Dauntless, 6 King's Own Guardsmen arrive, following Rymarr.

Reese arrives at the proving guards while adorned in brown and pink leather. This is the game of rogues, so she tried to look like one and abandoned all her steel. A pink sword is secured to either hip. She has her helm off, revealing the pink ribbons in her golden locks. A happy smile is given to those gathered here.

Waldemai arrives, one of the larger hammers from his workshop slung over one shoulder.

All soldiering requires engineers and some of the King's Own were apparently multi-talented enough to put up a structure which now overshadows a relatively large swathe of the field where drills are usually held by the city's guardsmen; a wide, sturdy wooden platform holds up what is essentially a small tower built over it, going as far as twenty feet up in height. It's impossible to see just what's on the roof from down here but there is a flag flying up there at the very top proclaiming it to be the Crown's property.

These are not the entire modifications, though. The area directly surrounding the tower has been cleared from debris until the ground itself was bare then sand was laid on top of it, then fenced in so that once water was poured in everything turned into thick mud; making one's way through it will be slow, but it is also getting across to the tower itself is a dirty and undignified affair. On the plus side it also serves as a cushion if one was to fall from a height, mitigating part of the impact from crashing against the ground.

The walls themselves were turned slick and extremely slippery - it appears someone has spilled some sort of mixture which *smells* like fat grease but it's not all there is to it, so it's probably some secret concoction the Hundred have come up with - so although there are small rounded spikes peppered across the surface going up is challenging, and footing is easy to fail.

There are no doors on this structure, no windows, nothing to allow direct entry inside of the custom project yet if someone knocked on its surface they'd find it to be hollow. There is *something* inside.

Rainier is standing a few feet out and away from the mud - it wouldn't do to get his nice leaf-green cloak dirty, after all. "Ladies, Sirs, welcome to the first competition hosted by the Hundred." he hollers, perhaps too loudly, obviously unused to addressing crowds. The knight is wearing his formal uniform marked with the Crown and the downward-pointing blade but other than a slender sword sheathed across his back there is no other evidence he is here to do anything else than host the event. "I am Knight-Sergeant Rainier Ashford. Please take a seat if you are here to watch and relieve yourselves of your weapons if you are to participate; there shall be no fighting here today. Well..." he grins and clears his throat nervously. "... well, in that case step forward. Present yourselves, state your name and rank... and stretch. You will do well to warm up, trust me."


Alexander arrives, following Calliope.

Desiree has joined the Noble Seating.

Sparte shows up to the event on accident, having just finished up his training. He is still in all his metal and gear. Looking around a bit, he sort of just walks through on his way to go change into less, uh, guardy gear.

Alexander have been dismissed.

A game of rogues... well, it may have very well interested the real thing from surfacing, although Orathy wasn't dressed in leathers, a mere shirt and pants was all this man kept on himself. He did look like a commoner, because of it. And perhaps a little rough around the edges as if from the bowels of the Lowers himself, with a haggered beard and stringy hair. At least he didn't bring the Lowers shit smell up with him, as he had an odd scent of lingering ... perfume? Well, something that sweetened the nose.

"I am totally ready to be a rogue for the day." Reese announces. She peeks over to Orathy, giving him a grin. "You are a rogue everyday already.

Dominique comes along not to much later, looking a bit out of sorts. She rubs her temple to rid herself of her headache, but she made it. Drills and practice are important.

Calliope's arrival is a bit late, but she's there! Dressed practically, she lifts a hand to wave at Rainier from the stands, uncertain if he'll see her. Her guard is dismissed with a smile and a whispered word, but he doesn't go far, just over to the side, at ease, but not off duty. Her satchel is slung over her shoulder, and she peers around, looking for a seat.

Waldemai slings his hammer into his belt, and steps up. "I'm Waldemai Istaru," he announces. "I've got no rank, although a few hours in a forge can make you plenty rank." His short legs imply that he is not optimized for running or climbing or any of those things.

Eirene's never done anything like this before, so she's unsure if she should be participating. But what the hell, why not. The medic strips her longcoat and doublet, handing her sword to her guard with a grin. She twists her hanging braids into a solid mass of black and white hair and pins them securely in place. "Lady Eirene, Commanding Surgeon-in-Chief of House Malvici." Seems like a proper rank for her, clad in black leather trousers and belt and a silky white shirt - still noble despite the lack of fancy armoring.

Calliope has joined the Noble Seating.

Waldemai doffs his cloth cap in the direction of Lady Eirene.

Desiree comes to the event and makes her way to the seats to watch. She notices her sister and waves to her. "Good luck Dominique."

