Waldemai observes from the cheap seats in the rafters, "Could be slow this week. Not even the princess is here." He spots Lady Lethe down below and gives a friendly wave.

Lethe takes a look around. She smiles as she sees Waldemai and waves back.

After a few quick words with Felicia, Brogan stands up from the Ringside Table, and looks to the gathered crowd. "Princess Valencia sends her deepest apologies for not being able to attend tonights Sip'n Spar." His voice carries out around the Arena, "So, instead, you all get the displeasure of having me as your Host tonight for Drinking, Fighting, and whatever happens in between..." He grins as he looks at those he knows, ".. but I won't be held responsible for what happens after!" Lifting his arms, he booms out, "Welcome! And Thank You for coming tonight! As always, the Golden Hart appreciates your patronage, and is always happy to have you. Please, enjoy your time, enjoy the display of martial skill, and remember to most importantly enjoy the Drinks!" All said and done, he gives one final wave, and seats himself back down at the table with Felicia.

Lethe has joined the upper rafters.

Mirari raises her drink to Brogan from her perch in the rafters. "Thanks for helping out Brogan! Why don't you get into the ring and slap someone around, we need someone to start the show!"

Duarte whistles loudly with the fingers in the mouth - soccer dad style - "Yeah Brogan!"

Into the Arena strides Esoka. All confidence and bright energy, as she generally is when she comes to these things. A half-bow is sketched to Brogan, in thanks for his hosting duties. And then she goes to get herself a drink and scout out a place to sit.

Zoey waves over to Esoka. It seems that the Bisland lady is holding a table.

Standing up from the ringside table, Brogan looks to the rafters and Mirari and Duarte with a grin, "More than likely you'll see someone knock me around the ring for a bit if we're using weapons of any sort..." His smile is friendly to the two, "I heard Violet was going to be here for a display of Archery. Maybe we'll get lucky and have a chance at that later?" His eyes land on Esoka and Zoey, a wave in their direction, "And how're you all doing tonight?"

Adalyn makes her way in, smiling brightly to anyone who looks the least bit friendly. Being new to the event but not so new to the Hart, she finds herself a drink and looks around the place, even peering up at those dangling in the rafters. "I see the sipping, but where's the sparring?"

Felicia throws back the rest of her whiskey and rises to her feet,"I'll fight the first person." she opts for as she sets the glass ungently upon the table,"Who's game?"

Felicia has left the ringside table.

"Brogan is looking for a match, he was just bragging about how good he is with weapons!" Mirari calls down, trying hard not to laugh. She raises her glass to Brogan to encourage him.

"Except Brogan." Felicia elects to qualify.

Norwood enters just in time to hear Adalyn and Felicia's comment and makes his way towards the table she has just left. "Was he in deed - Dame Felicia, have you met my daughter Adalyn?" Norwood waves a hand between the two before absolutely taking the seat.

Mirari begins to laugh, leaning nearly double. She reaches out and pushes Duarte away from her with the palm of her hand as she tries to contain her giggles.

Norwood has joined the ringside table.

"Fine, well I'll take on either of you," Adalyn says with a toothy grin. Catching her father's voice, she looks over her shoulder and spots him. "Papa! I'd fight you, but we can spar any day, can't we?"

The Northman waves to Adalyn as she moves into the Arena, "Working on it. Just waiting for some folks to get interest ed..." When both Mirari's and Felicia's comments are thrown about the room. Brogan gives a simple shrug, "Any other takers for Dame Felicia?" He gives a quick nod to Norwood in greeting, "No bragging here. I find it doesn't fit when you've not the skill to back it up."

Felicia dips her head to Adalyn with a tight kind of smile,"Yes, Sir Clement, you introduced us at the training center after we gave your new blade a try out." there's a loft of her brow,"We can give it another shot, if you'd like? Or perhaps with someone else... I'll cede the floor for the purpose."

"Did I?" Norwood frowns and then shakes his head briefly. "Then you must have hit harder than I had thought. I would take a bout, but why don't you and Adalyn? She seems to have her dander up tonight?" Norwood looks way too innocent as he looks at his daughter.

Esoka gives Zoey a boisterous wave in return. And to that table she goes, after she's claimed a large mug of ale. "Lady Zoey Bisland! Good eve! Will you be taking a turn in the arena tonight, or just here to watch?"

Esoka has joined the raised seating.

Felicia gives a tsch,"I didn't touch your head." she points out before raising a brow at Adalyn. She's willing, certainly, to judge from the way she strolls out to the sands,"I've only had one whiskey.. so it should be a fair fight." she gives a too toothy kind of smile.

Zoey smiles at Esoka and indicates her silks. "Not tonight," she says with a laugh. "I'm afraid I'm only a fair hand at archery and my swordsmanship is in desperate need of work."

Waldemai climbs down from the rafters, taking a smith's hammer from his belt. "I'll try you, Dame Felicia, for the Honor of Gloria and if it will get the night started." He waves to the healers standing by. "Do your best, boys and girls. I'll need plenty of work afterward."

Adalyn grins at Felicia. "I would be delighted for the chance to spar with you. I figure you never learn anything unless you go up against someone better than you, so I would be honored by the chance." She jerks a thumb over at her father Norwood. "Seems too easy to make a joke about his memory going, eh?" She winks at the other womman.

Waldemai climbs back up, breathing a sigh of relief.

Brogan casts a glance up towards Mirari and Duarte, a grin tossed their way at the antics in the rafters, but he looks around at the gathered group. "There we go, now there's a line waiting for Dame Felicia. Let's get this kicked off proper, and keep the drinks flowing." He waves a large hand in Waldemai's direction, "Not just the best healers but the best drinks too! When you wake up you'll feel right as rain with a little buzz to move you on your way."

Mirari slaps Waldemai gently on the back, laughing. "Instead of fighting you can bet on the fight with me." She grins and points down to the ring. "Who will you have?"

"Well, you know... too much alcohol and fighting will do that to the best of men." Felicia smiles, turning her head at Waldemai's offer and then laughing as he elects to retreat again,"Alright, my lady. When you're ready." she dips her head to Adalyn, drawing out her blade and giving it a casual little test.

Felicia wields steel great sword of the King's Own.

Felicia has joined the ring of valor.

Adalyn has joined the ring of valor.

Adalyn wields defiant garnet roses of steel blade.

A fight has broken out here. Use @spectate_combat to watch, or +fight to join.

The huge form of Sir Jeffeth Bayweather enters the arena, his eyes skimming over those present. Many smiles are cast about, the big man beaming at Mirari. Taking a few steps towards her table he leans in, pressing one hand on her shoulder as he leans in to mutter something softly to her. The Bayweather Knight is then moving down to Brogan and Norwood's table. "Lord Nightgold. Sir Norwood Clement."

Jeffeth has joined the ringside table.

Echo has joined the ringside table.

The crowd begins to cheer in anticipation of their first fight of the night. Brogan is hosting in place of Princess Valencia tonight, and it seems the drinks are flowing a bit more than normal ... perhaps the Northman loves to see everyone drink as much as him! As Jeffeth walks in, Brogan gives him a broad smile, "Hello Sir Jeffeth! Glad you could join us tonight. What're you drinking?"

With all the activity going on in the Hart tonight, Echo had managed to sneak on in and should a quick, "Gloria be with you two!" A smile was flashed to those in the ring and dropped into the seat nearest at the ringside table. "Evening." After her quick greeting to those around her, she glanced around the room, waving out to her friends around the room.

Adalyn takes moderate damage.

Adalyn takes moderate damage.

Adalyn takes minor damage.

3 Armed Confessors arrives, following Giulio.

Elara quietly enters the arena. She doesn't pause to look around but makes her way to the bar, aiming for the very end. There she orders a wine as her eyes go to the current match on the sands. Her face is a serene mask, neither smiling nor frowning.

A flurry of blows, and Adalyn takes a couple quick hits, enough to make her ears ring. She steps back and holds up a hand to pause. "Dame Felicia. I yield to you and thank you for the bout. Even this much shows me how far I have to go."

Giulio has joined the upper rafters.

Mirari sneaks a sly glance over to Waldemai, her hand held out and a grin on her face. When he pays her she nods, a slightly smug look on her face. "Your turn Waldemai, get down there and make us proud." She jokes, nudging the smith with her elbow.

Trailed by armed confessors, the young Mazetti lord makes his way into the Arena. There's a flit of his gaze towards those present. A nod is made towards the bar and one of those fellows traverses the distance, claiming a bottle of brandy. Taking note of a few lovely individuals, he makes his way up to the upper rafters, joining those there without so much as a by your leave.

Felicia's a focused woman, tonight, there might be less aggression in the way she moves, but there's a precision to it, her greatsword held with a comfortable lightness. The first pass where Adalyn's struck there's barely a blink to the redhead, for all that she gives the other woman a moment to recover before moving in. The next couple of passes there's a small furrow to her brow, and she hand been about to raise her hand when Adalyn does instead. There's something... apologetic, almost, in the way she bows to her opponent deeply,"I thank you also, and apologise for any bruises caused."

