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Southport Bowl: A Grand Melee of Lycene Tastes (Legendary Level)


In aid for charitable causes across the Compact at this time of need. The Lord Martino Malvici and Marquessa Dominique Wyrmguard have arranged two melees to take place in Arx for prowess, the fine art of the blade and for the daring tastes of the city.

These contests will be fought in the barest of clothing for men and women to truly show off excellence in the ring. Think braies and cloth vest rather than full plate metal. Crafted from leathers found typically in the city. (OOC: High Quality Pelt Maximum. Top & Pants only.) The weapons used are to be wooden swords or blunted weapons made from common materials. (OOC: High Quality Steel Maximum. Hairpin, Small, Medium or a Huge Wpn can be used).

The Senior Melee and the Legendary Melee will be arranged to cater for different caliber of fighters. Please inform the servant displaying this notice of your ranking:

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Entrance Fee: 50 Writs
Spectate Fee: 25 Writs

Please send your writs to either Marquessa Dominique or Lord Martino for collection.

Sponsored by House Malvici and House Wrymguard. Questions and queries to be directed to Lord Martino Malvici.

Date

March 28, 2020, 7 p.m.

Hosted By

Martino Dominique

Participants

Sydney Caelis Kritr Thea Drake Fecundo Colette Ras Orelia Alessia Rowenova Merek Waldemai Domonico Lucrezia Felicia Scarlett Aksel Theophania Silvio Beatrice

Organizations

Malvici Wyrmguard

Location

Arx - Ward of the Lyceum - Southport Training Center - Training Ring

Largesse Level

Extravagant

Comments and Log


Axelle, a personal valet have been dismissed.

It's a blast from the... actually, fairly recent past. Sydney's gone through a lot of leather over the past year. Her armor is clearly intended for mobility. Unlike the previous event, Sydney's hair is bound so as not to be a long and trailing mane - it's... a long and trailing pony tail, which is only marginally better. Auburn hair spills down near to her waist. She makes her way toward the high pitched tent that has been erected, looking positively at ease with her current state of dress. It's almost like she's done this before. And in a way that's /practical/, perish the thought!

Rolling her eyes, Caelis opens her wine. "It's nice to see you as well, Cousin." She remarks and looks toward the warrior's tent. "Quite the turn out thus far. I look forward to seeing how the warriors fair today."

Kritr has joined the a row of benches on the right side of the ring.

Kritr has settled into a front row seat to wat the festivities.

Thea comes into the training ring looking like, well--like she doesn't want to be here. But she's here, because well, she is. She smiles a moment, making her way over to the tent of warriors. Thea is dressed in a pair of freaking shorts with her ass hanging out. Why not? It's cold--it'll be like training day she guesses. Her body is riddled in bruises and scrapes from well--a previous trip.

Sydney has joined the a high pitched tent for warriors.

Drake arrives at the arena as the event gets ready to commence. In the spirit of the event, he's wearing leathers as instructed... having had crafted, for this bout, a leather top that covers a minimal amount. It leaves his shoulders covered, but the rest of his chest and abdomen entirely bare. He has of course put a bit of iol on the barest parts of him, as he knows he's going to be facing some difficult grapplers in this arena. Truly. Not just because it looks great and he's a huge show-off.

A wry laugh brushed upon Martino's lips as Caelis' eyes rolled to him, "Deference to you always, my good cousin." As more joined, Martino's chin lifted slightly to gesture fighters to the left, spectators to the right, "Please... yes. This is the legendary today, so you shall truly see something quite special. Not that yesterday was not with our fine winner."

Sunny, an Ostrian Kitten arrives, following Orelia.

Nallah, a buff-looking tortie cat with green eyes, Sirra, a very quiet maid, an indeterminate number of cats, 3 House Mazetti Guardians, Orelia arrive, following Alessia.

Felicia wields frozen washes of the tempest seas handsome oathlands blade.

Fecundo arrives just in time...this time with shoes and looking a lot better than he has any right to after the beating he took the night before. He hands over his writs and looks to see who it is that is actually on the field of battle.

Remy, The Artsall Swamp Hound Pup have been dismissed.

Colette pulls her hair up in to a bun as she walks out to the ring. She turns abit and grins at Sydney, "Does this count in our best of five?" She asks.

Sipping her wine, Caelis chuckles to Martino and gives him a lift of her shoulder. Leaning her elbows on her knees, she keeps a loose hold on her wine bottle. "I rather enjoyed grand melee's in my day, Martino. Will you be joining in the fray as well?"

Ras finishes getting ready in the tent, and emerges to the ring, dressed lighter than usual. He offers a nod back behind him as he goes.

Theophania has joined the a row of benches on the right side of the ring.

Rowenova has left the a high pitched tent for warriors.

Rowenova has joined the a clear training ring marked out with snow.

Colette has left the a high pitched tent for warriors.

Colette has joined the a clear training ring marked out with snow.

Ras has left the a high pitched tent for warriors.

Ras has joined the a clear training ring marked out with snow.

Drake has left the a high pitched tent for warriors.

Drake has joined the a clear training ring marked out with snow.

Fecundo has joined the a row of benches on the south side of the ring.

Felicia has left the a high pitched tent for warriors.

Felicia has joined the a clear training ring marked out with snow.

3 Black Fleet Reavers arrives, following Lucrezia.

Orelia follows Alessia in and looks for a place to sit. She move a little stiffly from the previous day's melee, so today she is just going to watch.

Sydney offers a simple shrug of her shoulders to Colette, shaking her head, "...That all depends on whether or not you or I goes down first, really." She makes for the ring, tossing her hair easily behind her shoulder.

Sydney has left the a high pitched tent for warriors.

Sydney has joined the a clear training ring marked out with snow.

Scarlett has joined the a row of benches on the right side of the ring.

Accompanied by Orelia, Alessia makes her way to the training ring, almost hurried in her movements, though given the weather it's no surprise. She gestures a row of benches on the right side of the ring.

Alessia has joined the a row of benches on the right side of the ring.

Welcoming in a few more, the Lord Martino Malvici was by the entrance before making his way to the tent to check on those entering. Making sure they were aware of the various rules for the fight, "So... yes. Yes... you can throw snow." Martino's voice carried to /someone/ in particular who was quite vocal on that. Before stepping back from the tend, "Please... do join and enter into the ring when you are ready."

Martino crossed the snow further and lifted his chin slightly to make his voice call across more, "Thank you everyone for coming along to see the Legendary Tier of the Southport Melee sponsored by House Malvici and House Wyrmguard. We have today some of the utterly finest fighters in to show their wares. In naught but basic leathers. The winner of today will split the prize pot of writs to give forth to their choice of charity. Any in the Compact that they do-so wish." Martino walked in slightly further and stood on the edge of the ring, gesturing to the contestants to enter in.