Orathy looks over at Reese with a toothy grin as he flashes her a grizzly sort of smirk, handing off his sword to who ever is collecting the things, stepping up to present himself because... well, the climbing rig looked interesting, "Orathy. N' is there be some sort of prize for this? Eh?" He completely doesn't list his house name or his rank, probably on purpose.

Tristram steps up and says, "Prince Tristram Valardin, commander of the Valardin heavy cavalry archers. I'm not so sure how well I'll do at -this- sort of assault, since, well, it lacks cavalry and archery, but I'm game for a bit of fun in the mud with Princess Reese." A wry grin.

"Title of the Bestest Rake Rogue in Compact. I think that is the prize." Reese says toward Orathy. She then looks over to Tristram, her cheeks warming with a pink hue.

Eirene tips her fingers to Waldemai in polite recognition of his doffing. She smirks at Reese and Orathy. "The prize is watching nobs make idiots out of themselves in public," says the medic with a waggle of her eyebrows.

Dominique waves up to her sister with a smile. She is distracted and turns back ot everyone introducing themselves. She must of missed something with her guard down.

Orathy spits aside a bit, "I'd like ta see you try fer real sometime, down in the Lowers were the walls are covered in grease from all the shit stains..." He steps back, with a glance up toward the building, flicking his look toward Eirene, snorting, "Doesn't f**kin feed a man now do it?"

Rainier allows the participants to gather and announce themselves as he simply paces the grounds in the mean time. Some of the faces here are already familiar to the man but others are new, and he's watching any newcomers with interest as do others of the King's Own scattered across the area watching those gathered already. It takes some time for everyone to begin but once he deems them ready he raises his voice again, testing the volume as if he's unfamiliar with the way vocal chords work and has to figure it out every time.

"Ah", coughs, drawing a fresh deeper breath this time since the last apparently wasn't enough, "ah, so the objective!" the bearded knight hollers, turning to look at the structure looming over the area. "There is a handkerchief locked inside this fine building. It cost ten silver marks to make. It is marked with our sigil, and the only way to get one of them is to earn it." He glances back toward the crowd as he flashes a quick grin. "Today men and women will risk life and limb to get this grand prize, so please let everyone who steps up know that they are doing it for honor's sake."

He stops again and points at the very top. "Your first objective is to get up there." he tells the participants. "This is a team effort. All of the tasks keeping you from the piece of gloth are team efforts today - save for the very last; only one hand will hold it first, and the hand which will shall own it for the rest of their days. If however you use direct violence to achieve it then we will be upset with you; sabotaging... that, though, that is fair game."

Once more he stops. "Please. If you have any questions now is the time to ask them."


The Lord Commander of the King's Own dismounts from the stallion, Dauntless, accompanied by a group of knights in the armor of the King's Own. Rymarr Lyonesse passes the distance between the recently dismounted riders and Rainier in long, powerful strides. While Rainier paces during the time that the introductions are made by each of the participants, Rymarr and the knights flanking him move to stand behind the area which Rainier paces. One hand moves to rest atop the dawnstone pommel of the blade at his right side, the other moves to rest beneath the obscuring folds of the heavy cloak of wolf fur which drapes over his frame. The typically stern expression that the man wears remains hidden away, the subtleties of it concealed by the helmet with the Y-shaped visor which he wears. For the moment the armored knight does not seek to interrupt or intrude on Knight-Sergeant Rainier's exercise, instead taking up a position to observe and take mental notes of the participants.

Calliope's hand lifts, and she calls our, "Knight Sergeant, who are the referees? If you have none, may I offer my services, because I fear I would lose life or limb trying to join in!" She's laughing as she says it, it's all in good fun, but seems to mean it. No obstacle course for her!

Eirene shrugs at Orathy. "Ten silver piece of pretty silk ain't shabby. But I'll toss in another ten hard coin for the winner because I'm such a fucking nice person," she says with a snort of amusement. The skinny medic looks to Waldemai, "Care to partner up?"

Sparte shows up breathless, dressed in a simple tunic, trousers, sandals and a colorful red bandana. He puts his hands on his knees, breathing for a few moments before continuing his approach. He must've changed outfits in a hurry to make it, and somehow slipped in a bath.

Reese lifts her delicate chin, smiling warmly toward Rymarr. "Lord Commander!" She calls out, before lowering her voice to a stage whisper. "We need to be really good now. He is a man we should impress." She murmurs way too loudly to Orathy.

Rainier smirks at Calliope. "The lady is our referee for today, since she volunteers!" he proclaims. "It is less work for me."

