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Bisland Spar For No Good Reason

Lord Jaufrey Whitehawk and Lord Michael Bisland intend to settle a squabble they had back some 8 years ago that neither really remember how it started. Or why it started. Or what it concerned. Its a good reason to spar.

Date

April 19, 2019, 10:10 p.m.

Hosted By

Michael

Participants

Jophiel Jaufrey Ilmia Marisol Thea Valencia Kanean Peri Reese Evander Thesarin Kaia Domonico

Organizations

Location

Arx - Ward of the Compact - The Golden Hart Social & Gaming House - The Arena

Largesse Level

Small

Comments and Log


2 Leary House Guards have been dismissed.

Lizette, a pretty buxom barmaid arrives, following Valencia.

Orvis arrives, following Jophiel.

The appointed time has arrived! A spar. A fight, a donnybrook! Lord Jaufrey Whitehawk and Lord Michael Bisland stand and face each other in the sands. Maybe...a few...invitations...got sent out to various lords and ladies and random bakers that Michael saw on the street while looking for breakfast. Not everyone showed up.

Michael showed up at least. And so did Jaufrey. They are out in the sands loosening up or whatever people do before they hit each other with things. "You're not stiff from your journey, are you my lord?"

Jophiel is comfortable in his seat, watching the proceedings with a detached amusement, a glass of a dry red wine in his hand.

Jaufrey gives michael a cold glance. "You do not need to worry about that. I am always ready"

Sir Struttington, Esquire Messenger Peacock arrives, delivering a message to Jaufrey before departing.


Ilmia had heard of the spar that was happening and for once she's not buried in paperwork. So the tall Leary woman heads in dressed in her dress that is newly made for her. She's wearing a large cut emerald around her throat and her hair is left to fall over her shoulders and down her back. She gives a look to Michael and the other Lord, then she finds herself a seat.


Cuddles, a jumpy and cuddly puppy arrives, following Kanean.

Peri has joined the corner table.


A little late it would seem for there are people here already here, Marisol removes her cloak and hands it off to the ever grumpy Ektor who takes it and helps guide the Princess to a table near the railing so she can have a clear view. She says nothing really at first but lifts her hand to move dark curls from her face and cast her gaze about so she can see who all are in attendance. Only one face is familiar and he is in the arena of all places.

Fingers smooth her dress and Ektor takes up a seat beside his charge as she settles in to watch. A smile is offered to Michael from where she sits.


Peri has left the corner table.

Marisol has joined the ringside table.

Thea steps inside the Arena. She heard mention of a spar, no intent on participating but coming to watch. Thea bows her head, greeting those in her path before finding a seat.

Thea has joined the ringside great table.

When she arrived down stairs from her den the faint grin on Maggnus' face was telling. The large, broad shouldered master barkeep simply nodded to the arena. Valencia nodded back with a curious cant of her head and after a glance to the large double doors, she found herself moving inside.

The crowd brings a smile to the little vixen's face and she nods a warm welcome, her eyes curious as she makes her way down to the side of the ring. Valencia's smile blossoms a little more as the match seems to have already begun.

Kanean slips in the Arena. Looking a bit excited hearing that a duel is abou tto start here. He does a bow as greeting for everyone and moves to one of the tables.

Peri walks in the Hart not too puzzled. These last minute events are becoming a habit of Lord Michael. She finds a seat.

Kanean has joined the ringside table.

A flash of green in Jophiel's peripheral vision catches his attention. He turns his attention to Ilmia. "My lady, I hate to be impertinent, especially as we have not been introduced, but that emerald suits you. Stunning." He rises from his seat, wine in hand.

Michael makes a very unlordly snort at Jaufrey's frigid look and words. Shield gets dug into the sands and he trots off to the edge of the railing a moment. "Hold this for me, your Highness?" To the Princess Marisol Valardin, holding a smug look upon his face before schooling it into blankness as he heads back out to his shield. "At your leisure, Lord Whitehawk. I welcome you."


"Just remember not to hit the face, Michael." Ilmia comments as she gives an amused look over the arena floor. Then back to the Sword of Pridehall. With that little bit of advice offered she settles into her seat comfortably. Just watching the two in the ring for the moment.


Reese arrives in the Golden Hart while adorned in her rosy tunic and ivory leggings. She has pink ribbons in her messy blonde locks. The girl is pale-cheeked and a bit somber. She continues further inside, looking for a place to sit. Michael and Ilmia are both given a warm smile.

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

Jaufrey doesnt pay any attention to Michael response as he pulls his own sword. Not uttering any more words, he points his sword to Michael, eyeing him coldly.


