Monique has joined the a small alcove with a profusion of rose vines.

3 Thrax Guards arrives, following Vega.

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Vega drops Golden Bench.

Vega drops Silver Bench.

Vega drops Medium Steel Table.

Etienne has joined the Golden Bench.

Cabbit, a nub-tailed tabby cat, 2 Whitehawk Guards arrive, following Bedivere.

Monique has left the a small alcove with a profusion of rose vines.

Monique has joined the Silver Bench.

Lady Snow arrives, following Denica.

Bedivere has joined the Golden Bench.

Vega has joined the Silver Bench.

Once again -- for probably the final time -- Sebastian is set up in the Aviary, this time underneath the arbor. The large painting of the forest is set up just outside so that it's in full light, while Sebastian has seated himself comfortably, sipping from a glass, a bottle of wine being held loosely by his assistant, his guards standing further back out of the way. Every now and then, he touches his belt, where a leather-wrapped hilt can be seen.

Merek has made his way into the place to look about, his cape adjusted about him. He has two of the thorns with him he has on, looking to some of the folk there as well.

It's a wonderful spring evening and warm in the Aviary. Aside from the occasional dive-bombing bird and avian droppings, it's nigh on perfect. There's a party going on, with servants circulating with only the best whiskey, Nightgold's Finest, and small finger foods. Set up are the Committee members of the Tournament of Thorns, all running their games for avid participants.

Lady Monique is at the silver bench, squinting in concentration as she tries to guess people's lies.

Marisol has joined the a small alcove with a profusion of rose vines.

Michael has joined the a small green duck pond.

Vega is running a touch behind, but she's here! Making her way through the throngs to join Monique at the silver benches in order to aid those seeking the Minx's thorn. She offers a warm smile for Monique as she settles in, leaning in to murmur softly to the lady.

Maxene, the steadfast ladies maid, Elegance, a Velenosian Greyhound, Pellinor, 2 Thrax Elite Guards, 3 Thrax Guards, Honey Snuggle, a Velenosian Angora cat arrive, following Alarissa.

3 Templar Knight guards, Alarissa arrive, following Sina.

Etienne is at the golden colored place, like a fly to a lantern. On occasion he will send over for some of Monique's finger foods, which he inconspicuously devours between contests, not really, but he thinks so. He has a set of chairs arranged in a circle, waiting for someone to step forward and open their mouth.

Evonleigh has joined the a small green duck pond.

Athaur walks into the Aviary, the bells he wears jingling with each step. He eyes narrowing slightly as he spots Sebastian and his cursed painting. He starts to walk resloutely towards the man. But then there is a raven that has spotted the many shining bells he wears that is attempting to attack him. Athar starts, speaking heatedly in Ravashari towards the bird as his hand presses to the knife on his belt.

Silvio comes dressed up for the competition and gives his hair a flick with one hand. He does not seem to be one of the competators, but he does seem at least tacetly intrigued by the whole ordeal. He does eye Athaur's belt with an appraising eye, and offers one of the compliments.


Marisol has parted ways from Mihcaela nd slowly lowers to sit at a small rose covered aclove. Smoothing her lavender brocade into place the Valardin Princess looks towards her other tourney council members in their respective spots as she adjusts her copper thorn crown set with emeralds atop her head. Curls cushion it rather well in place.


As Sebastian spots Athaur's approach, he gestures towards his assistant, who promptly pours a half-glass of red, ready to offer to the Count when he gets near -- assuming he survives the attention of the birds, anyway. Bas manages /not/ to laugh, but he does hastily lift his glass to cover his gesture. Noticing Silvio watching the count, he lifts a hand, "Lord Silvio," he calls out warmly. "Always a pleasure to see you."

Evonleigh enters the area, looking curious -- she's been so busy with rehearsals and diplomatic trips throughout the Crownlands and elsewhere, so she hasn't had too much time for social events -- it's frankly killing her, the social creature she is, and she's looking for some fun, perhaps. It's not fun yelling at actors all day, no matter how fun it looks! She smiles and dips a curtsy to those royal members present, before heading to Michael, mouth tipped up at one corner into a smirk for her liege lordling.

Bedivere has left the Golden Bench.

Alarissa's set up is -not- under the predators thsi time around, servants sent in ahead of time to get things prepared for her since she was busy dealing with a family dinner. But in with Denica she sweeps, all silk and seasilk, every bit of hair and clothing in perfect place. "And here is where I part from you, so I can tend to my duties. You'll have to come and walk the beach with Eleyna and I soon."

Lady Snow arrives, following Denica.

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

Renault, the fluffiest Velenosan cat, Athenais, a dreamy apprentice Whisper arrive, following Selene.

Michael is sitting at a bench beside a duck pond, watching said ducks and ducklings frolic until he is aware someone is approaching him. And his chin lifts and eyes narrow towards Lady Evonleigh. "Have you come to claim some nefarious deed done upon me, my friend? Or have you come to wrought discord in my life?"

Silvio smiles sweetly at Sebastian. "Ohhh, my dearest Sebastian...its so true that it is always good to see you as well. Ugh. So...you know I am brilliant at this sort of thing. Its sort of my /thing/...being a thorn in people's sides." He teases.

Sina arrives in the Aviary, with somewhat of a tentative step. She glances around with curious eyes, studying the various people present, and getting a feel for the layout of the event. She gives a parting smile to Alarissa, then glances around to the various places and eventually makes her way toward the painting, drawn to the artwork. She is clothed very simply but elegantly, though she's set aside the Archscholar's robes in favor of a lovely linen dress of blue-green and alabaster with matching slippers, and a hairpiece of opal and silver. Three Templars are shadowing the Archscholar, though they are merely blended into the background.

With a nub-tailed tabby cat on the shoulder of his Knights-of-Solace tabard, Lord Bedivere Whitehawk carefully maneuvers through the crowd, doing so with the briefest tap to not only Eveonleigh but also Michael on their arms while passing by to seek out new thorns.

