Eleyna arrives with no escort but her faithful servant. She glances around briefly, taking in the arena and those already arrived before she makes her way toward the seating area. It's fairly obviously that she's only here to spectate. The most she knows about combat is what end of the sword to stick people with.


    Joining the those gathering in the seating surrounding the ring is Vena, wearing a dress and Redrain-styled lamellar armor she takes a seat on one end of the nearest bench, ready to watch the bouts about to start.


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

Tikva has joined the raised seating.

Umay has joined the raised seating.

Edain adjust the armor he is wearing for the purposes of the tourney. Vermilion Drake. "This feels.. strange." he says as if wearing 'not blue' is a very strangely distressing thing for him.

Umay is in a rush as she had to spend quite a bit of time trying to find the Golden Hart in order to make it for the festivities. When she does arrive, she lingers beside of the door after stepping out of the way. Umay pants softly to try to catch her breath, eventually straightening up to help carry herself up to the audience seating. She offers a warm smile to people she passes, partly bowing on ocassion in greeting. When she does eventually find a place to seat, she settles in and looks out around the arena in awe and excitement.

Ariel walks into the arena her gaze looking upon the ring as her steps gracefully bring her closer. Her eyes then briefly looking about for a good place to sit before she is looking back upon the ring with a smile curling her lips.

Mathias chuckles at Edain's comment, himself wearing the 'Silver Eagle' armor, rather befitting with the Knights of Solace tabard. "Entertainment, Yer Grace. Reckon my usual armor ain't so shiny, but tonight we fight to entertain, aye?"

Haati enters, he was quite wanting to see how well his help to the place would be. Though not the best materials. Most of it should be good for what it will be used for. The Thraxian smith nods to all there as he finds a pillar closer tot he arena to lean against. Not really wanting to sit around for the moment.

"Tell me about it," Zhayla says as she adjuuuuusts the straps on her own armor. How is it that the armor could fit Mathias as well as Zhayla? /Very good craftsmanship/. Studying the design of her own, she says, "I'm a little disappointed that this doesn't come with a hood with a big giant mane, though. Think how cool that would be!" Her concerns are very practical. The last of the large weapons in the rack being a trident makes her grin a little as she joins the others.

Valencia rushes into the room, red silk skirt rustling madly about her. She pauses a moment to quickly tucking an errant curl behind her ear and looks up, and then smiles to see so many beautiful faces filling the Arean.

"I have blued hairpins if it'll make you feel better, Edain!" Because helful Alis is helpful. And someone already dropped a drink off at her table. That was probably a mistake.

Diddanwch the Pine Marten arrives, following Asger.

Karadoc had been there, surely, standing off to the side, in his greens and whites of his house. His hair looked a hot mess, in that way that was stylish, and either was natural, or took hours infront of a mirror. He looked over the others curiously, eyes half lidded, as if tied.

Leta is carrying her sword, but her outfit is hardly meant for combat. There's some padding on the doublet, but that's strictly for aeshetic reasons. It makes her chest look bigger. And her shoulders. But the silk brocade is too fancy to waste on stabbings and slicings. She struts through the room, silk-clad fingers on the hilt of her sword, and comes near the arena, looking curiously at the others already around. She smiles, broad and brightly, and bows her head in polite acknowledgment to those she knows before deciding what to do with herself.

Asger comes strolling with a quickened pace and a broad grin, the man angling for Valencia as he makes a beeline for her.


    Seeing the rustling red rushing into the room Vena smiles warmly and waves to Valencia from her place on the end of one of the benches in the raised seats aroudn the ring.


Ariel begins to make her way towards Valencia when she makes her appearance. Gracefully moving about people as she needs to. Once she is beside her she says "Princess Valencia, I think this is going to be quite a wonderous opening. I am ever so excited."

Edain nodding his head to Mathias he says, "That is indeed a very fine point. I hope that we put on a good show..." He looks then to Zhayla, "We could get some pig fat and rub it in your hair and make it a fine mane I am sure." He looks then in the direction of his sisters table, "Yes... thank you.. I think I will manage." Oh god... he's not livng this down anytime soon.

Orathy has taken a seat amongst the rafter viewing, looking down upon the people in the gilded armor. For a time, he considers the view, it's not half bad, only if one doesn't have vertigo.

Sparte is dressed in some military surplus winter camo pants and has on a fur-collared brown jacket over a red stained white T-shirt. She has no weapons with her or supplies, just seven feet and change of Beatrice.

The wonders of very good craftsmanship! Mathias grins at Zhayla's comment. "Would ye growl and roar too during the fight? Reckon that'd make for quite a sight. Crowd would love it." He nods to Edain. "I'm sure we will. Though I reckon Zhayla the Lion may get us all in the end." he grins, not seeming to be bothered by the idea one bit.

Haati nods to Valencia near the raised seating, but closer to the arena to watch, leaning against a pillar there. "Good to see you your highness..." The smith bows to Valencia and looks around the room, "A good turn out tonight."


...Until Valencia's eyes fall on the very unbeautiful, age-lined and grim-lipped features of Count Steelhart, the Oathlander lord having arrived briskly, moving to take a seat in one of the lower, though closer rows. His eyes are on the Valardin High Lord, expression unreadable. There's no smile on the Steelhart's face, but then, when is there ever?

The Golden Hart. A beautifully new bustling space of Luck and Drama where more than a few of the city have visited already, despite this being its opening night, but packed to the gills now with people come to enjoy the spectacles and rub elbows in the environment friendly both to commoner and noble alike. The first things up on the night's agenda is a mini-tournament showcasing the glories of the Hart's full scale arena and their plans to host regular tournaments for the honor of having one's name up on the champion board and taking home a portion of bets made on them with the house. Mostly it's the bragging rights though.

Luca's in house striding out to the middle of the arena ring, decked out in an ankle length brocade coat and vest of Velenosa purple on jet black silk, tight black pants and knee high leather boots, a wide-brimmed hat with a jaunty dark purple and blue feather, a sabre on either hip, and a lopsided smile to melt hearts, cutting a roguish sort of air and playing announcer and judge tonight it seems. For of a sudden, his low, rich, Lycene-accented voice is calling out with amazing projection.

"WELCOME, ONE AND ALL...!" Then when a bit closer to quiet settles, he's going on. "Welcome to the Golden Hart, Arx's first full scale gaming house! And welcome to the glory of its Arena! Tonight you'll be getting a small taste of the battles we hope to hold here for the enjoyment of all! A chance to find the greatest fighters of the city and see their names known far and wide, by the best of all ways. Competition! At the Hart, we'll be holding tournaments regularly to find new champions and let the existing champions defend their title and their right to sit at the champion's table! Tonight, you'll be seeing the first few of those chosen to do battle, mixing common man and noble-born both!"

A pause for effect and then Luca's signalling some helpers to shine mirrored lights down on the two champions he names. "The first up, Mathias Coaldust, crownsworn and lay member of the Knights of Solace as our Silver Eagle! Versus...." Pause for effect. "Zhayla, Grayson sworn Champion and reigning victor of the grand melee exposition put on by the Ministry of Defense, acting as our Bronze Lion! They will be fighting to submission for the right to advance to the next round. Let's hear it for them!!!"

