((Well my char will also be spectating but I wanted to make an intro thing, if only to explain his motives a bit. http://summoners.shurelia.com/profiles/144))
His mind floated in the gap between realities. He called and felt two tendrils of consciousness approach. Transience snapped his attention in their direction.
Yes? The voice came with the usual sensation of needles in his head. His mind groaned a bit but he was used to it.
"About the Tournament of the Red Tempest..." He murmured.
We suppose you would be unwilling to participate. It was a statement, of course.
"I am no warrior," He replied calmly. "I possess no desire to be humiliated."
But you will go and watch, if only to gauge their abilities. Especially some.
"Understood. I am His will made flesh," Transience replied respectfully.
We wonder if your loyalties are slipping.
"I have never-"
Zaun. You know what we speak of.
"I explained my reasoning. At any rate, it was a lapse of judgment. I will not fail again, especially at simple observation."
We found your reasoning woefully insufficient. At any rate, they are organizing. He may be displeased.
"I would not be concerned, leave that to me," Transience said gently.
They seek Icathia. The voices screamed, it hurt.
"They will not step foot on holy ground, I will not allow it. With your leave, I should depart."
Very well, no mistakes. And be cautious, if you cannot ensure the barrier's collapse, then let Him descend the other way.
And that was a difficult request. He made a note to pursue it later, and let his mind withdraw from the contact. He awoke with a headache, not unusual. He flexed his hand, at least his strength was returning. He could feel them growing impatient with time. At least there were others to stand with him. He opened a portal in mid air, he needed to find a way to get to the Red Tempest. All things aside, it should still be a fascinating tournament.
((Hope I wasn't too long winded.))