Bedivere has joined the a lovely arbor wreathed in greenery.

"Of that I have absolutely no doubt, Silvio," Sebastian answers with a low-throated laugh. "I certainly hope to see you out competing tomorrow -- if I could bet, I know where my funds would go," he adds, with a tip of glass in toast to the other man. "Have you qualified yet, or would you like to try at mine? The Count," he gestures to Athaur, "Hasn't had too much luck."

Denica has joined the a small alcove with a profusion of rose vines.

Monique, at her silver bench with her wonderful whiskey, reaches to one-arm hug Vega as she arrives. "Ah, thank goodness. My lie-keeper has arrived. Welcome, Your Highness. You're looking radiant tonight. How are you?" She leans in to murmur something more at a whisper.

Silvio glances towards Athaur. "Luck with your challenge? Yes, I need to qualify. I have been so busy bothering my husband." He flaps a hand with extreme confidence. "Let me have a go then...no special treatment, no matter that you are my dear Sebastian and that you look amazing, as always, like a particularly lively artwork." He smiiiilllles.

It isn't too late to enjoy the splendors of the Aviary. Selene carries a parasol over her shoulder as a degree of protection against the troublesome birds who might be attracted by the silver worked into her dress, for it takes up the bottom half easily. She comes arm-in-arm with her apprentice and tenders a smile upon all who might be found in her midst. Within reach of those significant figures responsible for the tournament, she dips in a full, graceful curtsey matched to perfect depth as a starting point. And tables shall be surveyed thus.

Silvio has joined the a lovely arbor wreathed in greenery.

Sina has joined the a lovely arbor wreathed in greenery.

"Oh I am absolutely on the edge of my seat! I heard Lady Narcissa received her pendant and that Count Athaur is not far behind! I am so glad to see others chasing the pendant," Vega returns the one-armed hug and adds a kiss ot the Minx's cheek. She murmurs a response on the straightening and smiles warmly towards her.

Selene has joined the Golden Bench.

Alarissa has joined the Medium Steel Table.

Athaur manages to avoid the corvids, muttering darkly about the hated birds. He smooths his clothes out, grabbing hold of his composure as he makes his way towards Sebastion. He scowls again, dramatically pointing towards the painting. "So, we meet again, for the last time!"

Athaur has joined the a lovely arbor wreathed in greenery.

A table perfectly set - with servants at the stand by to ensure that a swift change between challengers happens - is where Alarissa's found, smoothing out a wrinkle in the aeterna tablecloth and then adjusting a spoon -just so- as she waits for her challengers to meander over. Songbirds near her this time instead of birds of prey.

At Bedivere's passing, Evonleigh smiles at her fellow Whitehawk, before tipping her head to look at Michael. "Did you, this past week, happen to have your favorite strawberry-cream-filled pastries at breakfast, only to find that it was not raspberry and cream but rather beets and sour cream? One of the maids tells me that you haven't had another pastry all week since, without having someone taste test it for you." She dips her head, as if ashamed. "I do apologize, but your cook was very eager to be in on the joke."

"You're a veritable monster, Evonleigh." Michael's eyes narrow fiercely at the woman and her claim. Yes. Yes. That /particular/ pastry is remembered. "How could you. We were friends. Whom did you bribe? How did you secrete such a vile conglomeration of awful flavors onto my table. I should have you for Spymaster if I could get the Baron to ease upon your duties." Michael stands from his bench and flips open a small chest to pull out a thorn and offer it to Evonleigh. "Your spoils, Lady Evonleigh Whitehawk."

Llyr steps ino the Aviary to look about, peering curiously at what challenges await. He smiles as he sees Etienne and then looks to see others.

Silvio checked perception + investigation at difficulty 30, rolling 5 higher.

Athaur checked wits + investigation at difficulty 30, rolling 15 higher.

"Ever at your service, Lord Michael," says Evonleigh, rising and giving a deep curtsy with a little flourish, the actress' bow from her past. She grins and accepts the thorn, then leans to kiss his fondly. "I do detest beets, and so I simply thought of the worst possible thing to pretend to be a strawberry in color -- well, foodwise, anyway. Thank you, my dear lord." She turns away, looking at the other committee members, considering where to try next.

Evonleigh has left the a small green duck pond.

Evonleigh has joined the Medium Steel Table.

Llyr has joined the Golden Bench.

The Whitehawk lady finds Alarissa's station to be waiting competitors, so she heads there next, curtsying to the Thraxian princess. "Your highness," she says with a smile, and waits to be told what to do.

Marisol gets a Tournament of Thorns copper thorn from a chest of thorns.

Athaur grumbles audibly. "Almost certain it's a bird. Probably a crow. Cursed birds. Cursed things..." His grumbling switches to Ravashari, even more dark sounding as he scowls at the painting. But then he blinks and straightens slightly. He tilts his head to one side, and then the other. Then he is off, bells ringing as he makes his way

Sina checked dexterity + stealth at difficulty 30, rolling 8 lower.

Denica checked dexterity + manipulation at difficulty 15, rolling 28 higher.

For a time, Sina gazes at Sebastian's painting, studying it very closely alongside Athaur and Silvio. Then she steps away from it, with a smile and a bow of her head to Sebastian. She steps off, seemingly contemplative for a time, then bends down near a tree to perhaps pull a pebble out of her shoe, but oh is she a terrible actress. Her hand slips out to snatch up something in her fist real quick, then she rises, carrying the prized object, which she eventually brings back to Sebastian, showing it to him with a little grin.

Evonleigh checked charm + etiquette at difficulty 30, rolling 38 higher. Evonleigh rolled a critical!

The glass of red Sebastian had waiting for Athaur if he failed to locate the clue in the depths of his painting again is not necessary, perhaps: the Pravus artist looks pleased, eyes tracking the Count as he walks away abruptly. He turns his attention to Bedivere, giving the Lord a smile, and gesturing as if to say, /go find it/, his gaze turning to follow Sina's with a brief cough. "Well done," he approves. "Faster than many who have tried for weeks," he's not looking at Athaur, nope.