Haati has joined the ringside table.

Valencia turns to smile as Leta as she enters the arena and offers another bright smile to Vena as she enters and finds a seat. "Oh, Lady Ariel," she beams, her eyes dancing, as she offers the Darkwater a warm hug and kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for saying. I hopes so. I truly do." The turns to Asger as he pparoces and cannot help but give Asgar a huge hug as well. "My lord. I am glad you are here."

Umay gets lost in looking around and starts to stand up from her seat, looking around. If she does spot Valencia, she smiles and lifts her hand to wave at the woman before she exuses herself to explore. She is happy to see all of the familiar faces as she goes, and by the time that her exploring has come to a stop she is up in the highest of the rafters where Orathy is already settled. She heads towards the edge and looks out over it, quietly letting out a quiet wow beneath her breath. This is definitely the place that Umay has settled on, and eventually she does turn to see Orathy and offers him a smile, "Hello, it's good to see you, Orathy. Excited?" She falls more quiet after the announcement has begin and smiles down as she watches them prepare for the tournament below.

Orathy has left the upper rafters.

Within the Arena settled in at the fine wood bar waiting to deliver drinks into the hands of both fighter and spectator Remi has found himself a perch, The Thrax Prince watchful of those arriving as he nurses a glass of rum. The man only taking the occasional sip as he watches the world around him within the Hart in utter silence.

Umay has left the raised seating.

Umay has joined the upper rafters.

Remi has joined the bar.

Karadoc has joined the corner table.

"Rarr," says Zhayla, not very convincingly, as she laughs outright at Mathias. She reaches up to thread her fingers through her hair, which is just braided back from her face at the sides and otherwise left loose. "Do you think that would work?" she asks, seemingly enthralled by the idea of making a giant mess of her hair.

It's in that state -- holding her hair in a fluff around her head -- that Zhayla can be spotted as her name is called. She drops her hands as though scalded, and while she's too dark to show the flush that surely warms her cheeks, it's certainly there in the way she tenses. She laughs into the light, bringing her trident up in a salute to Mathias and Edain both, as she steps forward. "Oh, gods, that was ages ago," she says of the victory named, the words and not carrying far. She understands the power of hype, even if it seems to fluster her. "Gloria be with you," she says to Mathias, "and a good fight."

Orathy looks over to Umay, shaking his head, "No... ain't been excited bout combat unless I be havin silver on it. Ain't havin silver on any of this..." He shrugs, "I be off. Jist wanted ta see wha be goin on... now I did. Enjoy yerself." As quiet as he came he leaves.

Asger picks Valencia up as he hugs her back and grins up at her, "It is good to see you Val, it has been far too long since we last spoke." setting her down he pats her on the shoulder and leaves his hand there as he turns to watch the display in the arena. Telling Valencia "I'll put 10 silver on Zhayla, care to join the wager?"

Edain offers a brief nod to Count Steelhart, but his attention turns to Prince Luca as the first pair of fighters are named. Stepping back to lean up against a slice of wall he claps for the announcement of Mathias and Zhayla.

Alis manages a credible look of disappointment when Edain turns down her generous offer of hairpins to wear so he has some blue on him. Yes, her smile definitely suggests he's not going to live this down anytime soon. At least not at home. And as the first contestants are called, she claps and cheers for them, turning to greet her table companion just afterwards.

"Well, reckon it'll be sooner for me than for ye, Yer Grace." Mathias remarks to Edain upon hearing the announcement of just who he'll be fighting. He seems highly amused, however, as he looks at Zhayla. "Let's get to the mauling, o Lion!" he grins before saluting the crowd as he heads into the the fighting ring. "And to ye." Mathias nods to Zhayla before taking his place, ready for the duel.

Tikva is overheard praising Zhayla for: Rarr!

Ariel returns the warm hug and cheek upon the cheek to Valencia as she says "I am quite sure it will indeed be." Her attention then looks to Asger as she says "Pleasure to see you Lord Asger, I suppose both you and Diddanwch are fairing well?" Her eyes then look to the ring as she comments "I fear that I am not familiar enough to gamble upon things such as this. Cards and Dice are more of my fortay."

Silas gets Amaranthine DireWolf Arm Armor from THE GOLDEN HART - Violet Armor Tournament Chest.

Silas gets Amaranthine DireWolf Cuisses from THE GOLDEN HART - Violet Armor Tournament Chest.

Silas gets Amaranthine DireWolf Gauntlets from THE GOLDEN HART - Violet Armor Tournament Chest.

Mathias has joined the ring of valor.

Zhayla has joined the ring of valor.

Silas gets Amaranthine DireWolf Helm from THE GOLDEN HART - Violet Armor Tournament Chest.

Silas gets Amaranthine DireWolf Cuirass from THE GOLDEN HART - Violet Armor Tournament Chest.

Silas gets Amaranthine DireWolf Sabatons from THE GOLDEN HART - Violet Armor Tournament Chest.

Silas gets Golden Hart Arena Cutlass from THE GOLDEN HART - Weapons Rack.

Silas wields Golden Hart Arena Cutlass.

"Oh, alright...have a good night!" Umay tries to tell Orathy on his way down away from the rafters, though she can't help but sound a little disappointed as her lips curve down subtly. She looks down at the others and sighs out under her breath, letting that rid her of her uncertainty as a smile reclaims her lips. She watches the arena down below, doing her best to wave towards Mathias when she notices him, despite how hard it may be to notice her from the rafters above.

Asger offers a large smile to Ariel "Ariel, it is good asalways to see you again, and I promise that fur cloak I owe you is being made. I have not forgotten about our wager. Dan and I are doing well, and what of yourself? I trust you have been doing well?"

Silas blinks when an attendant comes by and whispers to him. He stands and begins to crack his knuckles. "Seems like there's been a drop out..." He begins descending the stairs and makes his way to the equipment chests. Out of the choices available, he picks the purple: Mercier colors. Red was already taken!

Leta strolls in and, in passing, inclines head to Valencia with a smile, "Your Highness, the place looks lovely. And it looks like a good crowd, too!" she offers in bright, enthusiastic praise, gesturing all around, but doesn't want to take up too much of the princess's time, so she takes a light step back and continues to wander, looking over the seating and the bout just beginning in the arena. The sellsword pauses for a moment, looks around as she tries to sort out introductions, and decides to head for Eleyna, hesitating a moment before stepping up and bowing her head, "Your Highness. It's a pleasure to see you."

Haati kicks up his feet at the table near the arena and orders himself a large bottle of Rum... it was going to be a long night it seems and if he was going to relax he would with style.

Edain clears his throat as Silas joins the other competitors. "I apologize Lord Commander. The red armor had a Drake on it. I could not resist calling dibs."

Luca flows off to edge of the ring as the two potential champions move in to take up their spaces, calling out to the crowds as he goes. "Bets can be made with house or with each other. Know that every piece of weapon and armor has been inspected by me and found to be of equal quality and perfect balance, courtesy of Haati Wavehowler and Torian Culler. This is a matter of skill, luck, and determination to succeed more than gear. Future tryouts for aspirants to the next tournament will be occurring regularly."