When Elara walks in, Brogan looks up from the ringside table, and gives her a welcome nod. "Welcome to the Golden Hart. If there's anything you need, just ask, and feel free to jump in on the fights if you're interested in it." When he spots Giulio, the Northman grins, "Lord Giulio! Glad to see you again. A drink later if you've got time?"

"Adalyn," Norwood provides Felicia's opponent's name, and then stands himself. "Sir Jeffeth, I don't suppose you would be willing to oblige me? I'm afraid I have already been beaten by Dame Felicia recently."

Smiling brightly to Norwood, Jeffeth dips his chin to the older knight. "Sir. Good to see you again." Glancing over his shoulder the huge knight smiles brightly to Valencia. "Whatever is served easiest." Glancing back to Norwood the huge man blinks before nodding. "Of course Sir. I would be happy to oblige."

Norwood has left the ringside table.

Adalyn grins and claps Felicia on the shoulder in a companionable way. "Bruises toughen you up, right? Let me buy you a drink to thank you." She looks back to her father, who is already setting up a match of his own. Well, at least there should be plenty of action tonight.!

"Yes." Felicia agree's distractedly with Norwood's words,"Lady Adalyn." she offers with a tight smile, sliding away her blade as she cedes the sands and makes her way back to the ringside table and her book.

As happenstance would have it Alban arrives somewhat late to the event. The man looks just a touch dishevelled as if he had to move quickly. He straightens his vest, tunic, and gives himself a brief once over before raking his fingers through his hair. Now that he is somewhat presentable Alban takes a look around to check the seating arrangements and moves away from the door way so as to not block it.

Felicia has left the ring of valor.

Adalyn has left the ring of valor.

Norwood has joined the ring of valor.

On his way up, he nods towards Brogan. "Of course, my good man. Of course." There's a flash of a grin offered the fellow, his head tilting his way.

Mirari shoots a look at Waldemai, an eyebrow raised slightly. "Alright Waldemai, which one do you want to put money on this time?" She asks, aiming a thoughtful look at the ring.

Felicia grins at Adalyn,"I have a bottle of whiskey, but you're welcome to join me in it. My apology's, again, usually my restraint is better. Besides... Sir Clement's already picked to join the others there, come sit."

Felicia has joined the ringside table.

Jeffeth has left the ringside table.

Jeffeth has joined the ring of valor.

Adalyn has joined the ringside table.

"Welcome!" Brogan rumbles to Alban as he wanders into the Arena, "If you've need of anything, let me know, and keep in mind the drinks are on the house tonight. Free booze and betting on the fights up in the rafters if you're feeling lucky.." A grin up towards Mirari, "Be careful though, she might take all you've got."

Norwood takes care with setting his house sword to one side before taking up his newer sword and settling himself. "Ready sir?"

Elara turns her attention on Brogan as her greets her. She looks the northman over thoughtfully for a second before she inclines her head slightly. "Thank you," She says, pitching her voice just high enough to carry across the noisy place. As Alban arrives she turns to glance over her shoulder for Brogan greets him too. A faint smile, there and gone, graces her face as she nods to him as well.

The gigantic knight takes to the ring, looking sidelong at Norwood as he draws his blade. The big man gives a bright smile to Norwood before going into a deep bow. "Sir Norwood. An honor to face you. May Gloria be honored by our test of arms." Sir Jeffeth Bayweather straightens up and circles the ring some.

"I'll take your bet, Waldemai." Mirari responds, gesturing towards Norwood. "Five hundred on Sir Norwood." She shifts a bit in the rafters to make way for the Mazetti Lord. "I hope you brought brandy." She mutters to him.

A fight has broken out here. Use @spectate_combat to watch, or +fight to join.

Jeffeth takes minor damage.

Norwood takes minor damage.

Jeffeth takes minor damage.

Norwood takes minor damage.

Norwood takes minor damage.

Norwood takes moderate damage.

Norwood is more confident with his new weapon this time, and the start of the fight is evenly matched. Norwood's expression is a wry grin as they trade blows, nicking one another slightly until a heavier blow lands. "Oh that was //well// done Sir Jeffeth." Norwood is complimentary as he shakes off the weight of the hit.

Brogan calls out to the two combatants in the ring, "That's it! Put on a Show!" and the crowd in the Hart responds with a cheer of their own for the fighters. Brogan raises his drink to Norwood and Jeffeth in salute, and turns his attention back to the conversation at the table.

Elara has joined the bar.

As the fight begins, Sir Jeffeth is careful about his strike. Parries are exchanged as well as blades glancing against armor. Eventually as the fight goes on the big man starts to settle more into his normal fighting style. Using his prodigious size to his advantage. The big man sets his shoulders as he moves through the sands, using his large steps to claim and own the battlefield, aiming to drive Norwood back into a smaller and smaller zone. Trying to wear down and eliminate the area Norwood would have to dodge or run to. A heavy blow is sent against Norwood's shoulder as Jeffeth steps forward. "You are a competent swordsman, Sir Clement. You do Gloria honor." He is then stepping forward to ram his shoulder into the other man attempting to knock him off balance.

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

Jeffeth takes serious damage.

Jeffeth takes minor damage.

Norwood takes minor damage.

Norwood takes moderate damage.

Waldemai cheers from the rafters. "A fine fight! Keep it up!"

Norwood rolls out of the trap that Jeffeth has managed to put him in, trading a few glancing blows before landing a harder knock on the large knight. "I would hope to have some skill, else Duke Cristoph would be foolish to allow me to wield the Sword of Artshall." He grins as he takes another hit, shifting himself to not take it on the same shoulder as before. "You're light on your feet for such a large man."

Zoey smiles at Ian and waves from her perch up at the raised seats with Esoka.

Norwood takes minor damage.

Ian is late for the Sip and Spar! Oh noes! But he's here now. His leather coat is unbuttoned, revealing a linen shirt that sticks to his skin a little bit due to him being wet. He's not dripping (anymore), but he definitely was soaking wet not long ago. His hair is plastered to his head.

"Lord Ian and Lord Ignacio, Welcome!" Raising his glass to the two, "I'm hoping the night sees you well, and obviously you're in need of drinks! Come, enjoy the fight between Sir Jeffeth and Sir Norwood." and he grins as he waves the two over to share a drink.

As Jeffeth went in hard, he paid for it. Grunting as he is knocked aside the head, Jeffeth quickly shakes it off and swings his blade up to parry an overhead strike. "Ah Duke Cristoph. A fine man." The big man murmurs even as he's stepping to the side to deliver another heavy blow to Norwood's side. Rounding the smaller man, Jeffeth gives a light shrug. "Not so fast on my feet, just quick with my hands." Which seems to be true, few of Jeffeth's movements to save himself comes from fancy footwork or dodging out of the way but rather quick parries or shifts of his huge body /in/ to the action rather than out.

Ignacio wanders over to the bar, collecting a glass of wine from a servant, slipping a few silvers to him. The knights gaze shifts over to Brogan, flashing the man a smile and a nod before working his way up to the upper rafters, joining those up there.

Ignacio has joined the upper rafters.

Norwood takes minor damage.

Jeffeth takes moderate damage.

Jeffeth takes minor damage.

Alban nods his head to Brogan in thanks, "I will keep that in mind." He says with a small smile before he is distracted by the action in the ring. After a bit he hmms, "It will be a tricky thing for Sir Jeffeth to lose this now, I think." Then he turns and makes his way over towards the bar. Spotting Elara he chuckles softly, "Lady Helios, for one who purports not to drink often, why is it I always find you at a bar?" He says with light playfulness as he pulls up a stool next to the woman, joining her at the bar.

Alban has joined the bar.

Norwood is ~tired~ now. "One of these days I'm going to find myself some lighter armor for bouts like this." He says it while panting, the fatigue wearing him down. When his hits land they are well enough, and Jeffeth's the same. "Your movements might be light, but your hits are hard enough."

Ian stops walking when Brogan greets him. He pushes his wet hair away from his face, and nods to the man. Intense blue eyes scan the scene. His gaze lingers on the fighting for a moment, but not for long. When he sees Zoey and Esoka at the raised seating, he heads that way. He heads that way slowly, and watching his feet the entire time.

The big man is getting tired as now, though he seems to have more life in him than the older knight. Perhaps its just the confidence of youth. The large Knight of Solace is unrelenting his attacks, hand quick to parry and block against Norwood's assault as he seeks to press the man once again into one corner of the sands. Jeffeth hunkers his large shoulders down attempting to once again hem Norwood in. "Hopefully all this mass I have is of some use to me." He grins while swinging a glow at Norwood's midsection.

Ian has joined the raised seating.

Norwood checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 13, rolling 27 higher.

Norwood remains capable of fighting.

Jeffeth takes minor damage.

Esoka offers Ian a bow of her shoulders as he approaches. "My lord. The competition is spirited tonight." She came in her leathers but looks pretty relaxed at present. Nursing an ale, elbow propped on the table in front of her as she watches Norwood and Jeffeth face off.

Norwood takes one last blow and it's enough to drive the older man to a knee, the breath knocked out of him. "I yield Sir Jeffeth," His sword lays on the ground for a moment before he heaves himself back up, a wry smile under his salt-and-pepper beard. "It was a pleasure Sir Jeffeth."

Waldemai cheers from the rafters. "Well fought! Well fought, you two!"

