(OOC) Nadia says: ... Did Jaenelle go idle?

(OOC) Jaenelle says: No!

Nadia drops A bottle of Muscato d'Aureus white wine.

Nadia drops a heavy bottle of Stone Mountain white whiskey.

Nadia drops a magnum of pale champagne bottled in a faceted crystal vessel and swaddled in silk.


Jaenelle stands at the front of the room, quite comfortable on the make shift stage built for the event. "Tonight" she begins with a grin, voice raising over the normal noise of the salon, "will be all about knowledge. How well do you know know your House history, or the history of other's? Before all of the participants is five glasses, each containing a different beverage. Brandy of House Grayson, wine from House Velenosa, Champaign from House Valardin, whiskey from House Redrain, and rum from House Thrax.

We have two types of questions. Duchess Nadia will be asking general trivia questions, which you must come up with the correct answer to. The questions that I will be asking will be slightly different. Instead of questions, you must choose the proper House the bit of trivia relates to. Teams are certainly encouraged, as it makes it easier to blame someone else if you lose.

After each question, I would highly recommend sampling the House's specific beverage of choice, they are all magnificent."

She looks towards her co-host beside her, should she wish to say anything or dive right in.


Silas has joined the Large Table.

Nadia has arranged herself onto a lavishly cushioned chair arranged slightly leftward of the makeshift stage erected for the event, a hand outstretching for pieces of parchment a Nightgold servant provides her. "Why don't we give everyone a chance to get settled in first, and pick their teams," she delicately suggests, her pale gaze washing over the crowd while she awaits everyone to fully acquaint themselves with the nature of the game and find themselves real estate around tables.

Silas is not the most studious of men, but he is nevertheless likely to be present if only for the good drinks. He sits in his armor at a table, having been too lazy to stop by his manor and get changed, and curiously regards the small glasses poised in front of him. "I'm liking this set-up..." He muses outloud.

Tobias has joined the Bar.


    Darren will arrive just before introductions are made by Jaenelle, shadowing the doorway with his eyes up to the makeshift stage to listen the rules before he'll grunt quietly at the suggestions of teams. Those gathered will be glanced at in turn, before he'll shrug and make his way to the bar. "You know anything about trivia?" he'll ask Tobias with a shrug, the Prince slouching into one of the stools there.

Darren has joined the Bar.


Arianna is positively effervescent tonight, flitting about from place to place as she makes her way from the door way toward one of the tables. SHe is is smiling beatifically at those she passes, though perhaps less so at the decanted beveraged set about. "I think I should do fair y well at trivia," the small woman muses to no one in particular as she wanders. No doubt in search of a table or team to call her own.

Valkieri doesn't look particularly thrilled to be here, but that's nothing new. Silas is at least a familiar face that he has a single mildly pleasant memory involving, so he seats himself stiffly at the table the knight is at. He doesn't do anything as pleasant as say /hello/, but he does eye the line of drinks with something resembling skepticism.

Valkieri has joined the Large Table.

For once, Tobias is not on duty as he goes about this city. His green tunic is fairly well kept, if showing signs of wear, and easily showcase the mans massive masculature on top of his 6'1 height. The only remant of his occupation would be the scabbarded sword at his waist, but otherwise Tobias Telmar heads straight for the bar and orders himself a nice wine before sitting on one of the stools. A gravelly baritone replies. "I'm the last man in this room you want to pair up with. I've barely been keeping up with the latest rumors, let alone the last few years."

Aislin Ashford stands relatively near the doorway, her pale hair actually left to fall free for once; there's a sense that were it not potentially rude, she'd be leaning against the wall with her arms folded in front of her as she watched the various arrivals. Instead, she finally moves among the tables, looking to see whether there are any familiar faces to team up with. Though she's as unsmiling as ever, there's a slight lift to the tall adventurer's eyebrows and a light to her emerald eyes that together suggest some amusement at the entire event.