Eleyna glances up when Leta approaches and offers her a smile as she inclines her head and murmurs, "Mistress Broadbent. A pleasure to see you as well. Are you going to be competing tonight?"

Zhayla launches herself at Mathias with a leonine roar that's ... actually more of a laugh, and it breaks into one as their first, second, and third clash ends with little damage. "Oh!" He manages to land a hit on her, but the leather keeps it from so much as bruising, while she either parries or outright dodges the hits that follow. "Nicely struck!" Given that she is typically seen with a giant sword, she's more handy with a trident than might be expected, and makes good use of the length to keep Mathias at a distance while she tries to land a blow.

Unfortunately, Mathias doesn't see Umay's waving, or anyone but Zhayla as he faces off against the Bronze Lion. He's quick on his feet, wielding the claymore with remarkable speed, but not so quick as to touch his opponent. Nonetheless, he manages to parry all attacks thrown his way, remaining light on his feet, and smiling. He seems to be having a good time, enough so to answer "Likewise!" at Zhayla's compliment. But then they move in once more for another clash.

Mathias inflicts moderate damage to Zhayla.

Zhayla inflicts moderate damage to Mathias.


There's no clapping from the Steelhart Count, but there is a bare nod of his head towards Edain when the man nods to him, and his fist places against his chest in brief salute, but the spoilsport of the Oathlands leans backwards, watching the two fighters prepare for the first round with only slight interest. Why a Steelhart would be at a gaming event (something they're notorious for not attending) is anyone's guess.


    Vena turns her full attention to the ring as the first match is about to begin, studying the combatants closely as the host is swarmed by greetings and praises.


Silas turns and chuckles at Edain's retort. "I completely understand, Your Highness. It -is- the best available suit, in my estimation." He acquires the direwolf-themed armor and begins to put it on piece by piece, occasionally glancing in the direction of the ongoing fight.

Ariel smiles to Asger as she says "I am well enough, Minnow has been keep me company. I missed him terribly." Her fingers scritching upon the head of the Ocelot. Her attention the flitting back to the ring, watching the match.

"Oh, lovely Leta, I am so glad you think so. That means a great deal to me," Valencia smiles up at her. "I am so pleased you are here." The little princess smiles to see Eleyna and offers her a bright and perhaps overwhelmed little smile, and then offers a polite smiles and incline of head to Count Steelhart is he looks her way before seeking out a seat as the battle begins.

Valencia has joined the ringside table.

Asger has joined the ringside table.

The next hit that Mathias lands is a rather more solid blow, falling as a sharp crack against the leather in a way that's definitely going to leave a bruise. Zhayla's grin widens, on the edge of reckless, but she never wavers in her stance. They each move with incredible speed, outright dodging the other's strikes as often as they are parried, and she whirls to bring the butt of her trident up and deliver a hard jab on the end of a dodged sweep to return Mathias's bruising in kind. "And fast!" she says, tremendously enthusiastic for his talent.

Haati nods as his name is announced more so perhaps as it was praise for his work, but then he is watching the match more himself, watching how the equipment is used and perhaps ideas for laying in more and unique weapons for choosing. Though the Trident does have him watching more closely, it was a favored weapon he would like to see more use or orders coming in for one.

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

Luca settles in to watch as eagerly as any of the crowds, using that deep projection to call out commentary. Things like. "It's the battle of the nimble and big bladed people! A ferocious strike at any moment can come from the least nick, as I can attest to from too many times fighting naked against the damn things!!!" He's timing his commentary perfectly with read of the combat to see Mathias draw first strike, only to be followed up with Zhayla in turn. "Oooh! It's going to be a wicked one. First strike to our predatory Silver Eagle, followed quickly by our fierce Bronze Lion!"

Mathias is finally able to break through Zhayla's guard and score the first hit with a blow from his claymore, but he pays for it soon after, with a fine thrust from his opponent's trident. "Well well, this is going to be interesting." He's still smiling, but the challenge, win or lose, is certainly appreciated for his eyes shine with the thrill of testing oneself, and testing in return. "Let's see how fast, aye?" And once more into the fray!

Zhayla inflicts minor damage to Mathias.

Mathias inflicts minor damage to Zhayla.

Zhayla inflicts moderate damage to Mathias.

Silas has left the raised seating.

Mathias inflicts moderate damage to Zhayla.

Zhayla inflicts minor damage to Mathias.

Leta glances sidelong to the arena at the sound of clashing weapons and raised voices, and shakes her head for Eleyna. "Not that I know of. Suppose if one of the fighters falls ill or something, I could do it, but don't really mean to. I'm riding out early." the sellsword explains, nose wrinkling, and rests her hands on her waist, "Just came to - you know, congratulate Princess Valencia and such."

Mathias inflicts moderate damage to Zhayla.

Mathias inflicts moderate damage to Zhayla.

Asger strolls over with Valencia to take a seat at the table she has chosen, "They seem to be keeping at it pretty evenly there."

Eleyna smiles at Valencia when she looks in her direction and gives her a nod before she glances to Leta and nods, "The same for me. I just came here to offer support and perhaps watch some of the fighting." She looks in the direction of the pit.

Haati nods to Asgarr and Valencia, "Good to see you both... Coinsword and the lovely Princess of the hour." Seeing they are at the same table he offers some run to them.

Remi for one reason or another decides to abandon his perch at the bar, The man giving a low whistle causing a small furry form of a monkey to pop up from behind the bar quickly moving to settle in on the man's shoulder handing off a bottle of rum. Remi just grins as he takes the bottle looking it over offering up to Mischief, "We will teach ya yet ya wee fuck.. Get ya to grab the real good bottles." A grin taking shape as he turns to begin making his way through the arena around it's outer edge, The man picking his way through the crowds making his way closer to Valencia and her table. His focus falling briefly upon the Arena taking in the fight within.

Zhayla and Mathias trade blows, and as the fight wears on, Zhayla appears to be flagging a touch faster than her taller opponent. The brightness of her smile never wavers, however, and neither does her focus. For a moment, it seems like she might have the advantage as she delivers a powerful blow and a lighter follow-up, but she's unable to cement the advantage, and Mathias quite quickly catches up. "Gods!" she laughs between one blow and the next, appreciation in the wide curve of her smile.


Catching eyes with Valencia, Steelhart gives her a respectful nod of his head but his gaze doesn't linger long, his eyes scanning the rest of the crowd briefly to gauge their reactions to the fight before his eyes settle back on the fight, jaw clenching for whatever reason.

Ariel looks away from the ring to follow Valencia and Asger to the chosen table with her smile not faltering. Her attention then looks to Haati as she says "Master Haati, it is wonderful to see you once more." Her own movements graceful into the seat.

"It will be very interesting to see our fighters on level ground when fighitng," Valenia says, her dark eyes trained on the fight below. "So often it is the equipment that makes the match. Here it will be skill to skill, not skill versus how much one can afford to spend. I am curious to see if this makes difference among our lists." She smiles to Haati, "Thank you again for all your work, sir. It is because of you we may do this."

