Kit, the grey fox, Primus, First of Monique's Assistants, 1 Greenmarch Guard, Tertius, Third of Monique's Assistants arrive, following Monique.


The paths that lead to the Clearlake Festival Grounds are lined with torches that are there to lead people to where there is seating and where the ring has been set up for those who are going to be testing their skills. No armor or weapon restrictions have been brought up. Baroness Acantha is standing at the entrance to the fighting ring and there is her ever present shadow, Benny, at her side. Her co-host doesn't appear to be here yet, but he should be along shortly.

The fighting ring is surrounded with torches that are standing in large iron holders. It's a beautiful night to be testing ones strengths against others.

"If you are hear to partake in the challenge for small weapons, please come and see me so that we can get you paired with another who is fighting. You can only fight in one category this evening." she announces.


Behtuk arrives with sweetmeats in a basket. He is here to watch, not fight. Maybe, just maybe, he'll drum up some business.

Monique has joined the line.

Mirk has joined the by the midnight black cala lily.

Bree's excitement for a good tournament is clear in the bounce of her step, each cheerful movement sending her armor clanging like announcing bells. The torches earn her quick admiration, blue eyes wide as she is quite literally drawn to the flame of one. She lifts a hand as if she might touch, but no. Just a moment's appraisal before she's back on course for the fighting ring. She glances about, and spying her brother, moves to join him.

"Goodness, but this all seems a bit dangerous," says Niklas all too cheerily as he and Sabella and their retinue wander up the path toward the torchlight tourney's grounds. "One hope that in the darkness of the night nobody accidentally lops anybody else's head off. After all, we wouldn't be able to see it!" Niklas has himself a sip of something from a flask, then adds, "But I jest, of course. I'm not here to see any beheadings. Though a few mild stabbings wouldn't go amiss." Taking Sabella's arm, he directs her toward some seats. "I'd rather hoped there would be food. Or some souvenir mugs."

Delia has joined the line.

Brannen has joined the near the wooden scarecrow.

Bree has joined the near the wooden scarecrow.

Mirk is a little early, settled in somewhere out of the way to watch the tournament unfold, with a bottle of whiskey in hand. "Good luck on your tournament," he calls out to Acantha. "I'll refrain from participating so that no one loses an eye when a weapon goes flying from my cold, dead hands." He smirks a little, at that, and eyes the competitors with interest.

"It's rather romantic, isn't it? The fire, I mean, it will probably get less romantic when people start stabbing each other," Sabella says with a dreamy smile, walking along with Nik to find a place to sit with a good view, "It's such an interesting idea isn't it? Fighting by firelight! It's certainly something I've never seen before."

Bhandn's grey eyes have an edge of interest, as he moves along that torchlit pathway to the grounds. His attention is all upon the fighting ring, but his curiousity is quiet. He'll offer Dame Bree a deep nod from afar when he catches sight of her, but the most part he'll be waiting it out by that scarecrow, giving it a once-over as he settles in for the small weapons competition.

Brannen is standing over near Bhandn and Waldemai, where it is SAFE. That's when Bree spots him. There's a little something different about Brannen this eve, as if he has tried to soften his appearance a bit, be more...amiable, probably under orders.

Small weapons are not the call of the day, it seems! Delia watches the line with interest from near the entrance to the grounds. Pulls at her hairpins. Looks thoughtfully at Acantha. Finally she marches up to the hostess. "Lady Halfshav, I would like to enter my name," she says in all her fine silks and soft, uncaloused hands. "For the smallw eapons."

Merek makes a way into the festival grounds while he looks about in curiosity, shifting his gaze to people and looking to find a place to settle in also.

3 Thrax Guards arrives, following Raimon.

Striding towards the grounds, Dorian's entrance is perhaps spoiled somewhat by the clanking, clinking bag he carries - bulky, armour perhaps. He's dressed in mostly silk for the moment though, a rapier - hardly a soldier's weapon - slung by his side.

Sabella has joined the an arbor with climbing red roses and green bushes.

