Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150409160545/@comment-24736819-20150414032023

(Is it morning at the Capital yet, Harry?)

The night hunts were a brutal sport and a tradition for the sailors of Farrun, which would test them to their very edge.

"3...2...1...GO!", the judge of that day gave the sign and Dormund was the first to jump into the inhumanly cold water, followed by Kalnahzoor and then Loktar, who finished his bottle of orcish mead first.

The heavily starry night sky illuminated the contestants well enough for the Queen and the other viewers to have a clear sight of what was happening, Kalnahzoor took the lead moments after and Loktar was right behind him, leaving the kid behind.

"Not so talkative now, uh boy?", Loktar mocked when he passed by Dormund's side. It enraged the young Prince, but it also gave him a new found strength to swim so he didn't fall behind.

They were getting near the Nest and therefore, near dangerous waters. Allera was both proud and scared for her son, almost letting out a encouraging cheer...Luckily she remembered that she wasn't supposed to be noticed by the others, so she kept the cheer to herself.