Tristram looks around, carefully, and picks his teem. "Reese, Sparte, with me? I'm thinking: I'll lay down my duster; Reese lays down her cloak, cover the mud that way. Move across the muddy surface then we'll climb."

Waldemai still has his cap in his hands, what with all the nobs around. He shoves it into his pouch. "Of course, Lady Surgeon in Chief," he says. "I bring a bit o' muscle to the proceedings." He looks around. "One more, perhaps?"

Walking with a smooth easy stride, Valencia makes her way down the cobblestones her storm grey silks swirling gracefully about legs light waves in her wake as she moves. Her expression is relaxed but there is a playful glint in her dark eyes as she scans crowd and takes a seat in the stands to watch the event with a curious and amused eye.

Reese moves over to Tristram, seemingly willing to join his team. "I will, but Sir Silas might not like that. I am sure it will be okay though." She says. Sparte is given one of her happy smiles. Reese is all cheerful about this game.

Orathy hears the prize and the bonus of Eirene's offer. His eyes snapping back to Reese, "Fuck impressin the sods. I'm here to drink merry tonight Ten silver do it fer me I figure..." And soon enough the Culler is lacking a group. Figures. He narrows his eyes and shakes his head, "Jus like it is in the real world eh.. "

Waldemai puts Simple Cloth Cap in Pouch.

Valencia has joined the Noble Seating.

Dominique raises her eyebrows, looking at the course. "I guess I'm a team of one then?" She is studying what she has to overcome. A little mud?

Reese's excited call results Rymarr's left hand lifting from beneath the cloak which he wears. Palm outward he acknowledges the call with an acknowledging lift of his hand. He does not call back or speak, instead remaining stoic as he ever seems to be within the midst of large crowds. Following the acknowledgement, Rymarr's hand again lowers to his side and his cloak falls over his left side. The helmet which he wears shifts one direction to the other; rebounding between the obstacle course and those gathered to participant.

Reese hmms softly. "How many are playing?"

Eirene offers a shrug. "Me and Wal could use more," she offers, nodding to the smithy as a few people mention no teams. She glances at Rymarr and rolls her eyes before looking at the remaining contestants. Clearly she too doesn't care about impressing anyone.

Waldemai looks over the others. "No one here I know, my lady." Not much help there.

Rainier goes right to the edge of the wet, thick mud and points at the tower. "When you are ready, then." he tells those getting ready and organized. "I shall count to three... and you are on. Remember, although violence is strictly prohibited sabotaging each other, or other teams, or betraying your *own* team is within the rules. I am not telling you to do so; we are not forbidding it either. Rogues play by their own rules, and so to assailants. Double-crossing takes place." He doesn't touch the dirty ground with as much as the tip of a polished boot but he grins at Rymarr once he spots his Lord Commander in the crowd.

"One." the knight yells. "Get in positions!"

"Two!" Remember to climb fast, but also that giving each other a hand could speed up your own progress later."

"Three! Go! Go!"

Orathy checked stamina + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 22, 2 higher than the difficulty.

"Orathy and the Marquessa could be a team, but it feels a bit unfair for us to have three." Reese says outloud as if trying to figure things out. She is trying to be really fair and honorable in a game of rogues! Reese looks confused. "I will be a team with someone who is alone. That would only be fair."

Waldemai says quickly, "Climb up my back, my lady. I should be able to hold you."

Dominique checked stamina + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 37, 17 higher than the difficulty.

"Fuck it..." He's going to show these little twerps how it's done. The big man from the Lowers charges ahead while everyone else may be left in the dust trying to plan it out. He's a team of one but he grouses to Dominique in passing, "WITH ME"

Reese checked stamina + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 36, 16 higher than the difficulty.

Tristram checked dexterity + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 28, 8 higher than the difficulty.

Eirene grabs her coat and throws it over her shoulder. Makeshift rope? The slim woman does as the smithy instructs, clamboring to his back to climb.

Waldemai checked strength against difficulty 20, resulting in 13, 7 lower than the difficulty.

Eirene checked dexterity + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 9, 11 lower than the difficulty.

Reese returns to team Tristram!

Sparte checked dexterity + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 51, 31 higher than the difficulty.

Calliope has left the Noble Seating.

Calliope has joined the Judges Desk.

Reese checked stamina + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 20, 0 higher than the difficulty.

Tristram throws his duster on the ground, and dances over it. He dextrously taps it once and then moves it so it's just underneath Sparte's and Reese's pathways, to help them across, and they get much farther than him!