Mirari doesn't say anything as she hands Waldemai a small coin purse. She claps afterwards, a grin on her face as she gazes down from the rafters.

Wash comes in looking damp. He's had time to change clothes and warm up, but he looks like he's been swimming recently. "Ian!"

Ian eases himself into a seated position with a faint exhalation of gratitude. Up close, he smells like seawater. He grins at Wash from the raised seating, and motions him over.

Swinging his hand out to help Norwood up the large knight goes to sheathe his blade. "An honor Sir Norwood." Jeffeth bellows once Norwood is up the big man gives another bow before making his way off the sands.

Norwood has left the ring of valor.

Zoey leans over to kiss Ian's cheek in greeting before waving over at Wash.

"Well Met!" Brogan calls out to Wash, his head tilted a little bit at the damp look, but simply offers "Maybe a drink to warm the blood?" Then turns his attention to the two combatants, "Good Fight! Thank you, Sir Jeffeth and Sir Norwood!" and whistles loudly for them both.

Jeffeth has left the ring of valor.

Jeffeth has joined the ringside table.

Norwood has joined the ringside table.

Mirari laughs at something Waldemai says, and after a moment she claps a hand over her mouth to hush herself.

Felicia applauds from her spot at the table before collecting her whiskey again, fingers drumming briefly against the side of the glass before she takes a large swallow from it.

Wash heads directly to Brogan's offer. "I appreciate that. Not the right time of year to take a swim in the harbor." He admits. "You got whiskey or something, right?" He asks.

Brogan nods his head, "Like fish love water, my friend..." and pours Wash a glass of Northern Whiskey from the table he's at, "This'll put a fire in your belly, and warm up the bones." handing him the glass and raising his own in salute.

Esoka's sleeve is caught by a server, who whispers something or other in her ear. The knight grunts, nodding, and gulps down the last few drops in her ale mug. "I fear, Lady Zoey, that I will have to end this evening early tonight. Duty calls." She stands, offering a parting bow to Ian. "May Gloria bring the pair of you many good fights.

Ian nods to something Zoey says -- or maybe he's nodding a greeting to Esoka? "Of course." He motions a waitress over and asks her to bring a bottle of whiskey to the raised seating.

Wash has joined the ringside table.

Zoey nods to Esoka with a smile. "I'll come see you soon for that lesson," she says, eyes twinkling. "Be well, Dame Esoka."

Wash sits down with Brogan to drink the alcohol in a civilized manner.

"Who's next!" Mirari calls from the rafters.

Felicia raises her glass in Wash's direction,"Admiral, welcome." she offers in an absent tone, for all there's an effort at a smile after it.

Esoka has left the raised seating.

Ian is civilized! He uses a glass!

Ignacio has left the upper rafters.

Ignacio has joined the upper rafters.

Mirari peers down from the rafters at the people seated below. "Nobody is volunteering, that means that you're really up Waldemai, go hit someone with your hammer."

Echo has left the ringside table.

Waldemai is drunk enough for that, plus he won't feel the pain quite so badly. "All right," he says, climbing down. "But I'm putting a thousand on my opponent."

Waldemai has left the upper rafters.

Waldemai has joined the ring of valor.

Waldemai wields Smith's Hammer.

white-tailed eagle arrives, following Thesarin.

Echo has joined the ringside table.

"Someone step in there and relieve Waldemai of his senses, he's apparently paying!" Mirari calls out, making a decent attempt at not laughing. "If someone doesn't get in there, I'm going to do it."

Felicia chuckles at Waldemai's claim before turning her attention to Echo,"Her highness and I will take the bout after the good smith has had the opportunity to thump someone with his hammer." she grins.

"Sounds good." Echo claps Felicia on the shoulder before flashing Mirari a warm smile. "Mind showing off those claws in the meantime? It's always a good show."

Zoey spots Thesarin and smiles at him, waving him over to the Raised Seating.

Norwood grins at Wash - "It's a fight I would take if I hadn't just taken a beating of my own. How about it?" To Wash, "Will you take the good smith up on his offer? And bet on him in return?"

Waldemai waits in the Ring of Valor, spinning his hammer. Got to get the old head speed up.

Thesarin steps into the Hart, looking as always like a shav warlord dressed up as a Grayson nobleman. He glances over the attendees, and sees Zoey's motion, and starts over toward her and her companions with a nod. "Lady Bisland, how do."

"Someone give me a knife. I'll see if I can lose this man a thousand silver." Wash says, standing up.

Zoey smiles warmly at Thesaring. "Count Riven, won't you join us?" She motions to a seat at the table with her and Ian. And then she cheers when Wash stands up.

"I have some hairpins you can use." Mirari says, giggling softly. "They're pretty and kind of pink, that's just as good as a dagger, right?"

As Thesarin moves into the Arena, Brogan offers the man a smile, "Well Met, Thesarin. Drinks are on the Hart tonight. Enjoy yourself, and if you've got time after speaking with Lady Zoey you can stop by and have a drink." Then smiles in Zoey and Ian's direction.

Ian is the only companion tonight for Zoey. And he's... wet, for some reason. Also, he smells like seawater. He nods to Thesarin.

Norwood flicks a glance over towards Jeffeth as his smile grows wider and he practically beams at Adalyn. "She is my greatest achievement Sir Jeffeth, all other pale in comparison." Nothing quite like embarrassing your daughter in front of other fighters, yes?." Wash's comment has his looking up. "I'd be honored if you wanted to use mine," and he offers up his sword to Wash.

Ignacio has left the upper rafters.

Waldemai checks out the knife. The leathers he wears for keeping sparks off will hold up okay. He pulls his cloak tighter around himself.

Giulio has left the upper rafters.

Giulio has joined the ringside table.

Wash has left the ringside table.

Wash has joined the ring of valor.

"Hope you're well," Thesarin nods toward Zoey, and starts to take a seat beside her. He lifts his chin up toward Brogan as he settles into place. "Could be I will, Lord Nightgold. How now, eh?" Ian gets a look, just a little curious, and a short nod. "Lord Kennex."

Standing, Giulio makes his way from the upper rafters to the ringside table. Settling down there, he flashes those present a grin. Brogan and Felicia receive a grin, the former receiving a clap to the shoulder. "Brogan. I trust you are well?" One brow rises the smallest bit. "And Dame Harrow, of course." He looks towards the rest, with a flash of a grin and a dip of his head. "Lord Giulio Mazetti," he offers.

Thesarin has joined the raised seating.

Quite late to the party, Caspian arrives with an easy sway in his stride, pausing briefly to look around the area area, checking to see any fights going on. He makes his way over to the raised seating that Zoey and Ian sit in, smiling to the two as he wonders, "Mind if I join you?"

Tonight it seems Brogan is hosting the Sip and Spar, which started out far more Sip, but thanks to Felicia and Adalyn it's become just as much Spar as any other night. As Caspian wonders in, the Northman gives him a large smile, "Caspian! Come on, time to drink, and I'll let you choose. I've had a few whiskeys already, and might use something to change my tastes." He looks to Giulio, "Giulio! Good to see you. What're we drinking tonight?" and he returns the clap with a squeeze of his own on the other man's shoulder.

Ian has a bottle of whiskey AND A GLASS (because he's civilized). He's in the middle of telling some kind of story to Zoey. Probably the story of why he's wet and smells like seawater. "Master Wild. Please do."

Lethe has left the upper rafters.

Jeffeth has left the ringside table.

Jeffeth has joined the upper rafters.

Waldemai is still swinging his hammer as Lord Wash climbs into the ring. "It's a better view from here than from outside, isn't it, my lord?" He hitches up his cloak again, and calls out, "A thousand on Lord Wash. And at the end the healers will attest to the many scars I'll have!"

Violet arrives looking sprightly and with a smile on her face. As she moves through for the grounds themselves she spots familiar figures. "Brogan!" She says to the big man as she comes up to his table. "I hope I haven't missed anyone who might want a real challenge," She shifts the bow on her back with a mischevious smile.

Felicia dips her head to Giulio,"Lord Mazetti tends to favor his brandy." the redhead advises, a salute offered briefly with her whiskey glass.

Elara has left the bar.

Giulio sets a bottle down on the table before them, laughing to Brogan. "Well, tonight, I've a bottle of the Third Wall Reserve, for those that haven't had the opportunity -- but, I suspect you and I shall have to share a glass of something gut wrenching. There is a polished white pear brandy that tasts like -- fire in the veins." One brow lofts, his lips quirking.

Zoey smiles at Thesarin. "Count Riven, have you met Master Wild?" she asks, indicating Caspian. "And I'm quite well. How is your family? I stopped by Heron Hall earlier, but I was told that I had just missed you and the Countess."

Caspian turns when he sees Brogan calling over to him, grinning to him as he waves, "I need to speak with Lord Ian! When I'm done I'll come over to you!" He promises the man with a grin his way. "Maybe we can even go a round!" And with that, he sits himself down with the others.

Caspian has joined the raised seating.

Mirari gets a pair of brushed silver hairpins crowned with pink chalcedony roses from a thin multi-strand silver chatelaine dangling keys and small leather pouches.

"Caspian!" Norwood calls out as he settles to one side calling out to the man a greeting. Then hw lowers his voice to whisper into Adalyn's ear.