A fine match, and one that puts Mathias' skills to the test! Zhayla seems to take the upper hand, scoring a series of solid blows against him. But then, even in their leather armors, fatigue begins to set in. And suddenly, he catches her with a strike from his claymore. He doesn't speak, keeping his breath to move, but his grin shows he shares Zhayla's sentiment.

"Look at that grace in motion people! Well-matched as I knew they'd be, great blade and tridents not slowing them down in the least! But those hits are going to start taking their toll certainly!" Luca's continuing his eager commentary in a voice not growing hoarse yet somehow while raising over the calls of the crowd and sounds of the battle itself. "Zhayla the Bronze Lion is taking the worst, but never count a fierce Champion out. It's a close close match still and it could come right down to who is more determined to win out to the next!"

Mathias inflicts minor damage to Zhayla.

Zhayla inflicts moderate damage to Mathias.

Mathias inflicts minor damage to Zhayla.

Mathias inflicts moderate damage to Zhayla.

Mathias inflicts minor damage to Zhayla.

Mathias inflicts serious damage to Zhayla.

Zhayla inflicts minor damage to Mathias.

Zhayla inflicts minor damage to Mathias.

Mathias inflicts minor damage to Zhayla.

Mathias inflicts moderate damage to Zhayla.

Mathias inflicts minor damage to Zhayla.

Zhayla falls unconscious.


    Looking to Agnarr as he says his piece Vena smiles slyly and says, "If you ever wangt a re-match we can see how you fair when you don't have a blade in your hand." with a playfully teasing wink.


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

Haati nods up to Ariel and smiles, "It is god to see you once more as well m'Lady..." He then nods to Valencia as he returns to watching the match and the blows being traded, "I think it is going well indeed... The weapons and armor look like they will take the beatings for a long time. But if any repairs are needed let me know."

Ariel has joined the ringside table.

As the rounds continue -- and continue! -- it becomes more and more evident that Zhayla is slowing down more quickly than Mathias. And yet--. "Hope you don't expect me to give up that easily," she tells him with a grin as they come close in a clash of blows. She makes him earn it with each bruising blow, but he more than does so, as she's unable to land so much as a tickling scratch in their last few exchanges. When she's finally knocked from her feet after a long fight, it's clear that Mathias definitely earned that win.

Valencia eyes widen with surprise the diminutive by might Zhalya is brought low by Mathias. "Bravo! Well fought," she applauds to the fighters below. She smiles as Ariel and then Remi approaches, happy to see them join the table. Turning to Haati and Asger she shakes her head, "Goodness. That was a splendid first match."

Leta nods again to Eleyna, attention drawn towards Luca, the commentary bringing a slight grin to the sellsword's face. "Right, your Highness. Could be some interesting matches and all. Haven't had much luck myself lately, so I'd rather not go out to battle all covered in bruises." she affects a self-deprecatory tone, but grins brightly nonetheless. Though that fades slightly as she finds herself quiet and awkwardly out of conversation to make. "Ow." she says as Zhayla finally goes down.

At this point it's anyone's game. Both are exhausted, with Mathias only slightly less so than his opponent. Hits are traded with each clash, and though Mathias certainly gets his share of bruises, he manages to give back more than he's getting. And finally, it ends, and Mathias, who hadn't spoken during the last part of their exchange, utters a laugh. "By Gloria, that was one of the best fights I've ever had." he says between breaths, and though he's drained as the Abyss, he offers Zhayla his hand to get back done.

After watching above for a time, Umay pushes up from her place and starts to head down. She looks around and does her best to settle in as seamlessly as she can manage at the tables near the ringside. She hesitates out on the border and goes over to try to find one of the few that were unclaimed. Before she settles in though, she does notice Valencia and she smiles as she walks over to stop by the table. "Hello, I won't stay and bother you for too long, your Highness, but the place just looks astounding. My compliments to you."

Umay has left the upper rafters.

Umay has joined the ringside table.

Frederik has joined the ringside table.

Remi moves up behind Valencia leaning in to whisper something to the woman before he looks to the others at the table offering a smile as he moves to take a seat joining them. The man's eyes moving to focus on the arena briefly as the fight nears its end before finally Zhayla is brought down, the man offering a loud whistle as he begins to open the bottle of rum clutched in his right hand.

"And in a stunning show of ferocity, our Silver Eagle, Mathias Coaldust advances to the next round!!! Let's hear it for our fighters while our next prepare for their bout!" Luca's roaring out to the crowds once victory is established, his own clapping enthusiastic and his tones perhaps betraying a bit of surprise. Moving to signal again, the mirrored lanterns shine down on two new figures, Edain and Silas. "Up next we have Sir Silas Mercier, Lord Commander of the Iron Guard and our Amaranthine Dire Wolf!!! Versus...." Pause for effect, "Prince Edain Valardin, Ruling Prince of the Oathlands as our Vermilion Drake!!! Winners of the two brackets will advance and face one another next. Who will it be and who will have honor of their name first to go on the wall even before yours truly?!! I don't have a clue, but I'm dying to find out!"

Ariel winces softly when Zhayla is brought down by Mathias. She comments to to Valencia with a smile "It was quite so indeed." She gives a smile to Remi as she says "Evening Prince Thrax, how does the day treat you?" Her hands reaches for one of the glasses of rum upon the table and sipping from it.

Taking Mathias's hand up, Zhayla's a little wobbly as she stands, but between him and the trident, she manages. Her armor might be looking a little ragged though. It'll definitely need a good repair after all of that. "It was tremendous! You fought very well. I'll cheer you on in your next bout," she says, clasping her other hand over his arm before releasing it to move away. Facing the crowd, she lifts her hands and then gestures at Mathias: "Your winner!" she introduces him, and then wobbles off to the side all sweaty and bruised to flump down with a grin.

Zhayla has left the ring of valor.

Remi has left the bar.

Remi has joined the ringside table.

Mathias has left the ring of valor.


    Vena giggles softly to Agnarr and starts to say something but stops as the first match comes to an end and cheering on the victor. Once the second matches participants are announced she looks over and asks, "Still going to hide behind that armor I keep denting?" winking playfully once more as her gaze returns to the fight at hand.


Edain has joined the ring of valor.

"Sister Umay! Welcome! Thank you so much for coming. How were the seats up there," Valencia glances to the rafters. "I actually find that I enjoy the view. It is a good place to think, I've found," she confesses conspiratorially." Canting her head to the side, she listens to Remi's words and smiles, "Thank you, my lord. Thank you very much."

Silas looks impressed by the results of the first match. When his name is announced he quickly makes one last adjustment to his helm before stepping forward to take his place in the ring. He offers a bow to his princely - and wonderfully dressed - opponent and raises his cutlass. "Not my first choice of blade, but..." Silas grins. "Good luck, Your Highness!"

"Thank ye, and so did ye. I can count on one hand the people who managed to get me this exhausted in the ring." Mathias grins to Zhayla, returning the clasp. After saluting the crowd, Mathias heads out of the ring, leaving the next two fighters to their duel.

Silas has joined the ring of valor.

