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

The sea is relatively calm, expansive, dark waters with rich hues of blue and green. Maelstrom towers in the distance. It is a bright and sunny day, with enough wind to make for good sailing. Large boats are situated in the open waters, each one with a bright colourful flag to identify it. There is a floating dock with an observation deck, welcoming spectators. Large festive flags in turquoise and red extend from posts placed in each corner. Attendants dressed like sailors walk around, providing people with sparkling wine from Southport and little parchment packages of breaded and baked strips of local clam. There is a small, three pieced band that plays a variety of sea shanties between competitions.

Cesare has joined the a large boat with a yellow sail.

Mattheu has joined the a large boat with a yellow sail.

Martino has joined the a floating dock with seating area for spectators.

Sira has joined the a floating dock with seating area for spectators.

Romulius Thrax is seated on the observation dock, cerulean gaze turned out towards the competitors on their ships, the faintest hint of envy present. From his position beside the Warlord of Thrax, it's easy enough for him to have a full purview of the event - fortunate, given that he's meant to be acting as one of its arbitrators. He's largely silent so far, save for a muted conversation held with Galen; with the occasional glance towards Denica, it's apparent that he's waiting for the regatta's hostess to formally address the attendees. Dressed in silvery-white diamondplate and with a sheathed greatsword by his side, he at least strikes the image of imperious authority to be expected of a scion of Thrax, the royal house's ancestral home looming in the distance.

Rook stands proudly with one foot resting on the prow of the boat. Until it starts to move, and he nearly falls into the drink before they are barely away. "This may have not been my best idea.."

Ryhalt is standing on the ship with green sails, chatting with Rook and Raven. His Ducal finery has given away to practical clothes suitable for being on board a ship and he has a general air of happy excitement.

Having never been out to sea before, Vashtalyn decided it would be a novel idea to join the spectators for the naval regatta she heard about. It's clear she's already regretting that, for she is looking a little green as she gets off the boat, and into the floating dock set up for spectators. Wobbling a bit until she gets used to the bobbing up and down of the floating dock, she makes her way over to a place to sit. Two men accompany her, and to one of them she groans, "Remind me, Keme, never to get on a boat again." The man chuckles and laughs. "You are not made for the high seas, but for the open plains, yes Vashtalyn?", and both of the men laugh, while the Ravashari merchant glowers.

Raven adjusts her tricorn hat and inspects her ship for the event. For the occasion her left arm is out of it's sling though she very heavily favors her right. She pauses then and crosses her arm, inspecting her crew with a critical eye and press of lips. She grabs a peice of rope that's not claimed by other rigging and ties a noose. She then widens it so it's about a meter wide and approaches Rook. "Arms up." She commands. Assuming he complies she'll toss it over Room and then cinch it just under his arms, the other end is tied to the railing.

The day has finally come for the games that the hosts have so diligently worked to put together. The Warlord of Thrax sits next to the newly commissioned Deputy Warlord Prince Romulius, Princess Denica, and Duke Martino. He is dressed in his more elegant exotic leather armor with a war hammer strapped to one hip and his sword on the other. The Prince's hair is tied back in a neat ponytail and Galen's pristine warstache is styled and perfectly

Mattheu jingles as he heads towards the ships, a nod to the others as he takes to the deck of the yellow sail. A small motion of his hand and a bell is tied onto the nest at bow of the ship. "There, good luck for the ship." Looking back to the others with a broad smile, Vashtalyn and Rook are given a smile, as he yells across the decks to them.

Mattheu says in Ravashari, "A little friendly boat race, eh? Are we to seek out who has the best bells among us?""

Having aided with the setting up, and by aided he paid someone else to do it, the Duke Martino Malvici from the southern House of War is stood upon the observation deck with the others. His gloved right hand over his brow, his gaze across to the boats as he is peering a-far at those setting up. A low laugh touching his voice, a flicker of his lips into a faint smile as he murmurs with those joining him on the observation deck, "Why it is quite the good day for it. Excellent planning by me. Last I took a boat we met a horrible storm, left too quick and should have waited."

Thea is ready, for whatever. She's dressed in nothing out of the ordinary. Leathers. Boots. But she's ready on the boat. Not HER boat, but she's there. The now Oathlander, once Velenosa. "Lets see what this is made of, yeah,"she calls over to her crew.

(Galen continued) manicured. He too is mostly silent though he converses in hushed tones with those near him. Stormy blue eyes reach out over the ships and those gathered.

Drake isn't a practiced sailor, but he can support by pulling riggings, climbing, and doing the work of assisting. Mostly, he's happy to support Thea in this. He takes a breath of the salt air and prepares himself.

Rook certainly does his best to comply, following every instruction from his hired and well compensated Captain.

Haakon is aboard the red sailed vessel, weight shifting unconsciously with each pitch and swell of the waters below. The prodigal reaver is eyeing the looming silhouette of Maelstrom fortress in the distance, a curious look of dey amusement curling his scarred lip at the sight. "Fortune is a curious thing," he muses aloud, while awaiting the start of the festivities.

Orland was welcomed to join Countess and Count Wyverheart's ship, wwhich considering he didn't make his own appropriate plans to join in with his brothers from the Order of East Light, there's evident gratitude for being able to participate showing. He's helping with the oars on the long boat, taking a place along the rowers. With a flask at hand, he takes a quick sip of rum, hosting it up toward Thea, "Aye aye!"

Aedric Blackshore leans comfortably against the yellow-sailed ship's mast, his arms folded neatly across strangely emblazoned breastplate. He stares forward and at nothing in particular, the sailor seemingly content to stand idle until the first competition's rules are announced and formally begins.

Sira has settled into a seat on the floating observation deck, a touch of nervousness in her unique blue-gold eyes. Her attention flicks to Rook, head shaking. "I'll be looking for a new patron before this is over," She mumbles to herself as the Crown Minister of Coin nearly splashes overboard. There's a glance around for other familiar faces, but they seem to be few. Denica gets a brief wave of greeting; however the curly-haired seamstress appears opposed to making any large motions that may set the dock moving. In fact, anyone who does cause the platform to move gets a look. Not a very kind one.

Ian is a little uncertain on his feet on the pitching deck of his ship; his cane is nowhere to be seen, which leaves both hands free to steady himself from time to time on a railing, or a mast, or Haakon -- whatever's available.

Cesare had no intention of being on a ship today! And yet, he is. Purple as a twilight breeze, he's at least dextrous and quick, and has apparently made the executive decision that his role in the competition is to provide morale improvement by belting out an alarmingly bawdy sea shanty about mermaid nipples. What color /are/ they? Pink? Blue? Green? Purple? Tis a mystery for the ages.

Jasher stands aboard the longship flying a red flag with his two teammates, garbed in protective exotic leathers that strain over musculature that flexes as he stretches his arms and legs out in preparation for the impending physical exertion he's likely to expend for this competition. When limber enough, the man throws his gaze across the water to the other boats featuring flags of various other hues, curiously observing the composition of rival teams. His expression is stoic and unreadable as ever.

Thea has left the a large boat with a blue sail.

