Welcome to the Colosseum (Tournament Signups)

[Black Mage]

Camelot was a place teeming with life, people, and activity. Far different than the Endless Dunes he'd traveled in just a few days ago, or the pale white Nexus he'd trekked between the two. True to the desert man or moogles word there was a Tournament of Primes to be held at a great Colosseum, with entries and advertisements from the gate into Camelot, to the signs on the side of the road, to posters and woodcuts adorned throughout the towns. He had asked around about where the best fighters were, but most all of them had already entered and were in waiting. He didn't wish to fight so soon, but if it could find him some allies, or at least some more of this "omlinium", it would have made the trip worth it.

"I'd like to enter the Tournament." The Black Mage spoke as he arrived at the sign-ups.

"Thank god." The clerk said. "We almost thought we'd have to have a three-way fight with the way the brackets were ending up." The Clerk said, excitedly getting a piece of paper and a quill pen. "Can I get you to sign your name here?" She said, and the Black Mage frowned, before seeing another contestant was written down as The Bandit With No Name. Taking the pen he scribbled down his own name before the Clerk escorted him to the waiting area.

Following wild dreams and disappearing desert men into life-or-death gladiator tournaments. If only Fighter could see him now.