Abbas has no intention of Triva. The Thraxian Prince had been too long at sea Reaving to 'flounder' so poorly at such a game. The man decides to hang about the periphery and to observe the culture of Arx. (On team too new to the game but want to observe this to learn)

Silas looks to his side as Valkieri seats himself quietly next to him, and although the nobleman doesn't make any vocal greeting towards him, the knight seems to imagine there was. "Ah, Lord Valkieri. It's good to see you again." Perhaps he's fished around for Valkieri's name after the beach party he threw. His attention goes back to the glasses in front of him and he picks up the glass of champagne. "I recognize some of these from Mistress Acacia's contest weeks ago. The whiskey was particularly popular, even though it did not ultimately take home the win. Not my thing, personally."

(OOC) Nadia says: Is everyone at a place where they'll be teamed up/observing?

There is a blush creeping across Jaenelle's cheeks as she might be far too excited for this to begin. She grins bashfully towards Nadia, "you are right, this is why we are hosting this together." As she peeks around the room at those settling, "oh. Also. If you get the question wrong, you must drink. There is a lot of drinking."

(OOC) Silas will gladly help Valkieri lose. ;)


Darren will raise his shoulder up in a shrug to Tobias at his reply, his eyes not necessarily focusing on him but rather sweeping about the room. "Maybe you're exactly the man I want to pair up with," he'll reply with a smirk, "You'll make me look good." It's said with a low chuckle, before he purses his lips, thinking thoughtfully before he'll finally tip his head to Tobias. "What's your name again?"

Aislin has joined the Large Table.

(OOC) Tobias is completely mentally exhausted tonight, so will just observe for a while. Gets coffee.

"Nor I," Valkieri replies, shoulders easing a touch at Silas's greeting, as he eyes said whiskey. "I find it rather distasteful. I imagine this whole event is going to be a disaster." He says it rather mildly, at least. Matter of fact, almost.

A reassuring smile tips the corners of Nadia's mouth as she shares a look with Jaenelle. "You're doing a marvelous job, Your Highness," she promises, before raising her glass of Velenosan wine for a sip. Lyceum branding, right there. "Alright, ladies and gentleman," she casts her melodious voice clear across the salon, flicking her wrist with a torn piece of parchment in her fingers. "Question number one...! Where does the name 'Redrain' come from?" she asks. "Confer amongst yourselves, if you're on a team. No blurting out answers all willy nilly, or else."

"Well, then, at least hope for an /amusing/ disaster?" Aislin suggests, as she settles in at the large table not far from Valkieri. She falls silent as the questions begin.

"Tobias Telmar, General of the Crimson Blades." Tobias gives a nod to Darren, before he turns back to the stage, "if you're looking to team up with the most poorly equipped person here, I'd wager you'll be happy with me, then!" Tobias checks his wine for anything suspicious before he sips.

Silas smiles in Aislin's direction when she sits and their table. "It ought to be." As the questions were already starting, he leaves the introduction for later, and leans in to converse with the two at his table.


Darren will tip his head to Tobias in greeting, then smirk. "Eh, it's all in good fun. Besides, the first question was a give-me," the Prince will joke, his eyes sweeping across the room to land on Nadia, a spark of amusement in his gaze. "You write that one for me, Duchess?" he calls out to her, his chuckles loud and deep.

Nadia belatedly tacks on, with a humored smile flashed to Darren with his call, "Once you have the answer, shout rose gold and we'll call on you!"

"Rose gold," Aislin calls out.


"Rose gold," Darren will shout out, presumably trying to be that much more loudly than Aislin, to try and drown her out.

Silas leans back, seemingly satisfied with the answer 'they' came up with. To be fair, he'd be satisfied even if they were wrong, too.

Nadia loses a tinkling laugh as Aislin's call resounds through the salon, her parchment pointed toward her table, "My darling cousin, Lady Ashford. What answer have you and your team come up with?"

Lydia may be running late, but she glides into the tavern at a leisurely pace as if she hadn't missed anything. There is a hand lifted to Aislin, but it's towards Darren and Tobias that the young woman heads. "Is this the place where the ignorant people sit?" She asks while easing into a seat, which is followed quickly by poking the prince in the arm, "Being that loud, you better get this right!"

Lydia has joined the Bar.

"It dates back to the stand against the White Legion," Aislin answers Nadia, with a tone that suggests this /could/ slip into an enthusiastic lecture on mythology. "The tales say the demons called a rain of blood out of the sky to demoralize the defenders, but Valeria led her forces to hold strong. And I can't argue that if you fight off demons in a literal 'red rain', it might make a nicely dramatic name for your house."