Waldemai takes his place at the base of the pole and braces himself unsteadily for the lady to climb up. His footing doesn't look very stable.

Dominique checked stamina + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 30, 10 higher than the difficulty.

Calliope inclines her head, and moves over to the judge's table, watching the 'melee' with avid interest. A hand lifts to cover her mouth at some of the antics, but she just smiles for the moment, allowing any and all to go ahead.

Orathy checked stamina + stealth against difficulty 15, resulting in 39, 24 higher than the difficulty.

Orathy checked stamina + stealth against difficulty 20, resulting in 50, 30 higher than the difficulty.

Tristram says, "Sparte, help us up!"

Rymarr finally steps forward to stand at the right shoulder of Rainier. The helmet of the Lord Commander tilts forward and a quietly spoken statement is directed to the Sergeant. He lifts a hand to motion toward Orathy and then to Eirene, a casual gesture of his hand, before again the armored appendage shifts away beneath his cloak. When he's finished speaking, Rymarr leans back again. He does not offer in time for Rainier to respond before he turns away and begins to march back toward the horses at a ground-eating stride.

Sparte is still panting from having run here, and just sort of nods to Reese and Tristram. He has barely caught his breath when the call of needing to run. He does a running jump from there, getting lucky with his sandal footfalls. Up, up, and away he goes. It takes a second for him to realize others need up too. "Huh? Oh, right, sure." And down on his belly he goes, sticking out his hand.

Dominique gets down, getting ready. She doesn't care if anyone wants to team up or not but gets and offer. She smirks at Orathy. "You are on." She makes a break for it, using the newly created cloak and duster path to run on. She leaps up as high as she can.

Sparte checked stamina + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 26, 6 higher than the difficulty.

Tristram checked dexterity + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 38, 18 higher than the difficulty.

Reese darts forward and she scrambles up, eventually making it up.

Sneaks around the climbing rig, Orathy almost seems to disappear but he comes around the side of one of the other teams and starts to fiddle with things to make their climb a bit more difficult... Or whatever they are doing.

Eirene just shrugs at Wal. "Eh. I'm not used to climbing people," she offers with a grin. "Let's try this again, try shifting your weight to brace yourself better, then boost me up."

Eirene checked command + leadership against difficulty 20, resulting in 25, 5 higher than the difficulty.

Waldemai checked strength against difficulty 20, resulting in 22, 2 higher than the difficulty.

Orathy checked strength + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 42, 22 higher than the difficulty.

Waldemai follows orders like a boss. He wiggles his boots into the ground, giving him a better footing to let the lady climb up again.

Orathy moves to help his team mate with a huge pull up of his arms, before he makes it for a scramble upward.

Dominique checked strength + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 18, 2 lower than the difficulty.

Tristram watches as Reese gets pulled up by Sparte, and he himself tapdances up the greasy poles to get to the top of the tower!

Reese checked stamina + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 29, 9 higher than the difficulty.

Eirene grins at Wald. "Better, better. Try that other patch over there, that looks a bit more stable for footing -push me up; don't worry about grabbing my ass, it won't bite."

Eirene checked command + leadership against difficulty 20, resulting in 27, 7 higher than the difficulty.

Reese is pulled partly up by Sparte. She climbs a little further, but is still not there yet.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Valencia before departing.

Reese checked stamina + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 36, 16 higher than the difficulty.

Waldemai has rolled a critical success!
Waldemai checked dexterity against difficulty 20, resulting in 36, 16 higher than the difficulty.

Dominique is able ot get up pretty far but has a very helpful partner to get her up and over the wall. "Thanks, mate." She grins ear to ear.

Once back at the horses, the armored knights and Rymarr mount up, and make way from the proving grounds.

Dauntless, 6 King's Own Guardsmen leave, following Rymarr.

Reese makes it up! Partly thanks to Sparte helping to pull her.

Waldemai is slightly unfettered by the permission to touch a nobleperson of the female persuasion. With his feet firmly fixed he pushed the lady up.

Calliope stands up, and steps over towards Rainier, whispering to him briefly. It looks like she's apologetic, as she touches his arm lightly, smiling.

Calliope has left the Judges Desk.

Orathy immediately goes to block people.. and yells to Dominique, "GO!"

Eirene checked dexterity + ride against difficulty 20, resulting in 58, 38 higher than the difficulty.

