High Guard Cliffton

"High Guard Cliffton!!!" The announcer shouts as the crowd erupts.

This man is your definition of a knight. Head to Toe in solid steel armor. Wielding a fairly large kite shield in his left hand and about a 5 foot long Halberd in the other. He isn't raising his hands trying to get attention from the crowd. He just walks up to his spot, kneels down facing who must be his King? Or Lord? I dunno. He stays kneeling for about 10 seconds before standing back up, still facing toward the four. He brings his halberd over his chest and straightens his stance out. Not moving a muscle, as still as a statue.

"Ever so honorable!" the announcer shouts

High Keep Tenor was a neutral party. They were an honorable nation and would stay out of most wars. At least this is what you learned from Karisi during your stay in the inner city. Most other cities respected that nation and if the whole nation was anything like this high guard, you could see why.

"Wooo woo woooo!!!" the crowd shouts down. The three of you standing in a line, facing your leaders, facing the announcer, waiting for the four finalist.

After a few minutes, the crowd starts to die down.

"High Guard Cliffton, Fighting for honor and glory for High Keep Tenor" The announcer says "Congratulations! The Grand Tournament of Nillix awaits you!"

More cheers erupt toward the High Guard.

"Well well well!" The announcer begins "And now, onto our last finalist!" The crowd starts stomping their feet all around the arena, building up rumbling through out. "You all know who it is!" he toys around with the crowd. "Fighting for King Rathkin himself!" he starts "The winner of last years Grand Tournament of Nillix. Our savior of Rathkin, the man, the myth, the legend! Please, make some noise. Our fourth, and final competitor..."