Ford has joined the Shark Couch.

Fatima has joined the Shark Couch.

Sitting at the epicenter of the growing party, The High Lord of Thrax stands at attention to welcome the many guests attending today. While his body is no less battered and his face carries the fresh scars and bruises of battle, he still painstakingly raises to greet every arrival with a pat on the back and some hushed words of gratitude. He points each to the drinks of the bar and the platters of food ready to be served. Tonight will be no mourning, it shall be a celebration in full to the lives of those lost. "Thank for humoring me, boys and girls." His voice is gruff and loud as it calls over the pack. "Eat and be merry. Your life may well depend on it tonight!"

Quiet, a Valardin champion, Woody, an infantile Northern white-faced owl with soft gray plumage arrive, following Katarina.

Katarina arrives, following Abbas.

Entering and immediately making his way to a seat, Ford Kennex doesn't look like he wants to be here. A cursory glance is given to those already hear before he slowly sits down on the couch. He draws in a deep breath and slowly exhales.

Marian arrives at the event to raise her glass to Count Max Darkwater who is not longer with them. She moves stiffly, as if she's sore or possibly injured as she makes her way into the room. She gives a smile to the High Lord of Thrax as she makes her way in and greets him silently with a salute of respect before making her way deeper towards the bar.

Fatima has left the Shark Couch.

Ariel is dress in all black as stands within. More a shadow of herself than most might be usual to as the sorrow and pain echoes within her eyes. A glass of rum within her hand as she stares off.

Entering, wearing what is increasingly becoming her signature style (for now), Juliana has seemlessly blended Thrax and Velenosan styles. The cut and color have all the severity of Thrax, while the fabric leans towards the airy silks of the South. Her hair has been swept up and studded with the deep purple blossoms of dark geraniums, and while she is nto her usual effusive self, she is neither sombre, but rather somewhere in between. She offers Victus a proper curtsey, murmuring to him before she enters the hall properly, heading towards the drinks. Because she *is* Lycene afterall.

Carita drifts in, looking profoundly solemn. Stepping aside of the entranceway of the hall to greet the assembled with a perfectly executed curtsy, eyes cast down and away to make no eye contact with the polite gesture. She straightens up and proceeds toward an alcove to tuck herself into. Quietly watching the proceedings in an unobtrusive fashion.

Charlaine was there, she looks about as people begin to move in, and she turns to move towards Ford "Seat Taken?" she asks her friend before she looks over to the High Lord and his Thraxian family. A respectful nod is given to the Princess and Princesses of the seafaring family as she waits to see if she might join the Kennex at his couch.

Alarie arrives quietly in the midst of a group of people. She glances about the finery of the room, the fancily dressed people, the delicious spread of food. Despite there being a party, there is no smile upon Alarie's features. She moves over to the refreshment table, choosing a bit of wine to indulge upon.

The slight jeweler, as per usual for her, shows little visible reaction to anything going on with, unless a person knows her. As per normal with her she dips into a bow, ill done, for everyone. She greets no one and speaks to no one. Though, her eyes do dutifully lift to focus on the face of Victus, it is very rare she doesn't look directly at him. Off to a quiet little corner, a spot with as little people as possible, she moves and parks herself.

Sameera's

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

Dagon cuts a proper military appearance as he arrives, perhaps suited to the event, or at least his interpretation of it. In full armor and with Reafian at his side, he presents himself as a knight of Thrax, as Sword of Maelstrom before whatever else he might be, ready to do honor to a fallen fellow vassal - and acquaintance of whatever variety he truly was. As Victus seems strained making his numerous greetings, Dagon is quite happy to let his be brief and not burden the man further, a respectful nod of his head before he continues on... to collect a drink. Since those seem to be the orders. Once he has one, he looks around a little, picking out the more familiar faces to offer greetings as he might, Katarina as a familiar guest, Ariel from their prior happenstance meeting. In the end, though, he looks for family.

Ford lifts and drapes his leg over the other, lacing his fingers together and setting them in his lap. Deadpan would be an apt descriptor.

Charlaine has joined the Shark Couch.

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

Victus remains upright for a surprising amount of time as guests filter in and out, but eventually his patience wears out too thin to keep up the act. Drooping his shoulders and taking a much more relaxed posture, he is far more casual once everyone has entered and taken their places. The first person his eyes find is Ariel, in her black gown and sullen face. With some difficulty he takes his limping gait over to her, a bare tinkle of a smirk slowly setting on his face. "I'm not sure your brother would be happy to know how sad you look, Lady Stonewood."

Katarina has joined the Kraken Table.

Marian has joined the Kraken Table.

The sole Navegant presence, which is becoming more and more a thing, and probably a reason why Turo is Voice at this point, appears. Likely because his father couldn't be bothered to show up, his son gets shoved out instead. Which is fine, he was going to show up to this anyways. For the moment, the Admiral looks about, simply taking stock of things.

Ariel softly corrects Victus as she says "Marquessa Stonewood, High Lord, I am doing my best to remain strong though. Tears in our wake, not at our wake." A brief shadow of a smile given before she sips upon her rum.

A familiar face amongst the seaborne populace of Thrax, Katarina arrives presumably on the arm of Abbas, or one of his good men or someone, because they did walk in from the same place. She's not terribly picky on particulars, only that she made it here in one piece to join in the celebration of the dearly departed. A glass of tropical-flavored wine is procured from somewhere, a sweet coconut-based brew or some such, before she finds a seat at a table, out of it.

Clad in a black and gold tunic, Halsim has no trace of his usual robe on as he enters. The usually stoic investigator gives a sweep of his gaze over those present, his gaze briefly stopping on Alarie and Katarina, before stopping on Ariel. A few moments later, the islander grunts and moves to take a seat, taking out a notebook and glancing into it for the moment.

Charlaine nods her head to Ford and pats his shoulder, as if to say no harm was taken, as her eyes look over to Victus. She hrmps as she leans over to a passing thrall and asks for a few drinks to be brought to the couch.

Marian notices Katarina's arrival and heads over in her direction after she picks up a glass of rum at the bar. Her gait is stiff, forced as she makes her way over to the table where her adopted sister is sitting. She takes a seat slowly, being careful not to aggrevate her injuries and then sits back and self-medicates by drinking some rum.

A soft sigh follows Victus' words as Ariel replies, the larger man crossing his arms over his chest and nodding to her. "Tears in our wake, never at our wake." He claps her once on the shoulder. "... That's what all the alcohol is for." With a raspy chuckle, Victus leaves her to it and takes a seat just by Katarina at the table. Joining her cousin Marian, who he greets with a respectful nod.

Victus has joined the Kraken Table.

Alarie lifts her cup to her lips, sipping of the succulent beverage. While she sips, her gaze flits back and forth over the people present. Her gaze flickers to Halsim, blinking at the black and gold tunic. She moves away from the table, over towards Halsim, "I like that on you. Simple, yet the gold suits you." A brief smile is offered to the inquisitor.

Carita shifts, once, in the alcove. Clasping her hands into her lap, growing still.

Once she has acquired the requisite booze, Juliana is wandering through the room in an idle fashion, clearly looking for familiar faces. She sips her rum as she continues her idle roaming.

Abbas escorts Katarina in on his arm. And the Warlord picks up his sister Fatima along the way to adorn the other. Blessed to escort two exotic women to the ceremony his reaver escort carries two bottles of rum each and are in tow of the threesome.

The normal shy young woman known as Titania arrives and not dressed as she normaly would be, no she is dressed in leathers (https://tinyurl.com/y6wwamj6). Her steps are silent and graceful as she walks in not her normal small heals but almosy knee high flat leather boots. She looks aroun her ocean blue eyes taking everyone in. A deep breath is taken and she moves in further.

Warpig, 6 Thrax Guards arrive, following Dominic.

Sameera gives a frown about somethgn but continues to stay in her spot away from people.

Dominic barges in rolling a keg of Darkwater Rum, "Lookie here what I found!" He says, laughing and setting the rum on the table, "One of the first kegs Black Mountain brought to the Thrax Estate. Been saving it for a nice send-off." He looks around with a raised brow.

With nowhere to go, Turo looks a bit out of place. So really, he just looks to try and just stay out of the way of others. This leaves him wandering near the cross alcove, spying Carita. This place seems just as good as any other, so he nods towards the woman, a glance at the spot across from her. "Excuse me. This seat taken?"