Sebastian takes Tournament of Thorns steel thorn from a chest of thorns.

Michael checked perception + streetwise at difficulty 43, rolling 12 lower.

Alarissa takes a Tourney of Thorn brass crown of thorns with garnets from a chest of thorns.

Llyr checked intellect + theology at difficulty 30, rolling 7 lower.

Sebastian takes Tournament of Thorns steel thorn from a chest of thorns.

Denica has left the a small alcove with a profusion of rose vines.

Denica has joined the a small green duck pond.

Sebastian takes Tournament of Thorns steel thorn from a chest of thorns.

After Sebastian's gesture, Bedivere heads off to go inspect some of the trees, eventually finding a particular one and letting Cabbit climb it a bit whilst the Whitehawk lord gets a thorn from between the fork in the branches.

Athaur returns from his quest, holding it triumphantly towards Sebastian as he does. "I have defeated your maddening artwork."

Evonleigh listens to Alarissa's directions, then does what is asked of her, pointing to each piece and talking it. Apparently she does well enough to earn a thorn there, too, and she smiles, standing and curtsying again to the princess. "Thank you so much!" she says, pocketing the thorn with the first.

Evonleigh has left the Medium Steel Table.

"Congratulations, Count," Sebastian sounds genuinely pleased for the man. "Was it all the more satisfying, for being denied for so long?" he wonders.

Bedivere has left the a lovely arbor wreathed in greenery.

Bedivere has joined the a small alcove with a profusion of rose vines.

Evonleigh has joined the Silver Bench.

Sina dips her head to Sebastian, and smiles. "Thank you," she says. She gives a little glance to the others and smiles. "Congratulations," she says, slipping her own thorn into a pocket in her dress to join it with the other one. Then she steps away from Sebastian's table and moves on to peer around at the others. Eventually, she makes her way over toward Monique, offering the redhead a smile.

Sina has left the a lovely arbor wreathed in greenery.

Sebastian takes Tournament of Thorns steel thorn from a chest of thorns.

Sina has joined the Silver Bench.

Athaur considers Sebastian's question for a moment, stroking his chin. "I think perhaps it is a bit more a feeling of vicotry for having to struggle for so long."

Silvio has left the a lovely arbor wreathed in greenery.

Silvio has joined the a small alcove with a profusion of rose vines.

Silvio claims a steel thorn, which he slides into a jacket pocket, then makes his way towards the rose vines to join them there.

"Then I don't regret for a moment the moments of loss, for the victory is all the sweeter," Sebastian replies to Athaur with an amused glimmer of gaze. "And though I did promise you a glass of wine on your loss, you are more than welcome to it as a victor, instead," he says, gesturing towards the glass his assistant offers out to the Count.

Evonleigh's success means there's a satisfied smile on her face as a hand dips into a small chest and produces a brass thorn for the woman even as servants quickly scurry about the table to reset it for the next challenger. "Well done. I hope you choose the path of the puppetmaster, I'd be curious to see how you do Lady Whitehawk. Good luck on the rest."

Athaur puts Tournament of Thorns steel thorn in a simple velvet bag.

Michael goes oh softly at something Denica is telling him. "Yes. The Porcupine. That was my favorite of the portraits secreted about the city. A very fine porcupine. I did not enjoy seeing myself with a beard of quills but I suppose its better to have it painted than to have it actually happen." He'll stand and flit a thorn from the chest to hold in his hand. He even leans closer to her. "Its a secret. But that was my very favorite portrait. Thank you, your highness."

Etienne gets Tournament of Thorns gold thorn from a chest of thorns.

Athaur takes a Tournament of Thorns copper thorn from a simple velvet bag.

Athaur takes Tournament of Thorns brass thorn from a simple velvet bag.

Athaur takes Tournament of Thorns silver thorn from a simple velvet bag.

Athaur takes Tournament of Thorns pewter thorn from a simple velvet bag.

Athaur takes Tournament of Thorns gold thorn from a simple velvet bag.

Athaur takes Tournament of Thorns steel thorn from a simple velvet bag.

Athaur takes Tournament of Thorns bronze thorn from a simple velvet bag.

Selene has left the Golden Bench.

Selene has joined the Medium Steel Table.

Merek has joined the a small alcove with a profusion of rose vines.

Denica offers Michael a hug. "Thank you Lord Michael. That is so kind of you." A beat as she glances to Alarissa, "Do let the Princess know if you ever wish to be a prince." She winks playfully. Her sharp blue eyes scan the room. They finally find someone. She strides over to Athaur, arms held open. "Oh Count. My Count. It is such a pleasure to see you."

After standing and speaking quietly to the Archlector of Gild, Selene's oration must have succeeded at something. She smiles with a small chit carried in her clasped hands. The gift is handed to her apprentice, the waiting veiled Whisper taking the prize with the appropriate degree of respect. The Radiant Emeritus takes a path away from Etienne and Llyr afterward, bound for Alarissa. Extending the princess a deep curtsey comes as second nature.

Athaur finishes turning his collection of Thorns to Monique before he is called too. He turns towards Denica and beams slightly. "My Princess! A pleasure of course." He folds Denica in a hug

Silvio checked charm + diplomacy at difficulty 30, rolling 30 higher.

"He would have to give up his future as a Duke, Princess Denica." Alarissa calls over, smiling to the former Radiant that approaches her table. Alarissa inclines her head and starts to speak quietly.

Bedivere has left the a small alcove with a profusion of rose vines.

Bedivere has joined the a small green duck pond.

Denica tilts her head at Michael, awaiting a response, with ALMOST a grin.

Silvio has left the a small alcove with a profusion of rose vines.

Llyr has left the Golden Bench.

Llyr leaves the Golden Banches, looking very disappointed.