Thea has joined the a large boat with a blue sail.

Temira has joined the a large boat with a blue sail.

Denica stands in a sea-hued gown next to Martino as people find their seats or their boats and prepare to embark on today's adventure. The young woman is standing so she can project her voice as she speaks to the crowds. "Welcome everyone! Ahoy! This is the first ever, Thrax-Malvici Naval Regatta and I am pleased to welcome you to the Mourning Seas. Today's festivities should promise excitement. We have a number of competitions to get underway so I won't take too much time with my words." A grin, Denica is clearly going to keep speaking.

"Today's event is part of a festival that started with the Art is War Gala and will end in a few weeks with an Operetta. The intent of the festival is to showcase culture and arts of the Mourning Isles, to invite the Compact in, to celebrate with all of you. To look forward to the future through honouring our past. To find growth and lessons in what was, and hope in what can be." The young woman takes a moment to pause, looking over the crowd gathered.

"Today we war on the waters, we show our competitive spirit and our desire to have fun with each other, regardless what part of the Compact we come from. I look forward to watching the war games and want to thank all that are participating, be it on a boat or merely by having a nice glass of Southport wine and watching. I want to thank my ever so lovely and charming co-host Duke Martino Malvici and our game officiates, Prince Galen Thrax and Prince Romulius Thrax." Denica turns to Martino should he wish to add some words or something...

Vashtalyn's head jerks up as she hears someone yelling in the language of her people, and squints out across the water toward the boat containing Mattheu. She straightens a bit, and waves, though she doesn't shout back as Denica begins to speak. She does seem to be a little cheered up though, queasiness aside.

Vashtalyn has joined the a floating dock with seating area for spectators.

Martino checks dexterity and medium wpn at normal. Martino fails.

"Thank you Princess Denica." Martino's lifting his chin to allow his voice to call out across the expanse of water before him, the Malvici Duke continuing to greet those upon it, "As the Duke of the House of War we pride ourselves on our naval achievements, some may have known my late brother, Count Domonico, of who would have been among your ranks today likely. Finding a team, putting together one that would rival the sailors of our history." Inhaling further, he continues easily with the southern accent drawing smooth from his throat, "So, good competitors, we do this in glory of the Thirteen Gods. To serve them, to do them proud. In memory of those we have lost but, also, to forge a future together. We have all faced battles, we have seen loss likely, and today... we honour them. You, out there, honour them."

With his right hand moving to his table, left holding a bottle of champagne, the Malvici Duke strikes down the tip of the sabre upon the bottle of champagne. Attempting to sabre it, having practiced but never enough, the glass truly shatters at about the mid-point forcing the champaign down upon the decking in an almighty mess.

"For the Regatta."

More wet on the gloves and the shoes than actually triumphant.

Martino's address is solemn enough that Romulius's expression holds flat even after the mishap with the bottle. Moving along, then. With the princess and Duke having said their peace, he rises from his seat to address the spectators and competitors. Given that his voice has to carry out over the winds and waves of the Mourning Sea, it's an *exceptionally loud* baritone, thickly accented and leaving no questions as to where the man might call home. Fortunately, the Deputy Warlord is accustomed to delivering commands in exactly these sorts of conditions. "Welcome, competitors. There are no small number of sailors in our Compact who insist they've mastered the waves. I would judge them as fools - Mangata's realm isn't something to be conquered, but something to be *survived*. Her hands will eventually hold every plank, nail, and sailcloth here." Attention sweeps over the waiting ships, a brief pause before his voice booms out again, "The first event will be a simple race - you will push your ships past that marker," A gesture towards a brightly painted buoy a kilometer or so out, "And back to this platform. The first to return will be named victor of the event." The prince looks to his side, then, deferring to any additions the Warlord might wish to make.

Haakon's head tilts to a curious angle as he peers at Martino's.. sword bottle ritual. Words are your enough only for those nearest.

Thea hears her brother, a small smile appearing as he mentions their late brother. She looks at those that have joined, telling them,"Dom taught me a few things. Don't worry." She'd likely be happy she didn't see Martino attempt to break the bottle with his sabre..It didn't work at her wedding, not sure WHY he thought it'd work today. He's lucky she missed it.

On the ship with red sails, Ian snorts once mid-conversation, and later makes a huffing noise. Something uproariously funny must be happening over ther.

Galen stands from his seat and draws an arm across his chest while dipping into a half bow at the waist. Rising his smile brightens and his voice rings out with the cheerful tone most familiar with the man would know. "Welcome and thank you all for being here it is a joy and honor to be here with you all today. I see many strong and fierce competitors out there," stormy eyes sweep out over everyone, "I expect good sportsmanship and a laugh or two! May the best team win and the winds be forever in your favor!" Now without hesitation he lifts a bottle of rum from the table, "Prince Romulius has perfectly described the first event. So let's get to it!" He draws in a deep breath "For us all!" He cheers and them slams the bottle against the table shattering it spewing rum to mix with the champagne.

With that he seats himself again and leans to whisper something to Romulius, while chuckling softly.

Romulius, for his part, doesn't look particularly pleased with the sudden mess, but he keeps his bearing well enough.

Denica stands stoic during Martino's address, masking her emotions but rather listening to the words with respect. The artistic princess has a front row show to the bottle popping and she bites her lip when she watches Martino attempt it. There is a look of trepidation in her eyes. There is no saving her and she looks down at the frothy mess that has spilled across her shoes. "I suppose it looks like sea foam...," she says with a grin, offering a warm look of solidarity to her co-host only to watch her cousin smash a bottle of rum and her eyes go wide with envy. Well damn it, Denica isn't going to let everyone else have all the fun. She grabs a full wine glass and smashes it on the ground. "For the regatta!," she cries out.

Mattheu removes a colorful scarf with bells upon its edges and ties it off on the rigging from under the mast. Looking pleased that the ship now has some color and bells to jingle in the wind, he looks to Cesare and Aedric as the glass is shattered, a clap of his hands then a nod.

Jasher checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 31 higher.

Aedric offers Mattheu a single nod of acknowledgement.

Ian checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 13 higher.

Rook checked wits + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 1 lower.

Natasha has joined the a floating dock with seating area for spectators.

Haakon checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 53 higher.

Haakon checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 34 higher.

Jasher checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 20 higher.

Orland checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 9 higher.

Temira checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 27 higher.

Thea checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 46 higher.

With a quick sigh of his lips, Martino is turning on his toes to step back to one of his seats. The Malvici Duke picking his gloves off for a moment and allowing a faint exhale to touch his lips, handing them to his aide to see to being dry and making an exchange. Fresh gloves. Leaning back in the seating area, Martino inhales deep while watching the boats a-far.

Drake checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 8 higher.

Temira checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 4 lower.

Thea checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 40 higher.

Drake checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 5 higher.

Ryhalt checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 10 higher.

Rook checked wits + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 1 lower.

Raven checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 31 higher.

Raven checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 31 higher.

Ryhalt checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 9 higher.

Rook checked wits + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 8 lower.