Well, it seems everyone is taking to the table. So Dagon does likewise, once he has his drink. He remains mostly stoic in his appearance, neither boisterous in any sort of wake revelry, nor, well, overflowing with any outward emotion or sympathy. Perhaps he's not quite the most equipped for such things. But stoic and vaguely honor-ing he can do.

Dagon has joined the Kraken Table.

Dominic has joined the Kraken Table.

Fatima is hanging on the arm of her brother and nursing a drink in the other hand. She had started this morning, almost as soon as she was out of bed. Not a usual thing, but today it was a thing. Her silks were flowy and modest, but still vibrant enough to catch the eye of those present. Giving a few dips of her head, raising her glass here and there to new faces and soft smiles to family - the young princess peers around the room to see who was all here. Eyeing Juliana she blows her sister a kiss and gestures for her to come closer so she might properly give her love.

Dangerfloof, the Bearded Vulture arrives, following Freja.

Glances upward when Turo addresses her, blinking once. Carita shakes her head slowly, gesturing to the remaining seat. "Feel free, my Lord." Politely, she makes more room for the gentleman.

After a second, Halsim looks up from his notebook and looks to Alarie. "I just found the first thing that fit me at a tailor in the Compact ward. I'm glad to hear you like my taste in clothing." A bit of dry humor there, but nonetheless he chuckles, "I haven't seen you much lately. Been busy with your shop, I assume?"

Turo has joined the Cross Alcove.

Titania spots Carita and starts in her direction, there is a grin given to her. She stops when she spots Turo move to speak with Carita. "I hope that I am not interupting anything." she looks between the two her eyes twinkling. "I was going to join you lady Carita but if you have company." she gives them both a warm smile.

There is a noticeable brightening in Juliana's expression when she spies her siblings, moving to join Abbas and Fatima, Katarina also getting hit with her sunny smile. She sips her drink as she enters Fatima's orbit, leaning in to kiss her sister's cheeks. "Hello Fatima! I hope you're doing well?" She looks to Abbas, offering that same warm smile, "And you, brother, it is good to see you."

Alarie takes in a breath before letting it out slowly. "Not really. I have just been.." She waves her hand dismissively. "It would bore you." She gestures to a seat near him, "May I sit with you?"

Ariel nods at Victus's words before sipping more of her rum. She then goes to join Sameera, not saying a word and just standing near her.

Charlaine looks over to Ariel as she moves to sit, then her eyes move over to Carita before she hands Ford a drink when a few arrive for them. She is quiet and attentive to the going ons.

Carita looks up, shaking her head slowly at Titania, without much of any expression. "No. You are not interrupting, Lady Titania."

Dominic smacks Victus on the back, "Highlord, when the fuck we gonna see some good old fisticuffs them Darkwater boys are famous for?" The giant Prince says to the room, "Shit, I lost allot of money last night that I need to make up!" He laughs looking around again with a shit-eating grin on his face. He sets the keg up and cuts the cork so rum fills his large glass before corking it up again. Raising his glass to the air, he says "Tears in our wake, never at our wake. Max, you son of a bitch, you said you were gonna take care of shit and you took care of it. See you in the next life old friend." And Dominic takes a swig of his rum, wincing "Shit! Forgot how bad this first stuff was."

Sneaking would be a terrible social faux pas, not that Freja has a mind to pay heed to such things. The tall Redrain enters and upon seeing Marian, an impish smile curls her lips. Skirting the edge of the crowds she takes the long way to come up behind Marian, leaning forward with her hands clasped behind her back to say 'boo' near the other woman's ear. Leaping back in anticipation of a riposte, she laughs brightly, moving rather quickly in here aquamarine seasilk gown - sans armor for once.

Ford rises from his seat at the couch, glancing at those present and mingling and stalks towards the door when he sees an appropriate opening.

Ford has left the Shark Couch.

"Not a bother at all, Lady Titania." Turo shakes his head. The Navegant doesn't look to be in a bad mood, but maybe he's just not all that talkative today.

Marian was sitting there, enjoying a nice glass of rum with Katarina and high ranking nobles of House Thrax. Then Freja sneaks up behind her and startles her, cause her to jerk up when she realizes that someone is at her back. That was a mistake before she feels the pull of her muscles as she twists quickly to see who's there with a frown and then a growl under her breath as it hurts. She pauses when she sees who it is, "Your Highness...I'm sorry, I didn't see you come up." To give Marian credit, she doesn't lash out when she was startled, just a quick shifting in the seat.

"Go ahead." Halsim replies as Alarie finishes. "Very few things in life bore me completely... but sure, I won't press it." Halsim puts his notebook away, "Been pretty busy myself. Things have not slowed down a bit since the siege."

Victus raises his voice to speak from the table, "Don't remind them, Dominic. If Marian and I start brawling on the floor, I'll have to get our prices racked right the fuck up!" The High Lord laughs as he stands to clap forearms with his cousin Dominic. He also turns to regard his fair Warlord, whom he unfortunately had missed earlier! He treats him with the same, a warrior's salute which is followed onto Dagon as well. He shares a gaze of respect to all three warriors of his family. "Appreciate the rest of you coming, I was afraid we'd be seein' too much dreariness in here. It's why I brought the eyecandy." He humorously jabs his thumb toward Katarina with a smirk cast her way, that gesture sweeping over to Freja and Marian as well. "And hello to the Redrain princess, who got cleaned up enough to show her face in public."

Fatima eyes her little troublemaker trying to head for the exit. Furrowing her brow she disentangles from Abbas to walk over. Gently reaching out to take his arm,"Marquis...you need me to get you a drink?" Her eyes held his for a long moment before she offered her own goblet with a smirk. Tugging on him to come back and join the rest of them.

"It is good to see you again Lord Turo." she looks to Carita watching her for a long moment then reaches a hand out to take hers and gives it a gentle squeez and smiles, his eyes look around spotting Ford watching him then looking to the others, "Drinks?"

Katarina raises her head to look back at Freja from over a shoulder, startled a tad bit more than she managed to get Marian. "Oh, Princess Freja," she raises her glass in salute to the Voice of Redrain, offering her a bottle of whisky procured from somewhere on their table. "Care to join us? We were just toasting to Count Max Darkwater." When she's jabbed toward, her cheeks turn a light pink before bumping at Victus' shoulder with her own. "You're too kind, your grace. Give me a few weeks on the seas and I doubt you'll say the same though."

Ford was busted. He purses his lips slightly and turns towards Fatima, "Yes.. I think...many are in order."

Charlaine watches Ford make his way to the exit, then smiles slightly as Fatima catches him.. she sits then alone on her couch as she lifts a drink to her lips. Her brown eyes land on Victus and she studies him softly.

"No, no thank you, Lady Titania." Carita shakes her head, rising to leave the alcove. She remains confident on her ability to exit. So, she does.

If her glare could hurl daggers, Victus would be a pincushion. "I clean up nice, your Grace. I even put on a gown." Freja makes a show of spinning slowly in a circle, hands help up in mock surrender before she scratches her cheek with a middle finger. Her dark gaze shifts back to Marian with a ntoe of good humor, "You are alright. I like to make a game of it sometimes. If the greeting does not suit, let me know. Have room for another?" Then Katarina extends the invitation. "Depends, what are we drinking?" she asks as she settles into a seat.

Freja has joined the Kraken Table.

Fati simply gave him a wink and nods slowly,"I think that can be arranged, I mean this is a party after all." Leaning in close she gives him a kiss on the cheek and slaps his shoulder. With the other hand not laced through his arm. Taking him back toward her siblings. Pointing at Ford she smiles to Juliana,"You know the Marquis Kennex yes??"

Carita has left the Cross Alcove.

A glance to Ariel is given and a rare thing happens. Sameera gives a brief pat to her arm. nce that is done the jeweler moves to make her own exit. She came, she saw. She pretended she was going to be social. Now she is leaving. She's not discreet or sneaky about it. She just moves to make her departure. It's probably a surprise she even came.

The Warlord of Thrax is clad in his plain steel suit of arm. Two one-handed axes hang from his belt like lustful dance patterns fastened to his hip. Ebon eyes move across the room and the man grins a bit as he spots Juliana. There is a nod and a Thraxian quick smile cast through the war-braided beard in her direction and he watches her approach. "Sister." He greets in his gruff gravel laden manner and tone. The dreadlocked and fierce Bastard's Butcher seizes a full mug of ale in a glass and he steps to the floor and lifts the mug. The man clears his throat and states in a loud gravel tone:

"Lo, there do I see my father.
Lo, there do I see my mother,
My sisters and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people,
Back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call to me,
They bid me take my place among them
In the Depth of the Salt,
Where the brave shall live forever,
Where thine enemies have been vanquished,
Nor shall we mourn but rejoice,
For those who have died
The glorious death.