Having just greeted Kanean, Marisol's head turns when the form of Michael is suddenly beside her. She rises at his bidding and takes the beautiful diamonplate helm into her grasp, "Oh..yes of course I can," the Valardin intones as she curls her fingers around the bottom edge to keep it from rolling free of her grasp. She offers the Lord a smile, "Good luck." She dips her chin to him and slowly lowers to her seat, glancing down to the roaring Lion's head now in her lap. She takes a moment to admire it before she lifts her gaze.


Jaufrey wields shadowed winter blade of the forest.

A warm smiles finds her lips as those she knows arrive, a happy nod or a gently hug are offered depending on the closeness of each. Large dark eyes turn to the sands and she smiles even more. "Good luck, gentlemen!" she calls out before sweeping behind the bar to break out some bottles. "Drinks are on the house," she decides with a bright smile. "Welcome, my friends! Please enjoy!"

Valencia claims this

Peri has joined the bar.

Reese smiles over to Marisol and then Valencia. Her smile is somber, but still friendly. She goes to take a seat at the bar and orders herself a mug of ale.

Reese has joined the bar.

Valencia has joined the bar.

Peri walks up to the Princess Valencia and bows, "Greetings Your Highness. Lord Michael decided to throw another party last minute." She smiles. "I bet he'll wants some of that lemonade drink after this."

Thea watches her surroundings, her green eyes taking in the surroundings


Glancing up at Reeses's smile she offers a wave to her and then nod to Valencia, "Kind of you! Thank you." She says and smooths her hand to the top of the Lion's helm before her attention shifts back to Kanean. Giving her attention briefly to the fight she winces a little when Jaufrey come out on top for the moment. She speaks with her tablemate.

Peri yells out, "Lemonade and Whiskey, right?" Her lip curls just thinking about. "Yech. That can't be right."

Jaufrey is silent throughout the fight. He doesnt bother to trash talk with the opponent as he completely focuses his mind and body to the fight. After a few bouts he managed to land a hit on Michael.

Orvis leaves, following Jophiel.

Reese cradles the mug in her gloved hands. She smiles over to Peri. She peeks over to he rink, seemingly interested in the coming fight.

Michael's pride goeth before the fall. At least the 'first blood'. A strike he probably should've put more effort into parrying slips past his slow sword and thumps into his leather-covered chest. "Good show!"

Ilmia gives a soft clap to the contenders and there's a bit of a chuckle, "Good show." she nods to the performance. Seemed like a quick spar at least. She smoothes her skirts down and takes a drink of her whiskey before she settles back in her seat.

white-tailed eagle, 2 House Riven Soldiers arrive, following Thesarin.

The fight is quick, but the crowds good cheer brings a happy din. A bottle is sent to the sands to Michael, his efforts apparently appreciated.

Valencia smiles to Reese and to Peri as they settle at the bar and a warm nod is offered to Evander as he arrives. Marisol and Kanean receive warm smiles as well, a bottle of what they are enjoying sent to them at the ringside table.

Duchess Cottontail, a gorgeous fluffy white angora kitten with odd eyes and a pretty pink ribbon, 2 Bisland pride guards, Luella Sedna, an influent and renowned pearl trader, Colin Laurent, a quiet and serene companion arrive, following Kaia.

Peri sees a friend. "KAIA!" She shouts. "HI! It's not whiskey and lemonade. It can't be?" She asks Kaia.

Peri shouts from nearby, "Kaia"

The thin-looking Kennex only spends a short amount of time down in the gaming hall before the stream of people talking excitedly and heading up to the arena draws Evander's attention. Taking his time, he pauses at the entrance to take stock, and catch his breath. "Your highness," Evander murmurs as he catches Valencia's smile towards him, executing a bow, glance flickering towards the sparring ring and back, before he shuffles in the direction of the bar.

Evander has joined the bar.

Michael! Do something! This Whitehawk Upstart is thrashing you soundly! Jaufrey's sword is quick and eager, apparently willing to do its very best to flatten out someone's overinflated ego. Swords clash, Michael dips and dives more after he feels the sting of that blade into him more often than he'd like.


Seating at the ringside table with Kanean, Marisol is holding the Diamonplate lion helm that Michael gave her to keep int rust. Right? She gets to keep it - she's quite sure. It sets on her lap at this point when a bottle or alcohol courtesy of Valencia arrives. OH! She glances up and and across at her friend and smiles, "Answered prayers. How lovely." She nods her head to Valencia in thanks before Peri is spotted. "Good evening, Lady Peri!" Her voice lofts loud enough to carry and grumpy Ektor the eternal guardian of one Marisol Valardin tsks at her.