Ignacio has joined the upper rafters.

Ignacio wanders back into the arena, working his way back into the rafters and retaking his seat up there.

Wash pats his pockets, looking for a knife. "Thousand on me, huh? Well..." He waves for Mirari to throw him her hairpins. "What if I am armed with ... THESE?!"

"If you get blood on them, you have to buy them!" Mirari calls out, raising her glass towards the ring.

What's going on in the ring catches Ian's attention out of the corner of his eye, and the sight of Wash brandishing pink hairpins is enough to drag a surprised cough out of him that might actually have been a laugh.

Wash wields a pair of brushed silver hairpins crowned with pink chalcedony roses.

Caspian offers a wave over to Norwood next, giving the man a wide grin before he turns to those at the seats he are at to speak quietly to them.

Giulio toasts Brogan with something poured from a brown, earthenware jug. He takes a swallow and manages not to choke. There is, however, a hint of watering in his eyes. His head shakes slightly and he says, "Smooooooth."

Zoey blinks and then applauds for Wash with the pink hairpins!

When Violet enters and calls out, Brogan looks over to her and waves her over to the ringside table, "Violet!" He returns to her, "There's been some good fights. Next is going to be Princess Echo and Dame Felicia. Definitely a good one..." He nods towards some netting at the arena, "I think we can figure out something for you, or a display of your skill at least. I know the Princess had something in mind for you this time around." To Giulio, Brogan offfers a big grin, "I'd happy to try both as I think a little drink that's a bit different is good tonight." He Nods to Caspian, a chuckle rumbles out, "Well, we can give it a shot, but something tells me I might as well be chasing around something far too fast for me to catch."

Waldemai looks up to Wash, "Well, you know what they say when someone says, 'Mine's bigger than yours.' They say, 'It's not the size of the tool, it's the skill of the user!'" Although it's true that Waldemai's hammer could smash those pretty hairpins back to silver ore.

Ian is overheard praising Wash for: Hairpins. Pink. Hairpins.

"Met a time or two." Thesarin gives Caspian a nod, settling back into the raised seating. He looks over at Zoey, looking stern. "Busy, always. Times coming..." He shakes his head slowly, taking a breath in and out. The children in good health. Vahari... old enough to be worried." He shakes his head again. "Sorry we missed you. You been well?"

"They only say that if they are trying to salve your ego." Wash rejoinders. "All skill being equal, size will make a difference."

Zoey is overheard praising Mirari for: Happy to help out with hairpins!

A fight has broken out here. Use @spectate_combat to watch, or +fight to join.

Violet glances at Wash as he shouts and raises a blond brow. "What did I miss?" She asks in amusement. She moves to stand by the sands to watch, but still near enough to speak with Brogan. "Her highness had said things would be set up so any archer, not just me, could possibly participate. I had some ideas too. I'm curious what Echo has in mind," She glances about for the Redrain princess.

Wash takes minor damage.

Brogan grins at Giulio, and when he's handed the drink he raises it in salute. "Thank you, my friend." and he takes a long drink. His breathes in deeply, holds it for a second, and then let's it out very slowly. "Oh yes.... verryyyy smoooth."

Wash takes minor damage.

Giulio calls out, "I'll take that bet, by the by, Waldemai. If you lose, I'll have to run back to the bank, though."

Waldemai takes serious damage.

Waldemai gets in a quick hit and then is savagely hairpinned. "I'm not a wig," he declares, mostly joking. Mostly.

"Oh geez." Echo rubs at her chin and considers Violet for a beat. "An archery competition could be setup fairly easily - Just a bunch of targets facing /away/ from where everyone is sitting. The hard part is finding a group of archers that would be willing to come out at this time of the night.

Wash fights without any seeming regard for style or grace or looks. In fact, he races around like a child on a playground arms out to his side, recklessly swinging away whenever he nears Waldemai. Unarmored, he is hit at least a couple of times for every attempt to close on Waldemai. Sooner or later, his dashing exposes Waldemai's to a weakspot. Wash is choked up on the hairpin though, so that the hairpin doesn't actually puncture the skin.

Mirari groans from the rafters. "Well those hairpins aren't virgins anymore." She says, chuckling softly. "I'll have to sell them for more silver, they're annointed with the blood of a smith."

Waldemai takes moderate damage.

Wash takes serious damage.

Waldemai takes minor damage.

Wash takes minor damage.

Waldemai takes minor damage.

Violet grins at Echo with mischevious green eyes. "I don't need others to compete against necessarily...I could add some...fun to yours and Dame Felicia's bought. You have to get through her to get to me. And I'll have my dagger as well as my blunted arrows," She suggest as she leans against Brogan's chair.

Nodding to Violet, Brogan takes a second to catch his breath after the drink Giulio gave him, "Well, we can either figure out something..." He blinks once, then asks, "Or, what's your idea? Hopefully it doesnt involves shooting me with blunt tips..."

Waldemai and BOOM! That's what the hammer can do. Waldemai is getting the death of a thousand cuts, but when he can knock teh other guy out first...

Wash's careening off the rails of the arena eventually puts him directly in the path of Waldemai's hammer, which he is grateful is not wielded at full strength. He staggers backward, and then laughs. "Yes! I feel very pretty." He says, putting one of the pins through his hair and then spinning around to strike a pose for the audience.

Wash takes moderate damage.

Wash takes minor damage.

Wash takes moderate damage.

Wrinkling his nose, Brogan looks to Giulio and says, "Damn fine, Giulio. I think a few more of those, and even I might be stumbling around here..." As Violet leans against his chair, he looks up at her, "Oh, that is interesting, if we had someone with a shield we could make things quite interesting." Then he catches Wash's comment, and wolf-whistles in his direction, "It's because you ARE VERY PRETTY!"

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

Alban has left the bar.

Waldemai is beginning to get into a rhythm, hammering away just as at his forge, or perhaps Lord Wash wants him to lose his thousand silver.

Echo considers Violet a moment, glancing over to Felicia shortly after. "Well, that sounds fine with me. I really enjoy these more elaborate spars. Though I have a feeling those arrows are gonna best me in no time at all."

A grin is offered Brogan as Giulio winks to the man. "I thought you might like it. I'm working on a variety of matters related to such things. And I can have a few dozen casks every six months, which... does make it economically sound. I still have the Third Wall Reserve as a favorite." Considering the smith, he says to Brogan. "Hmm. Southern Thunder, or Hammer of the South, for the name, you think?"

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

Wash staggers away from yet another hammer blow and catching himself on the railing, holds up a hand to forestall Waldemai a moment. "Thank you... Prince Redrain. Your esteem may make my wife jealous however." He readies himself. "You really think, smith, that your hammer can compare to this?" He gestures at hairpin in his hair.

Waldemai takes minor damage.

"Huh?" Felicia's slow to stir from grinning like a lopsided fool at Waldemai and Wash's fight, probably the brightest expression she's worn all night,"I recall watching the two of you do something similar at the training center." there's a slight shrug of her shoulders,"It would seem, to me, lopsided for her highness, but, well, she knows her skills, and I'll cede to her choice. Or accept the reverse of the pair of you against me."

Wash checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 8, rolling 23 higher.

Wash remains capable of fighting.

Mirari covers her face, her shoulder shaking with silent laughter.

Wash checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 32, rolling 48 higher.

Wash remains capable of fighting.

Briar, a quiet young woman arrives, delivering a message to Zoey before departing.

Waldemai is beginning to be starting to play the anvil chorus. He's not a great fighter by any stretch of the imagination, but his feet are quick and that hammer hits hard in the hands of a mastersmith.

Eventually, Wash is hit one too many times with that hammer and he slows down, battered and a little out of breath. "Good hit. Well struck smith. Well struck." He takes a deep breath. "One more?"

Violet grins broadly as both Echo and Felicia seem interested in her proposition. "If there was another archer, I'd gladly let it be a pair against a pair. Make me decide between taking out the archer and assisting Dame Felicia," She says. Thoughtfully she scans the bar as if looking for some erstwhile archer.

"Hmm.." Brogan considers the two different offered names, and nods "Southern Thunder for sure. It hits hard, and you feel it going down. Like getting hit by Lightning." He says to Giulio, "And I'd be interested in other batches you put together."

Waldemai nods. He's not a young man. "Fair enough. I'll win the fight or I'll win the money, either way."

Waldemai takes minor damage.

Wash checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 43, rolling 2 higher.

Wash remains capable of fighting.

Waldemai takes minor damage.

Felicia gives a nod for something said at the table,"Violet, you and her highness against I." she declares with a firm nod,"Should be a good, swift bout."

Despite his shortness of breath, and what is definitely a stitch in his side, Wash has started taking thie match seriously, and attacking with more caution and strategy. He has a fixed grin on his face leading with his chin as if to tempt Waldemai.

Briar, a quiet young woman arrives, delivering a message to Zoey before departing.

Waldemai is clearly running out of gas and showing his age. If that hammer's head speed starts to drop, he'll lose all hitting power.

Waldemai takes minor damage.

Waldemai checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 9, rolling 28 higher.

Waldemai remains capable of fighting.