For anyone who is already up at the top of the circular tower structure, a strange sight awaits those contestants: The entire roof's floor seems to be a very delicately balanced moving platform able to rotate up to thirty degrees against an axis running through its center, all the way to a shut red-painted door on the far side. The middle part is completely lathered in that accursed mixture of grease and oil, making it incredibly difficult to walk on; the *rest* of the platform though will tilt if any weight is placed upon it so that staying up becomes very tricky indeed - only this time sliding down might easily mean *falling* over to the mud beneath the tower.

Rainier looks up and hollers again, making his voice heard. "Your climbing skill got you up there, but now teamwork might get you the rest of the way!" he yells at the contestants. "You can try to go through the middle but it is very hard... and anyone can sabotage you. Not that you cannot trust the others!"

He waits for a few moments so he can clear his throat. "Or you can try doing it with a friend. If two people balance each other's weight maybe they can make it there... together."

Eirene's got no problem now, easily climbing up off Waldemai and turning around to offer her leather jacket as a default rope to help haul him up; bracing herself for part two. "Come on up, we can just shove people around up here."

Dominique checked strength + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 27, 7 higher than the difficulty.

Sparte continues assisting Reese until she is up, glancing over to Tristram.

Dominique checked strength + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 30, 10 higher than the difficulty.

Waldemai checked dexterity + survival against difficulty 20, resulting in 25, 5 higher than the difficulty.

Orathy checked strength + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 24, 4 higher than the difficulty.

Orathy is right behind Dominique, trying to help balance so she can make it across.

Waldemai grabs the leather jacket and starts climbing. He hangs on tight, as falling could be worth a broken leg, and then the Lady Surgeon will have to put him down.

Orathy checked stamina + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 31, 11 higher than the difficulty.

Eirene checked command + leadership against difficulty 20, resulting in 32, 12 higher than the difficulty.

Orathy struggles to keep this balanced, his partner's side tipping a bit more in her direction, but he grunts as he wobbles his arms to try and counter balance it.

Reese looks over to Trisram and Sparte. "So...you help Sparte Tristram and I follow along and try alone?"

Eirene eyes the grease-laden field. "Alright," she says, looking up to her partner. I'll take left, you take right. Walk closer to the center so your center of gravity stays closer and offsets my lighter body."

Orathy checked stamina + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 23, 3 higher than the difficulty.

Sparte shakes his head to Reese. "Nah, we had games like this at some of the farm fairs. Just... A lot more mud. Here, you both take my arms and we'll lock together at the elbows. I'll pivot in the center to help you two keep balance and we'll go it together."

Waldemai leaves the math to the lady Eirene, with whom he is teamed. He tries leaning either way, trying to keep the platform balanced.

Waldemai checked dexterity + survival against difficulty 20, resulting in 33, 13 higher than the difficulty.

Tristram nods to Sparte, and takes one arm, working to keep balance with the pair of his teammates!

Dominique checked strength + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 27, 7 higher than the difficulty.

Reese nods in response to Sparte. She then takes ahold of his arm, attempting to cross with her team of three.

Dominique smirks and grins absolutely giddy from competition. "Right!" She calls to her partner and makes a delicate run with balanced feet across. She is much lighter that Orathy, so she pauses on the axis and steadies her balance.

Sparte checked stamina + athletics against difficulty 13, resulting in 22, 9 higher than the difficulty.

Tristram checked dexterity + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 27, 7 higher than the difficulty.

Eirene checked dexterity + leadership against difficulty 20, resulting in 35, 15 higher than the difficulty.

Orathy checked stamina + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 32, 12 higher than the difficulty.

Reese checked strength + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 15, 5 lower than the difficulty.

Eirene balances alongside him, going 'Now. Now. Now' to guide their steps. Her arms held out for balance, she's almost graceful. She grins at Wald as they get closer to the goal.

Orathy successfully keeps his platform balanced enough so that Dominique can clear the obstacle.

Tristram, Reese and Sparte make their slow way across the tilting platform like a group of crazy drunk people. He says, "C'mon, we can do this! Have to work on our balance!"

Reese is not good at this. She is slipping around and seemingly about to fall. Maybe her team will help keep her upright.

Dominique makes it across and attempts to steady it on her side so Orathy can get across. "Come on. No man left behind."

Reese checked dexterity + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 34, 14 higher than the difficulty.

It is tricky going with three people who've never practiced this before. Sparte in the middle tries to assist Tristam and Reese, but they make practically no progress. "We're top heavy, damnit. Down on your knees. C'mon, we'll scooch to victory."

Sparte checked dexterity + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 37, 17 higher than the difficulty.

Waldemai's bandy legs might be designed for such a thing, since they keep his bulky relatively low. That doesn't mean he's not likely to fall off at any time.