Thesarin makes his way into the Hart at his usual slow pace, looking as ever like a half-wild man dressed up like a Grayson nobleman. He lifts his chin toward Valencia, and turns to watch the action in the spar, arms crossing in front of his chest.

Reese is still perched at the bar with her ale cradled in her gloved hands. She looks over to Valencia with a gentle smile an then waves to Thesarin. The girl seems interested in the coming spar.

Kaia makes her way into this last minute spar in which apparently Bisland and Whitehawk were involved. Were these two idiots really going on about that silly thing eight years ago?! She rolls her eyes as she spots them from afar and glances over to the gathered crowd when her name is called out loudly, "Peri!~" she chimes, before making her way over to one of her dear friends. A smile and waves, maybe even some hugs, given to the other friendly faces gatherd around.

Thea comfortably watches the ring. She lifts her eyebrow a bit, watching Michael apparently get beaten?

Valencia smiles a little more Evander's way as he moves towards the bar. "Welcome back to my Hart, my lord. In impromptu spar has broken out. Will you be drinking? Sparing or both?" she teases lighlty. The little vixen beams to Marisol and returns the smile and the nod, her own lass lifting to the Princess. As Thesarin arrives, the smile blossoms all the more, the curl of her lips accompanied by a fond look. "My dearest Count. Welcome to you as well. It has been too long. I'm so very happy to see you," she nods once more. "May I offer drink?"

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

Suffering a few hits makes Jaufrey a bit furious. As he begins to attack harder and more frequently. Seeing that he manages to gain the upper hand, even the cold-faced Jaufrey begins to smirk at the opponent. His ego getting the better of him, he breaks the silence "Is that all you got?"

Reese peeks over to Kaia, having a smile for her that reaches her blue eyes. "Hi, Lady Kaia." She softly says. She then looks over to Evander and smiles over to him as well. She stays perched on the stool.

"I--" Evander looks so honestly taken aback at Valencia's seemingly teasing words about him sparring that it takes him a moment to come up with a sufficient response. "--think that I would last less than the time it would take me to walk to the ring, your highness. But I appreciate the words of support, nonetheless. I think I shall settle for a drink," he says, looking to get the bartender's attention. He doesn't seem familiar with the two in the ring, instead his attention going to those nearby: Peri with twitch of recognition, "My lady," and then Reese with a returning nod, "Lord Evander Kennex," he offers.

Peri gets up and wraps Kaia in a big hug. "Lord Evander, have you met Lady Kaia Bisland? She is the best neighbor. Lady Kaia, Lord Evander Kennex. We should get lemonade drinks for Lord Michael when this is over."

Ilmia gives a look to the ring and things are over, the tall woman rises and smoothes out her skirts. The empty wishkey glass is settled down on the table and there's a bit of a headshake. She gives a dip of her head to those around, "Have a good evening." she states. Then she's heading out as quietly as she entered.

"Princess." Thesarin gives a nod to Valencia, and a hint of a smile. "Too long, it's so. All's wel?" Another nod toward Reece, and he lifts a hand in her direction, with another "Princess. How now."

"Oh." Reese says to Evander. "You are kind of sort of in-laws with me than. I am Princess Reese, sister to Princess Sabella who is married to Kennex and well a Grayson." She says softly the man.

The little southern princess nods back to the impressive looking count, "Under the circumstances, well enough indeed. Better to see a face I am fond of. Please, with my compliments," Valencia nods to the barkeep who sees that Thesarin gets a glass of the Hart's best. "You have come to watch the sparring?" she asks as she turns back to the ring, another smile offered Thea's way as she catches her eye.


Marisol suddenly lifts her voice to cheer for the rallying Bisland lord, making sure to keep hold of the lion helm in her lap. "Well struck!" she says, a bit more exuberant than any Princess should be. Maybe. She smiles a bit and then glances back at the conversation and notes more faces, offering a faint smile before her attention is once more invested in the fight before her in the ring.


Kaia is embraced in a big hug by Peri, and she glances over towards Evander and Reese. A huge smile of her own being offered to both of them. "Princess Reese! So lovely to see you! You look so pretty today!" and then at Evander, "A pleasure to meet you, my lord." she glances at him for a moment, "--or did we by chance already meet at Ian and Zoey's wedding, and I just can't recall?" she wonders, since that did happen to her with Aethan.