Echo frowns at the conclusion that Felicia draws. "That seems unfair, Dame Felicia. I wouldn't want to do that. Maybe we can find a fourth person and have an even two on two?"

Waldemai checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 24, rolling 51 higher.

Waldemai remains capable of fighting.

Waldemai checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 43, rolling 2 lower.

Waldemai checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 14, rolling 37 higher.

Waldemai remains alive, but close to death.

Waldemai falls unconscious.

Looking between Violet, Felicia, and Echo, Brogan adds in, "Or you can simulate Violet being fired at. So perhaps only every ten seconds or so she fires, and she's forced to move position between shots?" He offers as a way to make the about a bit more fair.

Zoey cheers!

"I like team bouts." Sir Jeffeth calls out from the rafters.

Giulio pauses for a moment, before standing. "Please, excuse me all." He takes note of Waldemai's fall, chuckling. A nod is paid towards Wash. "Well done, Lord Kennex." And with that, he moves towards the exit -- ostensibly to go get Waldemai's silver.

Giulio has left the ringside table.

3 Armed Confessors leaves, following Giulio.

Norwood has officially had enough to drink tonight (For uber conservative Oathlander) and pushes himself to his feet still favoring that shoulder of his. "I'm afraid I must be off, be well," Adalyn gets a shoulder clasp before Norwood claps for the end of the bout and then takes himself off.

Violet squeeks in delight as a messenger delivers her a package. What she unwraps is a bow made with red wood and rubicund. The archer has her focus stolent by it, running her fingers of the wood with a certain tenderness. "What? Oh, moving yes. That would be a good idea," She agrees as she glances up at the rafters, squinting. "Is that you, Sir Jeffeth?" She calls with a smile.

3 Armed Confessors arrives, following Giulio.

Ian is overheard praising Waldemai for: For going up against a lunatic with the pink hairpins.

Mirari is overheard praising Wash for: You did my pretty pink hairpins proud.

Violet wields Crimson Spray.

Zoey is overheard praising Waldemai for: That's the spirit!

Mirari is overheard praising Waldemai for: Amazing fight!

Zoey is overheard praising Wash for: Well fought!

Felicia shakes her head a little,"I don't consider it unfair, your highness, if we can find a fourth, very well, but truly, I'm content to try and take the two of you on. It will be a good lesson in humility."

Wash staggers through the motions, stabbing with either hand fluidly, even after Waldemai has fallen. He only stops when he reaches the railing and there is nothing left to stab. He leans against it to catch his breath. "How's my hair?" He asks, after he catches his breath.

Norwood has left the ringside table.

Giulio has joined the ringside table.

Waldemai has clearly run out of gas by the end. and a series of savage prickings eventually sends him to the floor. When the healers throw a bucket of water over him, he shakes his head and sputters. "Woof! Well done, my lord." He lets the healers start to patch all the various spots he's leaking from, and says, "Thank you, my Lord," when he's passed a pouch of coins.

Mirari is overheard praising Brogan for: You deserve this for calling Wash "pretty".

Brogan also stands as Norwood does, "Thank you for coming, Sir Norwood. It's been a pleasure to drink with you tonight. Thank you for coming to support the Hart, and I appreciate everyone here to help." Brogan grins at Wash and Waldemai, "Well Fought! Very Well fought!" and claps loudly for them as they make their way out of the arena.

Waldemai has left the ring of valor.

Returning, Giulio offers Waldemai a pouch of silver, a small smile settled on his lips, before he rejoins the table. "Ah well, all in a good cause," the man says, a faint smirk on his lips. And then he pounds his glass of white fire, sighing the slightest bit. But, he doesn't choke -- apparently grief at lost coins has strengthened his resolve.

"You look beautiful, Wash!" Mirari calls out from the rafters. "You did my pretty pink hairpins proud, good job!"

Ian applauds the match as it comes to an end. He even puts down his drink to do it.

Felicia applauds Wash and Waldemai with a laugh as she rises to her feet, leaving her mostly undrunk current glass of whiskey where it sits as she heads towards the ring,"Is there another archer in the house? If so, would you care to join us for a paired battle, otherwise... Her Highness, Princes Echo, and Lieutenant Violet Marjawn against myself."

Felicia has left the ringside table.

Felicia has joined the ring of valor.

Zoey murmurs her thanks to the waitress who brings her a glass of cognac. "Whiskey for Master Wild and Count Riven." But then she pauses. "I can help," she calls out to Felicia. "Just let me go change."

Violet wields Red Bow.

Echo has left the ringside table.

Waldemai has joined the upper rafters.

Echo has joined the ring of valor.

Zoey has left the raised seating.

Violet has joined the ring of valor.

Octavian, a silken spaniel, 3 Bisland pride guards leave, following Zoey.

"I'd rather Violet and you go against me," Echo protested to Felicia. She rose to her feet and rolled out her shoulders regardless, "But, whatever we decide, it should prove to be an excellent match."

Wash staggers over to Waldemai to congratulate Waldemai. "You might have won if you'd shifted strategy at the end there." He pats the man on the shoulder then carries the hairpins to the owner. "My lady. A timely offer. Thank you. I feel like I should be more familiar with a woman before I stab someone else with their hairpins. Thank you."

"I think Zoey is going to come participate!" Brogan calls out to Echo, Violet, Felicia, "And even the teams up. Then we'll see how this works. Soon we'll have full on team battles."

Wash has left the ring of valor.

Ian gives Zoey a puzzled look when she gets up and leaves so suddenly, until Brogan clears up what's happening.

Violet moves in to the ring as she strings her old bow, leaving the new rubicund on the side. "I think it might be best you and I on her highness, Dame," Violets agrees with a bit of a grin. She eyes the netting around the area. "Brogan, you shout when I have to move. How about that?" She calls to the northman.

Octavian, a silken spaniel, 3 Bisland pride guards arrive, following Zoey.

Zoey returns, clad in armor and carrying a bow. She slings a quiver of blunted arrows over her shoulder and dismisses her guards.

Violet grins at Brogan and then her eyes go to Zoey. "Oh yes? Wonderful! Echo, you and I on a team then?" She asks as she walks over to the princess.

3 Bisland pride guards have been dismissed.

Thesarin gives a short nod to Ian and Caspian, and starts to stand. "Should give respects to our host. You two carry on, eh?" He starts toward Brogan, giving the big man a nod as he comes closer.

Zoey has joined the ring of valor.

Felicia dips her head to Zoey,"Excellent, we'll certainly wait for you." before smiling at Violet and Echo, see? All even,"Lady Bisland will be back in a moment, and we shall have an all ladies bout of blades and bows." which suits her. She's mostly stable in her walk, at least, good thing she skipped that last whiskey. Her posture laconic as she waits for Zoey's return, then offers a salute,"Thank you for joining us, Lady Bisland."

Echo wields a halberd in Oathlands steel.

A fight has broken out here. Use @spectate_combat to watch, or +fight to join.

Adalyn has left the ringside table.

After a moment, Giulio glances towards Wash. "My lord, might I offer you a drink for your victory?" There's a raising of a brow. "I've both the Southern Thunder and Third Wall Reserve present. I imagine Brogan here can vouch for their efficacy," he says, flashing an easy grin.

Wash will take another drink without hesitation. "I will try the Southern Thunder. I drank a cask of Third Wall Reserve. Took me a week. And I may name my next child after you, for your generosity."

Flashing a warm smile to Violet, Echo gave her sparring partner a gentle nudge. Zoey's comment has Echo's smile widening. "Lady Zoey, /please/ don't shoot Dame Felicia in the back! That would be just horrible." She draws her halberd and readies for the spar. "Gloria be with us all."

Zoey grins at Echo. "I'll do my best, Princess. Enjoy yourself!"

Felicia drawls,"If you do, Lady Bisland, please make it a clean shot." she chuckles as she draws her sword, nodding for Echo's words,"Indeed, Gloria be with us." she agree's softly.

Laughing, Giulio says, with a tilt of his head towards Wash. "Your funeral, my lord." And with that, he pours Wash a few fingers of the Southern Thunder, from the earthenware jug at his right hand. "Lord Giulio Mazetti," he adds, by way of introduction, before handing the man a tin cup filled with the sbustance.

Violet salutes her opponents and nods to Echo. "The. She is drawing her blunted arrows and moving back in a controlled crouch.

Echo takes serious damage.

Zoey takes serious damage.

Felicia takes moderate damage.

Felicia takes moderate damage.

Zoey checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 6, rolling 42 higher.

Zoey remains capable of fighting.

"How is it we have not been introduced Lord Giulio? I thought I knew all the Mazettis in town." Wash asks, glancing at the conflict taking plac next. "Wow. Not many people can handle two on one."

Coming back to the conversation and the bout in the ring, Brogan nods his agreement with Giulio, "Aye, the Southern Thunder is everything you think of when you hear the name.." although his eyes are riveted to the competition in the ring. As the first parts of the martial display happens, the Northman cheers loudly, and entices the rest of the crowd to join in making a loud roar of pleasure for the fight.

Violet is moving fast around Echo, trying to focus on Zoey. Felicia takes her shots at the moment. Then she starts becoming more aggressive, shooting a feint arrow now and again.

Violet takes minor damage.