Stepping into the ring of valor, Edain raises the long sword in a salute to Silas, and in the absense of a shield he takes a two handed grip as he dropps into his stance. "Gloria bless you Lord Commander."

Haati watches and sees Zhayla go down after a long exchange of wonderful blows, "Now that was a wonderful bout. It is a good night princess, you should feel proud. It is a nigh to remember." The smith nods to Remi, "Good day your Lordship..." he raises a large bottle of the really good rum, "And to you also good lord." This to Frederik, "And also you Lady Ariel if you wish for some."

"It was just breathtaking." Umay decides, her eyes drifting up and her head tilting back to find the rafters up above again. "I noticed Orathy up there, but he excused himself. Something about not having any silver to place on these fights or something." She smiles and looks back down at Valencia and then Remi, inclining her head to him and Frederik respectfully. "The first match about had me on the edge of the railing! They both fought so well."

Silas inflicts minor damage to Edain.

Edain inflicts moderate damage to Silas.

Silas inflicts serious damage to Edain.

Silas inflicts serious damage to Edain.

Edain inflicts minor damage to Silas.

Silas inflicts minor damage to Edain.

Edain inflicts moderate damage to Silas.

Edain inflicts moderate damage to Silas.


    Vena giggles softly towards Agnarr and playfully retorts with, "Coward. Are you so easily bruised? Shall I have a pretty Mercy tend to your poor bruised skin after our next spar?" scrunching her nose playfully.


Silas inflicts moderate damage to Edain.

Edain inflicts serious damage to Silas.


Once the Oathlander Highlord begins to actually fight, this is where Frederik leans forward and watches intently, his mouth pulling down at the corners. Umay gets a brief glance and a respectful nod, but his eyes slide back to the combat.

Edain inflicts minor damage to Silas.

Silas inflicts moderate damage to Edain.

Edain inflicts moderate damage to Silas.

Edain inflicts moderate damage to Silas.

Silas inflicts moderate damage to Edain.

Edain inflicts moderate damage to Silas.

Silas falls unconscious.

Haatilaughs softly as he hears Orathy didn't have any silver, "I'm sure that may be because Orathy had spent quite a bit I am sure on the daggers he had fashioned by me, though he got a very good price too on them... I could not go lower though."

Luca's moving back to his perch on edge of the ring where he can watch eagerly and call out comentary. The first pass leaves him canting his head and snorting though, calling out. "First...uh, I guess that tap counted as a strike, goes to our Amaranthine Dire Wolf! But they're just getting started people. Already we can tell this is going to be a clanger! Metal on metal, fierceness of the medium blade and fine swordwork! Stamina that it takes to move your ass around in all that armor and keep upright despite it all! And here they go! Well-matched again, strike for strike. Brutal people! Just brutal! And look how well they're both standing under those blows! My gods, I have no clue who's going to be left upright!"

Remi offers a small smile to Valencia hearing her words as he takes his seat at the table, "O'course Vixen." The man smiling softly as he looks to the woman before he is turning his focus over the others at the table giving a small lift of the bottle of rum in his right hand by way of greeting. Remi's hand guiding the bottle moments later to his lips to take a pull from the thing as his attention is stolen by the activity in the arena itself.

"Perhaps Missere Orathy will return to fight in the ring next times, yes?" Valenica says with a gentle smile. "Little steps. I am glad that he came to see. This is a good thing I think." There is a loud chrash from the sands that draws the little princess' eyes back to the Ring of Valour.

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

And the two knights clash! While Silas seems to clearly have the advantage early in the bout, Edain steadily begins to catch up with each powerful blow on the Lord Commander. Both were fighting far more aggressively than they likely would have under normal circumstances, letting their armor take each landed hit instead of bothering with dodging or defensive maneuvers. In the end, Silas stumbles before Edain, and he holds his hands up. "I yield. Well fought, Your Highness." There is hint of a wry grin beneath his helm.

Umay turns to watch the ring, her eyes widening as the two men fight toe to toe. By the time that it is done, she lifts her hands to applaud both of their efforts with a broad and excited smile. By the time she is done, she looks back over at Haati and grins over at him. "Really? Well it does sound like coin very well spent in that case." She then nods towards Valencia in agreement.

Zhayla watches Edain and Silas on the edge of her seat -- literally, she's right at the edge, leaning on the trident. At first -- let's be real, she seems to expect it's going to be going in Silas's favor, and isn't watching that closely. But as Edain pulls a comeback kid on the arena, her gaze grows enraptured and she's grinning nearly as widely as she did when it was her own match. She whoops in a take-no-sides cheer as the match concludes, applauding as Silas yields.

Karadoc let out a whistle in cheer at the end of the fight.

"Well done!" Mathias can be heard cheering for the two combatants once the fight is over. "Well done indeed!" He grins, congratulating both without preference. "Gloria is sure to be proud of this night."

Alis cheers loudly at the end of the match, raising her glass in toast to both Silas and Edain for the no holds barred bladework. "Well done, brother!"

And so Edain charges Silas, and it is clear that both men know how to take a hit. Their armor is as much a part of their arsenal, as is their chosen weapons. Blades report as the strike. Gauntlets and greaves are used to catch blows and blunt them asside. Silas has the prince reeling in the first exchanges, but Edain stands his ground, and fights back. Eventually the knights are just savagely trading blows. When Silas finally yields. Edain sinks to a knee and draws in deep breaths. "Well fought Lord Commander." he says, clearly he only kept on his feet out of pure stubborness. He offers a hand to Silas so they might stand together."

Rumors of the Hart's opening had found Arcelia's ears and praises of the enviroment drawn her to see it during the opening. Tonight her body is wrapped in red silk and red chiffon cascades down her arms. The dress was embroidered along the hem with golden suns and tiny birds and her hair was braided, gold ribbon and glass red beads woven into each braid. She steps in just in time to watch Silias is struck and makes a small hissing sound made in sympathy as he yields. She makes her way over to Karadoc and slips an arm around his back, it is very platonic contact. "Cousin." She offers him a warm smile.


When the Lord Comamnder yields, Steelhart leans back in his seat with relief evident in his gaze, but there's still a grimness to his features. His hand lifts, tremoring violently briefly, but he stills it by settling against his weathered face to rub at slowly.

Leta takes some interest in the fights, professional interest at the very least, and watches one bout after another, focusing on the footwork and the clash of blades. A whistle slips through as the second fight draws to a close, and glances aside to Eleyna for a moment. But then she thinks better of saying anything, and just fidgets with her outfit, clapping a few times as the victory is called.

Silas accepts the help up and gives Edain a friendly, almost casual clap on the shoulder. "You've improved immensely," Silas compliments, seemingly not crestfallen at all at his loss. "I look forward to our next bout!" He chimes and moves to quit the ring, removing his helm and tucking it under his arm.