Not far after Ras is an unfamiliar sight unless people have seen her try to fight before: Nova without her wolf pelt on. She currently sports what are a grand total of 21.5 pairs of variously-aged ribbons colorfully securing her platinum hair. Her intense eyes of cobalt blue are thickly rimmed within her homeade kohl. She currently sports a leather doublet which is double breasted with seraphinite buttons whilst also wearing her leather skirt of many pockets with metal plates attached over said pockets, too. She scansn around the training center with a little grin to her.

Merek makes his way into the place, and gives the writs to be given for his fee to watch, while he finds a place to settle in as well.

Lucrezia has joined the a row of benches on the south side of the ring.

Domonico has left the a high pitched tent for warriors.

Domonico has joined the a clear training ring marked out with snow.

Waldemai dips his horn into the bucket of ale and has a good drink to mark the start of festivities.

Orelia has joined the a row of benches on the right side of the ring.

Thea has left the a high pitched tent for warriors.

Thea has joined the a clear training ring marked out with snow.

Domonico strides out into the ring, his fiery red fireweave cloak trailing behind him as he moves. He stops and slowly turns around to consider the other combatants and the audience before he reaches up to his where is cloak is fastened. With a small flourish he releases the clasp and lets the cloak flutter down, revealing his well muscled bare torso. Indeed it has been commented in the past that physicians may be able to use Domonico to demonstrate and identify muscle groups. The Malvici Admiral raises his prayer beads to his lips and whispers something before kissing them. That dealt withhe then draws his xiphos and twirls it once, ready.

Merek has joined the a row of benches on the left side of the ring.

Domonico wields Wavecutter, a high quality steel Xiphos.

Thea wields a blunted steel rapier.

Sydney takes a long breath and lets it out slow, her breath misting in the winter air. The lazily falling flakes of snow are far more agreeable than the deluge that was the previous event. Propping a hand neatly against her hip, she regards those in the ring with her, sizing up the competition before frowning grumpily at the way several of the other combatants are dressed. Except Thea. No complaints about Thea. In fact, her attention lingers on Thea. "...Well. That's bold."

Lucrezia looks testy as a cornered viper as she stalks into the center and finds herself a place to sit.

Colette makes her way in to the ring. she finds a spot. She stretches, standing on her tip toes and raising both hands above her before crouching down a bit in her stance. She points at Sydney, "Payback for last time."

From his seat, Fecundo calls out toward Domonico as he comes out of the tent, "Your turn to steal the show, cousin. You kept me out of this round, so you better show what you got. Hell of a show to live up to after last night!" He's smiling the whole time, though his assistant looks apparenly a little appalled at his behavior, even after the prince retakes his seat.


There are a lot of tough customers here in the ring, and Drake isn't entirely sure who he'll take on first. With a grand melee, there's a few elements of unexpected strategy... picking on what seems like a weaker target will eliminate said target, but can ALSO earn one the ire of the crowd, which can in turn lead to gang-ups and other eliminations...

Drake tries to rely on the fact that he's well liked by many in the crowd, waving a bit to the stands, and giving a bow deep enough that it's clear to be seen from the cheap seats. He's in a gladiator's top, the kind that covers very little of his body, leaving most of his torso bare and oiled for the bout. He has a spear with him, also using a reach weapon for this matchup. His eyes look away from the crowd and drift toward some of the competition. It's hard not to look at lovely ladies who are slightly underclothed... oh, certainly, he's just seriously looking at them to see how hard the matchup will be. Obviously.


Drake wields Steel Spear.

Sydney offers a light snort at Colette, squaring her shoulders. "...Well, then. If that's how you'd like to play it, Little Laurent."

Ras moves into the ring, showing Sydney a sly wink. He produces a steel knife from the back of his pants, but holds it low, glancing around the other combatants without adopting a fighting posture yet.

Felicia's definitely dressed on the conservative side for a Lycene event. No bare chest or wetly gleaming oiled skin for her. Still, it's definitely something practically painted on for the redheaded Harrow... red hair left flowing free with neither her hairpins or her circlet to keep it in place. Her pale feet bare on the frozen ground where she takes up her spot and takes the opportunity to get in a few test swings with her blunted sword.

Orelia whistles loudly when she sees Drake.

Aksel wields shadowed sapphire mountains of Stonedeep greataxe.

Looking over the warriors, Caelis takes a drink of wine before calling out "Do Southport proud Malvicis!" The dragon armor clad woman grins broadly for her relatives in the ring. Leaning over she murmurs to Martino and offers him the wine.

Aksel has joined the a clear training ring marked out with snow.

Scarlett settles in, having dressed probably over-glamorously for the occasion, in the right-hand benches. She calls out, "Hurrah!" as the warriors are assembled, clapping cloth-gloved hands together.

Thea steps into the ring from the tent, looking at the other combatants. The youngest Malvici is dressed in well--practically nothing at all. Enough to cover the bits and pieces that need covered. Her body is riddled in bruises, scrapes, and burns. She looks into the crowd, her gold-flecked green eyes tired. She exhales and just readies herself, her face a mask now.


The oil might have, in fact, been Orelia's idea. In acknowledgement of her cheer, Drake blows her a kiss. He does big gestures when he's playing to the crowd.


Sydney is overheard praising Thea: She's fighting in panties! PANTIES!

Ras wields a simple knife with leather wrap handle.

Kritr collects enough snow to pack into a snowball. He eyes Sydney from the sidelines.

Orelia makes a motion to catch the blown kiss from her fellow Campion.

"Is that snow?" Scarlett asks astutely, glancing from her seat towards where Kritr is preparing his masterstroke. It is not clear who she is asking.

Domonico looks to Thea and smiles once, "Very Lycene indeed. Martino's idea?"

The fires that provided the light to the ring suddenly extinguish themselves. Snuffed out by people in hoods the suddenness of it all causing the gathering crowd to fall silent for anxious moments. There is nothing but darkness in the arena proper even if the torches near the back serve to cast some light. Just not enough to shed what is going on.

Suddenly the torches are relit, peoples eyes accustomed to the darkness suddenly shrieking back to cover with hands or arms. At the same time a fire around the arena proper is lit, causing the ring itself to be circled with a light. In the center kneels someone there hands resting upon their knees. The hood of the dark cloak is drawn over their head and it is long enough to cover their back. A large great axe is laid out before them, his blade gleaming in the fire light.

As the ring of fire starts to die down the form slowly digs into the sands of the arena and draws up some of the dirt and wipes their face with it. Slowly they rise to their feet. With a flurry of motion, the cloak is cast off it billowing outwards to flutter towards the ground. Simultaneously the man, for it certainly is a man, kicks up the large axe, causing it to twirl and spin in the air. It completes two rotations before it's snatched out of the air the shaft of the axe, pointing face down.