Raven checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 19 higher.

Aedric checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 42 higher.

Cesare checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 2 lower.

Mattheu checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 26 higher.

Mattheu checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 32 higher.

Aedric checked dexterity + sailing at difficulty 20, rolling 20 higher.

Alarissa has joined the a floating dock with seating area for spectators.

Only slightly late, but clearly reluctant to miss the regatta - especially considering how much she's wanted to see one held in Maelstrom for years - Natasha emerges with her security retinue from the other end of the observation dock with steps slower than her usual wont, undoubtedly due to keen interest and curiosity as she watches the sails over crisp blue water. While she remains drifting onward, much like a seaborne vessel herself, the pregnant princess' tall, silk-clad form eventually finds a place near her husband, Romulius, and the rest of her cousins adjudicating the first event. One of these people is not like the rest, however; dark eyes light up further at the sight of Martino among them.

Denica cheers as the teams compete, she is standing up on a bench so she can project her voice. This will no doubt not reach the boats, but they know their status in the competition. What she does do, is pick up a red piece of silk, a flag of sorts and she waves it as she announces the winner. "The Red Team Wins!," she exclaims, her voice vibrant and cheerful. The excitement evident on her features. Of course, she cannot throw the prize that far, but she puts a little bag aside. Then she turns to the other spectators and says with a serious expression, "I heard one ship carrying blue paint collided with another ship carrying red paint. The crew is missing and believed to be marooned..." A smirk.

Well known as a captain of industry, clearly that is the closest thing to "captain" Rook is. He tries to follow the directions that Raven is barking out, and if he was even marginally capable, his green boat would have triumphed. Sadly, the only thing green is his face. He wobbles and loses grip on the rope at the first sway. At the second, he loses his feet, disappearing from view as he falls flat on his face on the deck.

Not far in Natasha's wake is the Princess Consort of Thrax, faintly late as well and it is with careful steps upon the floating dock that she moves, arm in one of her ladies to assist with balance. She comes to a stand near Denica and at the joke there's a faint roll of her eyes. "Marooned. Delightful." but shoulders move with faint laughter.

Sabering is still neat, no matter if it's successful or not, and Drake is in favor of the panache. However... well, he's got to let Thea take the lead where it comes to sailing. He's far from clumsy, so he's got that going for him, but he's not totally sure which rope goes where all the same.

Raven barks out orders, using her good arm to steer the ship and her off arm to point at what she needs done-of course everything on the ship is named something unfamiliar to Rook so Raven is forced to repeat herself and then describe both the thing she is talking about and how to do what she's just ordered. At one point she hands the helm over to Ryhalt and scrambles about the ship bare-footed to try to hasten things along.

Haakon races boats like a Shav who knows the slowest ship gets caught and made into thralls. The red ship may have passed near enough to overhear Denica's pun, or maybe Haakon has another reason for eyeing Denica and slowly shaking his head.

On the blue sailed boat, Orland is part of the oar crew that is putting their backs into getting the longship underway. He hasn't the time to look up and around him, only to move in unison with the other oars folk trying to get their pace as even as it can be to increase the speed. For his part he tries to put more effort in when ever Thea directs them to, lifting oar as needed, rotating it the opposite way for the turns... His hair is completely soaked between the ocean-spray and the sweat by the time they're passing the final stretch.

Thea easily gives orders to those on her ship. She points everyone in the direction they need to go, racing the boat the best she can. Clearly she loves the smell of the ocean and well--the whole thing. It's like Thea is in another element.

House Kennex, and especially the Brothers Kennex, are best known (aside from the stuff about killing pirates) for a focus on handling sails, and especially trimming sails to get the best possible efficiency out of them, and that's where Ian focuses. He moves through and around the rigging swiftly and with confidence, tweaking the angles of the sails in relation to the wind to squeeze a little bit more speed out of the vessel. It's not the inspired sailing one might expect from Wash or Aethan, nothing that shows that almost intuitive connection with wind and water, but he's been well trained. Also instilled in him by his upbringing is enough of a competitive spirit that it's clear that if he's going to do this, he's damned well going to do it right; his electric blue eyes practically glow with intensity. He is, fortunately, too focused on what he's doing to huck anything at Denica's head as they shoot past.

Aedric assists Mattheu and Cesare in the rowing of their yellow-sailed longship. Unfortunately, they don't row hard -- or fast -- enough. As such, they are deftly out-rowed by their compatriots on the red-sailed longship. It is truly a tragic and terrible rowing upset.

Galen stands from his seat with a fist pumping into the air, "Go! Go! Go!" He shouts at no particular team, though he may be partial to some of the people on one team or another. Stormy eyes follow each ship silently critiquing things here and there and taking mental notes to discuss with people before a future race. One of the Prince's guards hands him a fresh bottle of rum which he wastes no time in lifting to his lips and taking a large drink of. "Well done Red ship!" Galen calls out before allowing his eyes to drift over to Natasha and Alarissa, "Greetings you two! We apologize for the mess!" A hand is then gestures toward the mix of rum, wine, and champagne spilled about their table. "Tis been an eventful, event."

Ryhalt cheerfully goes about helping set the green-sailed ship to a state for the best chance at winning until Rook begins to wobble. Abandoning the rope he'd been adjusting with a quick tie-off, he hurries over to keep Rook from falling off. So he's a little slow when Raven trades off the helm, their ship driving helplessly off course before he can get them back over. He laughs as they cross over last.

"Princess Denica, I adore you truly but... please not another." With a low laugh and a shake of his head across to Denica, Martino's gesturing in passing to a server for a glass of anything with ice in it. Leaning back, a-far a nod follows to both Natasha and Alarissa as he greets the two, "As always it is a delight to get to work with you both and to aid your dear House."

Cesare truly does his best, putting his back and arms into rowing the yellow-sailed ship. He makes a face at the sailors on the red ship as they head up across the finish line, sticking his tongue out and crossing his eyes at the three Very Serious Sailors who probably are paying no attention whatsoever.

A flurry of jingling as Mattheu slides across the deck, a fast and hard push upon the waters with oar as he cheers on his team. "Feel the wind! We'll catch them yet!" a large smile on his face as he looks to the other ships, "We're upon the waters! Freedom to slip and play with the wind!"

Jasher gives a nod of support to the men on his team, then positions himself at the stern of the longship, allowing Haakon to take point at the bow - after all, he is notorious for whipping his sailors and rowers into a passion, either for battle or, in this case, a race to the finish. He does not often have the opportunity to sail on ships built for speed, so there is a smolder of thrill evident in his eyes throughout the whole affair. The prince assists Ian with the rigging, especially when the time comes to make a quick, sharp turn and return way they came, back to the platform. When they cross the finish line first, he claps Ian companionably upon the shoulder. He's even /smiling/. That is the extent of his showing of congratulations.