"And there you have it, people! Our steadfast Vermillion Drake advances into the next round with a ferocious showing of both men. Let's hear it for all our fighters!!!" Luca's practically dancing off the ring edge in glee at the turnout and the wonderful showings, stopping out in the middle once again as he helps kill time for Edain to rest up before the battles are on to the next. "Get your coin purses ready for the bets on this last bout, guests! This is what it's all about at the Golden Hart. Nimble versus steadfast, great blade versus longsword, and certainly even common man versus noble!" A pause as he lets that sink in, watches the crowd for any sparks of animosity flaring given recent tensions in the city between the two halves. "The Golden Hart is about bringing us all together though, men and women of all walks, combatants judged on skill, not birthright or equipment cost! This match up is perfect view of that, now let's hear it in one more uproar of applause for our VERMILLION DRAKE, HIGH PRINCE EDAIN, and the SILVER EAGLE, MATHIAS COALDUST!!!!!" The lanterns shine down on the two men signalling their time to move forward to glory and honor of being first.

Alis is overheard praising Mathias.

Alis is overheard praising Edain.

Ariel smiles warmly to Haati and says "Thank you, I shall indeed. I do adore the rum after all." Her attention then looks to Frederik as she says "I do not believe we have met. I am Lady Ariel Darkwter."

"Is everything alright, my Lord?" Umay questions Frederik, her smile softening to a gentle frown of concern after noticing the man's hand shaking on its way to rub his face. She lets him choose whether or not he'd like to answer before she turns to face the arena once more when the next upcoming matching is announced.

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

As his name is called, Mathias steps once more towards the fighting ring, saluting the crowd with a big grin before turning his attention back to Edain. "Whoever wins, reckon it'll be a pleasure facing ye, Yer Grace." he says to the High Prince, his words honest and true. "Let's make Gloria proud, aye?" And he takes up a combat-ready stance.

Again, the little princess applauds with deep respect for the combatants in the ring, her eyes dancing with excitment. She glances bout the room, offering a welcome smile to Arcelia as she arrives and joins Karadoc, who also gets a bright smile sent his way.

Valencia claims this

Arcelia has joined the corner table.

Mathias has joined the ring of valor.

Edain moves back to the Ring of Valor. He removes his helm, giving himself both a moment to get his wind back and allowing him to salute, Mathias with his blade. His helm is set back in place and then Edain says, "Gloria guide your blade, Silver Eagle." He says, raising his blade, and then once Mathias is set into his stance, he charges.

Also noticing, Count Steelhart grim features and tremoring hands, Valencia pauses her eyes darkening with concern. "Would my lord care for a drink perhaps? If you would allow me," she asks gently.

Mathias inflicts serious damage to Edain.

Mathias inflicts very serious damage to Edain.

Mathias inflicts minor damage to Edain.

Edain inflicts minor damage to Mathias.

Mathias inflicts minor damage to Edain.

Mathias inflicts serious damage to Edain.

Mathias inflicts serious damage to Edain.

Mathias inflicts moderate damage to Edain.

Edain falls unconscious.

And so the duel begins! Yet unlike Edain's previous match, Mathias is not wearing heavy armor. Instead, the man moves quickly, unhindered by his leather armor. Though he doesn't come out unscathed from the match, the new member of the Knights of Solace is relentless in his attack against the High Lord, delivering powerful blows that seem to almost ignore the armor, until at last, he delivers an upward swing that sends Edain off his feet and unto the ground. Mathias pauses, moving from his combat position to a more relaxed one, the claymore resting on his shoulder, and offers Edain his hand. "Ye fought well, Yer Grace! We did Gloria proud this day."


"I'm fine," Frederik reassures Umay, before his gaze flicks to Ariel. Her introduction as one of the Darkwaters has his features tightening with tension for just a moment, but he's polite, if incredibly reserved. "Count Frederik Steelhart, of the Highhill." To Valencia, his hand lifts and his head shakes. "...I don't drink anymore, your Highness, thank you." he remarks quietly, while his gaze draws back to the arena. One of the hits Mathias lands on Edain causes him to lean forward and frown again.

Alis still looks proud, dammit. She's stubborn like that. "Well fought!" And she means it! She does flag someone down to send Edain a shot od whiskey to fortify himself with though. A few of those hits look like they /hurt/.

Karadoc called out after Alis, and cheered, "Well done!"

Umay nods towards Frederik, smiling aside at him before she lets the fight encapsulate her attention. At the more suspenseful moments of the match, she reaches up to hide her mouth behind both of her balled up hands. She bites on her knuckle in anticipation, before she throws her arms up in the air to let out a cheer for both Edain and Mathias. She blinks at the outward reaction and grins before lowering her arms to resume her polite, if not still energetic, stance. She looks back towards the others at the table when she realizes introductions are being made, and she offers, "Umay Valardin, one of the priestesses of the Pantheon. A pleasure and honor to meet you all."

Valencia nods to Frederik and smiles, her eyes carefully watching him a moment longer before drawing back to the sands to sea Edain fall to the young Mathias' prowess. She applauds whole heartedly, "Bravo!

As Zhayla promised after her match with Mathias, she cheers for him. Edain has an entire kingdom on his side, though, so she doesn't feel /too/ bad about playing partisan. When Mathias cleanly wins, her cheer rises, this time encompassing both with a, "Well fought!"

There is something to be said for reach. And when you have the dissadvantage in that regard your window for mistakes is unrelenting. It is such an early mistake t hat has Edain realing on his heals as the heavy blade of Mathias' claymore smites him savagely time and again. Rebated or not he is feeling everyone of those blows in the morning. Prince Edain is nothing if not hard to knock off his feet. But Mathias' onslaught eventually sends him to the ground. Where he is just still for a moment as he gets his wind back. He eventually pulls himself up into a kneel and says, "A victory well earned." he says to Mathias as he pu shes to his feet.

Ariel applauds along with Valencia for the combatants before she looks to Umay as she says "I have not meet you yet either." Her attention is then upon Frederik as she says "It is a pleasure to meet you Count Steelhart." Then as Umay introduces herself she says "Pleasure to meet you Priestess Valardin."

Silas arches a brow at the flow of the next match and looks surprised when Mathias triumphs over the Valardin High Lord who had just defeated him. He raises his hands to applaud, before starting to remove the pieces of his borrowed armor.

Zhayla is overheard praising Mathias for: That's how you win!!

Silas is overheard praising Mathias.

Silas is overheard praising Edain.

Edain is overheard praising Zhayla.

Edain is overheard praising Silas.

Edain is overheard praising Mathias.

Edain is overheard praising Luca.

Mathias is overheard praising Edain.

Edain is overheard praising Valencia.

Vena is overheard praising Valencia for: For hosting a fun night of fights and food!

Haati nods to the table as the matches seem to be done, well the scheduled ones, "That was well done indeed. It is good to meet you also Count Steelhart and we have already met priestess, but it is good to see you."

Edain puts Golden Hart Arena Longsword in THE GOLDEN HART - Weapons Rack.

Umay is overheard praising Valencia.

Umay is overheard praising Edain.

Silas puts Golden Hart Arena Cutlass in THE GOLDEN HART - Weapons Rack.

Umay is overheard praising Mathias.