"I'm afraid you'd need to become a Duchess, your highness." Michael reaffirms Alarissa's call out that interrupts them. "I suppose marrying a Thraxian Princess would do wonders to ease current tensions between my house's vassals and yours." A gentle smile. Gotta let them down easy. "I'm afraid that you may have come too late to place a bid on this handsome bachelor. We shall see what time's threads sew for me yet."

Selene checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 30, rolling 17 higher.

Denica blinks her eyes twice and does nothing but smile....

Mailys steps inside, a bright smile on ruby lips. The small Corsetina has an air of mischeif about her tonight, glancing around at all the faces both familiar and not.

Athaur suddenly remembers the wine that Sebastian offered him. He picks up the glass and downs it in one go. Victory or further frustration? Who can say for certain. He watches the byplay between Denica and Michael curiously.

Lygeia, a calligrapher and alchemist arrives, following Rysen.

Merek checked charm + diplomacy at difficulty 30, rolling 8 higher.

Sebastian gives a low throated laugh, seemingly approving of Athaur's claiming of the glass, regardless of the reason. He holds out his own glass to his assistant for a refill while he watches.

Rysen drifts into the aviary with Lygeia, and makes his way to Monique's side. He gives a brief, respectful bow and a smile. "Apologies for being late, My Lady. I'll make my way to the magpie exhibit for any who wish to test their skill against Lygeia's lack of humor."

Rysen has joined the Magpie Exhibit.

Monique gets Tournament of Thorns silver thorn from a chest of thorns.

Denica has left the a small green duck pond.

Denica has joined the Magpie Exhibit.

Vega looks up at Rysen's arrival, smiling warmly towards the man and inclining her head, "So glad you could join us tonight, my lord."

Monique smiles happily to Rysen's arrival. "Welcome, Lord Crovane, and think nothing of it. I think there are several who will be hunting you down very shortly," she says with a wicked grin. "Make sure you grab a whiskey from one of the servers on the way!"

Silvio has joined the a small alcove with a profusion of rose vines.

"The pleasure's mine, Your Highness," says Rysen to Vega, as he bows deeply. He manages to find a glass of whiskey and makes his way over to the magpie exhibit, with Lygeia, looking particularly dour, standing beside him.

Marisol gets a Tournament of Thorns copper thorn from a chest of thorns.

Athaur has left the a lovely arbor wreathed in greenery.

1 Rivenshari Clansman have been dismissed.

Lucky, the fishing cat have been dismissed.

Patock, A clever Youth have been dismissed.

Puff, a dainty yellow-green canary arrives, delivering a message to Rysen before departing.

Merek puts a Tournament of Thorns copper thorn in a backpack, made of black leather.

Athaur history

Selene has left the Medium Steel Table.

Selene has joined the Silver Bench.

Athaur frowns slightly, looking to the side as a young rivenshari man approaches, a few bells hanging from his sash. They exchange a short conversation in Ravashari before he sighs. "Excuse me, please." Then he follows the boy out

Merek has left the a small alcove with a profusion of rose vines.

Merek has joined the a small green duck pond.

Denica has left the Magpie Exhibit.

Lady Snow have been dismissed.

Denica has joined the Magpie Exhibit.

Mailys has joined the Magpie Exhibit.

Mailys follows after Rysen, as if drifting along with the same breeze that guided the Crovane lord. The smile lingers, of course!

Mailys checked charm + manipulation at difficulty 30, rolling 21 higher.

Merek checked dexterity + legerdemain at difficulty 15, rolling 15 higher.

Sina smiles, rising from a curtsy to Monique, and takes a silver thorn offered to her. There's an impish look on her features. "Thank you, my lady. I wish you the greatest success with this tournament of thorns! I'll look forward to being at the event." She then gives an encouraging smile to Evonleigh and Selene, and withdraws. "I'm off to see about grabbing some more thorns. Good luck!" She adds the silver thorn to her growing collection, and wanders off, glancing about.

Sina has left the Silver Bench.

Rysen gets Tournament of Thorns pewter thorn from a chest of thorns.

Bedivere has left the a small green duck pond.

Bedivere has joined the Golden Bench.

Sina has joined the Golden Bench.

Rysen gets Tournament of Thorns pewter thorn from a chest of thorns.

Denica winks and wiggles her fingers at Rysen with a wink as she wanders over to Monique with seven thorns. "My Lady. I believe I turn these in to you?"

Evonleigh has left the Silver Bench.

Evonleigh has joined the a lovely arbor wreathed in greenery.

Rysen is still blushing slightly and shakes his head as Denica winks at him, though he has a broad smile on his face. "Very clever," he mutters under his breath.

The table has been reset by the servants, Alarissa reaching over to indicate a few different touches as she waits for the next competitor for a brass thorn to arrive.

Sina checked charm + theology at difficulty 30, rolling 4 lower.

Evonleigh steps away from Monique and Vega's bench, pocketing another little treasure, before looking around and finding Sebastian alone. She heads that way, dipping her head to the Pravus lord before taking a seat.

Mailys has left the Magpie Exhibit.

Mailys has joined the Medium Steel Table.

Merek has left the a small green duck pond.

Merek has joined the Magpie Exhibit.

Monique accepts the thorns from Denica with a deep curtsey. "Congratulations, Princess Denica. You have joined the elite ranks of the few who will know in advance what the final game of the Tournament consists of!"

Evonleigh checked intellect + investigation at difficulty 30, rolling 7 higher.

"Of course," Monique adds, with a grin to Denica, "not until tomorrow morning."

Bedivere has left the Golden Bench.

Bedivere says, "Thank you, Archlector Telmar."

Maple, a brown golden retriever, Toffee, a fluffy pomeranian, 2 Laurent trained guards arrive, following Mabelle.

Bedivere has joined the Medium Steel Table.

Silvio has left the a small alcove with a profusion of rose vines.

Silvio has joined the Silver Bench.