The Reave Prince tilts his glass back and he starts to guzzle until it is empty. And then with a turn he tosses the glass where it shatters against the wall in a /crash. "I stand here, Warlord to the fallen Thraxians that day. And I do not mourn but I call to them.. I shall see you soon you glorious fucking bastards. And tonight I shall drink, fuck, and celebrate your life of axe and blood! To the dead!"

Alarie smiles just faintly to Halsim, "There are new mysteries to unwravel, I am sure. Maybe sometime we could sit and you could share with me a few mysteries you are working on? Well.. things you are allowed to share with me of course." She lifts her glass of wine to her lips, finishing it off. She looks around at all the people celebrating the lives of those that were lost in the cataclysmic event. "I admit, I will miss him." She says softly. "He is one of the very few people in this world that I could to about anything."

There is a shake of her blonde head, and Juliana offers Ford a small, sincere smile. "No, I don't believe we have." She looks to Fatima and then back to Ford, "The honor is mine, Marquis Kennex, I'm Lady Juliana Pravus, sister to Princess Fatima and Price Abbas." She dips her shoulders in a half-curtsy and then looks to Fatima, "I am glad I had a chance to see you, sister. Sebastian is not feeling well, and I really should look in on him. I will however, return. I'm sure the revels will be carrying on for a while tonight?"

Fatima is overheard praising Abbas for: For being Thraxian through and through!

Katarina is overheard praising Abbas.

Turo has left the Cross Alcove.

Dagon's stoic take on the whole thing apparently has allowances for salutes. At first, he offers some general agreement to words shared at the table about the man being honored, lifting his glass somewhat in response to Katarina - even if hers was more in greeting, he seems to share her opinion. "He was a fine seaman, and resourceful in many things," he offers this, before acknowledging Victus' gesture with something of a like one. This apart, his glance is cast over at Fatima as she tracks down various siblings and other friends or family, and he makes sure she is issued a smile to notice he hasn't missed her. But then there comes a grand speech and toast from Abbas. And so, a bit more visibly (if still not *boisterously*) he lifts his glass to this.

Having made his appearance, Turo doesn't see much reason to remain. So he begins to head out.

Juliana is overheard praising Abbas for: Was there ever such a pure spirited Thraxian as he?

Charlaine pauses a moment and then she nods her head as she stays to listen to the words. she stands from her couch and she takes another drink into her fingers before she moves to the door herself

Victus is overheard praising Abbas for: Pure Thrax, pure might. Hell of a speech.

Ford lifts his eyebrows at being introduced to Juliana, "Ah, Lady Juliana, I've been told by several that you and I should meet." Then he dips his head, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Freja is overheard praising Abbas for: The Songbird of Thrax.

Marian tries to catch Charlaine's eye in case the girl needs a friend to sit with. With the toasting looses eye contact and turns her focus on Abbas. She raises her glass to him, saluting him for his excellent toast and then to the man of honor that is not with them tonight and then takes a deep drink from her rum.

Titania looks to Turo when he also gets up and leaves, the woman chews on the inside of her cheek when Turo does not answer her and leaves shortly after Carita does. She looks over to Ford watching him be introduced to people and so the leather clad woman sits in the seat watching everyone.

"Old and new. The work never stops... it just shifts priorities." Halsim grunts as he writes into his notebook again, then closes it and puts it away. "I don't drink, but I figured I'd at least take a look at who would come." Halsim leans back into his chair, "I'll be able to discuss thingd with you once I've had a chance to talk with the Countess."

Charlaine has left the Shark Couch.

Titania has joined the Cross Alcove.

Fatima smiles brightly at her brother's antics, though she too raises her glass with a single,"Aye." Giving her brother a slow nod and mouthing the word,'Yes.' As if it was all the acknowledgement he needed. Turning to look at Ford she gestures to Juliana,"This is the most beautiful soul I have ever met, she is exceptional in all ways but you little troublemaker best be nice to my little sister." There is a wink as she turns to beckon Dagon close so he may join the circle. "Dagon, you dare not actually leave me without a drink. Do you cousin?" She gestures at his shin's with a sassy grin.

Dominic claps at Abbas' performance, serving him more drink and handing it to him when he breaks his glass. He laughs and shakes his head, "Fine song. Now, I say in true send off tradition we must empty this keg and there is only one person here who has been able to out drink me..." The big-bellied Thrax looks around, his eyes first on Abbas, then Victus, then the Redrain and Valardin, and even the Grayson guest. He looks at Halsim for a moment and then brings his eyes back to the table. With a loud smack, the Prince brings his fist down and says, "Only one here..." An icy blue glare fixes on Fatima, "I want a rematch. Between you and me who can finish this keg. The first one done wins or last standing." The formal challenge was made to the Thraxian princess.

The High Lord stands at Abbas' words, his shoulder almost failing him from the pain it would take to hoist it up. But he does so even as it strains him, his mug held high as he bows his head in respect. "Do not mourn the fallen, they did their work and now they enjoy the rest of eternity in Mangata's arms. Celebrate what they did for us in the time they had to walk on this world. With sword-arm, silver tongue and wits. Give them thanks for being the best fuckin' men worth their salt they ever could have been." As Abbas finishes, so too does Victus raise his mug high.

"Tears in our wake, never at our wake!"

The faithful call of the Thrax house is punctuated by a chugging of rum, the empty husk of Victus' mug being tossed to the side a moment later. Planting his backside right back down to his seat, his pitch colored eyes move directly onto the gathered Princesses' as well. "Fair enough, Freja. See if you can beat Katarina in competition for the most eyes on you tonight. I'd add Marian to the mix, but her and I are busy competing for the most fucked looking split lips today."

Alarie leans back in her seat comfortably, folding one leg gracefully over the other. "Very well." She falls quiet as she studies him, "How are -you- by the way?" She glances up to watch Abbas perform. As he finishes, she gives a polite applause. There is a clear ammount of appreciation on her features.

The Warlord of Thrax takes the special rum from the keg. He gives a grunt of pleasure and starts in on the liquor. Abbas offers a toothy grin to those nearby and he seems to be happy to indulge. His lips part and he guzzles a bit before he wipes at his damp bearded mouth. "NEVER AT OUR WAKE!" Abbas growls out with the Highlord in unison. And then more rum. Always more rum. Never enough rum. But always more...

A moment is taken to appreciate Abbas' recital, a sudden and fierce smile forming on the Pravus lady's face. For a second, her Thraxian blood shows and she cheers in the wake of Abbas' words. After, Juliana turns to Ford and her brows lift, "You make me curious, Lord Kennex, as to who is telling you such things." And then there is her sister, heaping praise on her and Juliana's cheeks glow with a peach blush. "I am not!" Still, she is shaking her head and looking around at the revels starting, before she looks back to Ford, "I hope I have a chance sometime very soon to get to know you better, my lord. But I must run to check on our brother." She looks to Abbas and then laughs, "Our *other* brother." She leans up, trying to catch Fatima's cheek for a kiss. "I will be back, I promise!" And then she tries to hie off to the exit.

"Different than the songs of our north, but beautiful all the same. We'll have to exchange notes at some point." Freja compliments as a glass finds its way to her pale fingers. No matter its contents, she wets her lips. She taps the side of her nose, hmm'ing with a lull in the conversation. "This is to be a jovial evening so let us make it so! More song, share memories. Celebrate the life, do not mourn the loss!" She raises her glass in agreement, echoing the words of Victus. His challenge gets a shake of her head, curls falling free from behind he ears. "I would rather not. That isn't my type of competition."

Margot was here teh whole time. Really.

Ford smiles brightly to Juliana, "It would be a pleasure." Then he shoos with a hand, "Now go, if you go now, you can get back before all the booze is gone."

Dagon's shins are being threatened again, so... well, he can't really sit there and do nothing. Well, no, he could. Because he came in armor for this event, more for the symbolism than the functionality... yet that functionality does remain, and would likely ward his shins fairly well against Fatima's toes. Yet really, it's the spirit of the thing. And so, with a lightly exasperated laugh, he wonders, "What would you like, cousin, if I am going to fetch you something?" Though there is a pause to drink as the toast is repeated, the call made. Gotta keep up with the drinking. And, since he's going to get stuff, he probably should ask his wife too: "Do you need a refill, love?"