"... time, perhaps?" There is an arcing of Giulio's brow at Wash's statement, nodding as he considers the fight breaking out. There's a briefly pondering glance paid towards the conflict. His own clapping is somewhat more muted, but, he does pour himself another few fingers of the polished brandy. Something of a smile toys his lips and he takes another sip of the drink. Those eyes narrow as he watches the battle unfold.

Echo takes moderate damage.

Felicia takes minor damage.

Echo takes minor damage.

Felicia takes serious damage.

Zoey scored a good hit off on Echo, causing the Redrain knight to immediately shift into a far more defensive stance. "Oh, gods, those are /blunted/? That's going to leave a bruise." With a heavy breath, she swept by Felicia's defensives and returned a few attacks, and, as she was being pelted by arrows, she scored a really good hit off on Felicia.

Thesarin makes his way toward Brogan, giving the big man a short nod as he approaches, reaching out a hand in his direction. "How now, big man?"

Zoey stands at first where she can get a good shot at Echo, pinning down her shoulder with the arrow... and gets smacked -hard- for her trouble. A little while later she's skirting from Echo's halbard again, trying to keep Felicia between them. She grins at the Redrain princess. "Yep! That's blunted!" And she too, drops back into a more defensive stance.

It's a fast bout, without a doubt, halberd versus great sword, archers using the pair as cover. The knight's just a little too slow to stop the princess from getting around her at her archer, the redhead's attention mostly on her opponent. With the combination of leather and steel she's more lightly armored than she'd generally be, and it tells where she doesn't choose to try and avoid a blow, used to the idea of her steel being able to take the brunt of it. Certainly that's the case with the halberd gets through her defenses and steals her breath. That's going to leave a mark. She sucks in a few breaths, pausing her attack for a moment to glance over at Zoey with a laugh,"Yes, blunted." she affirms with a hoarse laugh.

Thesarin has left the raised seating.

Caspian has left the raised seating.

Caspian has joined the ringside table.

Wash is still catching his breath after the pounding Waldemai gave him. The drink helps. "Well, glad to make your acquaintance now Lord Giulio." Wash sips the drink rather than slugging it back.

Tonight's event is being hosted by Brogan in place of the Princess Valencia, and there's a special fight going on right now. Echo in front with Violet firing her bow faces off against Felicia in front and Zoey firing off shots in return. The Northman's attention is focused on the bout, but as Thesarin makes his way over then Brogan stands and returns the shake in a warriors grip. "well met, Thesarin. Now would be a great time, and if you haven't met Lord Giulio.." Nodding to the man next to him at the table, "You should, and definitely get a drink of his Southern Thunder. Reminds me a bit of the booze some of the Men of the Mountain would make, but Giulio's actually has taste to it."

Ian is content to drink alone and watch the bout, for now.

Violet is aiming right off for Zoey. As an archer she knows her inherent danger. But Felicia does a good job covering the other archer. Then Felicia turns attention on her. The hit barely scores as the sellsword drops and rolls to where Echo can bring her halberd to bare once more. Then she takes careful aim of the dame and releases for a palpable hit.

Felicia takes minor damage.

Echo takes serious damage.

Astraea has joined the ringside table.

Astraea makes her way into the Arena without much of a fuss. She quietly greets people she knows in passing, hugging closer friends and blowing kisses to Echo while whistling loudly. Then she's off toward the other Northerner. Smiling as she walks down the stairs to the ring side table and finds a seat.

There's a laugh from Giulio and the man tilts his head towards Wash, before looking towards Thesarin. "Ah, Count Riven. Yes -- the Southern Thunder is basically fire in a glass. Lovely fire in a glass, but, fire in a glass nonetheless." Something of a smile toys his lips as he observes the fight unfolding. Idly, he tracks the archer for a moment, one brow lofting in curious contemplation. There is a slight upwards cant to his lips, a half-smile quirking his lip. As Astraea joins the table, he tilts his head in her direction. "Your Highness," he offers, with eminent politesse.

Felicia takes minor damage.

Echo takes minor damage.

Felicia takes minor damage.

Mirari has left the upper rafters.

Miella, a dark-haired shop apprentice leaves, following Mirari.

Thesarin returns the shake with all appropriate shoulder-slaps and manly shows of affection. "Met Lord Guilio a time or two; Tried one of his brews. Well met, Lordship." Thesarin gives the Inquisitor a nod, and a slow shrug of his shoulders. "Reckon I could be convinced to have a try." Astraea gets a nod as well as the Redrain Princess moves toward the table. "Came by, after the Deepwood event, to say hello; told I just missed you and the Princess. Might be I should bring the family by, of a time."

As Caspian sits, Brogan offers the man a large smile in return, "Always good to see you, Caspian. She's indisposed tonight, not trying to be vague, but I think she has some House business she's settling." A small smile and a shrug, "She's feeling quite well, maybe a bit stressed, but that's all..." His eyes move back to the match, "This is amazing. We should figure out how to build on it."

Echo takes moderate damage.

Felicia takes minor damage.

With a nod, Giulio pours a few fingers of the liquid for Thesarin. "As you like," he says, with a flash of a grin. "It's a bit more of a mule than the brandy was," he admits, before considering the fight a moment longer. One brow lofts at the way the fight seems to unfold and he shakes his head, laughing the smallest bit. "I almost envy them such talents."

Duarte stands. Stretches. Leaves.

Duarte has left the upper rafters.

Felicia checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 3, rolling 38 higher.

Felicia remains capable of fighting.

Felicia checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 24, rolling 58 higher.

Felicia remains capable of fighting.

Jeffeth has left the upper rafters.

Violet takes moderate damage.

Violet takes serious damage.

Zoey checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 60, rolling 40 lower.

Zoey checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 28, rolling 18 higher.

Zoey remains alive, but close to death.

Zoey falls unconscious.

Wash sips quietly and watches the fighting come to a conclusion. He was never really uncertain of the finish.

Clapping, Giulio flashes a grin towards those at the battle. "Well fought, ladies of valor. Drinks?" There's an arched brow lofted in consideration, before he glances towards Brogan. Shrugging, he pours four cups half full of the liquid from the earthenware jug at his right hand.

Thesarin has joined the ringside table.

Zoey gets in several good shots on Echo before Echo gets sick of being pelted with arrows and smacks her so hard that it knocks the bow right out of her hands. "I yield," Zoey says with a breathless laugh, her velvety brown eyes sparkling with good humour.

Waldemai has left the upper rafters.

Violet is dodging and trying to escape Felicia at the end. But she keeps firing at Zoey. It means Felicia closes and scores several hits on the archer. But ultimately Zoey goes down just as Violet takes a hard blow from Dame Felicia. "Oof!" She says as she stumbles. Turning to fire at Felicia she pauses as the yield is called. Grinning like a fool and breathing hard she throws a hand out to Felicia. Before moving to leave the ring with Echo.

Everyone in the ring is looking just a little worse for wear. Echo rubs at her now bruised shoulder and shoots Zoey the most defeated look. "Next time -- Next time I'll wear armor. That hurts something fierce." The knight-princess quickly picks up the bow and offers it to Zoey before clapping her hand on Felicia's shoulder. "Well fought, thank you two so much!"

Echo has left the ring of valor.

Felicia's tiring, by the end of it, not that the knight complains, forging on possibly under whiskey-powered will when she maybe should sit, but when Zoey calls the yield, she puts up her own sword, giving a bright grin before accepting Violet's hand for a brief shake before grinning at Echo briefly,"That halberd, and your skills, are no joke, your highness, thank you." she offers respectfully as she makes her way back to the ringside table, but not to stay, evidently. She accepts the glass of muscat with a nod for Giulio and tosses it back before making her unsteady way out.

Zoey smiles at Echo. "Then next time, I'll try to be harder to hit," she remarks.

"That looked good." Wash says. "I think the bows put a bit of strategy into the match."

Felicia has left the ring of valor.

Master Chalk the Seraph's Crow arrives, delivering a message to Zoey before departing.

At the Conclusion of the fight, Brogan stands up from the table, and cheers loudly again. Whistling for the fighters, "Great Fight!" He shouts, and waves his hands for the rest of the crowd to join in, which is easy to do given they are all excited having never before seen such a match.

Astraea has left the ringside table.

Thesarin slaps his hand twice on the surface of the table, and gives a single nod. He seems to e showing approval as he downs a cup of whiskey, with a fair bit of a wince as he does.

After a few moments, Giulio glances towards Brogan. "Please do excuse me, I've a matter to attend to. But, this was, indeed, a lovely evening." There's an easy flash of a grin for the man, before he gathers his confessors and starts towards the door. The earthenware jug and bottle of amber brandy is left behind.

Giulio has left the ringside table.

Zoey waves at Brogan and crouches to catch her breath. After straightening, she moves back out the door. "Going to change again. I'll be right back."

Zoey has left the ring of valor.

Octavian, a silken spaniel leaves, following Zoey.

Octavian, a silken spaniel arrives, following Zoey.

Zoey has joined the raised seating.

Caspian hums in thought as his wine arrives, looking around at the emptying arena, and eventually up into the rafters, where he spies Ignacio. He waves to the man, calling to him, "Iggy! Have you met Brogan? You'll love him, he's got all the best traits of a northerner!