Gliding back to his spectator perch, Luca's no sooner atop it than he's wincing at that big blade taking a goodly hit at Edain with resounding clang probably. "It's going to be a vicious one people! Big blades versus bigger armor make for a nasty lot of racket, especially being moved like that as our predatory Silver Eagle comes out swinging hard and fast! But Edain's a man made of stoutest Valardin muscle and he's not going down without a fight! And seemingly not at all at this rate! Look at him take those blows! But even he's flagging!" And then as Edain goes down under tremendous amount of punishment, Luca's leaping off his judges chair and calling out above the roar. "AND WE HAVE OUR FIRST CHAMPION OF THE GOLDEN HART!!!! Let's hear it for them both and especially for our SILVER EAGLE, MATHIAS COALDUST!!!" Dancing out fluidly to the arena, he holds up something glittering in his hand. "You all can't see this, but I hold in my hand the first ever Hart's Favour token! This golden grants the champion and guests the right to the Champion's Table and all the hospitality of the Golden Hart from the best seat in the house! And grants the right for their name to fill slot on that wall until such a time as they must defend it and fail to do so! In addition, he'll be receiving a cut of tonight's profits and my eternal admiration as will all four of our fighters! WELL DONE! Oh, and next time, I'm totally coming for all of you myself!!!" Dunh dunh dunhhhhhh.

Ariel is overheard praising Valencia for: For being a perfect hostess

Karadoc is overheard praising Valencia for: For setting up an amazing venue opening night.

Luca is overheard praising Mathias for: For kicking ass and taking names without any fancy titles or need of them.

Alis is overheard praising Valencia.

Shaking his head, Agnarr clicks his tongue at Luca's last claim.

When he hears those introductions begining even as another fight nears its end Remi turns his focus back to those at the table. The man offering up as the bottle of rum gets set down. "Remi Thrax, Prince or some shit depending on who ya ask." A small smile taking shape over his lips as he reaches back out for the bottle looking over the others at the table. "So everyone enjoying the Hart for her little unveiling?"

Silas puts Amaranthine DireWolf Arm Armor in THE GOLDEN HART - Violet Armor Tournament Chest.

Silas puts Amaranthine DireWolf Cuisses in THE GOLDEN HART - Violet Armor Tournament Chest.

Silas puts Amaranthine DireWolf Sabatons in THE GOLDEN HART - Violet Armor Tournament Chest.

Silas puts Amaranthine DireWolf Gauntlets in THE GOLDEN HART - Violet Armor Tournament Chest.

Silas puts Amaranthine DireWolf Cuirass in THE GOLDEN HART - Violet Armor Tournament Chest.

Silas puts Amaranthine DireWolf Helm in THE GOLDEN HART - Violet Armor Tournament Chest.


There's no applause from the Count Steelhart, and Ariel's words are simply met with a nod but returned. He does attempt to reassure the women speaking to him, however, even as his gaze briefly slides over the arena once more, "...I'm fine. You'll have to forgive me, your Highness," he then states to Valencia, "but I came only when I heard our Prince will be fighting. I am told this is a fundraiser, for what, exactly?"

"If you will excuse me a moment. I must thank the combatants. I hope I will see you in the Main Hall for refreshements and our next contest," Valencia appologizes with a smile as she rises rom the table and heading down to the sand below to thank the combatants.

Zhayla puts
Bronze Lion Arm Armor in THE GOLDEN HART - Bronze Armor Tournament Chest.

Zhayla puts
Bronze Lion Sabatons in THE GOLDEN HART - Bronze Armor Tournament Chest.

Zhayla puts
Bronze Lion Helm in THE GOLDEN HART - Bronze Armor Tournament Chest.

Zhayla puts
Bronze Lion Cuisses in THE GOLDEN HART - Bronze Armor Tournament Chest.

Zhayla puts
Bronze Lion Cuirass in THE GOLDEN HART - Bronze Armor Tournament Chest.

Zhayla puts
Bronze Lion Gauntlets in THE GOLDEN HART - Bronze Armor Tournament Chest.

Zhayla puts Golden Hart Arena Trident in THE GOLDEN HART - Weapons Rack.

Edain puts Vermilion Drake Sabatons in THE GOLDEN HART - Red Armor Tournament Chest.

Edain puts Vermilion Drake Cuisses in THE GOLDEN HART - Red Armor Tournament Chest.

Edain puts Vermilion Drake Gauntlets in THE GOLDEN HART - Red Armor Tournament Chest.

Edain puts Vermilion Drake Cuirass in THE GOLDEN HART - Red Armor Tournament Chest.

Edain puts Vermilion Drake Helm in THE GOLDEN HART - Red Armor Tournament Chest.

Edain puts Vermilion Drake Arm Armor in THE GOLDEN HART - Red Armor Tournament Chest.


"Your Highness," adds Frederik to Remi, with the same tension he greeted Ariel with.

Umay inclines her head and smiles warmly at Haati, "It is nice to see you too. The Princess and I met at the Shrine during one of my rounds, and I am thankful for it. Otherwise I might have been so hermitted that I would have missed out on all of this." She gestures around herself with a sweep of her hand before she tells Ariel, "You may call me Umay, or Sister. Many people seem to have their preferences. Luca enjoys calling me Sister Umm." She looks to Valencia and inclines her head to her when the Princess starts to rise, "Of course! I would not want to miss it."


    Standing from ehr seat Vena nods to Agnarr and says, "For certain." offerign a bright smile as she claps along as the winner is announced and gathers her skirts to step down from the raised seating before letting the fabric drop and waits for a good time to wave to Valencia and calls, "I had a wonderful time Highness!"


Mathias grins. "Ye did well yerself. We all did. Gloria be praised." he says, before listening to Luca's announcement. "Ye just want the shiny for yerself, don't ye?" he tells Luca loud enough for all to hear. And he's smiling, boy is he smiling. "But let's not forget our hostess, Her Highness Valencia, for making all of this possible." And Mathias, though unpracticed with the gesture, bows in Valencia's direction.

Arcelia looks over to Umay and Frederik, faces she does not know, and offers them both a warm smile. "I do not think I have seen either of you around yet. Though I admit that I have not been here in Arx very long and have not had a chance to meet many people." She nods her head respectfully to each of them. "I am Lady Arcelia Saik, it is a pleasure to meet you both."

"Thank you all for coming tonight. Keep in mind what I've said about the unity of us all as a people and go enjoy the rest of the Hart under our beautiful hostess and proprieter, Princess Valencia Redrain, the Northern Fox!" Luca's voice is finally starting to give out a little but as he starts off, he pauses and calls out. "Oh! And before I forget! Some of all proceeds from tonight and hereon will be going towards charities of the Hart Council's choosing. War preparation, feeding the hungry, and the like probably top priorities in coming days. We'll as as people live to enjoy them and see the Bringer threat brought low!!!"

And with that, Agnarr moves to take his leave.

Agnarr has left the raised seating.

Valencia pauses to answer, Count Steelhart, "Tonight we raise funds for two things, my lord. Part of the proceeds will got to the Hart so we may offer other fundraisers. The anothe part is dedicated to the battle effort. It is my understanding that the people of the Boroughs need support more than ever to shelter from the coming battle. It is our aim to try to ease this need."

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

Passing the favour token over to Mathias with a clasped hand and hard thwak on the shoulder, Luca's proclaiming to him easily. "Abyss yes I do! That and just the joy of competiton of course!" Then aside. "But mostly the shiny! THat thing's been burning a hole in my pocket all damned night!"