Romulius's vibrant gaze watches as the ships push off, colorful sails catching fair winds as rowers work to power ahead. The crimson-sailed ship takes an early lead, and when the wind turns *against* them on the return, their rowers perform admirably. They're the first to return past the marker and towards the observation deck, their victory announced by Princess Denica. The other vessels aren't far behind, yellow trailing in followed by blue then green. Aedric, in particular, is given a nod of acknowledgment for his efforts, but soon it's time to announce the next event. "Maneuvering at sea is all well and good, but this a day meant to honor our martial traditions." There's a gesture to the west, where four longships have been anchored in the shallows of Maelstrom - each has a sail colored to correspond to the competitors'. "You will be asked to shatter your enemies, or else render their vessels too crippled to carry on the fight. The Warlord and I will make the determination of which team has wrought the most destruction."

Temira seems a bit off her game today, But she did arrive late, so she will just have to give it her all at the next time. Listening to Theas commands, "Seems I am starting off strong but now I feel like im losing the wind in my sails, or wait did the sails actually lose the wind". She couldn't be sure, and laughs at this joke

Denica mutters, "You ... thank ... sister Thea ... that."

Haakon checks dexterity and war at daunting. Haakon marginally fails.

Haakon checks dexterity and war at daunting. Haakon is successful.

Jasher checks dexterity and war at hard. Jasher is successful.

Jasher checks dexterity and war at hard. Botch! Jasher fails completely.

"Having an eventful event is the objective, I think, if there's a mess, I'd only consider it part of the decor," Natasha quips in rejoinder to Alarissa's remarks about mounting her cousin on a pole like a ship's figurehead, a flash of a more visible smile angled towards Alarissa even while she addresses Galen at his greeting. A head coiffed impeccably with dark curls returns Martino's nod though it also seems as if she's leaning in to hear what the Duke whispers to her, returning it with dark eyes brimming with subtle concern. Replies are lost in the din, swallowed by the deluge of applause and cheers as winners are announced, and the next event begins; while largely inscrutable, as always, Romulius' affectionate look softens her ivory countenance visibly, head canting to meet his murmur once he delivers it close to her ear.

Ian checks command and war at hard. Ian fails.

Ian checks command and war at hard. Ian is successful.

As the boats do boat things under the command of the various teams of sailors, Sira has taken to holding on to the edges of her chair. White knuckles. The woman is not thrilled with the rocking. She's finding conversation near impossible to engage in with those around her.

Orland checks dexterity and huge wpn at normal. Orland is successful.

Temira checks dexterity and war at normal. Temira marginally fails.

Drake checks dexterity and war at hard. Botch! Drake fails completely.

Thea checks dexterity and war at hard. Thea is successful.

Thea checks dexterity and war at hard. Thea is successful.

Drake checks dexterity and war at hard. Drake is marginally successful.

Raven checks command and war at hard. Raven fails.

Ryhalt checks intellect and huge wpn at hard. Ryhalt fails.

Ryhalt checks intellect and huge wpn at hard. Ryhalt fails.

Drake apparently has no idea at all how to work one of these things. He feels like he can. He's trying. And he's maybe a little too cocky as he gets to the side of it and lines it up, going for a hard shot. It doesn't even fire properly at all. The device entirely jams. He looks upset at it, frowning, hitting it on the side and blasting a shot directly into the water. "...All right, I need to learn more about this for certain." He takes aim and gives it another go. This is... a bit better, and looks like a hit if not a great one. He looks relieved after the first error.

Raven checks command and war at normal. Raven is successful.

Rook checks composure and war at normal. Rook is successful.

Yuri has joined the a floating dock with seating area for spectators.

Rook checks composure and war at hard. Rook fails.

Aedric checks intellect and war at hard. Aedric is successful.

Aedric checks intellect and war at hard. Aedric fails.

Cesare checks charm and war at hard. Cesare fails.

Cesare checks charm and war at hard. Cesare is successful.

Haakon takes his turn in sighting the ballistae. The reaver promptly chooses the most difficult shot, trying to snap the target's mast with a shot.. The first effort narrowly misses, coming close enough to scare the feathers off a gull that had perched on it, before the prodigal successfully snaps the top off the mast with his second. "No fleeing without a mast, aye?" he rumbles to Ian and Jasher, making way for his fellows to take their shots.

Mattheu checks dexterity and huge wpn at hard. Mattheu is successful.

Mattheu checks dexterity and war at hard. Mattheu fails.

High in the mast, Ian acts as a spotter for Jasher and Haakon, shouting commands down as they aim. This is usually Aethan or Wash's job and as such isn't something he's particularly familiar with doing, and it shows, initially, but as the shots pile up, he starts to get the hang of what he's doing, the commands coming more crisply and with confidence, leading to one shot piercing the hull.

Galen has joined the a floating dock with seating area for spectators.

Orland approaches the ballista - at least really all he has to do is get help loading it and then taking aim. After directing where the aim is going to go he wants to get right in there and try it out for himself. He cranks the ballista and then releases. The machine creates a loud sound as the throw of the bolt slices through the air and rips through the sail. He braces his one hand into a knuckle and puts his fist in the air, "Oh I got to get me one of these!" he laughs and looks eager to try again but of course the entire team has to have their chance and they've likely got better targetting skills and experience on them than he does!

The short princess is watching with avid interest as the teams compete. There is cheers for each time she witnesses the destruction between the boats. The anticipation is getting to her and she is nearly jumping on her wine soaked shoes. When the competition is over, Denica is back shouting holding up a red flag. "And the winner is... The RED team!," she exclaims as she cheers. "Excellent job everyone! How exciting!!!," she then turns a smile to her co-host.

"Duke Malvici, What do the sailors use to clean their noses when they have a cold?," she asks him. Not trusting anyone's willingness to take part in her games, she answers before he can even react. "An Anchor-chief!," she continues to smirk devilishly, and yes, she laughs at her own jokes. "You can thank Thea for this," she murmurs to Martino.

Resurfacing from the fiasco of the race itself, Rook strides over to the ballista. He peers at it curiously as Raven explains how to point it. He starts to take aim, and then a wave lifts the boat. His face turns slightly green and his cheeks bulge out. But - he has to fire the ballista! He stays at his position, fighting hard to keep in his lunch (ill-advised eaten right before they set sail) as he waits patiently for the right moment. Focusing all of his attention on not firing more than one projectile, he launches the bolt and strikes the sail! Leaping up to celebrate his success, he turns to a Raven and shouts "I DID IT!" gesturing wildly. And there is a bit too much celebration apparently as his flailing arms strike the ballista discharging his second shot straight into the water. "Oops..."

Raven mutters, "Never tried to start somethin on a small ship, lessee..." she moves the ballista and arms it an...Splash! She falls short and her shot falls short. She Rolls her eyes at herself and leans back, adjusting the aim and going for the sail. She doesn't bellow at her crew, leaving the men to do the best that they can do. She actively looks surprised when Rook hits one of his marks, "Where did you learn to do that?!"

Firing a ballista is sort of like throwing a spear but without arms? Ryhalt seems enthused, fussing over calculating angles for attack, but the way his shots go a little short then a little long of the target shows that he's more used to merchant ships than military ones. It's disappointing, perhaps, but it isn't like he can take as many shots as he needs to practice the perfect alignment. He chuckles and claps for Rook's success, though, be it luck or skill.