Vega glances up from the group at the bench to smile at Denica, "She still refuses to tell me and I've been trying to ply her for the answer since I received the pendant!"

Maple, a brown golden retriever, Toffee, a fluffy pomeranian, 2 Laurent trained guards leave, following Mabelle.

Denica grins at Vega and Monique, "It is not /that/ far away."

Sebastian takes Tournament of Thorns steel thorn from a chest of thorns.

Silvio speaks softly and very flirtily at the rose vines with the Princess, and after winning a thorn of his own, he stands up and makes his way towards Monique. There's a set to his shoulders as he approaches, perhaps steeling himself for a final test of his varying skills this evening. He slides down into a seat with a winsome smile already on his face.

Evonleigh has left the a lovely arbor wreathed in greenery.

Evonleigh has joined the a small alcove with a profusion of rose vines.


Marisol does her best not to blush overly mutch but her skin has gone a little mottled after Silvio spoke with her. The thorn give over she clears her throat and nods to him after exchaning soft words. Her eyes track the Whitehawk lady as she joins her and the Princess motions for her to sit.


Evonleigh departs from Sebastian and the nefarious painting, though victorious, it seems, and moves over to Marisol's alcove, dipping into a curtsy for the priness.

Mailys checked intellect + etiquette at difficulty 30, rolling 22 higher.

Sebastian's gaze follows Evonleigh's departure with a pleased looking smile -- whether for the woman's victory or whatever was exchanged isn't clear. Just in time, it seems, to see the aftermath of Silvio's departure from Marisol's presence, unsurprised perhaps to see a touch of color faint in the Princess's cheeks, earning a twitch of lips, a slight lift of glass -- towards Silvio it seems, as he continues to drink.

Evonleigh checked charm + diplomacy at difficulty 30, rolling 92 higher. Evonleigh rolled a critical!

Merek checked charm + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 28 higher.

Mailys puts Tournament of Thorns pewter thorn in a black velvet jewelry bag.

Rysen gets Tournament of Thorns pewter thorn from a chest of thorns.

Merek has left the Magpie Exhibit.

Merek has joined the a lovely arbor wreathed in greenery.

Sina has left the Golden Bench.

Denica has left the Magpie Exhibit.

Lady Snow arrives, following Denica.

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

At Marisol's little alcove, Evonleigh is leaning in, lashes dipped, the picture of a coy seductress for the moment.

Merek checked intellect + investigation at difficulty 30, rolling 53 higher.

Merek puts Tournament of Thorns bronze thorn in a backpack, made of black leather.

Merek puts Tournament of Thorns pewter thorn in a backpack, made of black leather.


Evonleigh has had a bigger effect on Marisol as the Princess' ears have gone red to the very tips. She seems to thrust a thorn at her and then turns to look out. "NEXT!" she calls as she does not seem to have anything to say wrong about Evonleigh's words. Nope. None at all just lots of red across her neck and face.


Merek has left the a lovely arbor wreathed in greenery.

Merek has joined the Medium Steel Table.

Merek smiles then to Sebastian while he makes for the next.

Evonleigh has left the a small alcove with a profusion of rose vines.

Evonleigh has joined the Magpie Exhibit.

Marisol gets a Tournament of Thorns copper thorn from Seasilk Handbag.

Evonleigh looks around as if confused as to why Marisol looks so flustered, lifting her brows and moving to Rysen's station next, and offering him a bright smile. "Don't be my downfall. I'm on a streak," she says lightly.

Sina departs the golden bench, looking a bit embarassed with her delivery of a sermon, but after a moment, she pulls her shoulders back and glances around to see what other thorns she is missing. Eventually, she sets her sights on Rysen, and makes her way over.

Sina has joined the Magpie Exhibit.

Rysen smiles at Evonleigh. "With your acting skills and creativity, I think you'll do great, My Lady. The goal of the game is to tell a story or give a performance that makes Lygeia here," he says gesturing at his dark haired retainer, "laugh." Lygeia gives an expressionless nod to Evonleigh.

Sebastian gives a pleased look to Merek as yet another successful contender claims a steel thorn. His eyes wander the other committee members' areas, and after a moment, he leans to murmur to Briar. The woman pours a glass of the red wine, and carries it over towards Marisol, setting it down within reach with a brief curtsy.

Mailys has left the Medium Steel Table.

Mailys has joined the Silver Bench.

Bedivere has left the Medium Steel Table.

Bedivere has joined the Magpie Exhibit.

Evonleigh checked charm + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 42 higher.

Mailys drifts from one place to another, now approaching Monique and her coterie.

1 Rivenshari Clansman, Lucky, the fishing cat, Patock, A clever Youth arrive, following Athaur.

Selene has left the Silver Bench.

Renault, the fluffiest Velenosan cat, Athenais, a dreamy apprentice Whisper leave, following Selene.

Sina checked charm + performance at difficulty 30, rolling 5 lower.


Marisol looks all together thankful ands he takes the glass offered to her by Briar. A thankful look is given to the Pravus attendant before she walks away. Sipping - no more than sipping is done as the Princess drinks the wine. She wets her lips and then lowers the glass upon her leg. She sighs softly and wipes at her lips, glancing back over towards the others, Michael, Rysen, Etienne, Monique and finally Sebastian as she offers the Lycene Lord a lofted motion of her wine and an inclinatio of her head. She is not as dark as the color of her libation anymore.

"Gods and spirits!" says Rysen, roaring with laughter and almost crying at Evonleigh's impersination of him. Lygeia too is beside herself. "That was very accurate, My Lord," she says in her Northlands accent, as she tries to catch her breath. "She is most deserving."

"I agree," says Rysen, wiping away his tears. "And I don't sound like that," he says, still grinning, as he hands Evonleigh a pewter thorn. "Very well done, My Lady."

Rinel makes her way into the Aviary just as Rysen's roar of laughter initiates a raucous shrieking from the various feathered inhabitants of the Aviary. She just shakes her head and makes her way to where Alarissa and Merek are seated.