Fatima is a little surprised her Uncle would call her out like that. Normally a reserved sort of playfulness can be witnessed with Fati. Though she simply gives her little sister a kiss on the cheek,"I will see you later Jules, my Uncle needs me to show him how a real Thraxian drinks." Winking at her she walks over and gives Dominic a long stare,"You and me, this keg. Doesn't stand a chance but I just want to make sure that you're prepared to lose. This isn't my specialty, normally I don't like to show up my Elders buuuuuut. For you Uncle dear, anything." Grabbing a mug that seemed ridiculously large for her size she slams it down in front of the tap. "I hope you're thirsty Uncle."

Dominic says in Eurusi, "Rules are no Eurusi magic."

Henrik leaves, following Sameera.

Fatima says in Eurusi, "Fine, rules are rules. This time."

Abbas is overheard praising Victus for: A Warrior, a drinker, and a man to follow into the depths of the Abyss

Dominic fixes his glare on Fatima and nods, setting his conditions in Eurusi. He grins to her and fills her mug full of rum and then the same to his. "Alright, Warlord you be judge." And with a serious stare at Fatima, Dominic begins to chug down his drink.

Dominic checked stamina + survival at difficulty 15, rolling 20 higher.

Nicia late? Probably, maybe? Honestly at this point Nicia isn't sure, but she is here. She quietly makes her way in, hands folded in front of her.

Fatima checked stamina + survival at difficulty 15, rolling 3 lower.

Victus spotting Nicia from across the way, waves his hand toward her to join the rest of the entourage at the Kraken Table. "Lady Pravus, big fuckin' party is over yonder." He grins.

Nicia smiles when she spots that wave, starting to make her way towards the big party at the table, "It send that it is, Your Grace." She replies to Victus, inclining her head to him, then the others at the table, "A pleasure to see all of you again, or meet you for those I have not had the pleasure of meeting before."

Nicia has joined the Kraken Table.

"Overworked, but that's nothing new." Halsim gives an amused smile, "Recent events making it even more so." He shrugs, before he glances about, "Once things settle down, I'm hoping to go back to other pursuits... but I don't expect much of a break for a while."

Alarie nods to Halsim, "I understand." She glances back and around the party, "I think I am going to get another drink. She moves to rise up, gathering her cup.

Freja gices Nicia a crisp salute as she approaches. "Welcome! I am not quite sure what I am doing here, but I am glad to have you all the same! Freja of Farhaven." She introduces herself with a polite nod and raising of her glass, before promptly tossing that back to drain the whiskey(?) Rum?

Fatima was confident going in. This wasn't her first rodeo, but damn he had gotten better. Or she was now a lightweight. Whatever the fatal mistake was she downed the first mug, thought she was good going into the second but slightly started to feel faint. Shaking it off and muttering to him in Eurusi, she cusses up a storm hoping no one else in the room knew what things she was saying. Laughing her way through the third mug she starts fanning herself,"What the fuck is this Uncle? Are...did you poison me or some shit?" All her composure was out of the window, it was literally an effort of will to remain standing up straight. Sauntering away to go relieve herself there is a loud crash as she falls and takes the tablecloth on the table with her. Everything clutters around her, but she has gracefully lain herself out. Like she fully intended to be there. Running a finger along the floor and trying to look demure, Fati tries not to laugh, but fails.

Dominic laughs out loud, "I warned you, it was part of the first batch Max made." He takes another fill of rum and drinks it with meer before setting his mug down and walking to help Fatima up, "See, knew it."

Dominic says in Eurusi, "You are not a challenging opponent without your Eurusi magic!"

Titania stands up looking around her cousin is gone and so are her two friends, so here she is in the hall filled with many warriors feeling out of place she does not let it show, the leather clad woman moves to find herself somehting to drink.

Fatima says in Eurusi, "You fucking stacked the cards against me from the moment I accepted the challenge! You fukken salt baby. I will....next time. I get to use my mojo."

Well, maybe it's better Dagon never got that chance to get Fatima another drink! At least this way, he's not responsible later. There's definitely a concerned look that follows his cousin as she goes merrily wandering off and... oh my. "I should see if she's alright," he does tell Margot, before rising to head a short ways over to make sure his cousin hasn't died, although no doubt there's no shortage of people ready to help her. So he ends up standing behind Dominic, looking down at the whole mess. "You look about as bad as I did after that Valardin hit me." Maybe a bit of payback here, for her earlier teasing!

There's a quick smile in response to the introduction, "Nicia Pravus. Truly a pleasure to meet you." She offers before settling in a seat at the table, hands carefully folding in her lap as she lets her gaze wander across the faces of those gathered.

Katarina has left the Kraken Table.

Margotnods to Dagon quietly as she settles back to observing the gathering.

Fatima laughs at Dominic and takes the hand up, giving him a kiss on the cheek while he was bent down. "Thank...you for clearly setting me up." She pats him on the cheek a few more times and then furrows her brow at Dagon. "By the way cousin..../fuck/ you. Okay." Another chuckle as she steps towards him and almost loses her footing again. Smoothing the front of her dress she tugs on his arm. "Okay so remember...my gift right? Can I hold the sword now?" She spins around drunkenly and gestures for her uncle to back her. "Uncle Dom....tell him. Tell him." Her speech is only slightly slurred, surprisingly.

Chuckling softly, Victus takes another heavy swig of rum and shakes his head softly. "Don't worry nothin' about it, Freja. At worst, you see a man knocked on his ass. At best, you see a tin-man leave a hole in the ground when he falls down. But if sweaty combatants are your thing and a bloodbath as well, be my fucking guest. I'll tell you a story of it at least." He leans back far enough that his chair starts to slowly shift back to lean on two legs, his eyes switched to look upon Fatima and Dominic's competition. Which was going poorly for one of them. Ha. There is a wave levied Margot's way as she arrives, another to Katarina's departure and then his eyes set down on Nicia as she joins them. "Glad you could make it, Princess. I'm half expectin' those fancy clothes might get more than a few seafood stains on 'em by the time we're done though..."

Dominic laughs and shakes his head, "Always with the excuses." He helps Fatima up and to the table, giving Dagon a nod before settling her down next to her brother. Once she was squared away, the large Prince joins the rest at the table to drink and eat. He laughs again and shakes his head, "No remember Thrax drunk rule number one... No sharp stuff."

Marian watches her adopted sister slip out and then tells those at her table with regret, "I must be leaving as well." She smiles at Victus because she knows he's feeling her pain too, "But I promise to have a few more drinks to Max tonight in the privacy of my room." She can soak there in the tub and let some of her injured muscles unwind, "Draw a bath and relax but my thoughts will be with all of you and the wake." She then starts the ardious process of getting up so she can walk out.

Alarie makes her way back to the table, refilling her drink. She turns in time to see Halsim depart. She frowns a little and turns her gaze about once more.

"Then share some tales. Back home that is how we celebrate the life of those passed. Tell me about the man you admired, even hated, but tell his story all the same." Freja remarks to Victus. "And if the stories are good enough, I'll forgive the political incident that would be a few stains on my gown from food." Marian is giving a smile and a one-armed hug. "I"ll talk to you later, eh? Spirits keep you."

Marian has left the Kraken Table.

"Good bye, your highness." Nicia calls towards those leaving. She then gives Victus a curious look before starting to check for stains on everyone's clothes.

"Well, her dirty mouth is working just fine, so I think she's alright," Dagon declares, like a doctor making a diagnosis, which he shares in Dominic's direction. On the other man's declaration about sharp things, though, he seems entirely, 100% in agreement. So while he'll let Fatima use the arm she tugs on for balance, he seems unlikely to hand over any massively sharp alaricite blades to the drunk woman. "Oh, this is very much the last time I'd ever even consider it," he tells her, like a parent telling their child they don't get to touch the flaying knife. "You're likely to take out half the room."

Abbas is busy drinking and carousing. Rum and rum again. He grins at the band and a particularly lewd sea shanty. He joins in between long pulls of rum. THe man grins and then makes his way to the table. The Warlord spots his drunk sister and moves to intercede, "What are you talking about Dominic?" Abbas begins, "I once saw you play stretch with a throwing knife while pissed out of your mind. Didn't you skewer some fuckers toes?" He grins and then grabs Fatima and starts tugging her towards the dance floor. Because drunken dancing is the best dancing.

"What is it you do? What catches your fancy and strikes at your heart?" Freja asks of Nicia somewhat bluntly, but not without genuine curiosity. "It is just that I have yet to meet you and I like the details to go with the face."

