Nobody would have guessed that there was a lord in their midst. I mean unless you discerned the tone of authority that Mallsrek took.

The party boarded the barge, other combatants being brushed aside as Mallsrek sneered at all those surrounding him. They were nothing but little ants to him, ripe to squash when it came to it. When it came to it, killing them would be a pleasure rather than a chore. He marched over to a spot he liked and came to a halt as some nobodies had already set up their area. Motioning to his guards, they fanned out and began to clear this rabble away, before pitching the Skagerlly flag and cordoning the area off for their lord.

Mallsrek sat down as his equipment was brought onto the barge by more of his soldiers. His half brother would have been livid seeing how many of his hearthguard he had taken with him, but after all the atrocities he had committed, it would have been unwise to travel without them. Anyway, they were always a good laugh. They placed down intricate suits of armour and weapons, glinting evilly in the harsh sun. Looking out over the arena, his mouth salivated at the thought of all the deaths that were to come.
Steven
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Queen Anyanka Durkhan
Maith Mansion, Tonate Proper 
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She didn't particularly want her guard to burden his free hand with her shoes, in case she needed him to draw a weapon. So she shook her head, switching them to her free hand so he wouldn't be tempted to try and keep her from carrying them herself. 

She listened, unable to stop herself from comparing Aleks to another quiet child who wanted to spend more time with books than swords. "The ones parading in while we were leaving? Yes, I think I heard 'Skagerlly', but it's so hard to understand their accents." It had never occurred to her that Jax's Skagerlly was one of The Skagerlly, but she supposed it didn't matter much. Names could change so easily. 

"Well, we're leaving now, he's grabbing Mikhail and will meet us at the ships. We can be gone before anyone even thinks to miss us."
Ora
Arin Cragton
Mizzen Market

"Magic? If I resort to magic, is there any merit to my actions? Magic is of.. Dark creatures, evil, and dishonesty." Arin said, before looking at Tiny Vik. 

"But you are not evil, or at least I do not believe you are. What evil being would devote their existence to help others. But you could be a trickster. A simple fiend who gets their amusement helping others only to take it all back. But that's not you, is it?" He said, before looking at the coin in his hand. 

"I'll leave this choice up to fate, destiny, whatever is true in the world. Chance, even." He said, before placing the coin on his thumb. He popped it up, flinging it up into the air with so much speed it almost seemed to trace through the air. As it landed around eye level, Arin snatched it out of the air. Before he opened his hand, he looked up at Vik. 

"Face side up, I allow you to find them. Back, we find another way. It is all up to this very coin." He said, before flipping it into the back of his hand. Before he revealed the coin, he looked up at Vik and slowly moved his hand. 

*Heads.*