Behtuk stuffs his face with a raisined twist. As he hears Niklas' complaint about a lack of food he looks down at his basket and without hesitation, changes course to intercept the couple. He holds up the basket, which includes a variety of tarts, pastries and other sweets collected from a bakery in town. He attests to the integrity of his offer by slowly chewing one of the basket's previous occupants.


There are tables of food that are set up, finger foods and beverages. There is lots of whiskey.

Waldemai helps himself to whiskey. There is now less of it than there was before.

Monique arrives looking much as she always does; a shining jewel, picked out sharply by the torchlight, and just in time to see Delia approach Acantha. The Minx allows a smile to trace across her carmine lips as she sweeps up behind her beautiful protege. "Make that two, Baroness Clearlake. What a wonderful event you've arranged tonight. I've only fought by torchlight when being attacked." She turns to Delia, her grin wicked. "Sweetest Whisper. I'm looking forward to seeing your skill with a blade, and if it matches your exceptional skill in all other areas."

Niklas has joined the an arbor with climbing red roses and green bushes.

"It does not," Delia assures Monique in an undertone, but not without a smile and a bow for the lady. "But Honor has been showing me some things." She points to the tiny bodyguard with her huge peacebonded glaive, which is definitely not a small weapon. "But trying new things is the essence of life, isn't it?"

Raimon marches onto the Festival grounds, his head moving around curiously. He is already outfitted in armor, with a large Halberd resting against his shoulder. He scowls slightly before moving to find someplace out of the way to stand.

Behtuk has joined the an arbor with climbing red roses and green bushes.


Acantha gives a nod to Delia, writing in her name, "Alright, thank you." she tells her with a smile. Then there's a look to others as they arrive and she catches a few of the words, but doesn't react to them. "Lady Greenmarch and Whisper Delia, it would appear that no one else is going to be testing their skills this evening with the small blades, so if you would like to go ahead." she nods to the ring of torches.

"We have Lady Monique Greenmarch and Whisper Delia who will be competeing for the small weapons grand prize this evening." she announces.


The line has been dismissed by Acantha.

"Why thank you, my good man." Niklas may be a prince of the richest house in the land, but he's still perfectly happy taking free food from the baskets of the common man. He peruses the offerings and takes one or two pastries until Sabella wisely nudges him that perhaps he's had enough of the man's offerings. When he looks up he sees the festival-provided additions. "Ah, first pastries and then all of that later. Dare I hope for roast turnips? Radish-stuffed quail? Grape leaves and olives? Cheese tarts with vinegar reduction?" As he continues a litany of potential menu items he follows Sabella to the arbor.

Waldemai cheers the contestants. "Let's have a good clean fight," he shouts.

Behtuk follows and sits lower on the arbor than the Grayson pair, he is here to observe, not participate. And eat. He is also here to eat. But not grape leaves. Ew.

"How sweet of a gesture!" Sabella gives Behtuk a warm smile but doesn't actually take anything from the basket, instead waiting for Niklas to choose and then taking one from him, "I don't think we've met! I am Princess Sabella Grayson, this is my husband, Prince Niklas Grayson although you may know him better as the Playwright!"

Monique fixes Delia with a look, and then a look to Honor behind her. And then back. There's a momentary indecision, something subtle in her gaze, before she steps back and essays a curtsey to their host. "Wonderful, Baroness. We shall endeavor to give you a show worthy of this fine event. Shall we, Sweetest Whisper?" she gestures Delia to precede her to the torchlit ring. "Daggers or hairpins, Whisper's Choice."

Delia looks back, her smile never wavering, but there's a look in her eye that suggests she understands she is here to put on a show, and doesn't at all expect to win. "Daggers, if you would. I think I need all the advantage I can get." This said, she courtsies to Monique, winks, and steps into the ring.

Delia checked dexterity + small wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 10 lower.

Delia checked dexterity + small wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 9 lower.

Delia checked dexterity + small wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 12 higher. Delia rolled a critical!

Monique checked dexterity + small wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 34 higher.

Monique checked dexterity + small wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 52 higher.

Monique checked dexterity + small wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 8 lower.


Lord Vano Rivenshari is doing the juding for scoring, so he keeps his eye on the two ladies that go into the ring.