The man wears just a simple black pair of leather pants. They mold to his legs like a second skin and even with the initial flurry of movements it's easy to tell they have been tailored to fit snugly and to allow maximum movement. His broad chest is on display, the dying ring of fire casting shadows over him and the intricate designs of white paint done in Northerner tradition. They cover his face and the whole of his chest and the way they dip low towards the pants, there is little doubt the paint stretches lower.

"Aksel Nygard," the man roars out as he turns and faces the benches, bringing the large axe close to his body. Announcement made, he rests the axe upon his shoulders and waits.

Before things get started, Fecundo stands up one more time, "Domonico...you do know my silver and writs are on Thea, right?" He offers the youngest Malvici a whistle, then sits back down with a relaxed grin, ready to watch the event.

There is a face to the side from Martino as he drew his forehead in upon hearing Caelis' words, "... but... every third word is now a curse." There follows a slight laugh as he accepts the wine poured into his goblet while standing by the edge of the ring to preside. Martino... preside over combat.

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

When Aksel shows up, Nova grins broadly. "Sword of Stonedeep!" She roars out to further title her fellow commoner, too.

Waldemai cheers for Lord Domonico. "Malvici forever!" he shouts, holding up his horn of ale. Oh, right, ale. Sluuuuurp.

Kritr throws his snowball high into the air that it arcs into the ring, not at anyone, just toward the center. "FIIIIIIGHT!" He yells excitedly.

Well! That certainly is a spectacle. Theophania begins to understand what the fuss is about when she sees *that*. She cheers, though the cheering *she* does is fairly restrained.

Kritr's toss of a snowball catches her eye. "Is -- is that something we're supposed to do?" she asks, tentatively.

Laughing, Caelis takes her wine back and slaps her knee lightly. "It is not. But she does more than she doesn't-aye." She agrees before noticing Waldemai from his shout. "Oh hi Waldemai!" She calls and gives the man a quick wink.

Waldemai raises a horn to Princess Caelis. "Been a long time since we had some good fights!" But this is a good one. It could use up the whole bucket of ale.

When the fight breaks out, Rowenova quickly speaks to Ras who seems to be the target of Domonico. Those three spring into a fight, the Wolf Scout trying to flank behind the man with the spear, but he does a good job of warding her off until she finally gets a few hits in.

Waldemai quaffs as though someone might take his bucket away when the fight is over. Glug glug glug.

Colette cracks her neck and grins her wicked grin, and as soon as the signal is given she rushes at Sydney. The little Laurent, in no armor quickly feints and goes low on the other woman, trying to knock her legs out from underneath her with a sweep of her leg. Although her fellow pugilist doesn't seem to bite on the feint.

Fecundo lifts a hand to wave to Silvio when he sees him enter.

Brenlin, an overworked aide arrives, delivering a message to Fecundo before departing.

There's apparently something of a grudge working itself out between two of the barehanded brawlers in the match - Sydney and Colette immediately square off as though they've done this before. Probably because they /have/. It's a flurry of strikes that's almost too quick to keep track of as the two agile fighters throw strikes at one another, a fist turned to the side here, a nimble dodge there.

For Sydney's part, she raises up to her full height rather than hunching low. It presents a slightly larger target, but it also allows her to exploit the reach that those long arms and legs afford her over the woman. Despite plenty of glancing strikes and narrow misses, Sydney becomes the first to strike a blow against the young Laurent, slipping past the woman's defenses and striking her with a slap across the face that stings in the winter chill.

"Still feeling confident, Little Laurent?"

Stepping away from the edge, Martino sat himself beside Princess Caelis before leaning to murmur hushed with her, "You might need to aid her though on that. She even has had to ask - Thea - for help in finding one." He leaned to murmur lower before wiggling his fingertips across to Waldemai sat afar.

Like the whirlwinds of the North, when the call to fight comes, Aksel is a blur of movement. His greataxe coming to bear as he charges after Drake first. His swipe is quick but easily parried by Drake's spear. Skidding past the man, he pivots and strikes out, headless of the blow that is landed by that pointy spear. Around and round the two circle, Aksel taking more shots at first. But finally he has found the measure of the man and starts to press the attack. His axe a whirlwind his face calm and focused as ever.

Suddenly set upon by both Ras and Rowenova, the Malvici Admiral is swiftly on the defensive, backing off from their attacks, swaying out of the way when strikes coming in and delivering some punishing smacks with the flat of his blade to Ras whenever Domonico sees an opening to take advantage of. Other than a hiss of pain when Ras and Rowenova catch him with their weapons, Domonico is silent, concentrating on his form and footwork.


As much as Drake would rather hold back and fight defensively until the targets are whittled down, that's sure to draw attention of a bad kind in and of itself. So he's got to join into the bout. But it is clearly a target rich environment here. One person did get his attention right away, of course... the one with the pyrotechnic display.

Drake actually appreciates Aksel a lot in that moment. "A showman after my own heart," he says, facing the man down. Drake calculates, however, that his use of a spear may give him a slight reach advantage. He circles a bit before going in to strike. He's fighting in a bit of a guarded manner, looking for clear openings before he makes his move. It seems to pay off for him early on, as he gets in a tag with the blunted spear, giving a good jab past Aksel's ax work. But he takes a bit of a hit in return as well.


Silvio has joined the a row of benches on the left side of the ring.

Ras steps away from Sydney at the beginning of the match, leaving the brawler to face off with Colette. He gazes across the ring to Domonico and charges abruptly, lifting his knife in a diagonal slash across the man's chest. Although he draws a bruising line, the flat-bladed counter has him stagger back with a grunt and he hunches over to one side. Even though the determination in his eyes shows that he plans to continue fighting, there's a grateful look at Rowenova when she moves in front of him. Apparently he has no perspective of personal honor in the case of a melee tourney.

When the signal is given, Felicia seems prepared to wait, standing poised on the balls of her feet as she watches the field start to move with a gleeful expression. Perhaps its a sign of respect, that the Harrow chooses not to go after any of the brawlers, but when she spots Thea and her rapier a salute is given. And a critical eye. A 'oh gods where is safe to actually hit her' kind of assessment. And so begins a dance. A not planned or coordinated waltz of strikes, none of which manage to land anywhere on Thea... but from the laugh Felicia gives she's not disappointed in the slightest.

Metzger, a great grey shrike, Jok, the muscley muscle knight, Maximus, the drooly Highhill Mastiff arrive, following Dominique.

Revell has left the a row of benches on the right side of the ring.

Wonder, the Kitten have been dismissed.

"For the love of--"Thea is all over the place, a flash of movement as she closely watches Felicia. They both seem to be dancing, at this point, neither hitting eachother, but both quick.