"Niklas is my cousin," Evander confirms with a hint of pleased surprise at Reese's observation. "A pleasure to meet you, Princess Reese--" he stops, gaze going distant for a beat. "Reese." He snaps his fingers. "The Lady Peri told me you had a library well-worth visiting. I'm trying to pace myself and not visit every library in Arx in the first week... maybe the second. I would love to visit some time, if you've no objection, your highness?" Kaia is given a half-bow, as well, as he straightens, well-practiced phrase coming from him, "I'm afraid I wasn't well enough to travel for the wedding, my lady. Lord Evander Kennex," he repeats, for her.

Jaufrey's smile quickly disappeared when Michael finally manages to land a solid hit that even with his armor around him, Jaufrey almost howls in pain. He grits his teeth and quickly takes a few steps back intending to make a safe distance to fix his broken stance.

Thea smiles briefly at Valencia, before sliding off her stool. She makes her way over to the bar for a drink,"spiced red wine please," then bows to the people that entered.

Kaia says, "Thea!~" Kaia chimes and waves at her friend from not too far now, "Order me one of those!" she says with a grin, "I need a drink!""

Reese looks upon Kaia, seemingly flattered by her words. "Thank you, Lady Kaia." She says softly. "I am flattered that you think so and very pleased to see you again." She says, sounding all charmed. She then turns her attention to Evander. "I do. I have the most huge and the best library there is in Compact." She says, but could be biased. "And I would be very pleased if you visited such sometime." The girl adds. "I collect books, but am not really a true scholar, more of a collector and a recorder sometimes."

Michael got serious, holding his shield higher and more aloft towards Jaufrey. They square up and the Bisland Sword gets up in Jaufrey's space, popping that sword away before it can gather enough momentum to truly land a blow. His own blade sings beneath Jaufrey's elbow and claps him across the ribcage! Then a retreat as Jaufrey retreats, so Michael can adjust the shield across his arm that didn't seem to need any adjustment.

The word spoken transform as if by magic and Thea quickly served her drink with a cheerful wink by the young barkeep who moves off to see that no one's cup runs dry. Valencia smiles with approval and turns back to the guests at the bar. "I am happy to keep you well in your cups, Lord Evander. My Hart is yours. Your wishes mine," she nods cheerfully as the gentleman also receives his drinks. Kaia is offered a warm smile as well as she merrily welcomes Reese. Delighted, the little vixen turns back to watch the fight for a little.

"Thought I'd see how it went." Thesarin gives Valencia a nod, and a low rumble at his throat. "Ought see how the Swords of Bisland and Whitehawk fare." He looks toward the ring, and takes the glass with a nod of thanks toward Valencia.

Jaufrey checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 21, rolling 18 higher.

Jaufrey remains capable of fighting.

Jaufrey checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 56, rolling 11 lower.

Jaufrey checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 25, rolling 0 higher.

Jaufrey remains alive, but close to death.

Jaufrey is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

A smile is returned to Valencia, when their eyes meet, just before she is moving towards Thea and the drink she had just requested; maybe, dragging Peri with her along the way - depending on if they were still hugging or not. Where they still hugging, Peri?

Thea has left the ringside great table.

Thea has joined the bar.

Reese is overheard praising Jaufrey: Well fought!

Reese is overheard praising Michael: Well fought!

Peri tries to follow the fight and the conversation going on around her and manages to follow neither. "Lord Evander, have you read all the books in the Sigils of Arvum series?" She unentangles herself from Kaia so that she can use boths hands to drink.

Reese is overheard praising Valencia: Wonderful hostest

Reese is overheard praising Kaia: So Charming!

"I have no doubt in the heart and hands of Lord Michael. He is one to do you so very proud, but I have not had the pleasure of knowing the new gentleman. Is he known to you," she asks Thesarin, her dark eyes lifting to his and returning to the ring.

Thesarin is overheard praising Michael.

Thesarin is overheard praising Jaufrey.

Thea grabs her drinks, sincerely thanking the pretty little vixen. She turns just into time to see Michael take down the unknown gentleman.

Reese looks over to Peri. "I have those books, but I didn't read them. I haven't read all the books that I have." Yupe more horder than scholar with this one! She then peeks over to Thea, giving her a warm smile.

"I have just joined the Scholars," Evander tells Reese, "But I'm interested in the written word in all forms. And stories, too. I would be thrilled to visit. I understand the urge to collect. I'm hoping to set up a library for Kennex here in Arx, too." He nods a mute thanks to the barkeep as he collects his drink. "I hope not to take my drink that badly, your highness. But I do appreciate the sentiment," the thin Kennex lord tells Valencia, lifting his cup towards her in silent toast as he drinks what appears to be a dark liquid. "I haven't had the pleasure yet, Lady Peri. Are they available in the Archives?"