"No, the ignorant people are sitting over there," Darren will note Lydia's arrival at the bar with a smirk, pointing vaguely in a direction that doesn't really land anywhere at all. "Certainly not here, where we are at least another head smarter now," he'll remark with a chuckle. "And of course I had the answer. But Nadia's already cheating and not calling on me," he sighs dramatically, as Aislin answers the question.

"Only you, my darling, would provoke us to ponder your words in your wake," Nadia fondly observes of Aislin when she verges onto a full-on lecture of Redrain mythology. "But, you're correct all the while." She turns her eyes onto the rest of the room expectantly as attendants and servants alike dutifully pour players and observers a glass of Stone Mountain white whisky. "Now, everyone! Drink!"

Samantha makes her way in quietly. No fanfare, no call for attention, just a brief survey of the room before the dark skinned woman seeks out a small table and takes a seat. She defers on the immediately offered whiskey, quietly opting for wine instead and seems quite keen, for the moment, to merely observe the celebrants and their interplay amongst each other.

"Oh, I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that our cousin was just that much quicker than you!" She rests an elbow behind her on the bar and then a glass of whiskey is being shoved at her. "Oh! We're drinking?" She's surprised, having missed the rules, but isn't objecting at all, downing the liquid a moment later.

Silas takes a small sip from the champagne, even though his team technically won that question. He dutifully sets it down and looks to Valkieri with a grin. "I think we've chosen our third team member wisely. Or rather she chose us." He nods to Aislin. "Well done, Lady Aislinn. Quick on the draw."

Valkieri offers Aislin a brief nod of both greeting and acknowledgment for her correct answer. "Lord Valkieri Rubino," he introduces himself before reaching with some reluctance to the glass of whisky that's been poured for him. Ah, well. He lifts it to sip distastefully.

(OOC) Tobias will be afk a while as RL eats him.


Darren will simply scoff at Lydia, before hoisting up his glass. It's tipped to the hosts - Jaenelle and Nadia both - before he slams back the whiskey without a flinch. The empty glass will be set aside, before he remarks to Lydia with a smirk, "At least I knew the answer. You didn't even know the question." The words were punctuated with a deep laugh, as he glances about the room as everyone starts to drink, watching the reactions.

Jaenelle clears her throat, frowning as her eyes find Valkieri. She does not say anything to the man or his predictions, instead she asks her first question after Nadia has done her own, "A Vassal of a Great House has the sigil of a bare tree. Which Great House is it?"

"Lady Aislin Ashford," Aislin replies to Valkieri. She picks up the whiskey, examining it for a moment. Perhaps it's not her usual drink of choice, but she downs it anyway with reasonable confidence. Placing the glass back on the table, she remarks to Silas, not without a dry edge, "History is something of a pastime of mine."

"Rose gold," Darren will shout out, far more quicker this time.

Aislin turns to glance at Silas, which is why she calls out "Rose gold!" only a moment after Darren does.

Jaenelle motions towards Darren as he is the first person to call out, nodding towards him to answer when ready, "please enlighten us, Your Grace."


"That would be the Ashfords," Darren replies to Jaenelle with a wink, before he flashes a grin towards Aislin, just a hint of smugness there. "See? You stea the Redrain question, only proper I steal yours," he'll say to Aislin in a joking tone of voice, chuckling. "What are we drinking now?"

Silas clicks his tongue when Darren shouts out. So close, but kind of ironic. He replies to Aislin with a friendly smile. "Sir Silas Mercier, at your service." His blue eyes briefly flicker over to Samantha and he sends a friendly wave her way.

(OOC) Darren says: You steal*

Aislin raises her empty whiskey glass in silent salute to Darren, acknowledging the point. Turnabout's fair, after all.

Jaenelle nods her head, the interplay between Darren and Aislin causing a giggle, "that is correct, under House Grayson." She lifts her own glass of Brandy in the air, the drink of choice for the Grayson family, "drink!"

Lydia gives Darren a wide grin and a wink as she declares. "See, how things go better when you're ready?" Apparently ignoring the dig about the question as she downs more alcohol.

Aislin sips a little more slowly, as if savoring the taste. Whiskey is largely for swallowing all at once, getting it over with, but brandy should be enjoyed.

