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[b][h3]IRIS RECORD[/h3][/b]

As the sun slowly retreated over the hills, tension filled the air around the campus. It wasn't known to the common rabble within the halls of the academy or the streets of the town, but a breaking point between opposites was to be reached tonight. A declaration that couldn't be revoked, an oath to the safety of the people, or simply personal grudges from two who had gotten along so poorly in such a short bracket of time? Regardless of the reasons of those who now resolved themselves to this battle, there was no fleeing from it. A cool wind blew through the plains around Wingram, bringing relief from a long and warm March day, and with it, the sobering chill of bloodshed for those who knew what was to happen.

As the clock struck 5:45 PM, the participants and any who wished to view the duel would be allowed entry in single file through the doors of the Iris Record. The two guards at the front would each bear tense faces, concerned that a dispute between students had already escalated to the extent that the arena would be required. Despite these reservations, they allowed the competitors through all the same, guided towards waiting rooms by Principal Raja herself; while a separate individual would guide the spectators to their seating around the arena. These spectators would be the first to see the arena itself, which was for its part, a rather unremarkable grey square roughly forty meters in length and width. Spotlights beamed on it from above, and a brown-cloaked man was near its center, sweeping away dust with his broom in the final minutes before the confrontation. Among the seated spectators was Valen Leuvalt, who leaned back in a corner chair - a few of his entourage on either side of him muttering amongst themselves. He looked down at the arena with disdain plain as day on his face, with the slightest glimmer, perhaps, of curiosity intermingled. Various guards also wandered and hovered near the entrances, keeping their eyes out for spectators not normally allowed entrance to this place, all in the hopes of preventing them from wandering anywhere unrelated to the arena itself.

The waiting rooms for the two competitors were separate small lounge areas on opposite sides of the arena that contained various refreshments of food and drink to enjoy with the ten minutes they were provided to prepare themselves. There was also a guard posted to each of their rooms just outside, to ensure they didn't wander into places unauthorized. Each of the two competitors, finally, would have been emailed a small poll with a single question, asking them if they preferred the company of calming woods or damp caverns in times of conflict.

All was set, and the competitors and spectators alike need only make their final preparations and await the beginning of Wingram's first duel.