Kaia is overheard praising Michael: Whooo! Cheers you make us proud!

Kaia is overheard praising Jaufrey: Whooo! Well fought Lord Jaufrey!

Valencia is overheard praising Michael: The best of gentlemen! Charmed as always.

Reese looks over to Evander, seemingly thoughtful. "Oh, you have, congrats." She says gently to the man. She then pauses for a moment. "If you need help building up your library, I have some extra books. I have multiple copies of some books and then all the battle accounts that I wrote. I'm the Crownlands General."

Lighthearted and craefree has left Michael's demeanor. He was too carefree early in this bout and its telling. Jaufrey has grown leap and bounds from the last time they have scuffled, when the Bisland was younger and more foolhardy. He settles in defensively, a dipping and mostly unassailable fortress until a thrust of Jaufrey's extends too far, stance too wide, and his shield meets the man's armored chest to shove him clear off-balance.

Valencia is overheard praising Reese: A delight to be in the company of!

Michael is overheard praising Jaufrey.

Valencia is overheard praising Jaufrey: A gentleman yet to get to know, but fought well in the Ring of Honor.

"Ain't know the man. But Whitehawk's sworn to Riven." Thesarin watches impassively as the pair clashes the final rounds, and Michael lays out the finishing blow. He doesn't react, except to take another sip from the Hart's stores.


Rising to her feet slowly, careful with the helm in her lap, Marisol does not set it aside but looks expectantly towards Lord Michael. Fingers curl once more under each side of the edge s she glances down to Kanean, "Remember to have some of te wine," she point out and once more glances up at Valencia for the kind gift.


Reese's offer receives a flickered, genuine smile from Evander in turn. "Anything you could spare would be more than welcome, your highness. Your generosity humbles me," the man murmurs. The clapping seems to make him recall there's a sparring match going on, enough to lift his head and contribute to the approving noise, though he recognizes neither of the participants.

Thea smiles lightly at Reese,"I hope you're well,"peering at Kaia, Thea tells her,"I have your drink."

Kanean nods, looking at the Princess, "I will."


Peri answers Evander's question about the series of books, "They are. I like the tenth volume in the series. I have been updating the information in it that people have discovered since the ambassadors arrived. There's a lot to cover."
"MIchael!" Peri calls out. "I got your lemonade over here!"

Reese looks over to Evander with a smile. "Oh, its fine, its...I have them extra anyways, so big deal at all. Although the library is way up in a tower. If we ever get attacked at the gates, I am going to throw book down at our foes." She teases. The girl then smile over to Kanean as well.

Kaia chuckles, once she has been freed to move, and finally reaches Thea's side, and settles next to her by a stool. "Oh!~ Thank you, dear!" she chimes, before reaching out for the glass of red and raising it to her lips for a sip. Her eyes moving towards the Arena, to see waht was likely the culmination of the spar. What was that? Who won?!

Valenica smiles to Thesarin as the Whitehawk is felled and she nods gently. "He did your house proudly I think. Lord Michael's star has been rising most readily," she observes to the Count with a little smile, reaching to top up his glass by her own hand. "I think, though, it is possible that the gentleman will become one of the greats of Arx," she muses giving Jaufrey a little study from across the room. "You have not met him yet?"

Michael's shield catches Jaufrey off balance as he fall to the ground. Realizing that he is on the ground while his opponent remains standing, he quickly tries to get up "I-I can still...." His words get cut off when he feels the pain in his chest. He clenchs his teeth "Ugh, fine.. you won" Jaufrey admits his loss although he is a bit bitter about it.

"A tower?" Evander looks not so much impressed as, perhaps, uncertain at Reese's words. "I am... not so good with stairs. But it sounds like it will be worth the effort. And that is good to know... should foes approach." He gives a tiny little smile that lingers at Peri's words. "Then I shall make sure to add it to the top of my list. I didn't know you also wrote, Lady Peri."

Thea nods to Kaia,"Welcome,"adding,"I think your cousin won." She brings the red wine to her lips, enjoying the taste.

Reese looks over Evander, seemingly thoughtful and seeming to take him a bit more a more deeply now. "I guess the stairs are not for everyone." She says a bit sheepishly. "I would...I could help you up the stairs." She then offers a moment later.

Peri explains to Evander, "I do not write, but I wish to see the book updated. I don't think anyone's working on it. I only keep notes on it." Peri digs through the satchel she carries and shows Evander, "Just these."