Monique sweeps a courteous bow back to Delia, brandishing a steel dagger set with flaming stars across a darkened blade. "As you wish, Sweetest Whisper. I warn you, I shan't go easy on you." And when the bout is called to start, the Minx is as good as her word, slipping inside the Whisper's guard with the ease of heated steel, poking and prodding. Almost playing with the beautiful Delia. Her blade is a whirl and her steps are easy when pressed back by Delia. "Come, Delia. Crosswise. Shift your grasp, widen your stance. Eyes on my hand and not on the blade. Try it with shorter jabs, you've got immaculate balance." She turns slightly with the movement of showmanship, her foot catching a rock. It must have been a rock. It sets her entirely off balance, unprepared. Her eyes catch on Delia a moment too late.

Loitering to the side to watch, Dorian opts to cheer one or the other of the contestants on. It may, perhaps, not be wholly clear which, being that what he opts for is: "Yeah! The red-haired one has got this, hands-down! Look at that speed!"

Raimon plants his Halberd on the ground and crosses his arms over his chest. His eyes move between both competitors, watching them as they work.

"They're both red-heads!" A man in the crowd calls.

Since hairpins don't do that much damage unless there's an intent to kill involved, Delia doesn't have to worry about that much. She does worry about cutting Monique with her own weapons, and between that and the Minx's fleet feet, she looks like a child facing off against a knight. Not to say she isn't dexterous - she is, moving with the grace of a dancer. Just not the knife skills she needs. She can be seen attempting to listen to Monique's commentary, shifting her balance, her grip on the knife, her gaze. But one of their skills is much better than the other, and its obviously Monique.

She's quick on the draw, though. As soon as Monique loses her balance, Delia leaps forward with her daggerpoint forward, and she knocks Monique off her feet, ending up with both of them on the ground and the dagger at Monique's throat. She looks up at the crowd, entirely baffled, and then quickly scrambles backwards and to her feet, offering Monique her own hand up. She beams like someone who has just got the surprise of her life.

Bree has left the near the wooden scarecrow.

Sabella whistles and calls out, "Nice work, Whisper Delia!" Then says something else to the people around her.

Laughing at the response from the voice in the crowd, Dorian otherwise turns his attention to the melee once more. "Hey, here, was the rock signed up for this one too?" The question's not posed to anyone in particular, and he gives another cheer once Delia's back to her feet.

Ashe, the studious Stormward paralegal arrives, delivering a message to Niklas before departing.

Waldemai cheer for the victor as well. "All hail the Whisper! Well fought!"

Monique is overheard praising Delia.


"Lady Monique Greenmarch is our winner for the small weapons. And she has a very lovely prize to collect." Acantha announces with a smile. "Meanwhile, will those that are here for the medium weapons please approach." she calls.


Bhandn has joined the line.

Dorian has joined the line.

Merek has joined the line.

"Well, it's not usual for me not to be the redhead on top," Monique quips to Delia with wicked smile, despite the blade pressed to her neck. "Well done, Delia Whisper! The Sweetest Whisper with the sharpest edge! I really think the prize ought to be yours. Why don't you go and collect it, if the stunning hostess won't mind if I yield to you?" That, Monique offers in Baroness Acantha's direction.

Brannen has joined the line.

Delia leans down to pick up the aforementioned rock, holding it up. "I hope such things are always available when I find myself getting into a fight," she says, laughing. "Otherwise you certainly would have been the topmost. It was clearly your victory, but for the terrain."

Brannen pats Waldemai on the shoulder and chuckles "It was...the Lady Greenmarch...I think I owe her a drink for the coin she's earned me. Ahh..this is my weapon size...let me get down there. Some sister of mine said I ought to participate more."

Bhandn wastes no time answering the hostess's call when it comes time for the medium sized weapon exhibition. He'll offer Acantha a bow as he approaches, before turning his head to see who else is here for the same thing. At seeing Sir Brannen, however, he calls out over to the younger man, saying, "I'm old, be gentle," aiming for a droll tone of voice just to make it clear he's joking.