Clank. Clank. Clank. Arik makes his way into the Golden Hart, looking about curiously for a moment. He does, however, take note of Brogan, nodding towards the man. The figure is dressed in heavy, red armor, his eyes pondering the ring for a long moment. "This is where the bouting happens?" A brow is lofted, curiously towards the man.

Ignacio pushes himself up from where is at and moves over to the ringside table, sitting down next to Caspian.

Ignacio has left the upper rafters.

Ignacio has joined the ringside table.

Brogan waves to Giulio as he leaves, and noticed that the Earthenware jug was left behind. "Now that's a friend that'll leave a drink as fine as this, Aye?" Grinning towards Thesarin, and noticing how much he enjoyed the drink. "Ok, unless someone wants to try to top that match..." Brogan roars out the crowd, "...we might be down to just the drinking!" As Arik walks in, Brogan grins to the man, and nods his head "Aye, all the Fun of Drink and Fighting without the Guard involved! Welcome to the Golden Hart. I'm Brogan Nightgold, Well Met."

Echo has joined the ringside table.

Wynna has joined the corner table.

Zoey returns to the table with Ian and settles into her chair with a smile for the man. She reclaims her cognac and takes a long drink before speaking softly.

Arik extends a hand towards Brogan, offering a hearty clasp. "Well met. Arik Halfshav," he says, his own voice a heavy thing. He considers the ring for a moment, before shrugging. "I could stand a drink or three," he admits. "Something hearty. Whiskey, mayhap."

"Fine of you," Thesarin says with a nod toward Brogan. He downs the liquor in a solid go, wincing just a little as he does, and gives a nod. "A fine thing. The Princess is a good woman." Thesarin, looking every inch the shav'arvani warlord someone's dressed as a Grayson nobleman, and giving a slow nod toward the man.

Sigurd found himself bored. And thats *dangerous*. So he tracked down his uncle tonight, and strides into the Golden Hart arena area, intent on starting only a small amount of trouble. "BROGAN! NIGHTGOLD!" He heard the name, spoken from his lips and he shouts out to find him. Oh, Behind the plate armored man. A step towards him and Arik gets thumped upon the back. "Family! Uncle!"

"Well fought," Ian remarks to Zoey when she returns.

"I don't know if I can top that fight," Begins Caspian to Brogan, then turns to the group at large. "I will take on any or all challengers. I'll even take on two challengers! I'm feeling that bold," he says with a wide grin.

"Two challengers hrmm?" Ignacio asks as a grin crosses his face as he addresses Caspian, "You are really feeling bold aren't you?" He chuckles and shakes his head.

Brogan takes Arik's hand and forearm in a warriors grip, "Well met arik Halfshav. Drink it is..." he nods towards the Earthenware Jug, "Lets have you try some of this Southern Thunder..." and pours him a few fingers worth. Then, Sigurd, and Brogan shouts in response, "SIGURD!" and wraps his nephew in a giant hug, "Glad you could make it. You've got to try this..." and he grins at Caspian as he pours Sigurd a drink, "No oiling tonight, right?"

Wash laughs. "What's the worst that happens? Messere Wilder realizes he has limits?" He salutes the man with his drink.

Caspian looks over to Ignacio with a grin given his way, then to his sword, lifting his brows, "Is that a new sword you got there?" Over towards Brogan he laughs, shaking his head, "No oil. That was such a pain in the ass to clean off. I still got some oil under my armpits."

Slamming back his drink, Arik shrugs, standing. There's a narrowing of his gaze as he looks to Caspian. "Alright." He stands, looking to the man. He doesn't seem to sputter at the swallow of the liquid fire. Stalking forward, he makes his way towards the ring.

Arik has joined the ring of valor.

Arik wields a frosted steel longsword of the north.

Caspian rises to his feet and finishes off his wine, grinning as he follows Arik into the ring He calls out, "Is anyone going to assist Lord Arik?" He calls to the crowd as he steps into the ring. "Or shall I fight him one on one?"

Caspian has left the ringside table.

Caspian has joined the ring of valor.

"Never shall I let a northman fight alone if he doesn't have to." Brogan is completely forgotten about, and his drink stolen and swigged quickly. "TO ARMS, MEN OF THE NORTH!" The glass is tossed back to poor Brogan and Sigurd follows Arik to the ring.

Caspian wields Freedom.

Sigurd wields Moonfang, a diamondplate broadsword.

Sigurd has joined the ring of valor.

Caspian gets A steel barbute with rounded spikes along the dome from a simple blackened leather backpack.

Caspian reaches into his backpack to grab his helm and place it upon his head and strap it in, followed by drawing his redsteel knife, Freedom, as he looks over to Arik and Sigurd. "Well, this fight is going to be rather tough. You two ready?"

Brogan laughs as his drink is stolen, and he pours another as he sits down at the table. He looks around the table, "What do you all think? I've seen Caspian fight, but not against two before..."

"Should be worth a watch," Thesarin leans forward and laces his fingers together, hands on his knees. "However it ends."

A fight has broken out here. Use @spectate_combat to watch, or +fight to join.

Caspian takes minor damage.

Arik glances towards Sigurd, then, he shrugs, before looking back towards Caspian. He draws his sword, raising it in salute, and then moving to the ready.

Lifts his own sword towards Arik, then Caspain....then straight charges Caspian with blade held high like a damn madman.

Caspian takes minor damage.

Caspian takes moderate damage.

Sigurd takes minor damage.

Wash watches with interest, though it's clear that he doesn't expect anyone to stand for very long alone against two Redrains.

Caspian takes minor damage.

Wash is overheard praising Caspian for: Brave stand!

Wynna has left the corner table.

As the two Northerners take on Caspian, Brogan booms out from the ringside table, "Come on, Caspian. Don't make it easy for them... Northerners love a Challenge!" His smile is broad, and nods his agreement with Thesarin, "Aye. Given how the two are doing, only more impressed with his skill." He takes a drink from the Southern Thunder, and blows out another long breath. "Spirits... smooothhh..."

There's a flash of a grin from Arik as he stands by Sigurd and launches a series of rather savage attacks in Caspian's direction. The blade moves in his hands, showing a certain degree of skill -- but, the other man is apparently quite, quite quick on his feet. Still, he manages to land a few blows. "Quick," he grunts.

Sigurd is far from careful. With two people attacking the same person, one can stand to be a bit more aggressive. Aggressive doesn't even cover his current fighting style. That sword never ceases its movement towards Caspian. "Damnably quick!"

Maybe this wasn't as smart as an idea as Caspian thought. It turns out as fast as the man is, two people are hard to deal with. Not that he doesn't try his best! He ducks and weaves, blowing and slashing, but he can barely land hits upon Sigurd, much less defend himself, and he takes blows from their weapons, wincing as he does so. But he laughs, calling out to Arik and Sigurd, "Everywhere but the bedroom!"

Sigurd takes minor damage.

Sigurd takes moderate damage.

Sigurd takes minor damage.

Sigurd takes serious damage.

Ian is, for once, only taking a passing interest in the spar. He's pretty well into that bottle of whiskey and looking worn out, which is probably part of it. And he's talking to Zoey. So there's that.

It seems the tables are turning! Caspian finds himself doing a much better job at defending against the two, redsteel blocking steel and diamondplate, when they can even get close to hitting him! "Okay, now I'm getting the hang of this!" He says with a laugh, landing several blows on Sigurd, including a rather devastating one.

Brogan can't help himself when he shouts, "I'll have to ask your favorite Princess that question, Caspian!" and grins as the fight does seem to turn on the two Northerners. "Come on, Lads. You've got him boxed in, don't let him see you sweat!" The last blow on Sigurd causes Brogan to wince, "oof, he'll feel that one later."

Sigurd does not like the turn this is taking! His mindless pressing attacks shift and he works to parry the strikes that are being directed his way almost exclusively now! The diamondplate sings once or thrice to push off Caspian's knife.

Sigurd takes minor damage.

Caspian takes serious damage.

Sigurd takes minor damage.

Caspian takes moderate damage.

Caspian takes minor damage.

Caspian checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 4, rolling 93 higher.

Caspian remains capable of fighting.

Sigurd takes minor damage.

Sigurd takes minor damage.

Caspian checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 10, rolling 33 higher.

Caspian remains capable of fighting.

Sigurd checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 2, rolling 42 higher.

Sigurd remains capable of fighting.

Caspian checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 35, rolling 11 higher.

Caspian remains capable of fighting.

Caspian checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 45, rolling 50 higher.

Caspian remains capable of fighting.

Sigurd has rolled a critical success!
Sigurd checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 7, rolling 53 higher.

Sigurd remains capable of fighting.

Caspian checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 94, rolling 31 lower.

Caspian checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 55, rolling 14 higher.

Caspian remains alive, but close to death.

Caspian falls unconscious.

Zoey applauds from her seat. "Well fought."

Wash applauds slowly. "An inevitable end Messere Wilder, but no shame lost. Only a little humility gained." Wash nods to the champion. "They'll remember you, not just in how you fell."

Thesarin nods toward Brogan, and stands up slowly. He starts back over toward the raised seating, heading toward Zoey and Ian.