Dominic flashes a drunk grin to Abbas, "We are family friendly Dominic now!" He says swaying and spilling rum all over the place as he stuffs his face. He looks forward to Dagon and Fatima with a chuckle, "Shit!" Dominic exclaims and stands up. He grabs an apple from the table, "What the fuck am I saying?! There are no drunk Thrax rules!" Dominic then looks around, pointing to Fatima, "Ok, everyone watch this. Fatima throw the knife at the apple." He says placing the apple on his head.

"History is written by the winners." Victus passes a wink to Freja at that before he slams another empty mug down. Enough so that some dried rum does in fact splash the front of his blood-black leathers. "Such as that, Lady Pravus." He says as he taps the front of his chest, his eyes firmly locked on the spectacle his two cousins were making. "Also, whatever they're doing is looking to get fuckin' messy."

Abbas. Upon seeing the apple. Puases. He goes to get his flaying knife to hand to his sister. He finds it missing. Oh yeah, right. Fuck. "Whose go a knife!?! Dancing can wait!"

"Um." That is Dagon's learned opinion of Dominic's idea. And whether Fatima is being dragged off to drunk dance or staying around to hurl knives, he takes a couple steps back. As not to be next to the guy she might end up hurling knives at. It seems like a good opportunity to slip back to his wife, in fact. Flee! Er, strategic retreat. "Could have been messier, I did my part," he adds, after Victus' comment on the rapidly progressing disaster.

Fatima is busy dancing jovially with her brother. Laughing all the while, the bright smile on her face almost rivaling her sister. Surprisingly once she was in the zone she was quite graceful, spinning around so her carmine silks swirled around her, showing off her slender legs for a second between pirouettes. Reaching down, she tugs one of Abbas' knives from it's sheathe and spins away. Bringing it up, to throw at Dominic's apple. "If I take an eye, Uncle this is all on you!" Fati rears back and tosses the blade, watching it spin through the air!

Ariel refilles her glass though remains silent through the whole affair. Her eyes casually watching all around her, flirtting from conversation to conversation.

"Do I dare to drink my weight in rum tonight?" Freja asks of the table with a conspiratory air, glancing side to side with a wicked grin and waggle of her brows. "Let us see who writes the history tonight - I thought to at least see -one- brawl." And then there is a knife being thrown. "Well. Shit."

Fatima checked dexterity + small wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 6 lower.

The knife spirals through the air but begins to sink fast, burying itself an inch or so into Dominic's thigh.

Dominic takes minor damage.

"Me? I'm a lawyer, so I suppose that books, rhetoric, and arguments are things that I enjoy. You?" Nicia wonders, her head tilting a little too the side.

Titania spots Nicia and moves over to her drink in hand, "Lady Nicia." she smiles to the other woman. "It is good to see you again." she is not dressed in a gown this time nope she is dressed in leathers. (https://tinyurl.com/y6wwamj6)

Alarie seems quite content wattching the very busy party. A slight smile touches her lips as she watches people play and enjoy themselves. Her hand goes up to her mouth as dominic gets a dagger into his thigh. Shaking her head, the tailor decides to slip out.

There is silence at first and then a bellowing roar, "MANGATA'S TITS YOU FUCKING STABBED ME IN THE LEG I SAID THE APPLE NOT THE LE- MOTHER OF." With that the giant topples and tries to pull the knife out.

"Shaman and a scout, occasional political savvy for Redrain. What books? Always found them fascinating. Most of our histories and tales are oral tradition back home." Freja says, soon followed by a bright peal of laughter that rings like bells in valley as the knife goes sailing through the air. "Is this open for crowd participation?!" She calls out.

Victus erupts with laughter as soon as the expected result happens. His ribs ache with pain unimaginable as he finds it useless to subdue the hilarity of this situation. Smashing his fist down on the table, Victus stands up and calls to his cousins. "YOU DAFT FUCKERS!" Spittle flies as he continues to bellow with laughter. "DO IT AGAIN, DO IT AGAIN!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAA!" Abbas is crying laughing at Dominic. "ONE MORE TIME!"

Dominic checked stamina + survival at difficulty 15, rolling 31 higher.

Dominic pulls the knife out and says to his cousins, "Shall I put the apple on one of your heads and try with a spear?!" At first with a playful challenge and then a jest as he slowly tries to get up, putting the weight on his other leg.

Freja is overheard praising Fatima for: Aim for the third leg next time.

Ariel finishes off her rum and quietly slips out.

Nicia says, "Hello again, lady Titania, how are you?" Nicia wonders, offering her a quick smile before glancing towards Freya, "Mostly law books, I'm afraid, very dry stuff. And contracts, I read those frequently.""

Abbas checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 15, rolling 22 higher.

Dagon resumes his seat near Margot, amidst all this, and even pulls his chair a little closer. Maybe he's worried about errant knives and is preparing to valiantly fling himself in front of her.

Freja is standing again and offering, "No, with a bow! Do it with a bow!" She claps her hands together with glee and asides to Nicia. "Nothing wrong with that! It is a strength I do not have. Would you ever be available to talk more on the finer workings of these..laws? Heathen and all, we don't know a damn thing. Daft." Freja points to herself with both thumbs.

Fatima snickers and tries not to laugh as Dominic spews his curses. "Oh Uncle you always say the nicest things!" Skipping over to him merrily, she stops and looks down at the knife. "You are seriously gonna wanna ya know, take that out...I could help you." She begins to bend down and then topples down next to him, descending into laughter.

Abbas grabs the apple and a knife and he looks to Dominic. "Catch." He growls and tosses him the apple and once he bobbles it or gets it he then throws the knife and it sails straight into the fruit. The Warlord goes and grabs a melon and he heads to the wall. "Get your fucking spear and pretend the melon is that bastard who fucked you but good at the sierge." The man grins and goes to the wall. He puts the melon on his head. "Don't fuck this up twice! I might have to shoot a lightning bolt out of my ass to take you out."

Dominic checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 15, rolling 23 higher.

Victus will be caught dead before he misses this spectacle. He pulls up his chair at the table even further along, motioning for the rest gathered there to come closer as well. This was way more entertaining than a toast could have been. "Oi, don't chop his face up, Dominic. He fuckin' needs it." Victus crosses one leg over the other, the pain of his body being forgotten for the moment as his focus remains solely on his own elation at this. "Hell I'll even volunteer if you need some motivation."

Nicia laughs softly at that, "I'm sure you're not daft, but certainly. I can come speak with you more about them anytime you'd like. Is their a particular point you've been questioning, or just in general?"

Dominic checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 40 higher.

Dominic laughs, patting Fatima on the side, "Trust me I can survive a stabbing from a princess. I've survived plenty of them." Without looking, Dominic reaches up for the apple, holding it in place for Abbas' knife which takes the fruit all the way to the wall. He stands up and nods to Abbas, grabbing his spear and adjusting himself to aim at the watermelon, "Fucking Brand, Imagine if I had brought that victory home." He reminisces with a boyish grin on his face before launching the spear home into the center mass of the watermelon.

"In general. I figure a Voice of House Redrain should have some semblance of how this all works." Freja waves a hand vaguely in the air as she drags a chair over to join Victus in watching the spectacle. A pointed look to the spot beside her is open invitation for Nicia and any others to join her. "This sure beats bear wrestling. That gets old."

Titania smiles at Freja and looks to Nicia, "Do you mind if I join you Lady Nicia?" she brings her up to her lips to take a drink and then looks to everything thats going on a small smirk coming to her lips.

Fatima is overheard praising Dominic for: For taking it like a champ!

Fatima is overheard praising Victus for: For such a Thraxian sendoff!

Abbas is overheard praising Dominic for: Always willing to be the first to get skewered at a party.

The spear hums through the air and sends the thing straight into the wall with a thud. The melon slides down the spear and falls of the end to split open and fall over the floor. Some poor thrall deliver food goes tits up and slips in it which earns a bundle of laughter from the Warlord. The man grins and goes to ofer Dominic a hearty shoulder slap as he heads to the table. The Reaver Prince settles down next to Nicia. And the drunk Thraxian leans into her and rumbles into her ear a moment. When done he looks to Freja and flashes her a smile and a grin. "We just went whaling north.." And Abbas laughs, "Fucking icebears are no joke."

Dagon has left the Kraken Table.