Dorian budges himself from where he had been spectating and moves closer to the torchlight combat area. Then, vindicating his prediction, he declares, "The redhead won."

Merek makes for the line with his cloak on, shifting about, hood up while he does so as well. He looks to the other competitors with curiosity as he seems to think about it also.

Sabella laughs at Dorian's summation, "No one can say that you're wrong good sir! But look, there are definitely more fighters for this one, should be an interesting few matches."

Industriously brushing herself off, Delia steps out of the ring, waving cheerfully at Dorian as she strolls by. "You are a prophet!" she calls to him. "Next time I want to know the future, I will certainly call on you."


Acantha gives a smile to Monique when she exits the fighting circle and slips out the karambit that is made from diamondplate, "For you, Lady Greenmarch. May it serve you well." she tells her. Then she's giving a look to the line and there's a smile, "Sir Bhand and Sir Dorian will be our first pair, then the winner of that will face the winner of Sir Merek and Sir Brannen's fight after that." she announces. "Sir Bhand and Sir Dorian, to the ring please!" she gives a smile to them.


Back to Sabella, Dorian says, with a gesture to Bhandn, "We're not getting fortuitous hair colours this time out! I'd say the blond, but if it's not me, I'm going to put my money on this fellow, because anyone doing that job that long has to be hard as nails!" He does seem to mean it earnestly. A grin for Delia follows. "I see diamondplate in your future."

Delia is overheard praising Monique: A fighter, but more importantly, a very good sport when faced with a hopeless beginner.

Monique steps off the ring to make room for the larger weapons, accompanying Delia amongst the torchlight, pausing to collect the prize from Acantha with a deep curtsey. "It's incredible, Baroness Clearlake. Reflective of this event and of its hostess. My deepest thanks." She steps back to find Delia and moments later, her hands are empty. "Now, I believe I heard someone say something about a free drink I was owed?"

Dorian does get about plucking a mail hauberk from his bag to drop down over his head, though he leaves a lot of heavier armour still in it, by the looks of it. No expectation of being beaten to death, then. He sketches a quick bow to Acantha then moves out into the cleared area. "Just Dorian, my lady."

Dorian checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 27 higher.

Brannen has left the near the wooden scarecrow.

Dorian checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 37 higher.

Dorian checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 32 higher.

Brannen nods to Monique. "I owe you one, or five, depending on how you like to drink." He offers, and if that's an option at this event, he will pay up for the drinks right now! But, he does appear to be in the prep area to fight.

"The problem with being a nail, sir, is that they tend to attract hammers. I've lost count of how many times I've been smacked this past month." He's unstrapping the two scabbards on his back as he talks, taking out Vigil in a fairly smooth motion and leaving the other on the ground before positioning himself so he can keep it in sight. Then, he'll offer Dorian a courtesy bow, after which he sets himself. "After you," he says.

Bhandn checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 48 higher.

Bhandn checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 44 higher.

Bhandn checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 45 higher.

Delia has joined the an arbor with climbing red roses and green bushes.

"The best part about events like this, besides the lovely company, is that the drinks are free," Sabella calls out to Monique, raising a glass she's procured from somewhere with a bright smile.

Delia casts a grin up at Monique. "Oh drinks, what a wonderful idea." She peers around for the beverages and goes immediately for them, after which she finds a place to sit and watch the new fights, which promise to be much more even matches.

Dorian bows in response to Bhandn, then, at the prompt, he advances, probing. He's light on his feet and quick - not quick enough, though, or else Bhandn's nail-like characteristics are just too much for the younger man. He approaches it in a showmanlike fashion, more or less, with flourishes and feints aplenty, seeking to keep a good distance between himself and the knight.

Waldemai applauds the fighters. "Excellent match! Well fought!"

Raimon leans forward, watching the two men as they clash on the field, nodding his head every so often as he observes.

Brannen claps for the two fighters, more for Bhandn than the fellow he doesn't know.

Behtuk is passive as he watches the fighters, not an enthusiastic supporter but neither bored.


"Sir Bhandn is the winner for this match up!" Acantha calls to them. She then gives them time to clear the field, "Sir Brannen and Sir Merek, please join the field if you will." she smiles to them.