Dominique was totally here the entire time. She was just capture in other things as RL was being a butt. But now that she is here officially, she glances about, looking into the melee as she cheers and hoots and hollars for the combatants.

Fecundo shouts at the ring, "Keep moving Thea. Looking great."

Silvio has left the a row of benches on the left side of the ring.

Silvio sits down in one location, then seems to get annoyed and glides towards another one.

Silvio has joined the a row of benches on the south side of the ring.


Oh, there's definite interest in the fight of Aksel and Drake. Dominique winces, nosewrinkles and is at the edge of her seat as she watches the Sword of Stonedeep go back and forth with her younger cousin, though she does remember to look out at the others every now and then.

Domonico checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 20, rolling 36 higher.

Domonico remains capable of fighting.

Colette looks up from the slap she receives and grins. "Of course Madame Sydney... If I was not confident I might as well leave the ring now." And with that she rushes back at sydney, the two pugilists throwing strikes and kicks, and more often than not, quite prepared for the others blows, dodging blocking and countering when appropriate.

Watching the fight, Caelis claps a moment. "Keep those feet under you, Sailor!" She yells to Domonico before mumuring a reply to Martion.

In a flurry of movement, Thea can be seen ducking and from Felicia's blade. Her own blade can be seen making it's target. She is quick on her feet, but DAMN her feet are cold. Felicia however, she too has managed to get some nice hits of her own, making the Malvici wince a touch. "Very nice,"a brief smile there.

Growling lowly, Rowenova does jump into the fray before Ras and takes off the heat from Domonico, doing so with decisive punches whilst trying not to be xiphosed up. However, a brawler can only do so much versus a longer weapon beyond arm's reach (pun intended). Thankfully, she has Ras to help her here, and there is one point when she slides away from getting cut and sweeps out Domonico's feet from under him. He goes down but he is not yet defeated, apparently cutting her leg from below with some success.

Drake is keeping his eyes on his flank. He's worked alongside Rowenova before but this is quite a different situation. It looks as if she and Ras have a pact of sorts. Another challenge of a grand melee is watching one's own opponent in the moment, while keeping abreast of situations on the field... (did his brain just really supply the phrase 'abreast?' Thea's outfit is very distracting).

Drake gets a solid tag for his too-wandering eyes. It was honestly just battlefield examination!

He's got to focus up a little more. He goes back to fighting on the defensive, looking dead at Aksel again as he tries to avoid the ax. His footwork is a bit faster, but he's losing track of his openings in this brawl. He jumps in for a jab with the spear. It misses. "If I were more of a bad guy you know, I'd pick on the people losing, but... I so hate to lose the crowd."

Domonico is pressed hard by the teamwork of Rowenova and Ras and he grudgingly nods once after a pretty savage series of attacks leave him staggering back to his feet. "Excellent teamwork..." he concedes before narrowing his eyes, readying himself.

Ras darts in around Rowenova, slamming the blunt side of his knife towards the man at every opportunity. He's granted a reprieve from that xiphos by the intervention of the fist-fighting Rowenova, but as she suffers a particularly hard blow, he knits his brow in vague concern.

Sydney bares her teeth as she tries to stay focused enough to keep Colette's attacks off of her as fights play out all around her. The chaos initially makes it difficult to concentrate, but it's clear by the way Sydney's adjusting that she's able to keep an eye on her periphery as well as manage to lash out at Colette where appropriate another backhand to Colette's face has the Laurent turning the other cheek, and Sydney makes good on her promise, of finally. FINALLY.

/FINALLY/

Having someone use the snow in the ring to their advantage. She kicks up a blinding, irritating cloud of it at Colette and goads, "You do look /so/ good in white." Sure, she used that line last night, but she's fond of it.

Felicia's definitely caught by surprise by the first blow that sneaks through her defenses, given the expression that crosses her face... somewhere between concern and alarm. And it smarts, definitely. There's a huff of a laugh for Thea's complement and a moment taken to dip her head and spread her hands just briefly... which might have gotten her skewered if they'd been using sharpened weapons. As it is she has to get back to trading blows very hastily, offering back,"I was just thinking the same! That one smarted."

There is no response to Drake as Aksel continues to press his attack. The white paint of his body starting to glisten on his chest and smear a bit with the phyisical exertion of the battle. Lean corded muscles flex with each timed movement as he starts to hit his stride. Faster and faster he becomes the more focused on his opponent he is, the blade on his ax making a hising sound as it slices through the air. "Focus on the first task, then everything else becomes open," he finally says to the man even though the warrior of the north continues to side step or outright block Drake's advances.

Domonico checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 30, rolling 46 higher.

Domonico remains capable of fighting.

Domonico checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 50, rolling 12 higher.

Domonico remains capable of fighting.

Domonico checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 60, rolling 3 higher.

Domonico remains capable of fighting.

Domonico checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 75, rolling 0 higher.

Domonico remains capable of fighting.

Beatrice has joined the a row of benches on the right side of the ring.

Waldemai cheers Domonico, who is staying on his feet despite the treacherous ganging up going on. "Malvici forever!" he shouts. "At least until the next round." Round. Oh yeah, that reminds him. Sluuuurp.

Domonico checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 79, rolling 8 higher.

Domonico remains capable of fighting.

Tucked into furs and leathers (and, less helpfully, silk), Beatrice weaves through the spectators to find a place to sit and offers a chilly smile to those nearest her.

Caelis nudges Martino lightly and nods to Waldemai. "I do believe he's out drinking us."

Domonico checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 106, rolling 33 lower.

Domonico checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 65, rolling 24 higher.

Domonico remains alive, but close to death.

Domonico is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

Drake checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 19, rolling 40 higher.

Drake remains capable of fighting.

Thea checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 2, rolling 57 higher.

Thea remains capable of fighting.

Thea checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 32, rolling 36 higher.

Thea remains capable of fighting.

Thea checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 45, rolling 1 lower.

Thea checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 16, rolling 24 higher.

Thea remains alive, but close to death.

Thea is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

Laughing hushed across to Caelis, Martino's goblet lifted up to his lips as he washed down a fine mouthful of it. "Mmm Messere Waldemai is. Well, well. Forged in fire he is."


A good point, well said. Drake's eyes go up front again, and he looks Aksel eye to eye. He hold his spear out to block, and keeps paying attention, even when the fight starts to turn bad for him...

A big, big cleave chops past his attempt at defense. It strikes him hard in the shoulder, making him buckle a bit at the knee. It's rather brutal... and he tries to listen for the crowd reaction, which is his obvious weakness.

Still, he gets back to his feet. He gets one attack slipped by, but it wasn't as good as he was hit. A little grunt as he tries to focus. At least he won't be the first to fall here.