Dominic comes around with a limp and sits back after grabbing his spear back. He joins Abbas at the table, "It has been a long time since we've gone whaling. We should do it soon." Dominic grins to Freja and pats Victus on the shoulder, "Our Highlord's ship is equipped with a Redrain ram for one main purpose, the hunt of a mighty leviathan that if we could bring back - could feed our whole ward and more." He laughs and sits, wincing as he tries to apply bandages to his wound.

"That is a good point, yes. Might be a good thing to know something about it." Nicia replies, smiling again, "Perhaps early next week?" She wonders, glancing towards Titania with a smile, "Of course." When Abbas sits down and mummers to her she laughs once more before she leans over to murmur something in return.

Victus puts on a wide grin as he stands up tall, the spear mounted into the wall making him whistle. "Impressive throwin' arm you got, Dominic." He pats his cousin on the shoulder and offers the same to Abbas. "And impressive bravery lettin' that drunk fucker almost skewer your face." Standing between those gathered, Victus makes a sweeping gesture toward each of them in kind. "My turn. Who's volunteerin'?" His calloused fingers gripped hilt of the rubicund weapon at his back, drawing it out and letting the large axehead smack the ground with a 'THUD'.

Victus wields Victus' Skullsplitter Axe.

Dominic stands up without a second doubt, "I stand with you highlord!"

Fatima finds a seat at the table near her brother and the rest of her family. Looking over to Nicia, Titania and Freja she raises a glass. "To those brave enough to see a Thraxian wake to the end." Taking a long drink she sets it down and points at the Kennex girl,"Your cousin, the Marquis Troublemaker...he said such good things about you girl. It's a pleasure to see he was right." Her eyes shifted over to Nicia and Abbas, a smirk touching her lips before she winks at Nicia. "Victus, Uncle...you two should clearly duke it out. Or wait better yet! Fre-" Before she finishes Dominic stands up. Fati gestures to Freja,"You should take the victor."

Victus checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 28 higher.

"Early next week works - I have no pressing engagments that I know of." Freja says as she crosses her legs demurely at the knee, leaning back to drape her arms over the back of her chair. When Victus rises and asks, the scout raises a hand. But, Dominic has it! Whew. Close one.

The Warlord of Thrax spreads his arms out to either side. Fatima on one. And Nicia at the other. Butcher's arms slide around them and he kicks his feet up at the table. Metal clad steel sprawls back precariously and the wood creaks. Abbas realizes that in such a position he cannot drink at all. "Someone give me booze and pour it down my throat."

Dominic hobbles over to the wall, placing a large pumpkin on his head. He looks over to Abbas to continue his prior conversation, albeit drunk, "Alchemist use the oil from Leviathans to make perfumes and torches. I bet if we found and-" Mid conversation, the axe goes flying and slashes the pumpkin in half dumping all of it over the giant who laughs, "Good arm yourself Highlord!"

Freja also toasts alongside Fatima, "To the Last!" Her own House words, but still, the thought is what counts! "The victor? Fine, what am I throwing? I have my axes!" She pats the duo of rubicund at either of her hips.

Titania looks to Fatima she fights the want to blush at the womans words to her but she nods her head, she takes a long sip from her cup sitting near Nicia and the others watching silently ammused at the Thrax.

"As you wish!" Victus slaps a hand down. "Let me just..." He sweeps a hand over to grab a free bottle of rum, taking a quick swig and promptly chucking the now empty bottle to shatter across the room somewhere. Now properly 'warmed up', the High Lord sets his legs apart and heaves his axe mightily. With a primal howl, the huge thing goes soaring across the room and promptly slashes straight through the poor, decimated pumpkin. The rest of its blade cracks the wall behind it, its hilt still rumbling back and forth as it makes a clean cut straight through. "HA!" Victus raised his arms, then realized what a bad idea that was with the sudden pain that shot through his shoulders. "You live another day, Dominic!"

Margot is pulled out of her reverie by the thud of the axe, reflexively paling a shade before she focuses enough to realize no it's not one threatening to end her existancne. She lifps her glass to her lips and sips her drink as she glathers herself. Her free hand strays towards the hilt of the dagger on her belt and then away.

There is a quick smile, then Nicia nods, "Wonderful." When Abbas all for a drink to be poured down his throat she laughs once more before glancing at Fatima, "We have not officially met, I'm Nicia Pravus."

Fatima will raise her mug to Freja and slam the two together deftly. Not spilling a drop she brings it to her mouth and takes a few deep drinks. Though turning to look at the display between her cousins has her laughing once more. Abbas' statement earns him some narrowed eyes before looking to Nicia, Climbing over Abbas to kiss the other woman on the cheeks several times. "Normally I would give you a welcoming shank, but I am all out knives and you are far too lovely." Fati jests and then leans back, slapping Abbas on shoulder and then gesturing to Nicia. "You heard the man, pour it down his throat girl!" With that she slides back to her seat and makes grabby hands at Margot,"Oh Margot love come here, sit with Fati." The eurusi-arvani woman pats her lap.

Dominic laughs out loud to Victus, "I live another day, to curse the seas!" He says and settles down with a deep grunt, chuckling softly as his gaze took those around him. He then stands up and says, "Alright nature calls, be right back." And with that the Prince hobbles over to the latrines.

Dominic has left the Kraken Table.

Warpig have been dismissed.

6 Thrax Guards have been dismissed.

Margot draws a breath and rises, moving over towards Fatima with a faint smile. "Oh darling let us not threaten to shank our guests that is what the men folk are for isn't it." She breaths, the duchess offering a polite nod to Nicia as she draws closer to the half blooded princess. "Lady Nicia it is a pleasure to meet you."

Victus checked strength at difficulty 15, rolling 2 higher.

Managing to yank his axe free of the wall (with some now somewhat broken foundations on the other end in the hole it left) Victus turns toward the rest of the guests with a hearty grin. Reaching off to the side, he slaps a calloused hand down on another melon and raises it above his head. "Alright Freja, try not to kill me and we won't have problems." He nods to the Redrain, a brow being raised at the apparent dogpile that Abbas has begun.

Nicia looks momentarily startled at the threat of being shanked, so much that she's just sitting there with a little bewildered look, "Oh, thank you." She replies, then glances towards Margot, offering a smile, "A pleasure to meet you as well."

Freja gladly clanks her mug against Fatima's, evening having the spirit to chug a bit to keep up appearances. She coughs only once, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "Still not whiskey, but has a burn all its own...where did you learn to throw a knife - or not learn?" is the question aimed at Fatima before she is being called over by Victus. "Put a pin in that thought." She excuses herself, holding up one finger to the High Lord to pause him right there as she polishes off the rest of her mug. Her footsteps are quick, either eager to throw an axe or a retreat from the dogpile. "So where am I aiming? The pumpkin, melon, or...berries?" Her eyes drop a touch lower for that last one as she removes one of her pale, glacial axes from her hip to run her thumb along its honed edge, testing.

Titania watches everything the best she can she downs her drink and looks for more, her eyes looking around then ahh more and she pours herself more in her cup. "Dutchess Margot hello." she says to the other woman then she looks between Abbas and Nicia. A soft sigh is let out as she looks back to the others that are drunk and well having fun.

Victus rolls his ebony colored eyes at that. "You'll need more than spirits to save you if that is going anywhere close to the berries." Victus gives out a little hiss, feeling an added trickle of sweat running down his face from exercising his abused muscles for this. "If by melon, you mean THE melon and not my head, then you're golden. If however you're going to give me a haircut, I'd advise you that I like it just where it fucking is, thank you." Both hands now join him in hoisting that melon up nice and steady, still as it could be when held by an alcoholic on his fourth drink of the night. "Remember who teaches you how to sail, Shaman."

Fatima gives Nicia and Margot a playful pout,"Oh but they get to have all the fun as is Margot. Also, I thought Tyde was supposed to be progressive my sweet Duchess!" A playful grin touches her lips as she reaches out to grab her, tugging her into her lap and squeezing her gently. Then she moves her hair out of her face, showing off her beautiful features. "Now Margot...is an exemplar of Thraxian beauty. Look at how gorgeous she is, such fine coloring. Those lips are to die for and the grace that she carries herself with." Fati, clearly quite fond of the woman kisses her cheek. "I have always envied her a little."

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

Margot tsks lightly to Fatima, "Progressive? I think that's a misconception. We are efficent and practical. Sometimes that is progressive, but not always. Reckless change for the sake of change rather than reason is not always practical."

"Usually never." Nicia offers, a smile appearing for a moment before she looks towards Titania, "How are you doing, Lady Titania?"