"At least five," Monique quips to Brannen. "And may the knowledge of your imminently empty purse some night soon bring you luck in your bout!" To Sabella, the Greenmarch Lady lifts the glass she's just stolen from a tray, or someone not watching their own. "Then we'd best drink our fill and salute the Clearlake, the spirits and the gods for their bounty!" And then she joins Delia, lowering her voice to the redheaded beauty.

Monique has joined the an arbor with climbing red roses and green bushes.

Delia is very enthusiastic. She leans forward, applauding with excitement as the match finishes up. "Well done!" she calls down. "And well won!" She turns aside to Monique as the lady arrives, nodding to her and raising her own glass in a silent toast.

Bhandn, on the other hand, does not go for showmanship. He pursues Dorian with a singlemindedness that some might well call rabid (for /diamondplate/). No flourishes, just strike, advance, strike advance, and the middle-aged man offers no time for reprieve, keeping those grey eye focused on Dorian's movements with a stern intensity. He'll end it in one simple way, perhaps inspired by Monique and Delia's dance: his sword at Dorian's throat. Not close enough to prick it, of course, just a couple inches shy to, er, prove a point.

Dorian checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 2 lower.

No keeping his distance here. Nope. Dorian's about to walk himself out of the circle as he seeks to keep away from the rather bulkier knight, unable to get through his opponent's defences, before he's brought up short as his sword is battered away and he finds himself rather at a disadvantage - no amount of flourishes are going to get rid of something sharp near his neck. He draws in a breath - a witty one-liner to follow? No. He just dithers briefly instead.


Acantha gives a look to the sword to the throat that Bhandn does and then looks to Dorian to make sure there's not going to be any fighting or anything for real. "Sir Brannen and Sir Merek, you can start when you like." she smiles to them.


Brannen heads onto the field, looking over at Merek with a serious look on his face. He salutes, then prepares himself for a strategic fight after the others clear the field. "Well fought, brother." He says to Bhandn. "Sir." He continues to Dorian. "Sir Merek...it is an honor to be paired with you." And then its on!

Brannen checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 17 higher.

Brannen checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 35 higher.

Brannen checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 17 higher.

Behtuk passes around a basket full of pastries to anyone joining him at the arbor.

Merek checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 135 higher. Merek rolled a critical!

Merek checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 30 higher.

Merek checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 14 higher.

Merek walks to the field with his cloak shifting about him, waving lightly. From the hood he looks to Brannen, "It's an honor also to fight with you Sir," he offers. He then unsheaths the weapon with a shift of his fingers, while he waits for it to begin. Then, he waits for the other to come at him first as well.

Dorian does get to clearing the field, after clearing his throat, and, once he's collected himself, saying to Bhandn: "Well done, sir." He sheds the mail hauberk on his way along, to store away once more, and goes to seat himself among some of the spectators. Pastries! Dorian gets a pastry too.

Dorian has joined the an arbor with climbing red roses and green bushes.

Bhandn does offer Dorian a bow himself, after he's taken that blade away and stepped clear as well. "Well fought," he replies simply enough, as he's bending his back. He'll settle back for watching the next bout, after helping himself to something to eat.

The line has been dismissed by Acantha.

Monique gives one last grin to the Sweetest Whisper, Delia, before essaying a curtsey to the others. "This has been an exceptional evening. I do hope there will be more like it soon! I'll see you soon, Delia? Good evening, all," she offers to those in the torchlight at the arbor, before slipping away.

Monique has left the an arbor with climbing red roses and green bushes.

Kit, the grey fox, Primus, First of Monique's Assistants, 1 Greenmarch Guard, Tertius, Third of Monique's Assistants leave, following Monique.

Brannen starts in on Merek and the proud, dour and strategic man is doing just fine...at first. Then, its absolutely humiliating. One of Merek's swings is so powerful, it manages to cave in his armor on the left side. Soon, he's sweating and panting, and though he attempts to keep going, its clear that he's most likely actually injured, and is having difficulty breathing. He is forced to take a knee.