Breaking off from her whispers, Caelis looks a little disappointed to see her cousins K.O'd. Clicking her tongue, the former Malvici drinks deep from her wine and scans the fighters deciding who she ought to cheer for next.

Thea has been trying to go and help Domonico, like a good sister would, but holy shit! No! She swings her blade and she has two on her! She dodges some and not others! Her feet are swift but not swift enough, she is getting TIRED! Not that she'll show it. Her eyes remain stubborn however as she continues to push.

Orelia whistles and cheers as Drake finds his feet again.


Sexy fitan tiems! It's such a spectacle. Her eyes widen as she hoots and hollars as things get intense amongst the combatants. It definitely gets the blood flowing, along with other potential body fluids... or something like that.

DOminique glances about as she spies Martino. Heading towards the Malvici Lord, she curtsies and takes a seat not too far away. "Lord Martino...hope you've recovered from yesterday?" she asks curiously before she curtsies to the others present before glancing out. It's then that she cheers for Drake as he gets back up!

Waldemai holds up his horn toward Martino. "Forged and fire and quenched in ale," he calls.

Back at it, Aksel works. Never slowing in his attack once he senses the advantage. His green gold flecked eyes flickering in the fire light. It seems he is three moves ahead at least. Even when he doesn't land a strike, he's either allowing the axe to swing wide, or impressively he stops it mid motion, the muscles in his chest straining to halt the swing before launching a new round of attacks, his focus razor like, even as he attacks with the fury of a Northerner Whirlwind. The strike by Drake seems to go unnoticed.

"Mmm... well Princess Caelis, my fine cousin, next time we host one. You shall still be there on this round won't you?" Martino applauded after speak to Caelis for those fighting and still fighting. His eyes watching Domonico and Thea with the fleeting glimpse to Sydney's trained form, "I'm actually scared of that one." With Dominique's arrival, Martino's eyes creased as he welcomed her, "Oh just. I bathed for a while. Please, sit. Meet my fine cousin here Princess Caelis."

Dominique has joined the a clear training ring marked out with snow.

Felicia stops when Thea moves off after another target. At least for a few rounds. The Harrow scanning the field but choosing to remain uninvolved. When it seems that others are becoming targets of multiples, she endeavours to lure Thea's attention back with a few feints. Flashing a smile when it works, but when it causes her opponent to wind up taking blows from multiple quarters the redheaded knight looks downright appalled, moving to place herself between Thea and the rest of the field to insure that her opponent can be taken away safely.

Dominique has left the a clear training ring marked out with snow.

Dominique has joined the a row of benches on the left side of the ring.

Fecundo stands when Domonico and then Thea fall so very close to one another, looking a bit disappointed, but does applaud the effort, though not clear whether Domonico's or Thea's, given his slight razzing of the former.


"A pleasure, Princess Caelis." There's a bit of a curtsy before she finally takes her seat. Dominique eases on down and glances out towards the ring, her eyes widening as she focuses her gaze on two in particular. Pursing her lips, she nosewrinkles and then yells out, "Find an opening! Every fighter has a distinct pattern and rhythm! Figure that out and you can read their movements easier!"

Domonico has been taking a battering from the Rowenova and Ras team up, trying to keep them at bay with his xiphos. They wore him down however before he gets a bit of distance for a moment, still not out of breath but noticably hurting. He nods once in acknowledgement of them before the three come together again as the pair tackle the powerful Malvici Admiral. Both of them hanging onto each of his arms, Domonico manages to stay standing, even after one, two, three and more punches and blows from his assailant. Still he stands, before their combined strength forces the Malvici down and slams into the snow where he lays... utterly spent.,

As Domonico begins to flag, Ras steps up his assault, growing bolder. He notes Thea's defense of the Malvici admiral, and after tackling him to the ground hard, he hops up and turns on the man's sister alongside Rowenova. He leaps in a vicious charge that ends with the hilt of his knife thudding into the side of the lady's skull.

Several rounds pass absolutely uselessly for the pair of evenly matched pugilists. As it turns out, bare hands are difficult to slip past armor. They both land a few solid hits on one another, but none that either of them seems to feel. Sydney's teeth are bared in what looks like nothing short of elation, the snow melting nearly as quickly as is flutters down to land upon her.

Being this deep into the thick of things clearly seems to spark a fire in the fierce green eyes of the pugilist, and she breaks momentarily away from Colette in order to spit to the side, "...gods, we're infuriatingly even. As ever."

"A pleasure." Caelis nods in return to Dominique. Looking to the downed fighters, she sighs softly. "I see Auntie isn't here. Do I need to go get some bandages for our poor lambs?" She asks Martino and lofts her brows.

Colette grunts as she tries to clear the snow from her eyes, and does her best to fend off Sydney at the same time. She decides to create some space so she goes for the straight sparta kick to Sydney's sternum, but her wicked shadow version of herself is ready and catches her foot. Rather than letting herself get thrown down she flips backwards out of the hold and lands on her feet. Then. That high pitched feral shriek erupts out of Colette as she charges back at Sydney, seeming to ignore the combat around her for now.

Rowenova checked command + leadership at difficulty 15, rolling 31 higher.

Wolf Scout and Lowers Brawler work together until Domonico and Thea are down, getting help from Felicia attacking Thea, which bands together more commoners versus nobles during the Grand Melee! After the siblings go down, there is the briefest point toward Aksel, "Help him!" And it is not long before Wolf Scout slides up behind the Wyrmguard Lord: clear intent to focus on Drake who is up for the next attack. "Greetings!" says she as if meeting somewhere full of cheer with tea but with slight apology in her voice, since she does like him, much like the crowd does. Is it any coincidence that these people are common and that a noble duo have already fallen?

Scarlett clasps her hand into a little gloved fist. "Those brawlers... straight blows are useless, can't they see, Theophania?!" she declaims, intensely drawn into the melee's ebb and flow.

Laughing for a moment hushed in his chest while sat beside Caelis, Martino's eyebrows lifted up before nodding to her, "Mmm perhaps so. As much as I adore the idea of them becoming snow folk. It may be a touch cruel."

Sydney checked composure at difficulty 10, rolling 5 higher.

Drake checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 31, rolling 4 lower.

Drake checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 5, rolling 72 higher.

Drake remains alive, but close to death.

Drake is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

Thea eventually makes her over to the benches, sore and bruised. Regardless of her place, it was still a good fight. Taking a cloak she found, she sets it down first, as not to get her ass cold. New bruises with the old. She's adorable! HA! Seeing Martino and her cousins Caelis and Fecundo, she smiles a bit and sits,"Hello."

Lucrezia shouts at the ring when Drake falls, "What was that?!"

Downing her wine, Caelis sighs. "I'll send Rohm for some Mercies. Last time I played doctor it was to work in some poisons." She teases Martino. "But Dom looks like he could handle a casual poisoning. Not...now, but you know, later."