Jasher listens to Ian's cues as he sights the ballista and then takes his shots. The first shot manages to blast a clean hole through the longship's hull. The second overshoots the ship by a wide margin, probably because his right hand slipped and the damn thing angled far left as a result. "/Definitely/ no fleeing when it's underwater," he retorts to Haakon wryly.

Galen actually snorts at Denica's joke and lifts his bottle in salute to her, "I presume you know what a sailors favorite letter is as well?" He will in fact wait for an answer, a sly grin playing over his lips.

A groan expands out from Martino, followed by a needful mouthful of his drink, as he hears Denica's joke. A lean following to the others on the others on the floating dock and the seating area as Martino asks with a murmur behind Denica, "I cannot be the only one suffering these, can I?" A plead, almost in his voice. The bolts flying and the ballista's catching the occasional glimpse.

Mattheu looks at the ballistae and with a spin of the gears then flip of lever has a large grin on his face as the first shot slices through mast bringing it down upon the deck with a shattering burst. His second shot... too low, slicing through the waters and stopping short of hull of the target.

Cesare doesn't know a gods-damned thing about ballistae. So what he does is let the sailors who /do/ know about the ballistae aim them; meanwhile, he plays the role of hype man, cheering the choice of shot and the sailor's aim as he lines up his sights. The shots are ambitious; the first one is fired wide, but the second one actually hits its mark.

Denica's lips curl up as Galen joins her in this terrible assault on everyone. The princess smirks at her cousin and says, "Rrrrrrr," as dramatically as she can.

Haakon sniffs in sharp amusemebt to Jasher. "Truth. Though no boarding or capture, either." Denica's latest humor prompts a muttered, "I could hit her. Give me one more bloody shot."

Thea looks at bit excited, looking to the ballista. She hurries over, taking aim. She looks to the others, grinning a little. "We can catch up! Honest!" No. No they wno't. But it's close.

Temira has left the a large boat with a blue sail.

Truthfully, *none* of the 'enemy' longships would be sailing away from this conflict. It's perhaps not the best approximation of a proper naval battle, but the wanton destruction is at least entertaining enough - with the red target's mast split in twain, though, there's a quick bit of conversation between Romulius and Galen, Denica offered their judgment to announce. "It was after some deliberation that we decided the Red Ship would claim victory here. Theirs would have seen the enemy fleeing to the closest shore, or else drowning in the depths." Soon after, though, four more longships are approaching - these ones are very clearly manned, and they begin working circles around the observation deck and competitors. "Each of you has a mark - your similarly colored ship. You are to grapple and board it. The most decisive action will be declared victorious in this event."

Ian looks over at Thea when Haakon starts talking about taking a shot at Denica.

Aedric has left the a large boat with a yellow sail.

Haakon checks command and sailing at hard. Haakon is successful.

Jasher check command + sailing at hard

Ian checks command and sailing at hard. Ian fails.

Jasher checks command and sailing at hard. Jasher is marginally successful.

Ian checks dexterity and athletics at hard. Ian is successful.

Haakon checks strength and athletics at normal. Haakon is successful.

Jasher checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Jasher is successful.

Thea checks dexterity and sailing at hard. Thea is successful.

Orland checks dexterity and sailing at hard. Orland fails.

Orland checks dexterity and athletics at hard. Orland fails.

Drake checks dexterity and athletics at hard. Botch! Drake fails completely.

Galen shakes his head at Denica, "So close dear cousin!" He says with a laugh and a large swig of rum, "That be a pirates favorite letter! A sailors favorite letter is..." as if on cue his guards drumroll against their breastplates, "The C!!!"

"...I hope this doesn't ruin our friendship, or see me divorced upon admission," Natasha offers to the side of Martino from her position by Romulius. "But I like puns. So fly free in your word play, cousin," the last to Denica, a pale hand reaching to retrieve a cold glass of water, her head clearly tilted towards Galen, now, as he trades whispers with her. At the glimpse of that broadening smile, threatening to reveal the stellar brilliance behind it, what he imparts is clearly something she appreciates, when he threatens to force a break in her usually stoic facade.

Thea checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Thea is successful.

Drake checks dexterity and sailing at hard. Drake fails.

Ryhalt checks command and sailing at hard. Ryhalt is successful.

Rook checks command and sailing at hard. Rook fails.

Raven checks dexterity and sailing at hard. Raven is successful.

Ryhalt checks strength and athletics at normal. Ryhalt marginally fails.

Rook checks dexterity and athletics at hard. Critical Success! Rook is spectacularly successful.

Raven checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Raven is successful.

Aedric checks command and sailing at hard. Aedric marginally fails.

Aedric checks dexterity and athletics at hard. Aedric fails.

Cesare checks wits and sailing at hard. Cesare fails.

Cesare checks dexterity and athletics at hard. Cesare marginally fails.

Mattheu checks dexterity and sailing at hard. Mattheu is successful.

Mattheu checks strength and athletics at normal. Mattheu is successful.

Haakon rumbles to his fellows as their target longship circles, "Aim to put our prow to their midship, we'll have a few feet higher than they, that way. Can jump down rather than climb up." The maneuver is largely successful, and when the grapnels are hauled to draw the ships close, Haakon is vaulting over the waist rails as if he were another particularly aggressive ballista bolt. A glance aside at the other ships draws a few looks of approval (Rook) and several more looks of concern. "Fuck, they know how to swim, aye?" he hopes, aloud.

Ian's chosen location on the ship as it draws up alongside the wounded vessel is poor, or maybe it's just his making sure that his part of the ship is closest to the other ship is poor. Either way, he winds up in a situation where his only way to board is swinging on a rope, literally swinging on a rope like this is some kind of poet's epic, and sliding down a taut line on the other ship to land on his feet and stay there, thanks to having something readymade to hold onto. Ta-da! Then he looks over to watch people going into the water, and looks like he's on the edge of diving in after them if all the people who go in don't promptly bob to the surface again.

As the boats approach, Rook leaps to the fore top - clearly something he has seen in some nautical themed play. He grabs a rope and swings out at the other boat, not waiting for Raven's guidance. He probably

Denica blinks as she listens to Galen and her cheeks flush a brief red and then she laughs a little too loud, "touche cousin, touche!," she exclaims. Then Natasha gets a warm smile, her eyes brighten as she receives support, that's enough to encourage the princess to keep going. And then there is more excitement sea. Denica is watching as it unfolds, she is cheering for everyone, waiving all the coloured flags she has. As things continue, she is leaning forward, edge of her seat.

"This is so exciting," she murmurs to those nearby, a warm smile on her lips as she sips on her wine, an almost afterthought as she is caught up in the games. When the teams finish, Denica is standing up and she holds up another flag, "and the winner is... The Red Team!," she is moving the flag about in the air. Denica lets out a breath, "you know, we weren't actually going to go sailing, but then we thought we'd better seas the day!" The princess cannot help herself, her eyes dance with laughter and then she hides behind her big, burly guards.