Tristram checked dexterity + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 34, 14 higher than the difficulty.

Orathy checked dexterity + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 21, 1 higher than the difficulty.

As contestants begin to approach the red door they will notice it's probably locked; there's a simple mechanism but you'd need some sort of wire or metal to try and wedge through in order to force it. The pressure is on though because there are others on the way from behind and what Rainier called 'sabotage' earlier might easily happen while someone's just standing there trying a task that requires focus and precision on top of balance and social pressure. It probably doesn't help that, somewhere beneath the tower, the knight is yelling, "You can do this! But remember, only one hand gets to clasp the handkerchief!"

Sparte's words seemed to help encourage Reese. She also got a bit smarter and tried to focus on using her agility rather than her strength. With the help of her team she makes it over without falling into the mud.

A little wobble, a little shakiness, but Orathy is trying to get toward the other side of the platform, eyes widening a bit as he doesn't want to fall now.

Dominique snickers at Orathy's scared face. "It's just 'o' bit of mud, if ye fall." She snickers and is in front of the door. "Lock pick it or kick it down?" She asks her partner in the quick.

The blacksmith and the medic across, Eirene eyes the door and kneels to take a better look at it. "Smash the fucker in? I'm no locksmith," she says with an amused snort."

Eirene checked perception + investigation against difficulty 20, resulting in 36, 16 higher than the difficulty.

Waldemai looks at the door. "Got my hammer right here," he says, grinning. This is work for a smith, all right.

Eirene whispers something to the smithy, grinning impishly. Her blue eyes dance.

Waldemai checked strength + smithing against difficulty 20, resulting in 45, 25 higher than the difficulty.

Orathy looks toward Dominique as he makes it aross, he regards the door with a grunt, "Reckon there may be another way in. Ain't always as simple as a door. But, let me try to unlock it first aye? Less you know better?" He looks for some material to attempt it with.

Dominique shrugs. "A key and hammer may work, What'cha got?" She asks keeping her self near the door. Looking back and wondering if she could send someone on a mud bath.

Orathy checked dexterity + streetwise against difficulty 20, resulting in 30, 10 higher than the difficulty.

Sparte checked dexterity + huge wpn against difficulty 20, resulting in 35, 15 higher than the difficulty.

Reese reaches for one side of Tristram with the intention of helping Sparte use their friend as a battering ram! She isn't providing much help, but she seems to be really trying.

Sparte pulls in Reese and Tristram to talk with them quietly about a plan. The enthusiasm from Tristram surprises Sparte, but they go forward with the plan quickly. "Make room! Heave, HO!" Oh lord what are they doing to that lord.

Eirene mutters, "I hope that's a flimsy door or he may just shatter his shins..." The doctor rolls her eyes as she backs away.

Orathy growls at the pressure of everyone trying to scrabble for the door, "BACK OFF would ya?! I almost got the fing lock picked ya bunch of ..." And then he sees the human battering ram? Really. He grunts and dodges out of the way.

Waldemai puts his hammer across his his shoulders after whacking the heck out of the door. "It's not every day you see someone get his head stove in," he observes. "I hope you can put him back together, my lady."

Reese looks toward the doctor with concern, seemingly worried that they might hurt Tristram! "I don't know if this is a good idea. Crippling Tristram really isn't worth ten silver. It might be worth winning though, but probably not." She says, seemingly very tentative about the Tristram battering ram plan now.

Sparte looks to Tristram, giving him a grin. "If you break a leg we'll spend the silver on a new one, the docs are plenty reasonable in the lower ward. Again?"

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Valencia before departing.

"You break something, I am -not- fixing it, you fucking morons," Eirene says crabbily, arms folded over her chest.

Orathy checked stamina + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 38, 18 higher than the difficulty.

Dominique checked dexterity + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 30, 10 higher than the difficulty.

Reese looks toward the doctor and her blue eye widen. "We can't this. He won't be fixed! We will have a broken prince." she says, dropping her slender arms way from Tristram. Her team is in her own if they are going to continue!

Orathy growls at the stupidity and decides to use the distraction as a means to climb up and over the door. He looks back at Dominique providing distraction and grins as he goes to thump around on the roof, looking for a way in.

Dominique yells as waves her arms like she is going to fall off. "WOAH!" SHe pitches forward and grabs one of the lads by the pants and tugs it down.

Orathy checked strength + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 22, 2 higher than the difficulty.

Against all odds Orathy manages to find another way in there - instead of trying the door he climbs on top of the roof *over* it, and smashes it until it gives way and starts to collapse!