"I'll leave the twig intact. Promise." Freja holds up a hand as she swears by that scout's honor. Pointing with her axe to the spot the others were standing, she directs. "Now, stand still. When I said I wanted to leave my mark on the world, pretty sure I didn't mean by painting the Thraxian' wall with a fine pink mist." Her posture shifts to stand perpendicular to Victus, feet shoulder width apart and thankfully to the slit in her seasilks, the stance is not restricted. The axe is brought at level with her eyes with one hand and she draws an arching line over her shoulder to the intended path of travel. Once, twice, thrice she repeats this slow mime before without warning the axe flies through the air, slicing the melon clean in two and embedding her axe -deep- in the wall behind Victus.

"You!" Abbas points to Titania, "I'm not sure who you are but.." He looks to Fatima and then Nicia. "My current companions fucking suck at funneling me the piss." The man comes back down with a *THUD* to the floor on his chair. "Will you get pissed with me? You look like you could use a good..." Dark eyes laugh as Victus nails his shot. Then he grins as the Redrain goes to partake. "...pissing... that doesn't sound right." The shit-face Warlord rumbles. His bronze skin is red and flushed with liquor.

Margot's blue eyes turn over Fatima, "And you are the beauty of Thrax Fatima, not I. I am pale, made for survival in a less colorful world than this." She eyes Abbas with just a slight shake of her head.

Fatima furrowed her brow for a moment but then slowly nodded,"Well I stand corrected." She pauses for a moment and then raises a finger with a smirk,"So then you would say that Tyde is pragmatic and considers their stances on all things simply the path of least resistance?" Fatima taps her lips with a pensive thought on her visage, Abbas' words earn him a slight glare. "I try not to make a habit of drowning my brother." The young princess turns to look at Margot,"Your words are too kind Margot, but they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Excuse me." Fati turns around with her mug and pours it on Abbas face, slowly.

Titania smiles looking to Nicia, "I am well Lady Nicia." she sips from her glass, "I am finding all of this very new and interesting." she looks over watching victus and Freja then back to Nicia abiut to say something when Abbas points her out a small smirk comes to her lips and nods her head, "I will Prince Abbas." she grins the leather clad young woman seems to haven lossened up a tad since the pool party.

Fatima says in Eurusi, "Sorry Abbas...I missed."

Abbas looks to Margot, "Don't you give me those eyes!" He growls, "I've seen you four sheets to the wind. I remember when we were young and I snuck in a bottle of rum I stole... and..." Oh! Is that his sister. Abbas just opens his jaws wide and tilts his head back. Eyes closed. And he gets the mug poured all over his face and breastplate. He drinks some of it. And gurgles for a while before he swallows. Drenched all over. "THAT'S the GOOD life!" And as his head comes up and he gives a dog like shake that showers those nearby. And hopefully Margot too. He grins to Titania. "That's the spirit! A contest of shots of rum?!?"

Nicia laughs quietly, "This is Lady Titania." She offers by way of introduction before the sudden pouring causes her to leap to her feet, moving to the side to avoid getting accidentally wet. Her brows inch upwards just a fraction, "In that now, I believe I should be going. It was a pleasure to meet you all."

There comes a quick draw of breath from the Thraxian as the axe sails straight over his head, but his face doesn't break form for a moment. Blinking once, twice, his grin spreads back out ear to ear as the crimson juice from the melon itself spills out down his back. Laughter bellows from Victus all the same as he throws the discarded food to the floor and looks behind himself at the Shaman's axe. "This party is gettin' more expensive than I expected." He'd muse to himself, his expression turning back to Freja. "Good fucking shot. Not as good as mine, but still good."

Margot gasps softly and leans back to get out of the way of any splattered alcohol. "Indeed you have seen me drunk Prince Abbas." She rises. "But tonight is not that night I should get home. I will see you all soon..."

"Oh?" Freja intones with a tilt of her head as she walks over to wrench her axe free from the wall. She wipes it off on the hem of her dress, unphased as she retorts. "Not as good, no, but -much- better. I applaud your efforts your grace, admirable even. We can see to a tie-breaker if you find yourself turly wounded in pride." There is a haughty challenge in the upwards tilt of her chin, negated by the rare smile gracing her lips as she calls over to the table to Fatima, Abbas, and crew. "What stakes and what should the next round be? Make it a rousing good one!"

Fatima stands up quickly and dons a sad expression,"Lady Nicia, my apologies. I did not mean to offend you, I am so sorry." She walks over and removes her head scarf, her raven locks coming free as she tries to dab off anything she might have accidentally gotten on her. "I did not think about it!"

Titania grins watching Abbas getthe glass poured over his face nodding her head looking to Nicia, "Perhaps in a day or so we can meet up and talk." she looks to Abbas slipping from her seat moving closer to him sitting down the leather of her pants making that soft leather creaking souund. "Alright, contest of run shots it is!" she watches the Prince her ocean blue eyes looking to his own.

There is a quick shake off her head, "No, your highness, you did not offend me. I assure you." Nicia replies, glancing towards Titania with a nod, "Certainly. Good luck with your competition." She then glances at Abbas, her expression amused, "I shall see you later?"

"Margot and Dagon were meant for each other." Abbas asserts with a grin. Dark eyes slip into the depths of those ocean blue waters. And the Warlord's devil's brow goes up to sharp points. He fumbles for a couple of glasses and the leftover keg. "Dominic... that animal loving heathen sure takes a long crap." He grunts and helps himself to the key. He starts pouring generous shots of rum and lines up two dozen or so on the table. In case anyone else wants to play. The man then takes one from the pile and slides it his way. Another in Titania's direction. Abbas nods over to Nicia. "Sure, I'll head over later to your district."

"Perfect." Nicia replies before heading off.

Nicia has left the Kraken Table.

Abbas checked stamina + athletics at difficulty 5, rolling 7 higher.

"Are we making a sport of noble women trying to kick my ass?" Victus chuckles softly as he narrows his eyes toward Freja. Friendly in nature, but that competitive edge wasn't taken away with the added booze. His eyes turn toward the table as he gives the Shaman a rousing 'SMACK' on the back. "And I can tell you for sure that I'm far more in a bit of a tizzy than your fuckin' boat nap." There comes another laugh and a roll of his eyes as he observes the drinking contest with bated breath.

Titania checked stamina at difficulty 5, rolling 9 higher.

Fatima sits down after Nicia and Margot heads off. She pouts and crosses her arms and legs,"I think I play too rough for the girls." Shaking her head she chews her bottom lip and stares into her cup with a slow blush creeping to her cheeks. Embarrassing! Fatima will continue to sit there for a long while, drinking from her mug before she just asks for water. Clearly a bit put out that she was the last one standing, well besides Titania and Freja. Sighing she just puts her head down on the table.

Metal clad fingers, a wet bear, wet dreads, and a sticky face full of liquor. Abbas smells like he fell into an ocean of booze. He's grinning from ear-to-ear as he takes the first shot. Well, double-shot. And he dons it and sets the glass down and drags another to the front.

Titania watches the thrax Prince pour the dozen or so shots of the rum, licking her lips she breaths deeply watching him slide one over to himself and then one to her. Picking up the shot she grins at the large man and downs it setting it upside down on the table and does much the same as Abbas and slides the next one up.

Abbas checked stamina + athletics at difficulty 10, rolling 14 higher.

Titania checked stamina at difficulty 10, rolling 2 higher.

"It isn't a sport moreso than it is a fact of life now. Backing down? You're disappointing me." Freja remarks to Victus, forced forward half a step from the force of his 'SMACK' to her back. "Well, lets get me in a tizzy then. Drinking is one thing Redrains can do well in addition to axe throwing. Besides, it looks like she could use come company." Sticking her tongue out at Victus, Freja hipchecks him before moving over to tap Fatima on the shoulder. "Room for another. Or well, two. This followed me home. Can I keep it?" She makes the doe-eyed, pouty face at Fatima as she jerks a thumb over her shoulder to indicate the High Lord.

The Warlord looks over to his sister and then he leans over and rumbles into her ear. He sits back up and then grins over to Titania. Abbas' chair scccccccraaaaaaaapes as he slides it in rough movement to be right next to the woman. He leans against her with his metal shoulder and he states, "This is..." He stares at the double of rum. "Cod's play." And he draws his head back and downs it and waits for her to do the same.