Fecundo waves to Thea, "Knew you'd outlast your brother..and thanks for helping out Miranda." He looks to Dom and offers a grin and a wink before looking back to his company on the bench, and interested look at Lucrezia's outburst.

"Oohhh and they'll enjoy the soak in the Southern Gardens I have built just the other side of the wall there." Martino's right hand waved off to the side towards Malvici Hall as he generally advertised a mass bathing afterwards.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 34, rolling 56 higher.

Rowenova remains capable of fighting.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 38, rolling 41 higher.

Rowenova remains capable of fighting.

Theophania, *really* drawn into the fight, finally remembers to look back up again. "Is that what's happening?" she asks, blinking. She can't actually follow the ebb and flow in a meaningful sense -- she doesn't really understand how a fight works, beyond the *very* basics. She glances back to Scarlett, asking, "Have you been to this kind of event before?"

Aksel checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 9, rolling 53 higher.

Aksel remains capable of fighting.

Ras checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 11, rolling 55 higher.

Ras remains capable of fighting.

Aksel checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 21, rolling 35 higher.

Aksel remains capable of fighting.

Silvio chuckles at the outburst from the Princess and waves to Thea as she excuses herself from the fight. "Come now, lets have a drink for every punch that landed."

Getting up, Caelis looks to Martino. "I'll go make sure some healers breeze by. Thanks for the entertainment, Cousin." She murmurs and starts to amble towards the exit at a lazy pace.

Caelis has left the a row of benches on the left side of the ring.

Rohm the Blackguard, Avalanche, a Snow Shepherd leave, following Caelis.


"No! Just the usual scuffles and face-scratchings," Scarlett tells Theophania. "Are you an aficinado of these events?"

"I think there's going to be something at that gardens later," she adds a moment later, overhearing Martino.


It takes a moment for Aksel to realize that he's suddenly gotten aid, there is a loud growl given to Rowenova and Ras as they join in the battle against Drake. "He's mi...' and unfortunately it's too late. At least his next target is found and he turns to attack Rowenova. Closest target after all. There is a whirl wind of activity as he set upon by Ras and Syndey both. Fast as he is he's unable to stem off both of their attacks, try as he might. After a rather painful blow, he lets out a loud growl as he presses the attack once more.

Domonico groans and rolls over in the snow before he gets to his knees with a grunt of effort, getting a handful of snow and crushing it against his face before he manages to slowly walk off the field, his bare torso already bruised in several places.

As Aksel is fighting Drake, Rowenova and Ras roll up and put the latter down, and there are some growling grunts between the two Northern people with the Wolf Scout darting away from the Nightgold Sword toward the last noble and running full tilt into her!

Felicia remains aloof again at first. Too many people. Too many fists. And perhaps that's why the Harrow elects to shunt her sword back into its sheathe, cracking her knuckles with determination and wading in to try and even a few odds along the way. Unwilling to wind up as part of a multi-pronged attack again but clearly set on trying to distract attackers off onto facing her instead.

Drake is at least good-natured about a suddden attack at his flank from Rowenova. He turns to face her and raises his spear, letting her attack clash with him. Now he's being assaulted on two sides, which... is bad, but also...

Actually, it was three sides.

He thought possibly he had a good handle on fighting against Rowenova but he forgot for just a moment she was also teamed up with Ras, in an act of what appears to be commoner solidarity. Suddenly, a snowball is thrown at his face - not injurous in and of itself, one supposes, but a blinding distraction at a critical time when he's being assaulted on all sides. That does not go well for him. He hits Rowenova just in time for another strike to fell him, and then he is on the ground before he gets the snow out of his eyes. It's not terribly graceful for him. But he is still in enough humor to laugh it off, even though his spear went falling and he's out of the competition, laying for a second on his side to breathe through it.

Colette turns from her charge at Sydney as Rowenova engages her. the Scout lands a nice hit on the LAurent which sends the little lady back and rolling to get back to her feet. She grunts. Then that horrible feral noise she makes, comes again as she changes targets.

Sydney pivots out of her fight with Colette the moment it's disrupted, with a look of irritation being trained upon Rowenova for disrupting what was clearly a grudge match. It's apparently *Ruined Forever*, because Sydney pauses for all of a moment before clicking her teeth and pouncing upon Aksel as he's distracted by Ras. She's quick enough to get that savage grin back on her features, eyes dancing as she weaves around the rogue to crack her fist into the back of Aksel's skull. Thwock! It's not as punishing as Ras's strikes, but the unexpected nature of it definitely rattles.

Ras pauses briefly as he rounds on Drake with Rowenova, ducking down to scoop up a handful of snow that he flings dramatically into the knight's face before rushing in with a hilt-punch to the gut. Then, when his apparent teammate rounds on the last silk in the ring, he pauses again - casting a concerned look at Sydney - and instead of going with the wolf scout, turns abruptly on Aksel instead. He delivers a reckless assault while the man is distracted with Rowenova, but then a brutal and unexpected blow from Felicia sends him tumbling away with a yelp of surprised pain. After a roll in the snow, he's up on his feet again, looking annoyed.

Aksel checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 45, rolling 4 lower.

Aksel checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 16, rolling 83 higher.

Aksel remains alive, but close to death.

Aksel is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

Felicia checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 12, rolling 81 higher.

Felicia remains capable of fighting.

Felicia wields frozen washes of the tempest seas handsome oathlands blade.

"This seems a little chaotic -- and no, this is actually my first one," Theophania answers Scarlett, with a small shake of her head. "Really, I'm more fascinated that they're able to charge such an entrance fee... I hadn't really considered sport-as-spectacle as a means of supporting charities or moving money around..."

Felicia checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 70, rolling 7 lower.

Felicia checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 36, rolling 50 higher.

Felicia remains alive, but close to death.

Felicia is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

Thea looks over to Silvio and agrees,"A bottle or two I think will suffice,"shivering under the cloak.

Colette checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 5, rolling 91 higher.

Colette remains capable of fighting.

Colette checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 12, rolling 92 higher.

Colette remains capable of fighting.

Colette checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 36, rolling 63 higher.

Colette remains capable of fighting.

Colette checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 41, rolling 26 higher.

Colette remains capable of fighting.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 48, rolling 34 higher.

Rowenova remains capable of fighting.

Colette checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 68, rolling 19 higher.

Colette remains capable of fighting.

Martino is overheard praising Ras: Wow! He was the first to land a clean blow on the brawler Sydney!

Cradling a cup of wine within two gloved hands, Beatrice drinks far too much and far too quickly to be savoring the taste. A particularly brutal blow has her pausing to tap her figners to the bench in muted applause.