As Wash says, it was inevitable, as good as Caspian is, two on one is too tough against such well armed opponenets. He goes down, falling onto his back at Arik's blow, letting out a quiet grunt as he lays there. "Okay, this was a bad idea," he grunts, moving to slowly pull himself up.

Ignacio has left the ringside table.

Sigurd breathes deep as Caspian finally goes down, and he lifts his blade high and lets loose a warcry. "AAAARRRROOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Like a wolf of course. Another deep breath and he glances over towards Arik. "What say you, friend? You all too ready to drink again? Or shall our blades meet now." The tip of his broadsword lifted and pointed towards Arik.

Ian's conversation with Zoey has turned muted. He tops up his glass and nods to Thesarin.

Brogan watches the final blows on Caspian is about to say something when he notices a flicker in Sigurd's eye, and he laughs loudly, "Oh no..." and then Sigurd does EXACTLY what Brogan thought, "And now we see the Bloodlust of the Nightgolds!!!"

Arik nods towards Sigurd, flashing the man a bit of a grin. With a tilt of his head, he sets his blade at the ready and nods. Glancing down at his blade, he shrugs, then launches forward in an attack at Sigurd. A man of few words, he.

Sigurd has rolled a critical success!
Sigurd checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 39, rolling 41 higher.

Sigurd remains capable of fighting.

Sigurd checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 65, rolling 15 lower.

Sigurd checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 32, rolling 34 higher.

Sigurd remains alive, but close to death.

Sigurd falls unconscious.

Zoey arches her eyebrow. "Well. That was short-lived."

At the outcome, especially given the blows Caspian landed, Brogan NEARLY falls over in his chair with laughter. There is tears in the Northman's eyes, and he's having a hard time catching his breath. He shakes his head, breathing deeply for a few moments, and roars out "Caspian, I think that's at least a partial victory for you!"

Thesarin has left the ringside table.

Thesarin has joined the raised seating.

"Certainly can't claim all of that victory for himself, can he? Sigurd was worn nearly to the bone." Wash agrees, sipping his drink again, nursing the Southern Thunder carefully.

Sigurd gets thumped quite thoroughly. And *quickly*! The blade catches him across the side and he stumbles, then another blow thumps him right in the tuckus and Sigurd stumbles to faceplant into the sand. His most attractive aspect still up in the air.

Savagely, Arik moves to lash at Sigurd. There is very, very little of sophistication -- but a great deal in the way of strength. Then, he sheathes his blade, offering Caspian and Sigurd each a hand up. "Well fought." He looks to Caspian. "Were it not two on one, you'd have won." He grunts in dissatisfaction at the thought, but, still manages something of a grin. Then, walking towards the table, he sits down at the ringside.

Arik has left the ring of valor.

Arik has joined the ringside table.

Caspian grabs Arik's hand and pulls himself up, grinning to Arik and Sigurd as he gives a small dip of his head to the two. "Aye, if we had fought one on one, might have gone differently. But you landed a solid hit on me! That one hurt!" He looks over to Sigurd, "You as well, you got a really good strike on me."

Unfortunately, Sigurd cannot hear very well from his backside and he pushes himself from the sand brushes it from his beard. "Huh? Oh! It was a very good fight!" A hand to pull him up, and blade gets sheathed. "If I don't have ale by the time I'm in here, I will be very cross!" A finger points from arena directly at Brogan.

Zoey leans over to murmur something to Ian with a loft of her brow.

"Yes, well fought, and drinks are ready..." Brogan calls back to Sigurd, still chuckling at the table, and pouring some more of the Southern Thunder for everyone at the ringside table. There are other a few mugs of Ale and Mead, and the Wine for Caspian when he returns. Brogan looks to Echo, asking "and something for you, your Highness?"

Arik takes a drink, grunting. "At least this isn't that fucking poison Marquis Acheron makes. I will use that as a test for any who will serve me in battle." Those eyes narrow. "The ones that go, 'fuck that noise'. They? They become officers. Those that drink and fall down? Linesman. Those that drink and stay standing? Shock troops." He shakes his head. He drains it. "Hmph. I think I will have whiskey."

Alejandro arrives, delivering a message to Caspian before departing.

"I've been holding on the drinks for a long time." Echo tilted her head somewhat, considering. "I mean - One on hand. Drinks. But on the other, I have some work I should get finishing before I turn in for the night, and I don't handle my drinks all that well." She lets out an exaggerated sigh, rolling out her shoulders as she slumps in her chair. "I'll pass, I think. Probably the better option."

Caspian receives the messenger Alejandro, lifting his brows a moment before he walks over to the table, asking Ignacio, "You said your sister's name was Duchess Calista, correct?" He offers a smile to him as he sits himself down at the table and begins to pen a reply.

Caspian has left the ring of valor.

Caspian has joined the ringside table.

"I have to try this drink." Wash says with interest to Arik. "I like a drink with legs. If I'm going to be drunk, it better be for a very good reason."

Thesarin calls out toward the fighters, from his spot at the raised seating, "Fine show. Bravely done." He pauses a moment, "if not so wisely."

Sigurd downs someone's glass of this southern thunder and his eyes alight. "Brogan. We need more of this." He chases it down with a nice tankard of pale ale like originally requested. "Ah, Princess Redrain. Helllloooo."

Brogan looks to Echo, sees her slump, and drapes a large arm over her shoulders, "Understood, your Highness." And hugs her gently, "If you need help with anything, let me know. Ok? Sometimes it's best to share a burden." He grins as Arik and Sigurd and Caspian take their seats, "Well fought, all of you. Truly. Maybe next time we can do a boxing only match, and see how it goes. No Arms or Amror."

Caspian sits himself down after receiving his messenger, giving a smile to the group. "That was a good fight. I enjoyed it." He lets out a long, loud groan, stretching in his seat. Then he begins to pen his message in reply.

Glancing towards Echo, the Northern Lord nods. "Your Highness." Arik takes a drink of whiskey, nostrils flaring slightly. "Good," he says, approving of the amber beverage. "Well fought indeed, Sigurd. Caspian." He stretches slightly himself, clanking a little bit in the process.

Echo wiggles her fingers out to Sigurd. "Hey you! That was something else. Splendid show if anything. You've got an impressive swing." She presses her shoulder into Brogan's side, leaning against the Nightgold Lord and nodding slowly at his offer. "I'll be sure to take advantage of that sometime, but for now it's really just a lot of writing and stuff that can only be done by one person. Add more people to the mix and it just gets all sorts ridiculous." A smile is canted Brogan's way. "Thank you." The knight-princess lowers her head in a small curtsy for Arik as she echoed, "Well fought."

Brogan nods his head to Echo, giving her a small grin, "Oh, Aye, you don't want me writing for you anyways. I'm sure things like Shite and Flaming Idiots are probably frowned upon in what you're writing..." and before Sigurd can add anything "AND I don't draw in just stick figures.."

"I, also, wouldn't inflict my paperwork on anyone else." Brogan gets a glare and he just sits and drinks of his tankard of pale ale. Where was more of this Southern Thunder? "More. Drinks. Brogan. Or are you going to hog whatever bottle this came from?"

Wash is loosened up enough that he unsling a banjo from behind him and hums. "I think Lord Mazetti is passing out this libation." He calls over to Brogan.

"Thank you, your Highness," Arik offers to Echo, a little bit brusquely. He swallows a little more whiskey. At Brogan's comment on writing, the Sword of Halfshav snorts. "Fucking hell. Yes. I think that's why sister dearest does all the writing. I would say the same. Fucking idiots. The language would go downhill from there."

Sigurd's demands were met with Echo stealing away the bottle whenever it was free and pouring out a glass for Sigurd. "There you go." She winks at Sigurd and places the now half-empty bottle in front of Brogan. "Maybe I'll stop needing to do any work if I respond to letters with 'shite' and 'flaming idiots' more often."

Having fallen into a moment of spacing out, Caspian snaps back to it, giving the group a wide grin. "I might turn in, I'm starting to feel a bit tired. It was good seeing you all. I had fun."

"You're such a kind Princess." Sigurd scoops the glass up and taps it against the bottle before sipping upon it slowly. Savor this one for awhile, Sigs. C'mon now. "This was actually my last stop, I believe. My bed calls me before I start sending out messengers to get troops places. Least fun."

Alejandro arrives, delivering a message to Caspian before departing.

"Before I go," Caspian begins, giving a sheepish smile. "I always make a beg of people before I leave, but can I ask you folk to put in a good word to your friends and family about how amazing The Society of Explorers are? We are hoping to get more recruits and more work."

There's a grin from the large Northman as Echo does the work for him, "Very Kind, indeed." Brogan chuckles, and pours himself a drink as well. He nods his head in agreement with both Arik and Echo, "Aye. I think you'd be asked to do less, or someone would check on you to see if something is wrong." He looks around those few remaining, adding "Thank you again for being here tonight. Makes it feel like Home to share drinks and competition with friends. Spirits bless you all."

Suhaina, an Eurusi maiden arrives, delivering a message to Sigurd before departing.

"Well, time is that I should be getting back." Wash says, standing and stretching. "My lords Nightgold, if you want to come out and sail, let me know. I am testing our men on the water every week. It's not as easy to swing a weapon when the deck is tilting below you."