Victus carelessly tosses his axe atop the pile of discarded rum and other assorted seafood scattered across the table. He'd follow in Freja's wake, not bothering to entertain her mocking with a response. Well, maybe a little one. "She likes to think she can scare me. I let her, because I feel pity for her tiny, tiny self." Victus scoffs with humor as he takes a seat opposite to Fatima, leering back and folding his hands behind his head to relax. This was a proper Thraxian wake, with all the blood and disaster that would come of one. "For the record, I have 50 coins on Abbas."

Fatima sits up at the feeling of Freja's hand on her shoulder. Fati is smirking, her expression grows brighter as she looks over to Victus and then back to Freja. "If you teach me how to wrestle ice bears then you can keep him." Fati laughs and then leans back in her seat, gesturing to the mug of rum. "I can't possibly finish it." A glance is spared to her brother as she smirks and nods at his words. "Thanks brother, you always know how to cheer me up."

Freja holds out her hand for a shake to seal the deal. "See? There we go, and they said I would never be good at negotiating trade. I'll teach you to wrestle ice bears and I get to keep Victus." She nods once with finality before turning on Victus, "I am -this- shorter than you! Not tiny!" she holds up her forefinger and thumb roughly three inches apart as 'proof'. "Men. Jerks." she feigns being in a huff, going for the rum that Fatima couldn't finish.

Titania breaths in deeply as the large man comes in closer to her and leans on her, she may look small but she holds her own, looking to him when he leans in and shows her. She grins moving to take the shots and leans her head back and downs them. "Cod's play." she repeats looking to him her eyes twinkling now.

Abbas checked stamina + athletics at difficulty 15, rolling 3 lower.

Titania checked stamina at difficulty 15, rolling 9 higher.

6 Thrax Elite Guards, Dog, an oversized puppy arrive, following Donella.

The Warlord grins, "I'll have you know..." The man was trashed. So fucking trashed. Abbas starts and leans against Titania and tosses an arm around her as he begins to slur with a cocksure boisterous nature about him, "I once found a nest (nest?) of sirens..." He begins. Sirens sounds like 'shhhhyrens'. "And their eyes were.. *HICCUP* ... were..." He grabs the shot and tosses it back. He swallows, "...were not as pretty as yo..." And *THUD* Abbas slides right of the chair to land on his armored ass with a /CRASH/. And his head falls in Titania's side as he sits and starts to SNORE.

Opening his mouth to throw another wave of scolding toward Freja, Victus' voice catches in his throat as he spots Donella and her two twins- No wait, just Donella walking in. The Crosses Hall had drink and food scattered all about. There are three separate holes in the wall, each one deeper than the last and the innards of pumpkins and melons decorating the dance floor. There's also a little spray of blood just a few feet from the table where a drinking contest was currently being held. One which Abbas had just lost it would seem.

Victus waves a little sheepishly. "... Hello, cuz."

(Dominic fell in the pisser and never returned after fatima stabbed him in the leg trying to take an apple from his head. There is a speared watermelon on the floor. An axe split pumpkin. A knife sticks in the wall piercing an apple. And the shit the Redrain did. Abbas snores. Glass has been smashed everywhere. And a band plays lewd Thraxian sea shanties.)

The shit the Redrain did was just one axe mark. ONE.

Fatima looks up to Donella with a bit of an 'Oh shit' expression. Biting her bottom lip she sinks down slowly and quietly. Staring down into her cup as she slowly swirls the alcohol around the glass.

Freja checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 15, rolling 0 higher.

Titania giggles watching Abbas wrap a arm around her and start to attempt to complament her but then he is down! Man down! man down! her giggle turns into a full blown laugh when The Warlord slips off his chair onto the ground and is out cold. She looks to him as his head leans on her, she takes another shot and places it down. "I win!" she calls out with a laugh.

Donella checked composure + diplomacy at difficulty 15, rolling 21 higher.

Freja isn't exactly going 'oh shit' in her expression and breaking a sweat, but she isn't contributing to Victus' recovery. What does the Redrain do? Well, that perfectly timed sip of the mug that drags on forever. Her cup may even be empty at this point, but she still acts like she is drinking as she vollies her gaze between Victus and Donella in an invisible tennis match, Williams sisters style.

Donella stops in the door, her toes tap-tap-tapping on the stones as she views the scene. Its hard to describe the expression on her face: a touch pinched and more than slightly judgmental. Her eyebrows arch, and she says in a calm and resonant tone. "I see the we have really risen above ourselves, this evening. Feteing our war heroes, waxing nostalgic about the honored dead..." as she wends her through. She nudges with the tip of her shoe a broken shard of pumpkin shell, laying about where they found the husk of her grandfather, flicking it aside, training its slimy, orange ichor and seeds. "Good evening."

Abbas SNORES and avoids the tennis match.

(Is that orange slime on Victus' rubicund axe?)

The High Lord's crown sloooowly went crooked on his head, the coronet falling to the side and hanging down one of the braided tails that made up his hair. With a deep, satisfying clear of his throat, Victus rose in place. Suddenly the adrenaline of the evening all but left him. A hiss of pain followed as his battered body heaved forward just a bit. Yeah, maybe getting in axe throwing contests and spacing bottles was not the best thing for an aching soul. "We've drunk to the Count's memory and celebrated those who died in the siege..." He coughs again, grabbing the hilt of his now orange and slimy rubicund axe, dragging it across a mess of broken bottles and rolling empty mugs of rum. The axehead taps the floor as much of the mess is cleared aside. "... I'll pay for all of this."

Dominic comes back into the room from the shitter, "OK SO VICTUS, TELL THEM ABOUT NOODLING. THEY DO NOT BELIEVE ME." The Prince seems to hobble into the room with a bloody wound on his thigh.

Freja checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 20, rolling 5 lower.

Donella checked composure + intimidation at difficulty 15, rolling 19 higher.

The noodling does her in and Freja chokes on her rum, mug dropped as she pounds a closed fist against her sternum as she struggles for breath.

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

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

Fatima tries to look away from the judgemental looks Donella was throwing. Her eyes shifted back and forth in a shady manner as she clears her throat. Turning her body to face her cousin as she puts on her best good girl, spoiled princess look. "Donnie, now I know what it looks like but really....I just....I had a few drinks." She slinks down further in her seat with a nervous laugh, loudly sweating.

Abbas SNOOOOOORES. He then wakes up and asks, "Noodling?" And then he looks up at Titania, "I mean, shouldn't we go to my room first?" And Abbas tries to get up. He reaches for the table, for Titania's thigh. And he heaves himself up and gets to a stand. He then goes head first right into the kraken table. SNORE.

There is a soft giggle at Abbas as he thought she was the one talking about noodling and then the words of going to his room. There is a bit of a blush that comes to the young womans cheek and a soft gasp when he puts his hand on her thigh and heaves up and then into the table he goes and she laughs.

Donella takes a deep, cleansing breath. Wax on, wax off. She stares at the family, and the guests. Butter would not melt in her mouth. The ceiling decoration and the wreck of the crockery. She ticks her fingers against her side. "Yes, I daresay you will," she promises her cousin Victus, solemnly. None of the good girl, looks, or the crashing about of the princes seems to warm her gaze. "It looks like some of you are, already." It is as though she is selecting the lobster that she wants to eat from the tank. A long, stretching moment of tension, and Donella picks up a half-empty glass of something, gives it a sniff and then just as coldly drops it to shatter. "I just came from a chitchat with the Faith, Your Grace, regarding the land we have offered to give them, and the vow which Abbas is going to make. Which I knew nothing about. I'm tired. Aren't you tired?" Leveling her eyes on Victus, she says to all of it, "Nope. Enough. Just fucking...enough. Finally, enough. I'm out." She turns abruptly on her heel, and snaps her fingers. Six guardsmen and one ginormous floppy pup go skidding after her.

6 Thrax Elite Guards, Dog, an oversized puppy leave, following Donella.

Dominic winces and moves to the side as Donella walks out. He glances around the room while he finishes buckling his belt and nods looking over to Abbas with a raised brow, "Vow?"

Victus checked composure + intimidation at difficulty 15, rolling 3 higher.

The High Lord slowly rubbed his hands together as he bore the brunt of Donella's tirade, his gaze cast down to the table below. If there was anything to make him sober up quick and steady, it would be hearing a lecture from one of his most trusted advisers. He slowly forced himself into a proper posture, legs aching and the muscles of his chest protesting loudly from the pain that shot through him, but he held it together. He doesn't meet anyone's gaze as he speaks. "Thank you all for coming to honor the memory of the lost. See yourselves out when you feel appropriate. The wake is adjourned." Limping away from his chair, the High Lord's axe drags a trail of sparks in his wake as he makes for the door.