As the others call for Michael, Marisol smiles towards the bar and then slowly settles herself back into her chair, helm and all she glances aside at Kanean. She quickly reaches for her wine and drinks of it for a moment to eat up her silence. Setting her glass back down she offers a companionable smile for her cohort and then reaches up to set the helm down at the table and glances towards the exit of the Hart. She smooths the brocade of her dress. "What is it you do, Master Ironfoot?" Dark eyes sweep over him.


"Might well be." Thesarin gives Valencia a nod, and looks back toward the ring with a grunt. He watches Jauffrey pulling himself to his feet, giving a slow shake of his head and taking another pull off his glass. "Had a good showing. Lord Whitehawk; how now, eh?" he calls over toward Jauffrey.

"I'll... I'll make it. It will just take me some time," Evander says, quietly, to Reese. He's not a proud man, but he seems to be uniquely accustomed to the weaknesses of his own, thin, frame. "How tall a tower is it?" Peri's offering of notes is sufficient distraction that he immediately puts his glass away, all but forgetting about it as he begins to flip through some of the notes. "This is... impressive, Lady Peri. Very detailed."

A stutter step carries Michael towards the fallen warrior that is Jaufrey, but the words end his approach. A spin, a flourish that would be better suited to removing blood from a blade, then its point finds and slides home into its sheath. "You fought well. Your exaggerated backfoot settling before a thrust is completely gone." He'll wait to see the man regain his feet before heading towards the railing. And his helmet. "I've heard talk of Lemonade. Princess? Did you get me lemonade? Did you meet everyone?"

At Thea's words, "He did?!" Kaia's face is full of shock at first, she was frankly thinking Michael had no chance at this one, with his recent claims of being old and what not after the Tournament and all. But, hey, would you look at that! He certainly had the skills! Or, maybe, he just got real lucky! No matter! Whatever it was, there's no shame for the House! Yay! She's making that weird clapping thing she does; her shock is gone, and a bright smile is now set on her face. "Whooooo! Go Michael! You make Bisland proud! I totally thought you wer--" mutters something, "--able to do it! Well done!"

Reese chimes in with. "It was very well fought Lord Jauffrey. Michael is hard to beat. He came in second at the tournament of roses and was trained in party by myself." She says with that touch of Grayson pride entering her tone. She then looks over to Evander "Very tall. I work out by going and up down the steps alot."

Kanean looks up, "Uh, An archer, a mercenary and trainer."

"Indeed, my lord. It was very well fought. You both brought great honour to my Hart," Valencia smiles softly and bows her head in gracious appreciation. "Welcome to my Hart. I am so very pleased to meet you," she offers gently with the offer of a delicate hand in greeting.

Thea amusedly hear Kaia. She leans against the bar, getting a bit comfortable.

Jaufrey get himself up to his feet while he picks up his sword that was thrown away when he fell down earlier. He gives Michael an approving look, "Looks like you didnt slack off on your training after all, huh" He turns to Thesarin and briefly replies, "I was careless for a moment, thats all". He nods at Reese as her words comforts him a bit.


Attempting to engage in conversation with her tablemte it takes a moment but she receives her answer, "I seem to be meeting quite a few mercenaries as of late, a pleasure to meet you," she remarks again and then tilts her head, "I think the other I know is Ajax, but had two others with him at the time who were quite tight lipped.". She lifts her glass for wine when Michael suddenly arrives at the railing and looks down at him. "Oh no, I did not. The Lady Peri seems to have known to though," she motions to the bar as she offers Michael a smile. She turns then, reaching out for the helm to pull it from the table and rise once more to offer it to him. "You fought well, congratulations."

"Who was the Lord you fought? I am not familiar."



"And no, I have not but sometimes I find that quiet and small groups suit me better. I would gladly meet them. This is Kanean Ironfoot, Master Ironfoot this is Lord Michael Bisland."


Peri says, "Lord Jaufrey, You fought well. I understand you have been away for a while. I'm Lady Peri Seliki. I don't think we've met."

"Then," Evander says in response to Reese, "I should bring some water to keep me going on the long climb, and plan to stay a while." It sounds like a dry joke, though there's only a tiny twitch of the Kennex Lord's mouth to accompany it. He gives welcoming nods to Michael and Jaufrey, "Well fought, my lords," is offered to them. It's a rote phrase, given he wasn't watching and probably -- to judge by the look of him -- has never lifted a weapon himself in his life.

Peri whispers with some of the staff and encourages them to send the rum and lemonade drinks to Princess Marisols table.