It's a really good thing that ... this wasn't a real event. The grappling throw doesn't hit the mark and somehow Orland ends up in the water trying to board the thing. It's okay! He's wearing leather and not going to drown immediately. He uses the grappling device to try to haul himself out of the water but he'll need his team to help yank him out the full way. Rolling onto their own ship again, drenched, he mutters, "Let's not talk about this. Ever."

Raven eyes the longboats, "Ok, If We can't do this I'm assuming a new identity." She flashes a feral grin. She carefully manuvers her ship for boarding. When she spies rook going overboard there's a yelp. "Not alone you don't!" but Rook like a herpo on the cover of a romance novel swashbuckles in while Raven' flails in wildly behind him.

Ryhalt helps align the green-sailed boat so they can board. Per Raven's orders, he moves to make sure that Rook doesn't fall in while they're transferring ships only to find the man flying across the ship via rope like a madman. "Guess we should have asked him if he's done stuff like that... Wait, how did he get loose..." He looks to where Rook had been tied to the railing of their own ship. "..." He scrambles over to make sure the landing is safe only to trip on that rope that had once held Rook safe somehow. A not so graceful flop that ends with him clinging to the side of the other ship by his fingers, legs dangling in the water. Not ideal.

Galen cuts a sly glance at Denica, "Of course we had to seas the day... Just imagine if we would have let such fine weather sail past! It would be a travesty." He chuckles and looks back out over the competition standing once more from his seat and applauding, "Well done everyone! Remember, failure is only failure if learn nothing from it. Too bad my wife isn't here to tell you of her experiences in learning to swim!" Now his voice lowers as does he moving to whisper something to Natasha with a playful grin.

"I mean, this could be worse,"Thea decides, watching Orland fall in the water. She actually starts to laugh, but remembers she has her own task at hand and succeeds where Orland almost drowns. "Right-I'll uh...send you a hook as a gift." Because you know, she's giving like that.

As the boats approach, Rook leaps to the fore top - clearly something he has seen in some nautical themed play. He grabs a rope and swings out at the other boat, not waiting for Raven's guidance. He probably should have. As the boat pitches he loses his footing and takes to the air, swinging across the gulf. No doubt there are at least a few people on the shore wondering if this will be the last they see of the Minister of Coin. A shout of daring comes out from the man as he somehow manages to twist in air. Like a dance. He can dance. As the rope swings him well past his target, he reverses course and swings back, lifting his feet up in the air. "Huzzah!" Rook shouts as his feet connect with a swift kick to the back of the target, sending it tumbling. But no, he is not done! His momentum from his unorthodox approach carries him well beyond, almost back into the drink. Again he twists and reverses course, delivering a swift kick upon his return. "And HUZZAH!" A final shift of his momentum and he flips up into the air a bit to land with one knee, one foot, and one fist to the ground - the Hero pose. He even adds the hair flip at the end for good measure.

A cheer escapes from Martino as he is gathering up to his feet, the Malvici Duke sounding his gloves together to applaud for the red team of Jasher, Haakon and Ian. A low call following out a-far, "Oh how you do honour us all with such... a rounded performance out there." Lowering himself once more to the seat as he is murmuring low, "My it is good this is not a live event, the poor Lord there who is now soaked through. At least he did not end up with glass upon him." A glance, to the puddle of champagne on the deck to the earlier mishap.

Jasher is no stranger to boarding ships of all kinds, though few experiences have ever seen him /starting/ from a longship. So, he follows Haakon's advice without complaint or question; it ensures that they do, in fact, have the advantage they need to drop down onto the enemy ship with a particularly dexterous hurdle over the ship's rail. He firmly lands upon both feet, slows his forward momentum, and nods appreciatively to Haakon as he passes. Before he can take stock of the progress made by other teams, the sight of Ian swinging on a rope distracts him; beryl eyes lift to observe the execution. He claps twice when the lord lands faultlessly. "Nice work," he says to both men.

There may be racing, there may be shooting, but once the boarding actions actually commence, Natasha can be glimpsed in the observation dock rising slowly from her seat, and with little struggling; she may be more comfortable in her condition on sea than on land, if naught else exhibiting the salt and sea in her own blood when performances from each boat spark overt excitement from dark eyes, and renders them smoldering like embers. While clearly paying close attention to all the boats, it's the Crown Minister of Coin's surprising showing that wings her brows upwards, and brings pale hands together in hearty applause. Tugged, however, to pay attention to the rest of her company, what Martino communicates draws a slanted look in his direction, wryness writ on her countenance at his replies, before pivoting slightly to listen to Galen; whatever he whispers to her makes her *cough* against her glass.

Another victory is announced by Denica, and another pun sees a glare delivered in her direction before Romulius rises to explain the next and final event. "Well done again, Red Team." Is that bias on part of the officiator? A particularly keen eye might notice that the prince can't help but hide a bit of pride that the team manned by strictly Islanders is performing as well as they are, but it's not explicitly stated, at least. "The final event will be a proper shipborne melee." Here, from the east, a galley pulls towards the viewing deck, eventually coming to a halt as the crew aboard drops anchor. "If you are knocked from your feet, disarmed, or elsewise blooded, you will be declared 'dead'. When a combatant from but a single ship remains, their team will be declared victor." Rope ladders are rolled over the deck of the galley, the larger ship apparently meant to serve as the stage for this battle.

Orland decides to look up at Thea, a drowned rat, leaning on the railing of the longship, brow perched up underneath the mop of soaked hair at her laughte. "A very thoughtful gift. Practical. I think someone should tie a rope to me at all times when I'm near water. I don't swim very well..." He eyes the water with a skeptical fear of it, which is ironic for the fact that he's in a 'sailor' Knighthood. But then he cracks a grin over at her, "If anything, can we say I got distracted by something shiny in the water?"

Ian checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Ian is successful.

Mattheu might be able to swing the ship around and be ready to board the others, instead reaching out to help his ship mates from falling into the waters.

Jasher checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Jasher is successful.

Oh dear. Where the previous challenges were something where Cesare could at least pretend to have some modicum of ability, this is just - not. Their ship comes in far too fast and at too great a distance for Cesare to effectively grapple it. He tries to board the ship; he /sort of/ makes it across, except that the yellow-sailed ship starts to drift away in the last moment and he's left awkwardly stretched between the two, shrieking - until Mattheu saves him.

Orland checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Orland is successful.

Haakon checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Haakon is successful.

Temira checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Temira is successful.

Cesare checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Critical Success! Cesare is spectacularly successful.

Mattheu checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Critical Success! Mattheu is spectacularly successful.

Thea checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Botch! Thea fails completely.

Rook checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Rook fails.

Drake checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Drake is successful.

Raven checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Raven is successful.

Ryhalt checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Ryhalt is successful.

Vashtalyn has left the a floating dock with seating area for spectators.

Jasher checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Jasher is successful.

Haakon checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Botch! Haakon fails badly.

Cesare checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Cesare is successful.

Drake checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Drake is successful.

Temira checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Temira is successful.