Eirene calls out, "THAT GOES FOR YOU TOO," to Orathy.

Big hulking form? Slamming his foot against the ceiling of the locked room? Hulk smash! Boot kick. Looking for some weakness! Orathy hollars out in surprise as the ceiling breaks in underneath him in a pile of dust... and limbs and ... swoosh!

Eirene checked strength + brawl against difficulty 20, resulting in 11, 9 lower than the difficulty.

Eirene tries to push the door in. Nope. She's a lightweight and it doesn't even budge.

Reese isn't doing battering ram Tristram any longer, but she will try to at the door and smash!

There is a steep drop after the red door - or its ceiling - collapse. There is no mud down there, only sand, which means any fall will be quite painful and quite possibly enough to snap someone's leg if they drop the wrong way. However there *are* ropes here; sure, they're covered in a very thin layer of that damnable oil mix so that climbing down in a more orthodox way is possible if unstable, but it's definitely *doable*. And at the very bottom is a training dummy on the wooden 'arm' of which someone has tied a white handkerchief waiting for what Rainier called 'the first hand that takes it'.

Sparte isn't big enough to be flinging Tristram around on his own even if he wanted to, so sets the other man down to watch the rest of the mob attack the door. He glances back to Reese with a shrug.

Sparte checked dexterity + dodge against difficulty 20, resulting in 39, 19 higher than the difficulty.

"SHiiiiiiittttttttttttttttte...." Is what everyone gets to hear from the other side of the Red door, as the man's voice seems to DROP away. Orathy attempts to grab hold of the ropes, but they slip through his fingers, because of all that grease...

Waldemai is too busy chortling to whack anything with his hammer.

Eirene's wearing a 'told you so' look as she folds her arms over her chest, backing away and letting everyone else fight over the door and internal scenario. What does she need with ten silver anyhow?

Dominique checked dexterity + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 34, 14 higher than the difficulty.

Sparte does a sidestep at the grab for his pants like this has happened before. Why has this happened before? Taking a step back, he lets out what should be a blood curdling battle cry.

It is about two octaves too high, and sounds like a scared kid running away. Moving forward, he throws himself at the door using the one weapon he has left - himself. Cannoball!

Orathy lands in the sand with a hard THUMP of a body colliding with the ground. The solid sound is also met with a painful GROWL as something breaks, like a thick old stick. It's likely his forearm as he lands on it in his attempts to save himself from the ungraceful faceplant rope tangling fall... "FUCK..." he cruses and rolls around... trying to get up on his feet. This is worth 10 silver to him... apparently.

Dominique checked dexterity + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 20, 0 higher than the difficulty.

Sparte checked dexterity + athletics against difficulty 20, resulting in 31, 11 higher than the difficulty.

Dominique attempts the climb but can't make it do to the door frame shaking. She stops to let them pass. Maybe they will all break an ankle. She waits

Evaine moves to the very edge of the seating, not taking a bench for herself but standing with her hands upon the bannister spread wide like a queen surveying the kingdom. "My, my." She declares, watching one participant smash himself into a door, and another fall quite badly.

Sparte checked stamina + survival against difficulty 20, resulting in 20, 0 higher than the difficulty.

Sparte busts through the door like ye olde sugared beverage man, taking a chunk of the door with him. He gets up to his feet in a bit of a daze, shaking the dust from his ears as he stumbles over into a wall and decides that, yes, the wall can be his new teammate. They support him. "It's open! I think!"

Valencia winces as yet another combatant goes down. The sound of Orathy's' arm splintering causing the little princess to pale, but not turn from the scene.

There was a little silver bell attached to the dummy which rings, and that is what Rainier was waiting for while safely waiting along with the other members of the audience before he grins and stands up straight. "It seems like we have a winner!" the knight proclaims, having no idea yet who it is. But the King's Own are already mobilizing, throwing a rope ladder up on the tower so anyone up there can easily make their way down; a burly square-shouldered member of the guard takes an axe to the outside of it as well, chopping down a door right *into* the structure so anyone already inside can get out without having to climb back up.

"Honor and glory are yours. Please step out and show us your trophy." All *he* knows is that someone probably cracked...something in their own body, but not who or how.

"Aww," Evaine complains to no one in particular. "Where are the rogues?"

Orathy checked composure against difficulty 15, resulting in 10, 5 lower than the difficulty.

Dominique climbs down slowly. She circles around to her broken partner to congratulate.. and possible call a Mercy or two.