What begins as a cheer when Merek's heavy strike lands ends up as a silent look of surprise and concern when it becomes clear Brannen is injured. Delia rises to look down on the field better and see if there are medics present, one hand at her mouth.

Merek checked intellect + medicine at difficulty 15, rolling 31 higher. Merek rolled a critical!


Acantha gives a bit of a wide eyed look, "Hold!" she calls and hurries out onto the field, Benny trailing out with her. "We should get you off the field and call a Mercy." she offers. "Unless we have one here tonight." she adds.


Bhandn checked intellect + medicine at difficulty 15, rolling 12 higher.

Merek moves forward with a shift of his feet, then with grace he maneuvers to sheath into Brannen's armor, with a maneuver he then moves away his blade, his weapon shifting to gleam in the torchlight. When it's clear he's won, he then twirls the weapon to sheath that, then he offers a hand to the other Knight also. Some might wonder about that skill with a sword. He also manages to strike with medical prowess that assures that wherever he hits, it will be easy to fix. "A nice fight," he says, looking to him from beneath the hood, "You did well," he adds. He looks then to Delia, "He will be alright, it is just a bruise on the man's ribs, you can fix it with a little bit of ice you can apply to it," he nods a bit. The thing is? He was sparring, he was not trying to actually hurt him, he frowns that he did as well.

"Hell of a blow!" calls Dorian after Merek's strike hits home, then, afterwards, "Imagine if he actually wanted to hurt a fellow."

Brannen checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 0 higher.

Brannen manages, barely, to mutter, "Well done." But there is definitely some ego bruised as well, based on the expression on his face. He leaves the arena, then...just keeps going, brushing aside medics.

Delia smiles down at Merek as he tends his erstwhile victim. She inclines her head and retakes her seat.


Acantha finds that Brannen's ego has been bruised and she doesn't follow him, letting him have his moment. "Sir Bhandn and Sir Merek will be competing for the grand prize for the medium weapons." she calls. "Whenever you are ready." she states as she exits the ring.


"It was the torchlight, it can shift anyone's perception, he did pretty well, I just happened to get a good strike in," Merek offers, trying to offer some of that respect to Brannen when he shifts away assistance. He isn't here to upset anyone or hurt anyone, he looks like he's upset with himself. He makes for the place to fight with Bhandn also.

"Oh... shi--" Food is forgotten as Bhandn literally drops everything (that he's eating) and moves as if to hurry over, but when Brannen gets up and moves to leave the arena, he stops himself. He'll watch Brannen pushing through those medics, expressionless and distracted enough that he at first doesn't realize he's supposed to be back in the ring for seconds, giving himself a shake and turning his attention back to Merek. There's a breath taken, but soon enough Bhandn's armed and ready to go, just like before. He'll give a bow again, for the sake of formality, but his eyes do keep glancing toward where Brannen walked.

Bhandn checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 28 higher.

Bhandn checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 24 higher.

Bhandn checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 42 higher.

Merek checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 9 higher.

Merek checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 15 higher.

Merek checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 35 higher.

Merek, perhaps wanting to keep from also hurting Bhandn isn't as skilled as he seemed before, why is this always when he's up in the next fight. It's a thing with him. Either way there is skill from the way he's bested as well.

Raimon has joined the line.

Waldemai cheers the fighters. "Great bout! Well fought!"

Whether it's from wanting to avenge Brannen, or because he's forced to defer his hunger for finger food for another time, the aging man is of a mind to end it quickly, through controlled brute strength, in this case. While he doesn't /exactly/ try to return a bruise or two to Merek Black, there /is/ a bit of a gleam in Bhandn's grey eyes. Rather than strike hard enough to make a blacksmith jealous, at the end it's more a firm rap compared to the blow Brannen received. Enough to get the point across without actually causing damage. "Be /gentle/ next time," is all that the knight has to say afterwards, but he'll give a brief bow to Sir Merek as well before taking his leave to reclaim something to eat.

As he watches the fight, Dorian calls out, "Yeah! Go Sir Hard-As-Nails! Well struck!"