Orland checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Orland is successful.

Ryhalt checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Ryhalt fails.

Raven checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Raven marginally fails.

"Oh." Sira seems rather surprised - she may not lose her patron to the sea, after all. The woman dares to release her grip on the seat to give a small cheer for Rook's performance.

Ian checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Ian is successful.

Mattheu checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Mattheu is successful.

Orland checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Orland is successful.

Mattheu checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Mattheu is successful.

Jasher checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Jasher is successful.

Temira checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Temira is successful.

Ian checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Ian is successful.

Cesare checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Cesare is successful.

Drake checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Drake is successful.

Ian checks dexterity and dodge at hard. Ian is successful.

Orland checks dexterity and dodge at hard. Orland fails.

Mattheu checks dexterity and dodge at hard. Mattheu is successful.

Jasher checks dexterity and dodge at hard. Jasher is successful.

Temira checks dexterity and dodge at hard. Temira fails.

Drake checks dexterity and dodge at hard. Drake is successful.

Cesare checks dexterity and dodge at hard. Cesare fails.

Mattheu checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Mattheu is successful.

Jasher checks dexterity and dodge at hard. Jasher is successful.

Drake checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Drake marginally fails.

Ian checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Ian marginally fails.

Ian checks dexterity and dodge at hard. Ian marginally fails.

Drake checks dexterity and dodge at hard. Drake marginally fails.

Mattheu checks dexterity and dodge at hard. Mattheu is successful.

Jasher checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Jasher fails.

Mattheu checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Mattheu is successful.

Jasher checks dexterity and dodge at daunting. Jasher fails.

Mattheu checks dexterity and dodge at hard. Mattheu fails.

Denica has left the a floating dock with seating area for spectators.

Ian weaves his way flawlessly through the initial part of the battle, using an exceptional situational awareness to keep on his feet, occasionally to the point of seeming to know that someone is swinging at them without him even looking in that direction, but as the numbers dwindle, that little trick becomes less of an advantage and the VERY large disadvantage where he can't feel the pitching of the deck under his feet takes over.

Ryhalt isn't the guy for a brawl it seems, especially when he just banged himself on the side of the ship. Though he tries to weave out of the way of a blow, it grazes him and he's out. He watches the rest of the fight with amusement, however.

Ian probably takes Drake down with him or something, though.

The battle is chaotic; there's so much going on! Much like a real battle, though with far less death. When the numbers have been whittled down to four, dueling becomes a far simpler feat. It makes perfect sense that he's the target of some of the other teams' combatants; Mattheu in particular makes it very clear how much he wants to take the prince down. It's an exhilarating exchange, and when they are just the last two standing, metal clinking audibly with each parried blow, Jasher's expressions come alive with the thrill of it. However, in spite of the passion he expresses, he misjudges the next strike that his opponent takes, and suffers a wound. Jasher strikes back while Mattheu is preparing to strike out again, and doing so exposes him to that final, decisive attack...

Drake is skilled at staying on his feet normally, but the speed of the boat makes things tricky. At first, he's tossed around, and barely manages. He falls once, getting splashed, but then the call is for a melee. That's where he's the best, he thinks, and immediately he's rejuvenated to stay on his feet. He gets his blade readied... and just managing to keep ready is good, for a while, even as the boat is thrashing. Then it comes down to a proper melee. He takes a few swipes at Ian, but to no avail, his blade going wild. Then he over-estimates his swing, and stumbles, nearly plummeting overboard as Ian takes a hit. Taken off his feet, he is, officially, dead, so far as the competition goes. But it was a fun ride.

Despite an overt lack of knowledge regarding combat, Cesare makes it through an initial few rounds of dodging and staying on his feet amidst the chaos. Those who know about Cesare will know that, despite his inability to follow any real rules of fair fighting or wield a weapon in a sensible way, he is a surprisingly squirrely fighter in the sparring ring, and it is absolutely on display in the way he weaves and waves with the swaying and rocking of the ship, avoiding getting taken out by any of the other falling contestants. Eventually, though, he misjudges a step, lands on his ass, and is out of the running.

Raven makes through the first round with ease, ducking and dodging but a confluence of factors that suggest maybe the Blackheart might have spent too much time on land or perhaps relied too heavily on two handed tactics in the past as the second round she pivots confidently and-gets a solid 'BAP' right across the backside causing a startled and somewhat indignant yelp and there's a downright shocked look to find herself out on the second round, She hop-scotches back to rejoin her crew, "At least we're consistent..." She points a finger at Rook, "Except for you. I want you to show me that boarding move."

During the melee, Romulius Thrax watches with an interest that might betray his nature as one of the Swords present - it's far easier to observe the chaos of this sort of combat from his distant perch, and every warrior that falls out of the running is summarily dismissed in favor of leveling attention on those still competing. Eventually, it is only Jasher and Mattheu that remain; the prince leans forward after a quick glance to Natasha at his side, cerulean fixed firmly upon his cousin in the duel with the Rivenshari lord.

Mattheu grins as the competition takes to an all out brawl, slipping the glaive from his back and swinging wildly at those in the fight. His motion becomes a blur of a jingling dance as each swing from others he ducks, a silly smile and nod to his teacher Ian as he steps away from their fight with another. Then looking at Jasher, the only other left to stand upon the deck. Bells singing out as he spins with blade pulling before slipping back with edge of its shaft. Tripping the prince then as they are in mid fall, thrusting out with a solid kick to the man's chest sending him off the deck to the waters. Mattheu barely stops his own swinging from throwing himself overboard with the others, bent over the railing as he laughs and bells cascade back to a their soft melodic jingling.

Denica is on the edge of her seat, wine and snacks disregarded as she watches the fighting. The princess is cheering and clapping and hooting and hollering. For a small thing, she can make a lot of noise. There is anticipation written across her face and she leans to Martino and says, "What is the most crowded and caring boat called?" Thick, dark eyebrows waggle before she tells him, "A friend-ship!" There is a warm smile offered to her friend and co-host before she stands up picking up the flag of victory and she waves it.

"And the last person standing, and that was so very close but I am -shore- of it, is Lord Mattheu Rivenshari winning for the YELLOW TEAM! Great job everyone!" Denica cheers as she sits back down again, giving the teams a chance to gather themselves and dry off a little, as she whispers to the judges for the final announcements.

Galen idly exchanges whispers with Natasha while keeping stormy eyes locked on the combat! Not wanting to be a distraction he remains dreadfully silent until the last person standing is revealed. "Pardon me," he says to Natasha before once more standing and lifting his bottle toward Mattheu. "Exceedingly well done!" He calls out with his deep, loud, and cheerful voice. "I've seen few more

Thea would be clapping. Or whatever. Even cheering for her husband at some point, who was kicking ass as far as she's concerned. But she's busy keeping afloat in the ocean, having been knocked overboard. Because things didn't go in her favor. "Congratulations,"Thea finally just shouts.