Rinel has joined the Medium Steel Table.

With a lift of his own glass, Sebastian toasts Marisol, sipping from his wine. He seems to be habitually playing with the leather-covered handle of the knife tucked into his belt, glancing towards each of the other committee members to see how they're faring -- and how their contestants are faring, as well.

The actress smiles. "Of course you don't, my lord," she says very solemnly, before widening her eyes at Lygeia over his shoulder -- that of course is also all dramatic hamming on her part. "Thank you so much." She nods to all at the table, before taking a breath and looking for Etienne. "One more challenge..." she says taking a breath and heading that way.

Evonleigh has left the Magpie Exhibit.

Evonleigh has joined the Golden Bench.

Athaur makes his return to the Aviary, the bells braided through his hair and sewn into his clothes heralding his arrival with there musical sound. He looks around for a moment, gauging how things are going.

Merek checked dexterity + etiquette at difficulty 30, rolling 4 lower.

Emilia had been here for a while, but she seems more confused as to how the seating arrangements work as time goes on. Every now and again she glances towards Alarissa, perhaps trying to draw her attention (and rescue attempt). Finally, the Templar musters the courage to approach. "May I be seated here, your Highness?" she asks of Alarissa.

Sina has left the Magpie Exhibit.

Puff, a dainty yellow-green canary arrives, delivering a message to Rysen before departing.

Evonleigh checked charm + theology at difficulty 30, rolling 47 higher. Evonleigh rolled a critical!

Monique suddenly looks sharply up at Sebastian for some reason, before looking back to her grouping.

Rinel checked intellect + etiquette at difficulty 30, rolling 19 higher.

After a time, given her terrible luck, Sina seems to be calling it quits at this point. She quietly mingles about for a while, has a cup of wine, and then she quietly slips out, her three Templars following her shortly thereafter.

Alarissa has left the Medium Steel Table.

Maxene, the steadfast ladies maid, Elegance, a Velenosian Greyhound, Pellinor, 2 Thrax Elite Guards, 3 Thrax Guards, Honey Snuggle, a Velenosian Angora cat leave, following Alarissa.

3 Templar Knight guards, Alarissa leave, following Sina.

Bedivere has left the Magpie Exhibit.

Emilia checked charm + etiquette at difficulty 30, rolling 20 lower.

Evonleigh has left the Golden Bench.

Evonleigh steps away from Etienne's table, holding the golden thorn, and glancing into her pocket to count for a moment. She shakes her head in a little bit of wonder and heads toward Monique. "This doesn't really help to teach me not to procrastinate. I seem to have gathered all the thorns."

After what Evon says, Bedi bangs his left/only fist on his tabard-clad chest! That might be the way he claps because his right hand is completely gone, the wrist ending in stumpy flesh.

Athaur is overheard praising Monique.

Athaur is overheard praising Etienne.

Athaur is overheard praising Michael.

Athaur is overheard praising Rysen.

Athaur is overheard praising Marisol.

Merek is overheard praising Rysen.

Merek is overheard praising Alarissa.

Merek is overheard praising Michael.

Merek is overheard praising Monique.

Merek is overheard praising Sebastian.

Merek is overheard praising Etienne.

Athaur is overheard praising Sebastian.

Merek is overheard praising Marisol.

Sebastian is overheard praising Athaur: Finally cracked the code!

Merek stands up then just looks at the thorns, as if he is debating just throwing them to the side while he shakes his head a bit.

Rinel stands and makes her way over to Monique, looking a little smug over... something. "Lady Greenmarch. Is it true that one may try your challenge once more?"

Maxene, the steadfast ladies maid, Elegance, a Velenosian Greyhound, Pellinor, 2 Thrax Elite Guards, 3 Thrax Guards, Honey Snuggle, a Velenosian Angora cat arrive, following Alarissa.

Vega is overheard praising Monique: For putting this all together!

Vega is overheard praising Alarissa: For volunteering time and effort!

Athaur is overheard praising Alarissa.

Vega is overheard praising Sebastian: For volunteering time and effort!

Vega is overheard praising Etienne: For volunteering time and effort!

Vega is overheard praising Marisol: For volunteering time and effort!

Vega is overheard praising Michael: For volunteering time and effort!

Vega is overheard praising Rysen: For volunteering time and effort!

Athaur leans against a bench, swiping a glass of wine from a passing server as he overlooks the continued qualifliers.

"Thank you for hosting this," Evonleigh tells Monique. "It was quite fun, this way, one person after the other... my heart is pounding. I look forward to the challenge tomorrow. Now to choose the category..." she muses.

Michael has left the a small green duck pond.

Lady Snow have been dismissed.

Maxene, the steadfast ladies maid have been dismissed.

Pellinor have been dismissed.

3 Thrax Guards have been dismissed.

Honey Snuggle, a Velenosian Angora cat have been dismissed.

Elegance, a Velenosian Greyhound have been dismissed.

2 Thrax Elite Guards have been dismissed.

Monique has left the Silver Bench.

Kit, the grey fox have been dismissed.

Primus, First of Monique's Assistants have been dismissed.

1 Greenmarch Guard have been dismissed.

Tertius, Third of Monique's Assistants have been dismissed.

Quartus, Fourth of Monique's Assistants have been dismissed.

Sebastian has left the a lovely arbor wreathed in greenery.

2 Pravus Honor Guard have been dismissed.

Merek has left the Medium Steel Table.

Mailys has left the Silver Bench.

2 Whitehawk Guards have been dismissed.

Cabbit, a nub-tailed tabby cat have been dismissed.

1 Rivenshari Clansman have been dismissed.

Lucky, the fishing cat have been dismissed.

Patock, A clever Youth have been dismissed.

Etienne has left the Golden Bench.

Dandy, the red fox have been dismissed.

1 Templar Knight guards have been dismissed.

Silvio has left the Silver Bench.

