It was magnificent, all the attention to detail that the monks of the Citadel we're capable of. Ioder simply asked for a spire, with multiple balconies striping it's entirety. But the mystics that craft these remarkable arenas had so much more in mind. Ioder sat perched at the very point of the massive tower with his wings folded over his frame like a cloak of feathers. His oppenets we're due to arrive at any moment.This is a three way fight between myself, Shin, and Anethrium. There is a strict 48 posting window before the next character in rotation is allowed to skip whomever didn't post. The first person to respond will determine posting rotation.
The spire itself was jaw dropping in the fact that over each edge only white clouds could be seen below. The length of the tower was segmented in thirty feet increments by railed balconies large enough for an elephant to feel comfortable traversing. These flat walkways circled the tower and had four doorways leading only through to the opposite side of the catwalks. The sky's around we're calm, not so much a breeze on this sunny day.
Today's contest of might and magic was open to three competitors. One of which was the seraphim but the others remained a mystery. He let out a muted groan as he waited full of lackluster anticipation. It wasn't that he was without excitement, rather he was here on important business. Ioder was in search of strong allies, people with connections and ambitions like his own. He felt an emptiness since his resignation from the Tarot Hierarchy, which needed to be filled.
"Let the games begin," he said as he uncurled his wings and stood balancing on the tip of the spire. He was wearing traditional dueling attire covered by an ornate white cloak. His medium length blond locks we're pulled back in a small bun and his crystal eyes glistened in sun rays cast from above. He stayed still for a moment embracing the calm before closing his eyes and leaping forward.
Ioder plummeted downward for a few moments skipping three circular porches before extending his wings. He caught himself about mid way between the tip of the spire and the cloud barrier below. His momentum forced a swift bank before he landed on the central most balcony where he first teleported in at. This would be the most likely place the others would arrive at. It would be unsporting of him not to at least meet his competitors.