Sydney viciously strikes the back of Aksel's head a second time as she pivots, whirling about to strike with the heel of her off-hand's palm. It sounds significantly more painful. Things quickly become chaotic. She's forced to pick her targets based on how tired they look, facing off against Felicia next. She ducks under strike after strike until it's the brawlers vs. the tank and the rogue. She picks a side, grinning fiercely, "Shouldn't have interrupted!" She sets herself on Rowenova.

Domonico has left the a clear training ring marked out with snow.

Domonico has joined the a row of benches on the south side of the ring.

With some many targets descending upon Aksel it's hard to keep up. It should be no surprise that Sydney lands a punch straight to the back of Aksel's head that sends him sprawling towards the benches. He staggers a bit and turns, looking like he's going to actually push forward into the fight, but all he does is fall flat on his back near those seated at the edge of the arena, right at the feet of Dominique.

All of a sudden Colette is dealing with a fist fighter, then a knife coming her way. Even the little honey badger can only take so much at once. Now she is on her heels trying her best to avoid, or at least minimize hits, and for now, she does ok. As no matter how many hits she takes, she won't stay down, the look in her eyes getting more and more wild with each hit she takes.

Keeping her fists and her guard up, Rowenova blocks a bunch of blows from every which way but completely focuses on Colette while dodging away from everybody else. She also takes several beatings along the way from all angles except apparenty Ras who has been enduring in his asstance to her so far. "Shouldn't have been playin'!" says she to Sydney with her own grin, doing so before taking on another whallop from which she quickly recovers before then kicking out at Colette once more! Nova does her best to keep her focus on the brawling noble while dodging (if she can) from the attacks Sydney makes!

Felicia has a moment, just a moment, where she realizes that ah crap there's like... three of them and one of her and she endeavours to back up and try to get her sword back out... and fails. So fails. It doesn't even clear leather before she drops to the ground, winded and has to join the others limping off the field with a rueful smile.

Although Felicia struck him, Ras moves on Aksel again -- but a punishing blow from Sydney drops the Sword of Stonedeep, and so he jumps over the prone body and barrels straight into the Harrow with a flurry of rapid slashes by the blunt side of his knife. When she goes down, he turns on Colette. But at one point, Sydney crosses his path to attack Rowenova. Without pause, he attempts to trip the pony-tailed brawler, and when she deftly avoids that, he hits her casually in the back with the hilt of his weapon.

Rising from the benches, Martino's voice was hushed to Dominique as she was truly getting into the spar. "Well Marquessa... we have managed two now. It has surprised me to see how well these brawlers have done." Martino lifted up and walked to the edge of the ring once more. Another mouthful of his wine before curling his hands behind his lower back. A fussily shift, on the way, of his neckcloth as he listened to the crowd continue.

As combatants fall, crawl, limp, and roll away from the melee, Beatrice sets down her glass to offer respects with more vibrant applause. "Bravo!"

Drake tries to pull himself out of the ring so he's not stepped on, and sits with his knees up, on the sidelines. He did hear Lucrezia heckling earlier, but, he just tosses a good-natured thumbs up to the sidelines in response. First at her, then at Orelia.

Colette checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 69, rolling 6 higher.

Colette remains capable of fighting.

Colette checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 70, rolling 6 higher.

Colette remains capable of fighting.

Colette looks to the two attacking her, "Pick on the Noble I see?" She says teasing and with a grin.

Colette checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 80, rolling 2 lower.

Colette checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 44, rolling 42 higher.

Colette remains alive, but close to death.

Colette is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 52, rolling 30 higher.

Rowenova remains capable of fighting.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 61, rolling 23 higher.

Rowenova remains capable of fighting.

Thea has left the a clear training ring marked out with snow.

Thea has joined the a row of benches on the south side of the ring.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 62, rolling 44 higher.

Rowenova remains capable of fighting.

Drake has left the a clear training ring marked out with snow.


Glancing in the direction of Martino, Dominique lets out a soft and amused chuckle as she brushes her fingers through her hair. "I'd say it's been pretty successful! Maybe we should turn it into a regular thing and continue the practice of charging for spectating. Imagine all the resources we can raise for various charities."

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 64, rolling 4 higher.

Rowenova remains capable of fighting.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 67, rolling 3 higher.

Rowenova remains capable of fighting.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 82, rolling 77 higher. Rowenova rolled a critical!

Rowenova remains capable of fighting.

The blows keep coming from every direction... finally there is a hilt of a knife to the side of Colette's head while she tries to dodge some kicks. This sends her down, and has her tapping the sand.... She is out. She rolls to the edge and crawls out to the tent to rest.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 84, rolling 9 higher.

Rowenova remains capable of fighting.

Colette has left the a clear training ring marked out with snow.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 93, rolling 17 higher.

Rowenova remains capable of fighting.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 99, rolling 25 lower.

Rowenova checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 59, rolling 68 higher.

Rowenova remains alive, but close to death.

Rowenova is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

Ras checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 13, rolling 44 higher.

Ras remains capable of fighting.

Sydney checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 27, rolling 177 higher. Sydney rolled a critical!

Sydney remains capable of fighting.

She put up a good fight, but Rowenova finally drops in third place before falling over into the snow below. At least it feels like her Northern home.

Ras checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 21, rolling 42 higher.

Ras remains capable of fighting.

Lucrezia yells from the benches, "Bury her in the snow!" Yeah, she and Sydney have a *thing*.

Ras checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 23, rolling 62 higher.

Ras remains capable of fighting.

Ras checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 45, rolling 23 higher.

Ras remains capable of fighting.

Ras checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 54, rolling 53 higher.

Ras remains capable of fighting.

Ras checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 66, rolling 23 higher.

Ras remains capable of fighting.

Sydney checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 30, rolling 32 higher.

Sydney remains capable of fighting.

Sydney checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 32, rolling 33 higher.

Sydney remains capable of fighting.

Ras checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 71, rolling 61 higher. Ras rolled a critical!

Ras remains capable of fighting.

Sydney checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 36, rolling 34 higher.

Sydney remains capable of fighting.

Ras checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 80, rolling 12 lower.

Ras checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 44, rolling 56 higher.

Ras remains alive, but close to death.

Ras is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

Lifting his eyebrows at the onslaut in the middle, Martino's eyebrows lift as the brawler Sydney and Ras remain on their feet. With such heavy trading of blows.

Domonico claps his hands together at the victory, applauding the victor, wincing through the pain.

Waldemai cheers the end of the fight. "Just in time," he calls. "My bucket's just about empty. Well fought!"

Fecundo rises to applaud the winner of tonight's melee, whistling as well, "Hell of a contest."

Felicia is overheard praising Sydney: Winner of the Melee!