Fabulous Grayson brandy is supplied generously to the tables by their designated attendants, discreetly taking away empty glasses and untouched whisky afterward. Meanwhile, Nadia joyously clinks her glass against Jaenelle's own in celebratory laughter at the team seated around the bar, "It looks like Prince Darren and Lady Aislin are dominating the game so far. Come now, everyone! Don't let them get you right drunk before we've gotten to the hard questions," she teases with good humor.


The glass of brandy is picked up and sniffed suspiciously by Darren, before he tips it in another silent salute for the hosts once again. The brandy is knocked back just as expertly as the whiskey, though it's far less enjoyed by the look on his face. He sets the glass aside with a scrunch of his nose, cocking his head to Lydia. "I'm always ready," he smirks, then shakes his head, musing to himself, "I hope this ends in a drunken brawl. Were you ever in attendance of those contests in Farhaven?" he asks his companion, then sighs, "After so many, no one would ever volunteer to be quizmaster. Too many broken bones, I suppose."

Silas happily guzzles the brandy. Guess who is probably responsible for that being the current drink of choice...

The brandy proves a bit more palatable for Valkieri, although he sips it in a similar manner as Aislin. He watches Nadia and Jaelle closely for the next question.

Aislin glances over towards Darren, eyebrows raised as if to ask whether one point each can truly be called 'domination'.

Jaenelle nods her head, the interplay between Darren and Aislin causing a giggle, "that is correct, under House Grayson." She lifts her own glass of Brandy in the air, the drink of choice for the Grayson family, "drink!"

"An early lead by each team, but there are more questions to be asked" Jaenelle assures those who've yet to guess, clinking her glass to Nadia's in return before sipping the liquid. She turns towards Nadia for the next question.

Samantha espies the salute, her own mouth curving in a smile. She may have decided to interpret the greeting as an invitation, however briefly, and she rises from her table to drift toward the man. "Sir Silas," she greets affably, looking toward those around him as well and offering a little nod. Her gaze returns to the knight. "Are you keeping good company this evening?"

    Nadia takes a long draught of her brandy, her eyes alight with genuine appreciation for the unique experience cultivated by House Grayson. "Now, this is truly a delight," she expresses with infectious ferver before revealing the next question: "What does it mean to be as sly as Cella?" She eyes the Velenosans with an expectant look.


"Rose gold," Darren will grunt with a shrug.

    His smile seems to widen when Samantha meanders over and he raises the glass in his hand. "I always keep good company, Marquessa Deepwood. It's nice to see you in the city." He gestures to an empty seat next to him. "Feel free to sit and enjoy the drinks. I don't need all of them. Aaand if you happen to have the answer to that question..."

Aislin has seemingly discovered the down-side of savoring her brandy rather than downing it all at once; it's very hard to call out anything with a mouthful of liquid. Or at least, difficult to do so in any dignified manner. She swallows, and just watches Darren this time.

When it seems Darren's hand is the only to raise in the sea of participants, Nadia points a finger toward him and his compatriots at the bar, "Your answer, Your Highness?" she calls.

A furtive grin is offered to Aislin as Samantha takes a seat at Silas' table. "You're kind, Sir Silas, thank you." she tells him, noting wryly, "I'm afraid I missed the question, though. I'll try to contribute more productively to the next one offered. She takes a sip of her wine, her spine straightening as she regards Nadia attentively.


Darren will glance to Lydia, and then shrug to Nadia. "She's one of the ones in the Lyceum Hall of Heroes. Either the spy or the one that convinced her Thrax husband to war," he notes, before continuing on, "So I'll venture a guess, and say to be as sly as Cella, you have to be wild enough in bed to get your husband to start a rebellion." He smirks to Lydia, and nudges her, "The Lyceum know how to do some things right at least, eh?" he'll chuckle.

Jaenelle has only been a Velenosa for a few months, and must have certainly missed the lessons Darren shares. She looks from him to Nadia, wondering if she'll give it to him, and hiding her grin behind her glass.

Aislin coughs, choking on her brandy in amusement at the answer. Perhaps that's not quite how she'd have put it. She glances over to Nadia, as if wondering whether that counts or whether she should take a crack at it.

Silas seems to sense Jaenelle's unease. "Rose gold if that's not it!"