Ian sitting on his butt on the deck, watching (and listening to) the fatal JINGLE of Mattheu and Jasher's final showdown, Ian laughs, actually laughs for once, as Jasher is kicked into the water. "There's something to those bells," he chuckles while using the mast to pull himself back to his feet. "They're blasted distracting." Still hanging onto the mast, he touches his chest for a moment, then looks down at his shirt.

(Galen continued) "Entertaining or skillful feats! The Rivenshari are no doubt greatly honored by your performance!"

When the battle ends with one man left standing, securing victory for the Yellow team, Natasha breaks away from light, but heartfelt conversation with the Warlord of Thrax, slender hands coming together again for enthusiastic applause to the combatants. "Well done!" she calls from the floating dock. "And a triumph well-fought, my lord Rivenshari!" That adjacent lean betrays the doer's eagerness, the princess' attention pulled from the sights on the water and upon her husband, instead, when his more powerful shadow looms near her, intent on tracking how the battle rages; the expression on his sun-bronzed countenance is an exceedingly familiar one to her. It isn't long, however, until the victors are being lauded with the effervescent exultations they deserve.

Drake applauds, a bit wetly, at the announcement of the winner. "Well fought!" He brushes wet hair out of his face.

Jasher manages to climb back aboard the ship he was just physically kicked off of, impressively, by the way. He makes his astonishment known by crossing the deck with a hand extended out to Mattheu for a companionable, firm and wet handshake. "Excellent footwork, my lord," he replies, the compliment extending so far as the foot he placed against the prince's /chest/ for the finale. Once the announcement of a winner is made, Jasher releases Mattheu's hand to wipe briny sea water off his face. The faintest hint of a smirk can be observed from behind it.

Anew on feet, a few murmurs with others on the decking, Martino applauds in the direction of Mattheu as others have pointed him out. Afar a faint smile touching the older Duke's expression, a wrinkling in the corners of his eyes as he returns low to his seat. A swirl of the iced drink and a mouthful more taken, "I am sure this has also impressed... any that might think twice of contesting with you all. Mm?" A turn of his chin with a faint smile to the Thraxian delegate that he has mostly found himself surrounded with.

Jasher is overheard praising Mattheu: A dexterous fighter, wields a glaive with excellence. No half measures. Very good.

Denica stands back up on the bench, carefully, hands out, so she doesn't loose her balance. The young woman flashes a bright smile, bringing her hands together and clapping. There are no doubt two guards watching to catch the princess should she go sea-side. "Thank you all for coming! I am honoured to be part of this exciting event," the princess speaks with sincerity and energy.

"Do enjoy your time in Maelstrom and I welcome you back for the final event in the Art is War festival, an Operetta called Remembered in Song!" A beat, "Thank you to our wonderful House of War to the south, House Malvici and to Prince Galen and Prince Romulius Thrax for officiating the games. But most of all, my sincerest gratitude to everyone who has participated. We had an incredible showing from all the teams."

There is a dramatic pause before Denica continues, "And now, for the final prize of the event...A brand new Sloop.... For the team that won the most events. I present the The Red team made up of Lord Ian Kennex, Lord Haakon Eswynd and Prince Jasher Thrax! Congratulations! To everyone! Thank you all again for joining us on this beautiful sea-worthy day." Denica sits down as that marks the official part of the event, leaving folks to enjoy themselves or make their way back to land.

Mattheu spins on the railing of ship and slips down to sit with his back against the rails as he takes in a deep breath. Shaking Jasher's hand and using the offered hand to stand back up, while breathing heavily, "It was close your highness." A soft jingling of his head as he nods to the prince he recently sent to the drink, then turning around to return the glaive to his back and checking the chain that holds it there. As he faces the floating dock, he offers a flourished and noisy bow to all of the spectators, before turning back to Jasher, and pointing at the others, "Drink?"

Denica is overheard praising Mattheu: Last Man Standing

Mattheu takes a miniature model of the Arvani sloop from Chest of Favours - Please Take One.

Natasha is overheard praising Denica.

Denica is overheard praising Jasher.

Denica is overheard praising Haakon.

Natasha is overheard praising Romulius.

Orland has left the a large boat with a blue sail.

Denica is overheard praising Ian.

"I should hope there weren't overly many bold enough to dare, my lord." Romulius's response to Duke Martino's musing is delivered drily, but appreciation and amusement are made apparent with the curve upwards of his lips into a smile. As much as this festival is meant to be a display of the Mourning Isles' culture, the Regatta has served as a display of Thrax's proclivities for martial endeavors - that the City of Swords is also represented in unity is only further testament. When Denica announces the Red Team's ultimate victory, attention shifts in their direction for the prince to add, "Whichever of you might mean to claim it, I will confer with and have the instructions on its specifics delivered to my shipwrights."

Denica is overheard praising Galen: A smashing good time.

Denica is overheard praising Romulius: Kept the games afloat!

Natasha is overheard praising Mattheu.

Romulius is overheard praising Thrax.

Galen gets a miniature model of the Arvani sloop from Chest of Favours - Please Take One.

Denica is overheard praising Martino: Malvici Uncorked

Sira is overheard praising Denica.

Romulius is overheard praising Malvici.

Mattheu is overheard praising Jasher: an excellent opponent

Sira takes a miniature model of the Arvani sloop from Chest of Favours - Please Take One.

Natasha takes a miniature model of the Arvani sloop from Chest of Favours - Please Take One.

Mattheu puts a miniature model of the Arvani sloop in a simple leather backpack.

Jasher is overheard praising Malvici.

Jasher is overheard praising Thrax.

Yuri takes a miniature model of the Arvani sloop from Chest of Favours - Please Take One.

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

Ian gets a miniature model of the Arvani sloop from Chest of Favours - Please Take One.

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

Yuri is overheard praising Thrax.

Ryhalt claps heartily for the winners before continuing conversation on the green-sailed boat.

Rook takes a miniature model of the Arvani sloop from Chest of Favours - Please Take One.

Cesare cheers for the winning team, although it's possible he's also discreetly making a rude gesture in their direction. How predictable of Team Thrax to win at their own event. Gross. Just gross. In any case, he's disembarking the yellow-sailed ship, having somehow not only not made an ass of himself but done well enough to win a couple of the competitions, no thanks to him, to greet everyone at the floating dock, and find a glass of rum.

Raven takes a miniature model of the Arvani sloop from Chest of Favours - Please Take One.

Martino is overheard praising Thrax.

Drake is overheard praising Mattheu.

Martino is overheard praising Mattheu.

Cesare is overheard praising Thrax: A marvelous maritime event - and a delightful display of the fealty's unassailable prowess.

Natasha is overheard praising Thrax.

Natasha is overheard praising Malvici.

Sira has left the a floating dock with seating area for spectators.

Denica is overheard praising Malvici.

Cesare is overheard praising Malvici: Malvici's grip on all things martial includes the naval, and the alcoholic.

Mattheu is overheard praising Cesare: a lovely ship mate

Raven makes a face at something Rook says as the return the ship to where it belongs and offboards, unlookping the room from around the Minister, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't make me regret it." she grumps softly.

Denica is overheard praising Thrax.