Fecundo is overheard praising Sydney: Hell of a competitor with amazing stamina.

Felicia is overheard praising Martino: An excellent double event!

Felicia is overheard praising Dominique: An excellent double event!

And Kritr throws another snowball!

Drake is overheard praising Sydney: Well fought!

Martino is overheard praising Sydney: I was scared of her before. I am scared of her afterwards. Don't fight her.

Domonico is overheard praising Sydney: Excellent form

Once Colette falls and it's just Ras with the two brawlers, he hits Sydney once with his knife and then takes a step back for just a second - watching her fight it out with Rowenova as he shoves the weapon away into a hidden sheath inside his leggings. Then he jumps into the fray as if he thinks it's some kind of game. At one point, after the wolf scout drops, he's just rolling around in the snow and trying to push clumps of muddy white into Sydney's face.

Orelia is overheard praising Sydney.


Her eyes widen as she looks out and applauds. What a wonderful and glorious battle! Dominique cheers and applauds as she steps out from the seats and walks towards the ring as she heads towards the winner and curtsies. Turning to the rest of the crowd, she calls out, "We have our winner of the elite division! Sydney!" she calls out, encouraging hoots and hollars amongst the crowd. She takes a deep breath and glances towards the winner with a bright smile. "As the winner of the elite division, you will get to parse out the other half of he resources gained from participants and spectators and decide which worthy charity will receive the other half of the pot. You may coordinate with the winner of the senior division, Fecundo Valardin, if you wish."

Glancing out towards the crowd. "Thank you everyone for coming out and attending. Once again, can we please have a hand for all our participants over the past few days. For all participants, be on the look out for your package of Wyrmguard Whiskey and Blancbier Chocolates from House Wyrmguard for taking part in this. I once again, thank you all."

Waldemai cheers. "Huzzah! Well fought! Huzzah!"


Once that's done nad over, Dominique heads towards the knocked out Aksel and tries to wake him up, poking his stomach repeatedly. Pokepoke.

Beatrice exchanges soft words with a servant come to claim her wineglass, however reluctantly she parts from it. "Sydney?" Beatrice can be heard to say as her gaze travels back to the ring, calm only for a moment before Ras restarts the fray in new form. Her mouth twitches. "A brave soul, his."

Finding herself harried between two fighters is not something that Sydney especially relishes, and it clearly puts the fighter back on her heels. The fatigue. My god, the fatigue. Sweat is absolutely pouring down the fighter's body, and it when it comes down to just she and Ras after a particularly vicious strike is delivered to Rowenova, Sydney flashes her teeth in utter exhaustion and circles the man. The snow? Oh, they use the snow. They end up rolling about in it, locked in an exchange of strikes, both exhausted, both absolutely beside themselves, cracking one another viciously until in the end, Sydney ends up with her palm forcefully on Ras's throat, straddling the man. How else could a Lycene event end?

Fecundo rises from his bench to approach Martino and Dominique, "A wonderful event and I have decided on where to donate my winnings from last night." He looks to Sydney and then back to the hosts, "The Mercies are working on a hospital for the benefit of all. I believe it's a worthy cause. So the donation could go to them. I would not seek to influence tonight's winner. Her choice is hers."

Felicia takes the opportunity to retreat to her gear and limp off in search of some whiskey and warmth.

Felicia has left the a clear training ring marked out with snow.

Drake looks at Sydney out there with a little impressed wince. She certainly fought hard, and that position looks quite dangerous.

Finally the Wyrmguard fighter gets to his feet, scraping his spear off the ground with a little snap of his wrist. There's an afterparty to go to.

Fecundo has left the a row of benches on the south side of the ring.

Scarlett is overheard praising Drake: Those pants, though.

Scarlett is overheard praising Aksel: That pyrotechnic entrance, though.

After some time, Nova rolls herself over in the snow and looks up with a grin. Though, her vision has yet to settle.

Joining the sounds of applause, the Lord Martino Malvici cheered on the edge of the ring for both Sydney, Ras, Rowenova and all the others who entered. "Ahhh such a classic ending!" The sound of his hands meeting out as he creases his eyes across to Fecundo and bowed his head low, "Truly you donate kindly. We shall arrange for half to go to the Mercies. For those who wish to rest, recover and relax. There is the fine grotto, these is one also in Malvici Hall as well in the Southern Gardens."

Martino stepped further to the ring, nodding to a new nurses and mercies to aid Ras and Sydney's injuries if they need help.

Ras checked wits + empathy at difficulty 15, rolling 6 higher.

"Who won?" Aksel asks as he slowly regains conciousness. One eye opens then the other as he looks up at Dominique who's pokin him in the stomach. "Well, hello there. Aren't you a lovely little thing. What's your name?"

"Don't stop," Ras chokes out at Sydney. "It's too sexy." He's probably calculating that this will make her stop immediately, as he's starting to look a little purple.

Beatrice has left the a row of benches on the right side of the ring.

Sydney checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 5 lower.

Not far away from Ras and Sydney, Rowenova cracks up laughing aloud.


Glancing in the direction of Fecundo, Dominique smiles brightly as she grins. "I'm sure the mercies will appreciate the donation. And Crownsworn Sydney, please take your time in deciding who your half goes to. The donations will be made in both your nmes respectively." she says with a curtsy. Then looking back towards Aksel, she crouches and picks up some snow and plops it on his forehead before motioning towards the Crownsworn. "She did."

Sydney bursts out laughing as she rolls off of Ras, shakily wobbling, her legs barely keeping her upright as she extends a hand to yank Ras back up to his feet. "...Asshole." She Shakily regards Dominque and then Martino, and clips quite simply, "Mercies are a damned good cause. Put it all to them. My half set aside as a bequest to those from the Lower Boroughs." She raises a hand shakily and clenches her fist, "PUGILISM!"

Thea starts to sorely step from the benches. She's slow as her long legs gradually get to the bottom,"Gods, I need a bottle or two and a fire,"wincing down. The cheeks of her are ass are definitely still on display as well as the rest of her. At least she can proudly show it, one supposes. "Well fought,"she congratulates all the contenders. There is no disappointment there, maybe a hollowness. But there is for entirely different reasons.

Kritr stands up applauding. "That did NOT disappoint!" He crows.

Ras wheezes out a snicker through his grin, clambering up to his feet. He doesn't yell anything, but smiles towards Rowenova appreciatively.

Fecundo turns, smiles and salutes Sydney, "Thank you..and well fought."

Crawling up to her feet (it feels like), Rowenova finally stands up before then meandering closer to Ras and Sydney, "We did it!" as if she knew, all along, that it would be the three of them.

Domonico claps Thea on the shoulder and gives it a squeeze, "Well fought sister. You did well indeed." He notes her... mood... but seems to dismiss it as annoyance of her not winning.



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