And Lydia's eyes roll upwards as she slumps back on the bar again. She reaches for her glass although she doesn't yet take a sip. "Always comes down to the same thing with you, and you wonder why you're not at the top of my list!"

    Nadia looks upon Darren with absolute exasperation. "Quite eloquent as ever," she remarks dryly, the corner of her mouth uplifted in fond teasing nonetheless. "Not quite the answer I was looking for, so drink, Your Highness." She looks to Silas, pointing a finger at him. "What do you have for me, Sir Mercier? Surely a name, rather than 'that woman who had some sexual prowess to get a rebellion started in the Lyceum'?"

"I don't really think that anyone is in any sort of lead two questions in," Valkieri notes in a quietly dry voice. His focused is interrupted by the arrival of a messenger, and he's reading the missive he's received when the question is asked. He barely even notices until Darren is answering, and he looks up with something of a sneer. "Countess Procella Pravus, obviously. She had far more cunning than to have to do her convincing in /bed/." He seems to be on his way out, though; whatever message he received apparently requires his presence elsewhere.


"Ah, that's bullshit. You didn't ask for a name," Darren remarks to Nadia, though it's said with a laugh, good natured about his loss. "You said what does it /mean/," he taps his nose, but he'll take his drink anyway.

Silas opens his mouth to answer, but Valkieri blurts it out before he gets the chance to. "Uh, yeah, Countess Procella Pravus." He wrinkles his nose. This wasn't exactly how he expected it to unfold.

Samantha appears, well, rather overwhelmed, and rather like she's not sure which way is up in all this revelry. The quirk of her mouth suggests she's a bit leery of the form of trivia. Valkieri is given a lift of her wineglss in salute at his answer, though.

Samantha has joined the Large Table.

That look of exasperation returns, simply raising a glass of white wine with a tinkling laugh. "It seems as if Lord Rubino wishes us all a round of white wine on behalf of House Pravus, ironically," she claims, taking a note of the bottle as servants skillfully see the tables set with a glass of the same drinks. "Shall we, everyone? To the last drop!"

Valkieri has left the Large Table.

Aislin rubs at the bridge of her nose, somewhere between amusement and exasperation as her team sort of stumble over each other. But the white-haired young woman takes up her drink, and offers a polite enough nod to the departing Valkieri.


"I'm giving myself a half a point, for that," Darren will mention to Lydia with a smirk as he settles back, folding his arms over his chest. He will venture a look in Jaenelle's direction though, flashing her a wide grin.


Darren will /also/ drink his wine, gulping it right down, and muttering something about how he wished it was whiskey instead.

"There are many honored statues throughout the rooms of the Hall of Heroes" Jaenelle says, her next question starting almost where Nadia's ends, even as she lifts her wine glass towards Darren and inclines her head at his look. "Which House's room within the Hall of Heroes has a statue dedicated to an Honored Schemer, the Revenged, and the Ebon Blade?" One in five shot here!

"Very official." Lydia remarks dryly to Darren as she sips from her wine and waits for the next question.

Silas sips at the wine as instructed, looking sheepish all the while. "I'm a little lost on Lycene lore, to be perfectly honest," he mutters to his two teammates. Samantha having replaced Valkieri, the latter being given a salute at his impending departure.

Lydia stares at Darren a moment more and then lifts her glass of wine and calls out to the judges, "Rose Gold!"


"Rose gold!" Darren will shout, waving his empty glass in the air for added effect. But Lydia's just before him, so he'll whoop for her. Loudly. "Way to pull your weight, Lydia."

There is a look of relief on Jaenelle's face as Lydia calls out just moments before Darren does. She offers him a wink before motioning towards the woman, "thank the Gods. Please."

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

Lydia leans over the bar to exchange a few words with Darren, before she looks back. She has one eyebrow crooked, and a wry grin on her face as she says, "House Valardin?" In a hopeful tone.

With a shake of her head, lifting her hand to lower one finger to reveal four left, Jaenelle tells Lydia with a laugh, "wrong, drink. Anyone else wish to guess?"


"Rose gold!" Darren will call out.

Silas says, "Rose gold, though I--yeah Prince Darren already shouted."

Lydia gives Darren a look as she lifts her glass to her lips for a drink.