Jaufrey manages to put up a smile as he reaches out to shake Valencia's hand. "Thank you, your highness." He turns to Peri, "Lord Jaufrey Whitehawk, an honor to meet you, Lady Peri"

"Fought well, Lord Whitehawk. Ain't folk could say elsewise." Thesarin gives another nod, and he looks with another grunt toward Valencia. "And you, Princess, as ever a fine hostess."

Domonico enters the room, helm under his arm and he sweeps his gaze around slowly, nodding in greetings to those he sees before spotting his sister and striding towards her, "Thea. I trust you are behaving?"

Reese looks upon Jaufrey. "It is nice to meet you. I'm Princess Reese, the Crownlands General." She says softly. "Well you can stay for while when you make it up there." The girl adds. She then waves over to Domonico. Lord Domonico, hi."

Kanean nods, " Well Ajax is a friend of mine and I am part of his company. THe others arent very talkative to be honest.."

"Lord Whitehawk," Evander nods to Jaufrey as he identifies himself. "Lord Evander Kennex," is offered in turn, once he's greeted Peri.

Duchess Cottontail, a gorgeous fluffy white angora kitten with odd eyes and a pretty pink ribbon have been dismissed.

2 Bisland pride guards have been dismissed.

Luella Sedna, an influent and renowned pearl trader have been dismissed.

Colin Laurent, a quiet and serene companion have been dismissed.

Valencia smiles up at Thesarin's kind comment. "And you, my lord, sweet and kind to me as ever," returns with a gentle smile. "You were missed. I hope this means I get to see more of you this season," she invites with a little glance and a smile to the fine company that gathers and back. More drinks arrive and cups are refilled as quickly as they are emptied.

Thea rolls her eyes at Domonico, a smirk on her lips,"Now why would you think I'm not." She turns to Evander and Jaufrey both,"Thea Malvici!n nice to meet you."

"I could not. I've spent a good deal of my time in the thick of things lately. Your absence was noted, my lord." Then the railing and the helmet is taken up again by Michael, from Marisol. "The man is Lord Jaufrey Whitehawk, Whitehawk's Sword and a...uhh...valiant fighter." A glance off towards the whippersnapper who is coming off the sands with him. But hark, he catches Thesarin's honey coated words of fairness and class. "This folken'aint'gonnasaynothingdifferent,yeppers, Count Thesarin." Green eyes alight with mirth at...teasing the older man about his accent.

Domonico has joined the bar.

"Master Ironfoot! I saw you, at least your blade. You were aiming for me a bit in the Grand Melee, weren't you?"


Glancing aside at the other combatant, Marisol watches him join with the others at the bar. "Yes, they are not very talkative. I think that is a running trait amongst Ajax' men." She looks a title bemused but dips her head to the archer as she remains upon her feet beside her seat. Ektor for his part is giving glares towards the Bisland Lord just as the lemonade and rum are brought to the Ringside table. That draws her attention and up go her eyes, darting before they pin Lady Peri with fault for this. A smile pulls at her lips and she lifts a gloved hand to the other woman. "Lord Michael, it appears your drinks are here at this table. I think a Seliki Lady had something to do with it."


Kanean makes a weird look, "I have no memory of using a blade nor going to the Grand Melee, Lord Michael. Perhaps you've mistaken me for someone else?"

Domonico joins the crowd at the bar and gives his sister a quick squeeze of the shoulder. "Why would I think you are misbehaving? You're my sister. That's good enough reason to worry." He nods at Reese's greeting with a warm smile, "Your highness.'

"Hope I will, Princess," Thesarin says with a nod toward Valencia. Then he looks toward Michael, and... stares. Completely flat, level, and unwavering. Just stares.

Reese looks over to Domonico with a warm smile. "Very nice to see you again." She say softly and cheerfully to him. She orders another refill and stays perched at the bar.

Jaufrey takes a deep breath and throw the defeat earlier to the back of his mind. He straighten his back and puts up the most genuine smile as he begins to greet the people one by one. "An honor to meet you Princess Reese, I have long heard of your fame" He turns to Evander and nods slightly "Pleasure to meet you too." Last, he turns back to Thesarin and gives him a bow "I believe I havent properly greets you Lord Thesarin. Thank you."

With a half-bow, Evander gives Thea a flickered smile. "My lady. A pleasure to meet you. I don't think I've met a Malvici before." He's careful to pack the papers Peri gave him away so no undue drinks spill on them.

A warm smile is offered to Domonico along with a gentle nod. "Good evening, my lord," she offers brightly as a drink finds it's way to the man. A little smile is sent Michael's way along though it fades slightly as she notices Thesarin's steelly gaze. Turning back, Valenica offers the Count a sweet smile and a light cough to bring his attention to her once more, if only to break the tension, "My dearest Count. I am glad of this. Thank you for saying so. I shall greatly look forward to it," she nods. "Would you care for more?" she offers with a nod to the bottle.