Rinel has left the Medium Steel Table.

2 Whitehawk Guards have been dismissed.

Rysen has left the Magpie Exhibit.

Lygeia, a calligrapher and alchemist have been dismissed.

Marisol has left the a small alcove with a profusion of rose vines.

Ektor have been dismissed.

Basil, Sweet Lamb of Delight and Bouncy Hops have been dismissed.

Creme Brulee, A roan Oathlands Vanner of prestigious calm have been dismissed.

Torrence, lady-in-waiting have been dismissed.

Vega has left the Silver Bench.

3 Thrax Guards have been dismissed.

Silvio is overheard praising Sebastian.

Silvio is overheard praising Monique.

Monique has joined the Silver Bench.

Silvio is overheard praising Marisol.

Silvio has joined the Silver Bench.

Sebastian has joined the a lovely arbor wreathed in greenery.

Mailys has joined the Medium Steel Table.

Etienne has joined the Golden Bench.

Vega has joined the Silver Bench.

Mailys has left the Medium Steel Table.

Mailys has joined the Silver Bench.

Silvio takes the thorn from Monique and then rises and offers her a deep nod. "I understand /completely/, my lady. An excellent and thrilling challenge. Mmm...off to the next I suppose."

Silvio has left the Silver Bench.

Silvio has joined the Golden Bench.

Merek waves to Monique, "Can we buy the reward after the tournament?"

Marisol has joined the a small alcove with a profusion of rose vines.

That defeats the purpose does it not Master Merek." Alarissa calls over. "If one could just buy it, that devalues that others have striven hard and succeeded in winning one."

"Perhaps you can make an offer to the Count Athaur, though I suspect you will only pry it from his dead, cold hands," Sebastian observes with a low laugh.

Mailys has left the Silver Bench.

Mailys has joined the Silver Bench.

Athaur shakes his head. "Oh no. Even then my spirit would return and strangle you for the attempt." He smiles, batting his eyes as he takes a drink from his wine. "I worked far to hard to earn this."

Monique looks up from her spot towards Merek. "I suppose if one of the winners wanted to sell it to you after the Tournament, that is up to them, but as Princess Alarissa says, I cannot in good conscience give one out myself. I do apologize, but I hope that you find luck in the Tournament itself tomorrow. There are still three wonderful prizes to compete for."

Mailys has left the Silver Bench.

Merek nods a bit, "Thank you," he says.

With another low laugh, Sebastian toasts Athaur and takes a generous gulp from his glass.

Bedivere says, "I better get cabbit back to the shr... the cottage."

Bedivere says, "thank you all for hosting this occassion."


Marisol continues to sit, slowly nursing her wine but something Michael does makes the Valardin grin from ear to ear. Her gaze follows him a moment as she finishes off the red provided by the Pravus lord. All alone again! She could start singing as she crosses her leg and lets her foot bob in the air.


Mailys has joined the Silver Bench.

2 Whitehawk Guards, Cabbit, a nub-tailed tabby cat leave, following Bedivere.

Michael abandons the duck pond whilst shaking an empty bag at pursuers. "Go away. I'm all out. GO AWAY!" Ducks and ducklings quack and stomp after him in dire desperate need for seeds. A quick loop around a big tree, then another to wind them all around it before he sprints and dives into the alcove beside Marisol. "SHHHHH."

Athaur lifts his head slightly, glancing towards the ducks. He takes a drink from his wine as he watches them quack about.


Marisol is obviously waiting and she makes a thoughtful sound as her gaze goes distant a moment. The sudden appearance of a wayward Bisland Lord causes her to jump and her glass tumble otu of her hands. She managse to save it and starts to scold him for his abrupt arrival when he shushes her. Her lips part and the Valardin Princess bristles a little. "Why are you shushing me, Michael Bisland?" She intones sharply, a soft hiss that can barely be heard s she glances at him - ducks and ducklings lost on her.


Mailys leans over to Vega, whispering her secret to the princess!


"They know my voice now. They think I have unlimited...seed...." Michael is trying to whisper but he is exasperated by Marisol's reaction. How does one not understand SHUSHING? He'll stop and go stock still as a small duckling comes to a halt before the alcove. Staring in. Six inches of sheer terror inducing hunger. Before its wings flutter. It stomps in place....and vacates again.

Silvio checked charm + theology at difficulty 30, rolling 7 lower.


Her eyes widen as he says 'seed' and Marisol can not help another blush that begins to spread. "Michael.."she says and then narrows her gaze at him. "Really now.." she shift uncomfortably until the lively lord goes still. The Valardin stares at him until the movement from the corner of her eye denotes something else. Slowly her head turns and she looks down at the duckling - her glare melting into something brilliantly warm and feminine. "Awwwwwww, how cute!" She declares and leans down a little to get a closer look with a spill of dark curls away from her shoulder and forward against her cheek. Her copper crown of thorns gleams and emerald's flash as she tries to touch the little thing and then grins as it stomps off. "It was adorable...but you. You and your words. You really need to learn some deocrum."

Michael berating has started again.


Michael checked charm + etiquette at difficulty 30, rolling 22 lower.

Silvio checked charm + etiquette at difficulty 30, rolling 3 higher.


"Bags of seed. I only brought /one/ and it was not enough. They are ravenous. They would eat you out of house and home. I may ban from Pridehall." Then Michael starts and his eyes narrow at Marisol. "Well, excuseeeee meeee Princess. Have you been chased by a raving horde of seed-starved mongrel ducklings and their uncaring parents? You wouldn't be so flippant if you had....oh no." The duckling returned with reinforcements, and the horder starts to crowd around the entrance to the alcove. "Save yourself, Marisol." Quack. Quack. QUACK QUACK QUACK! Like a demented team being pep-talked by Emilio Estevez, they come for Michael. Atop his legs, clambering up the two of them and making such noises.