A look is cast towards Darren and Jaenelle says to Nadia, "does the North always work this well together? They are on a team, are they not?"


Darren will cast a glance to Jaenelle, eyebrows raising and even wagging just a hint. Playfully, of course. "The game is rigged. I don't even know this woman," he flourishes a hand to Lydia, before uttering a laugh and pointing a thumb to Silas. "Give it to him," he'll smirk, before unhooking the flask off his belt and unscrewing it, taking a long gulp.

Nadia has the grace to pull her wine glass from her lips, before erupting into a vibrant laugh at Jaenelle. She says nothing, however, looking instead to Aislin and Samantha. "My ladies?"

Samantha laughingly lifts her hands in surrender. It would seem she either has no idea, or if she knows, she's choosing to play ignorant.

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

Aislin murmurs something to Silas, given that it was he who had shouted out 'rose gold' in answer. But when Nadia glances her way, she raises her voice enough to suggest, "House Velenosa."

Silas looks expectantly at the ladies at his table, and after a quick whispered exchange with Aislin, he seems to relent and rests back in his chair again.

Jaenelle lifts the Velenosa wine handed to her, "correct!" She turns towards Darren and sticks her tongue out, rather maturely.


"That's what I /told/ her to say," Darren will sigh, but he'll stick his tongue right back out at Jaenelle. Because he's just as mature, and perhaps a little tipsy.

Lydia just shakes her head, repeating loud enough for the rest of the people in the room to hear. "Never. trust. again."

Nadia titters softly at Jaenelle's exchange with Darren, rather melodiously declaring to observants and losers of this round alike, "Everyone, please drink 'til the last drop. The game isn't fun if you're all sober and can still manage a full sentence at the end of every round." After her sweet beseeching, she raises her glass to drink deeply of her Velenosan wine for a Velenosan question.

Silas takes a long sip from the champagne, the wine and the brandy. He leaves the Mountain White whiskey untouched.


"Rose gold!" Darren will chime in, although no question has been uttered. Perhaps he's just commenting on the wine, which he'll down cheerfully.

Samantha has been steadfastly avoiding drinking to excess. In fact, she's still nursing the wine she initially odered after walking in. Overly cautious, perhaps?

    Once she's finished her glass of wine, Nadia fumbles through the pile of parchments for a new question, a bubbly laugh escaping her as an alcoholic flush now warms the duchess' cheeks. "Alright, get ready!" she calls, looking around the crowd before unveiling the next question, as prettily and melodiously as a questionably sober duchess can to soften the dubiosity and irony of the question: "Who killed the last king of Sanctum?"

Aislin takes a drink, starting to sway a little bit, making a soft noise of amusement at Darren's enthusiam. She's just turned back to her table when a messenger approaches her to murmur something, prompting a slightly tipsy "/What/?" from Aislin that's easily loud enough to be overheard by others. She offers a polite, apologetic nod towards Silas -- and Samantha, who joined them only recently -- and their hostesses moves to stand from the table. Apparently, she's needed elsewhere. Hopefully nothing's on fire.

A sympathetic look is given to Lydia, shaking her head at what she has been forced to deal with. "I am sure you had the right answer the entire time. You should beat him with those pole things." From spa day. Speaking of spa day, the woman glances back towards Darren, head tilting slightly as she stares at him longer than needed to. Too much alcohol. She then turns towards Nadia for the next question.

Lydia is drinking deep as the question is asked. She looks sidelong to Darren, a smirk forming on her lips and then she calls out, loudly, "Rose Gold!"

Abbas was not the sort for games. His dark eyes scanned the room. His casual dress did not distinguish him. Soldier's hands gripped a tankard. The man drank ale and watched as people frolicked. He was paying particular to the actions of the more noble or distinguished in the crowd. Nary an answer. No gold roses for this Prince.

Aislin has left the Large Table.

Nadia points a finger at Lydia when she hears their famed precious ore from her sister, "My lovely sister, please tell us the answer!"

Silas looks crestfallen when Aislin departs. "Now it's only us..." He asides to Samantha despondently. "But we shall try."


"/You/ could come beat me with those pole things," Darren will retort to Jaenelle with a wry grin, before he bellows out into laughter again, sucking from the flask he holds. Then, he'll promptly nudge Lydia in the ribs. "I hope you know this one. No help from me, /this/ time," he remarks.