Acantha is watching to make sure there's no one that's going to get hurt. It happened! She wasn't upset. She watches the fight between Bhandn and Merek and when it's clear who the winner is she calls the fight, "Sir Bhandn, Benny has your prize." the woman states as the large beaver presents the diamondplate war club to Bhandn. "If our huge weapons competitors could come up." she announces.


Ashe, the studious Stormward paralegal arrives, delivering a message to Niklas before departing.

Ashe, the studious Stormward paralegal arrives, delivering a message to Niklas before departing.

Raimon steps forward to be acknowledged for the competition, though he frowns slightly when no one else does right away.

Merek is bested by that, he did offer a fight within. When it's complete, he nods then to Bhandn as well, while he inclines, "Of course, Sir," he says. He seems to be happy with the other winning, like it made up for his fierceness also. He settles about with a polite nod.

Merek is overheard praising Bhandn.

Merek is overheard praising Brannen.

Merek is overheard praising Dorian.

Merek is overheard praising Delia.

Bhandn is overheard praising Merek.

Bhandn is overheard praising Dorian.

Mirk is overheard praising Acantha.

Delia is overheard praising Merek.

Delia is overheard praising Bhandn: 2

Bhandn wasted no time in getting replacement food to eat, so he's got his hands half-full for the purposes of gluttony. He's eating quickly, though, as from the moment something makes its way into his mouth, he's again turning his attention towards where Sir Harthall left. Benny is ignored at first, and then a moment later is stared at as if to make up for it. "Alright then," the knight says as he takes possession of that darkwood-and-diamondplate club, hefting it momentarily even as the other is depositing the remainder of a meat pie into his mouth.


Acantha gives a bit of a look around and there's a look to Raimon, "Your Highness." she gives a dip of her head to him. Then she walks over to where there is a guard holding a diamondplate trident. She takes it from the man with a smile, then comes back to where Raimon is standing, "I think this belongs to you now." she tells him as she presents it over to him. "Please give a cheer for all of our competitors tonight!" she announces. Benny dutifully comes back to her side after war club presentation.


The line has been dismissed by Acantha.

Merek is overheard praising Raimon.

Merek is overheard praising Acantha.

Delia is overheard praising Acantha: 2

Behtuk isn't really the cheering sort, but he does carefully applaud, stuffing a pastry into his mouth so that he doesn't crush it between his hands.

Triage, The white dove of Mercy arrives, delivering a message to Bhandn before departing.

Dorian cheers noisily for... "Go competitors! Especially red-haired ones! Good show!"

Dorian is overheard praising Bhandn.

Waldemai cheers, as requested. Maybe the whiskey he has taken on board affects this decision.

Sabella cheers when Acantha instructs, "Good showing all! I remain amazed at the athleticism displayed here tonight! And I must thank our hosts for their generosity and amazing planning! What a fun night out!"

Silvio slips into the area of the competition, looking for Monique. He only sees her assistant though, and immediately starts asking Quartus where the woman is!

Giving a little mock bow to Dorian at the redhead comment, Delia rises. "This was a fine tournament! Well done, everyone!" Applauding as requested, she begins to head for Acantha, but as Quartus is waylaid, so is she. She turns to Silvio. "You've missed her, My Lord," she says apologetically. "She was herelong enough to fight, but she had something else to attend to. Is there something I coulddo for you perhaps?" She glances at Quartus. "I'm sure I can pass on any message you like."

"Oh for f..." That's how Bhandn greets the dove that just arrived. "NO!" he says - scolds - to the bird that has something in its beak for him. He'll take it, and Triage will fly off back, but there's a visible and open scowl on the Knight of Solace's face. "Can't even get two minutes to /eat/ anymore with that woman." While he /is/ apparently going to answer that message, and with a scowl on his face - he's going to do it while helping himself to some more easily-carried food.


Acantha gives a smile when everyone is done cheering and there's a bit of a moment to wait till everyone is calming down, "House Clearlake thanks you all for attending this evening. If you would like to stay and partake of food and drink, please do so. We will see you all at the next event that Clearlake holds." she gives a smile to them.


Waldemai has left the near the wooden scarecrow.