Makes his way over towards the tables, as Mathias basks in well earned adulation for his victory. He is intercepted half way by the server that Alis sent with whiskey. "Thank you..." He looks to his sister and bows his head to her, "Thank you." he says, though not loud enough to carry across the room, b ut it's clear what he is saying. Stopping at the ringside table, Edain bows his head, "Princess Valencia, thank you for hosting for a good cause." He looks then to Frederik, "Count Steelhart. It is good to see you in the city of Arx. We need ever sword arm we can get right now."

Mathias puts Golden Hart Arena Claymore in THE GOLDEN HART - Weapons Rack.

Clad in red silks that embrace lithe curves, her raven-black waves swept up with simple jeweled pins, Princess Valencia steps onto the sands with a bright and excited smile. She glances shyly at Luca and takes a breath and then steps forward to address the gathering crowd with a sweet, honey smooth voice that rings loud and true, "Thank you so much. May I have a moment of your time? I would like to say a few words of thanks."

Umay rests her hand over her chest and bows partially to Arcelia, her own smile still warm and her eyes alight with a vibrant energy to them. "The pleasure is mine, my Lady! I am Umay Valardin, one of the priestesses of the Pantheon. Wonderful to meet you. Do you think that you will be joining in the next event?" When Edain approaches the table, she smiles at him in respect.


"I've only just arrived a couple days ago," Frederik informs Arcelia with a bow of his head, rising to his feet and watching the Velenosa Princess as she makes for the Main Hall, giving her a bow at the waist before she disappears, wincing briefly as he does, a hand moving to clutch at his side. He rises to his full height and then looks down at his hand briefly at Edain's greeting, before clenching it into a fist and putting it to his heart in salute to the man. "Your Grace," he greets. "My sword arm isn't what it used to be, but I brought my brother with me, and he's still the finest sword in the Highhill."

"Thank you, everyone. I cannot say how happy I am to see you all here. Tonight, we begin our evening of celebration as we mark the opening of The Golden Hart Gaming House and charitable society."

"The Golden Hart was created to be a warm and welcoming place where everyone is invited to gather to enjoy good company, fine drink, games of skill and chance, and perhaps win a little extra silver. It is indented warm and safe place where all are welcome. A place where the people of Arx can raise spirits as well as silver support good causes."

The little princess' voice takes a serious tone, "We are facing dark times, and now more than ever, it is important that we come together as one. We all must do our part to build good will, strengthen our realm and help those in need. And this is just what the Hart was created to do."

"As it is with such things, an endeavour as grand as this is never taken alone," she says, her voice filling with gratitude. "And so, I would very much like to say thank you to those who have helped us on our journey a we finally open our doors.... Prince Luca Velenosa, Mistress Joslyn Manicelli, Lord Asger Crovane, Prince Remi Thrax, Lord Dante Fidante, Lady Juliet Fidante, Prince Kieran Redrain and the esteemed Silver Consortium for their generosity and hard work"

"I would also like to say a thank you to Haati Wavehowler and Wavehowler Wear Arms and Armor for providing four sets of outstanding armor and weapons so that all who step upon the sands of the Arena have fair and equal opportunity to test their skills and hearts in the Ring of Valor," the little fox nods to Haati and the esteemed inaugural combatants of the arena. "And special thank you to those fought for you here today. Thank you all. You generosity and contributions will always be in our hearts."

"Tonight is the beginning of a new chapter for our Hart and we very much hope that you will continue on this journey with us as we endeavour to make a difference to the people of our realm. There is so much work to do, and we cannot do so without your support."

"Our hopes and prayers go to all those fighting to protect our home. We look forward to adding our voice and strength to theirs so that all may benefit."

"With life, love and luck... and a warm, full heart, thank you for sharing this moment with us."

Valencia blushes as she speaks far too long and fast for words. (ooc: *facepamls" sorry, wrong paste)

After stashing away the borrowed set, Silas goes back to the pile of his own armor which lay abandoned at ringside and begins to systematically re-armor himself again. An Iron Guard is always working, after all! Moreso when you're the Lord Commander. He pauses briefly in fitting his gauntlets to listen to Valencia's speech. He claps, again... albeit more clumsily.

Mathias chuckles. "Thought it might. Perhaps soon, aye? Don't take too long, that table'll feel lonely without some company." he tells Luca with a returned clasped shoulder. He then turns to listen to Valencia. And cheers for Haati when he's mentioned. "Good work indeed, Master Smith!" He steps away momentarily to return aforementioned fine pieces of armor.

Mathias puts
Silver Eagle Arm Armor in THE GOLDEN HART - Silver Armor Tournament Chest.

Valencia blushes. It is apparent that when the little Fox gets a chance to speak she takes full advantage.

Frederik is overheard praising Valencia for: Holding a fundraiser for the war effort

Frederik is overheard praising Luca for: Holding a fundraiser for the war effort


    Stopping on her way out, Vena turns around and shifts her attention on Valencia as she calls for it. Patiently awaiting what the pricness has to say. After the speech Vena claps for their hostess and calls, "Next time find me a worthy opponent and I'll give you a longer show!" with a bight and joyful expression and tone of voice. Clearly enjoying the matches that were had.


If Remi thinks anything of the tense reaction from Frederik the man doesn't show it, Instead he just dips his head and lifts it hearing the man's words before he is turning his focus to the Arena when Valencia begins her speech. The man giving a loud whistle and clapping as her last words fall from her lips.

Ariel is overheard praising Luca for: Holding a fundraiser to assist in preparing for the siege

Valencia looks a little sheepish, "Please, if you would join us in the Main Hall. Drinks are on the house!"

Mathias puts
Silver Eagle Helm in THE GOLDEN HART - Silver Armor Tournament Chest.

Remi is overheard praising Valencia for: The dream has come true, Good job vixen.

Mathias puts
Silver Eagle Cuirass in THE GOLDEN HART - Silver Armor Tournament Chest.

Mathias puts
Silver Eagle Sabatons in THE GOLDEN HART - Silver Armor Tournament Chest.

Mathias puts
Silver Eagle Cuisses in THE GOLDEN HART - Silver Armor Tournament Chest.

"You had me at drinks!" Luca crows out as he's going that way.

Luca has left the ring of valor.

Ariel smiles as she gracefully slips from her seat and makes her way towards the main hall with Minnow padding along beside her.

Leta watches the fight through to the end. The outcome makes her flinch, but puts a smile on her face only a moment later, and she does offer loud if brief applause. Then she settles in, to watch the competition wrap up and listen closely to the announcer, then to Valencia as well. She doesn't seem to mind the lengthy speech, and rewards it with another round of applause. Then she stands and straightens up, tugging lightly on her doublet. "That was interesting."

Ariel has left the ringside table.

2 Redoubt Buccaneers, Minnow the Ocelot leave, following Ariel.

Tikva has left the raised seating.

Alis inclines her head towards her brother as she sees his gesture of thanks, and then turns toward her table companions. "I think I will see what the drink selections are." It might be best if they have some non alcoholic ones, but she's not really counting on that.