Nadia may have too high of an opinion of Lydia. The young woman is still leaning back against the bar, seemingly pleased with herself, "Well, I'm not up on my history, but I'm pretty sure it was either demons, elves, or shavs. Not sure which, buuuuutttt....I'm gonna go with elves!"

"Later" Jaenelle tells Darren, all serious like. "Or the other way around. We'll flip for it." She turns her attention towards Lydia, brows furrowing as she leans all the way over to look at Nadia's parchment. "That does not say elves."

Silas hums thoughtfully. "Rose gold, then?" Chances are he was going to guess, too.

Nadia just stares disbelievingly at Lydia, but she doesn't seem entirely surprised. "Lydia, drink," she urges her sister with a tinkling laugh, looking to team Silas. "Yes?"

Silas clears his throat. "Since it was the -last- king... my guess is a shav chieftain. It sounds much more plausible than elves." He nods sagely at no one in particular.


Darren will just flash a bold grin to Jaenelle, before chuckling into his flask as he takes another long gulp. Lydia's failure at answering the question is not even registered by the prine.

Silas says, "Or at the behest of a shav chieftain."

Nadia merely shakes her head, repeating her command to Silas like a soft mantra with girlish glee, "Sir Silas, I bid you to drink 'til the last drop." She raises the parchment with a flutter of a wrist, "Dame Sugan was the one to kill the last King of Sanctum."

"Oh well!" Lydia says lightly, not seeming to care overmuch as she sips from her glass.

"War is brutal and bloody. There are never any guarantees that you might make it home alive. The question: In which House can you be a Warchief -or- in line for succession, but never both?" Jaenelle asks, her third piece of history. Drunk former Thraxians should not be talking of war and manly things.

Silas looks genuinely surprised at this answer. "Huh. Really?" He gets to knocking back the brandy, downing it entirely.


"'Til the last," Darren will cheers to Lydia, and then to Jaenelle and Nadia as well, before he'll down another gulp from his flask, rather than what's on the table. To Jaenelle's question, he raises his flask fterward, "Rose gold."

Jaenelle points and wiggles a finger towards Darren, leaving her place on the stage to lower herself onto a chair.


"We're going to go with...." Darren will trail off, looking over to Lydia and muttering something to her with lifted brows. Then, he'll shrug, and tilt his head back to Jaenelle. "Green..march?" It's an absolute guess.

Silas tilts his head at Darren's guess. He seems impressed.

Jaenelle just smiles at the man, slowly shaking her head in the process, "no. "Duchess" she calls over towards Nadia, "is he sure?"

Silas says, "Rose gold."

Silas smiles vacantly.

Jaenelle gives the floor to Silas!

Nadia just shakes her head at Darren, the young duchess litle more than a pile of giggles alongside Jaenelle. She looks to Silas, tilting her head in expectance.

Silas squints and looks uneasily at the two hostesses. "Uh... Nightgold maybe?"

The princess points towards Darren, "the correct answer is Redrain." Jaenelle nudges Nadia, "Where is Princess Deva, we must talk to her. Drink again."

"Well I was closer," he mutters to comfort himself before the guardsman gets drinking again. Their chastisement of the Redrain prince was given a chortle.


Darren smirks right back to Jaenelle, squinting at her. "I was trying to let someone else get a point. I'm already up," he waves a hand with a flourish, then sucks a drink from his flask. "That's what I get, for trying to be a gentleman."

Lydia lifts her own cup in salute first to her sister, than to Darren and she drinks deep.

"We'll blame it on the whisky," Nadia murmurs sympathetically to Jaenelle on Darren's behalf. She looks down at her pile of parchments, then at her fabulous co-host. "It seems we're all out of questions, and Prince Darren and Sir Silas have drank their team's bottles dry! I do believe that, that was the final round..." A look to Jaenelle, seeing if she has famous last words.

Jeanelle looks over the parchments, then towards the bottles of alcohol. Seeing them all mostly empty, clearly the event is over whether there are questions left or not. "I believe you are correct, my lovely co-host. We have finished this evenings trivia, with all of you being the winner." Because no one kept count. "I hope you all take this history lesson with you, and try to avoid making the same mistakes again."