Athaur quietly observes the Bisland lord being overrun with ducklings. Nodding his head sagely. He lifts his glass of wine and slowly shakes his head

Merek seems a bit tired, but blinks a bit as well. He then looks to Monique, "Do we have to choose only one of the paths?" he asks.

Monique looks up and nods to Merek with a smile. "Yes, you can only take one of the paths, tomorrow."


"Oh I see, your wording was poorly chosen, Lord Michael," Marisol begins, about to point out that he had plenty of time to chose other words when the ducks suddenly come back en masse and she is left staring at them before they start to waddle invade the little alcove. She pushes one off of her before she pushes herself up and side steps as he tell sher to save herself. "How do you ever find yourself in these situations?" She declares to be heard over the cacophonous sounds of ducks in need. She shakes off her skirts as they come at her as well, a few derailed from Michael to cause the Princess to furrow her brows. "Shoo...SHOO off with you," she declares at the little creatures.


Merek nods to Monique a bit as well, "Thank you," he says.

Marisol has left the a small alcove with a profusion of rose vines.

Rinel wanders over to where Sebastian is standing. "Lord Pravus. Good evening."

Mailys mutters, "... Esera came ... Setarco once, while I attended a salon. She ... her mother's fireweave, and ... saw ... death in ..."

Rinel checked wits + manipulation at difficulty 15, rolling 2 higher.

Michael checked perception + streetwise at difficulty 17, rolling 3 higher.

Rinel checked wits + manipulation at difficulty 15, rolling 24 higher.

Rinel checked intellect + manipulation at difficulty 30, rolling 6 lower.

"That reminds me, Lady Monique, I now have a whole family of cats," Merek says.

Rinel checked perception + investigation at difficulty 30, rolling 27 higher.

Silvio approaches Michael and his ducks and arches two dark brows. "So....what do we do here?"

Rinel wanders around grumpily, failing challenge after challenge. Then she goes to the painting and, after a brief moment, wordlessly points at the outstanding issue.

Straightening, with glass in hand, Sebastian regards Rinel with interest. "Messere. Would you like to attempt my challenge?" He gestures to the painting -- not especially helpful as clues go, but that's why it requires a certain bent of investigator to determine the answer.


Michael is resisting, trying to. His forearm sweeps back and forth against the oncoming swarm of quackers and cheese. "Thats right, Marisol. Get free. I will defend myself..." Michael pushes himself up again, ducklings and feathers falling from him like snow being shook from a bear. They want him, not Marisol. He jumps up onto the bench and ducks settle around it. In wait. Defending by running!

"Oh? You prank me. Or have pranked me. Have you pranked me, my Lord?"

Monique grins over at Merek. "Oh, my. That sounds like a very furry party."

"That species of tree doesn't produce thorns," Rinel says, grumpily. "Whoever painted the one outside the Aviary made a mistake." She's obviously in a bad mood. "Oh," she says, a few moments later. She makes a grumbling sound that seems to involve the words "walking" and "useless leg."

Rinel moves over to Monique. "Lady Greenmarch. Who is your secret-wisperer?"

Athaur rises to his feet and offers a bow. "I think I shall make my way home again. Lady Monique, thank you so much for this."

"I am the lie-keeper, Mistress Tern," Vega offers with a welcoming smile towards Rinel.

Monique waves happily to Athaur. "Thank you for coming, Count Rivenshari. We shall see you on the morrow." She gestures to Vega as the beautiful princess answers. "If you whisper your lie to Princess Vega, we can proceed!"

Mailys puts Tournament of Thorns silver thorn in a black velvet jewelry bag.

Monique gets Tournament of Thorns gold thorn, a Tournament of Thorns copper thorn, Tournament of Thorns steel thorn, Tournament of Thorns silver thorn, Tournament of Thorns pewter thorn and Tournament of Thorns bronze thorn from a black velvet jewelry bag.

Mailys grins brightly at the silver benches, offering a black velvet bag to Monique! She's clearly quite pleased with herself, too.

Vega listens carefully, then gives a small nod to Rinel before carefully arranging her features into a neutral mask while the statements are given.

Rinel clumps over to Vega, whispers something, and clomps back. She looks huffy. "My favourite dish is buttered snails. The most satisfying injury for me to treat is gangrene. My favourite colour is black," she says shortly.

Silvio lifts a hand. "Oh...I have not. Had I more time though, I am certain I could manage. I will very much enjoy watching the competition tomorrow though, and it has been a thrilling evening."

Monique watches Rinel very carefully as she speaks her statements, looking for the telltales of a lie. "Do you know, Mistress Rinel? I honestly don't think your favorite color is black."

"I'm sure if you manage something between now and then, you'll have earned my thorn." Michael toes an enterprising duck off the edge of the bench. "Whats the cut off, Lady Monique?!"

Mailys rises from Monique's group. "I should get going, sadly. I hope I'll see you all soon!"

Rinel smiles very, very smugly, in spite of herself. "When I was young, I would go exploring in the woods for days on end. And every night I would look on the darkness of the sky and all the beautiful stars the Gods had put there, and I would sleep more peacefully than in any feathered bed." She looks to Vega for confirmation.

Etienne has left the Golden Bench.

Vega gives a small nod towards Rinel before turning to look to Monique with a small smile of apology on her lips. "The lie was that she enjoys snails." Looking back to Rinel, she offers, "My congratulations to you, Mistress Tern."

Monique gets Tournament of Thorns silver thorn from a chest of thorns.

"Now I am going to prank you at some random time in the next month, just for the fun of it, and you will have no idea when that is coming." Silvio says amiably. "I must be off, but...I shall come to cheer at the tournament tomorrow. I am certain it will be quite the thrill." He wiggles his fingers in a farewell to all.

Monique produces a silver thorn on her palm and extends it out to Rinel with a smile that looks entirely too happy. "My congratulations, Mistress Rinel, for obtaining the very last qualifying thorn that will be given out for the Tournament of Thorns."