(( Question - how large is the Mana Accelerator, what is its shape, etc.? Also, collosseum size? ))
"Well, it was certainly a stretch to say that it'd be something like this, but look how it all turned out, Lutecia. It doesn't look like a League-endorsed thing, so might as well step up for a change."
All of that was spoken by the blue-haired mage, standing at the entrance to the preparation room and hearing the crowd that has gathered. There wasn't anyone in particular he spoke to, but apparently, the answers somehow came. Dressed in white and blue, his long cerulean muffler hid his mischievous smile just as well as his coat hid the numerous belt pouches and a pair of swords at his hip. In his hands, he held a large, decorated tome.
There were certainly quite a few familiar faces here - apparently, the Champions did not miss this strange appearance either. It was the rarest occasion, seeing fabled ones like Kassadin or Xerath not through the eye of a Summoner's Orb or a visiopathic broadcast, but live and within hands reach. Eredale had always wanted to speak out to them; but at the same time, this was a competition, and so he remained silent. Not for long though, as his non-present collocutor replied to him.
The mage nodded. "True. Infamous as I may be, it's time to remind Valoran of my existence." He stepped through the prep room door the next second, and began familiarizing himself with the rules.
Some of those regulations were quite uncommon for a mage's competition. Sure, he could handle being relieved of a piece or two of his gear, as long as he had the most important things; same went for the magic limitations, which most definitely were to exclude Rune Magic. He didn't have anyone external to assist him, and he absolutely was not going to leave the premises without victory. The Mana Accelerator handled to him made him grin for a moment as he held it in his other hand. But the most intriguing of rules was... "...Disabling and disqualifying are acceptable, eh." The mage threw another sweeping look around the waiting room, checking the potential threats of the contestants. "So basically, anything goes as long as it's not a sure kill then. Good. I had already thought that this was a puzzle game. Prepare, Lutecia - it may not be a deathmatch, but not a cakewalk either."