Orathy's arm is at an odd angle. He'll likely need those ten silver to afford a good doctor now... But he looks up at the climbing rig and then down at the dummy holding the handkerchief... He'll grab it with his teeth, thank you very much, while there's blood and some bone showing through his ripped and dirtied shirt. He starts to wobble though, because his head was throbbing as it smacked the sand pile and his arm was twisted and broke... Someone's seeing stars as the adrenaline wears off.

Eirene checked perception + medicine against difficulty 20, resulting in 43, 23 higher than the difficulty.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Evaine before departing.

Waldemai suggests, "Rub some dirt on it."

Eirene's able to see just how bad Orathy is as he manages to get down to the ground. "Shit, you fucking dumbass. An open fracture is a bitch. Someone get him over to the House of Solace so they can bind that and pop his arm back into place, please?" She calls out from her place on the higher levels.

Tristram looks at the Culler who's apparently run the scarf and just shakes his head, heading down the tower and to the ground. "To the baths, Princess Reese, Sparte? I feel the need to bathe."

Valencia rises from her seat, her expression concerned as she watches the medics seeing the bloody mess that is Orathy's arm. She shakes her head, her lips pressed firmly together

"... We might need a physician for our ah, our winner." Rainier claims, looking about to see if someone - perhaps Eirene - is able to patch what's left of him back together once he emerges from the tower, more bruise and wound than man. "But it shows what determination can do against steep odds... or a bit of ingenuity." He pokes his head in through the axe-made passage to glance upstairs, then back at Orathy with an appreciative look on his face seeing how the other man managed to not simply survive the drop but got to stand on his feet - more or less - and emerge victorious. "Let us put our hands together now, please." he asks the audience. "... But perhaps after we know this one has not sustained terminal wounds."

Gibson bursts into applause without even finding out what it is for first, but at what sounds like from violence. The sellsword claps great enthusiasm, particularly when he sees the hurt.

Evaine is the opposite of concerned. She leans casually into the railing over the field and tuts at the lack of roguery. Or perhaps the compound fracture. One of those. Her icy gaze slides sideways to find the source of the violent applause. "Oh, and now it's you."

Tristram claps. Twice. Then he heads to the Grotto.

Dominique winces at seeing the bone sticking out. She oos. She at least helps the man up. "Come on let's get you to someone who can fix that mess."

Rainier goes near the winner but he doesn't seem about to clap him on the back - the other fellow seems frail, and he has enough problems as it is. "Milord, our own physicians are at your disposal if you need care. And I think you need care." he advises him. "If you can hear me, the Knights will lead you to them for an examination unless one of us here is a friend who can lead you to a different location instead. But once you are well again please come find me; I would like to shake your hand when I am not too worried it will detach from the rest of you."

Sparte makes his way away from the competition still removing splinters. He had fun, from the looks of it. "That was different. Needs a pig next time though, maybe a rope ladder."

Eirene makes her way down off the tower carefully, keeping her promise of ten silver which is to be given to the man when his arm isn't broken and bleeding. She also keeps her promise of -not- tending to the wound herself. "He'll need to have the bone put back in place and then the wound closed and watched to ensure it doesn't fester, so likely no use of the arm til spring," she tells Rainier with a dry shrug.

Reese cheers for the winners. She seems concerned that Orathy is hurt, but the doctor is here! A smile is given over to Eirene. She seems to have faith that Eirene can handle his injuries.

Desiree has left the Noble Seating.

2 House Wyrmguard Guards leaves, following Desiree.

Gravity works, apparently in this case! Orathy's win can be a combination of stupidity, sheer luck, or his dead fall weight. That he managed to survive the fall was one thing, but if he can survive what comes for him next makes his mouth curl as he wobbles a bit, looking toward Eirene, mouth going a tad wider as his teeth keep the fabric of the handerchief fluttering in front of him. He looks down at his arm and totally would say tis but a scratch, if it wasn't so ... welll, serious. Be it that Dominique comes to offer him a way to find to fix things. He snaps the handkerchief out of his mouth and he regards Rainier with a steady gaze, "Aye aye... Jus let me have some whiskey, eh? Lot of it too..!"

Waldemai puts his hammer away and scrambles back down. Getting down is easier than climbing up for some reason...

Carissa, a Malvici bodyguard have been dismissed.

Gibson casually swaggers up alongside of Evaine, the sellsword smiling in a careless way as he gestures out over the field, "You understated the roguishness. This feels rogue-y. Someone's badly injured! That's definitely rogue-worthy."

Reese looks toward Eirene and then to Orathy. She seems concerned, but other healing was offered. "Okay, baths."She adds, looking upon Tristram and Sparte. She gives them a smile.