Michael checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 25, rolling 11 lower.

Kaia is just there, siping on her drink quietly, staring at nothing or none in particular, just in a daze.

Reese looks upon Jaufrey, seeming flattered by the man's words. A touch of pink touches her cheeks and everything. "Thank you. I am flattered that you heard of me and well if you ever want lessons, I am a teacher too of war and combat." She adds.

Michael has joined the ringside table.

Jaufrey has joined the bar.

Thea snorts at Domonico,"Because of that, I'm very well mannered." She turns toward Evander, sipping her drink,"Be happy it's me then."Thea notices Kaia, nudging her foot briefly.

Kaia has joined the bar.


"Huh...who...could I be thinking of...." Michael is trying to distract himself the withering gaze of Thesarin...and fails. He'lll slip sideways into the table that Marisol, Ektor and Kanaen sit at with his chin dipped down and dimples digging furrows into his cheeks at his barely contained...Nope. Not contained. Michael giggles and stifles it with a long drawing gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp of Lemonade. "Princess Marisol, you've met Princess Valencia? Count Thesarin? Lord Jaufrey Whitehawk who gave me a vigorious spar." Anything. Talk more. Get him to stop staring at you.

Domonico looks to Reese as she greets him and chuckles, "Lessons from Reese can be exceptionally painful but worthwhile." He directs the comment to Jaufrey before Evander's comment draws his attention, "And now you have met two Malvici. Lord Domonico Malvici. Admiral and Voice and long suffering brother."

The response from the Malvici lady seems to, if anything, confuse Evander for a moment. His gaze lingers on Thea, puzzling over the words. "I'm afraid I'm new to Arx, my lady, so your inference escapes me." It clears marginally, only because of the shift of focus to Domonico. "Lord Domonico. Lord Evander Kennex," he offers, with another of those well-practiced bows.

Jaufrey shakes his head to Reese, "You do not need to feel flattered for something you deserves." He smiles a bit, "If you say so then I will gladly come to you when I need one." He shrugs a bit when he hears Domonico remark, "It will even be more interesting."


As Kanean is mistaken for someone else, Marisol glances between the two before she is finally noting the long dead stare from Thesarin and the Valardin lowers to sit and offers the Count a faint smile before she reaches once more of the wine. She sips from it and then tilts her head, glancing upwards to Michael when he starts to laugh. She clears her throat, "I have not officially no." She glances from each though Jaufrey is soon headed for the bar. She sits up and offers a nod to Valencia, "You are a wonderful host, as the Count has said.." she apparently was listening. "Count Thesarin, a pleasure. I might have to get up and go meet the others at some point. Now why is the Count staring at you?"


Kaia's daze is slightly and briefly broken with Thea's nudge at her foot and she glances at the woman, "Hmm?" her eyes then finally setting upon Jaufrey and Domonico who had at some point joines the bar. "Oh, Lord Jaufrey, well fought! So, good to see you again! It's been a long time since we last saw one another, hasn't it?" she says with a smile. A nod and a smile given to Domonico if their eyes met at some point.

"One more top, Princess. And with thanks." Thesarin finally breaks his stare from Michael and turns back toward Valencia with another nod. "My hopes for another fine season at the Hart." He looks back toward Jaufrey with a grunt, and holds out a meaty hand, shav tattoos just showing at the wrist past the cloth of his shirt. "Ain't met proper, Lord Whitehawk. Well met." He looks over toward Marisol, and lifts up his chin. He might be dressed like a Grayson nobleman, but the Prodigal doesn't much look the part of a Count.

Reese cheeks are still warmed with a touch of pink and the girl smiles over to Jaufrey and to Dominico. "Okay, I give lessons in my tower." She adds a moment later.

Domonico is offered a slight lift of brow by the little raven haired Princess and then a sigh. Turning back to the conversation, Valencia smiles and offers a warm incline of head, "A pleasure as always, Princess Marisol. Thank you for once again gracing my Hart with your fine company," she nods warmly as her cheeks flush. "Your words are kind and far too generous," she offers back.

Thesarin's voice breaks through the din and she turns to smile up at the man. "For you, my dearest Count, anything," she returns with a slight smile as she generously fills Thesarin's cup. "May your wishes find fate's ears and woo her into full force," she nods back and sips her drink. "If this gathering is to be any indication of things to come, I think it will be a well season indeed."



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