Alis has joined the line.

Max, an emperor tamarin arrives, following Ailys.

Terese is standing on the podium wearing her full set of steel armor, sword sheathed at her hip. "I want to welcome everyone tonight and thank House Telmar for agreeing to let me borrow The Gauntlet for tonights event. I also want to thank everyone one else generous enough to help make this event a reality. Go ahead and get comfortable and we shall start shortly with some inspirational tales," she say, trying to properly project her voice so everyone can hear her. Terese will move aside for the speakers to stand on the podium.

"You're a knight now, go do knight stuff." That was pretty much the order Countess Ember Redreef gave to one Martinique Barlinnie upon hearing of this opening of the Gauntlet for challenging. Martinique is unaccompanied, though the common-born knight tries not to be intimidated by the assembly as she comes to the Tower and enters the ring area, finding a seat while things are getting organized.

Tesha's not a Knight and will never be one given things, but she is a Telmar and that's why she's come out today. The woman is seated off to the side, her stormy gaze looking over those that enter. She knows a few of the faces, but for the moment she allows others to get settled or prepare for their time up in the spotlight. She has her dogs seated with her and they look ecstatic to be outside in the warmer weather.

Kritr arrives in full armor, here to exhibit. He comes in with swagger, the longaxe over his shoulder is carefully bound and wrapped in case the events of the evening include sparring. "The NORTH is HERE!" He announces.

Edris arrives in his best leathers, and unaccompanied, looking around with interest at the Gauntlet, as well as the other area. The cutouts bring a brief half-smile to his lips, but it fades quickly into a quiet reserve. When Terese calls for inspiration and tales, his gaze moves that direction with interest--and if he catches the Valardin Princess' eye he will offer a bow in both greeting and respect, that doesn't necessitate interruption from her hosting duties.

Alis came early to get a good seat; which for her, means one of the benches closest to the action because otherwise she might not be able to see anything. And that's where she's settled herself, lifting a hand in greeting to those she recognizes.

Isabeau has already perched herself in the stands, attired in crimson and silver that is very appropriate with her place as the Telmarine Duchess. She's settled herself near Alis, with her whole retinue stationed elsewhere to help attend to anything needed by the guests. Her large, white, Greypeak mountain dog, since this is outdoors, is at her feet, warding off a trio of creepy-looking cats who appear to have followed the Duchess outside, gleaming far-too-intelligent eyes fixed solely on the seraphically beautiful little blond in a disconcerting way that she seems to steadfastly ignore as she flashes sweet smiles to everyone around.

The serious looking Knight of Solace, one Lord Richard Wyvernheart, arrives with a soft clank of his rubicund armor. One might accuse the man of being a little too flashy, with the purple silk that streams from his armor, however the knight-slash-physician has made practical use of said silk during battle often enough to counteract such a view. For all the things he /is/, he /isn't/ someone for speeches. The way he eyes the gauntlet suggests he's here to compete and show off the skills of a Knight, his hand resting lightly on the pommel of his mace. His eyes skip over to those he estimates are here to undertake the challenge, too: Martinique first, then Kritr, and finally Edris, nodding to each in turn.

Ailys, as unknightly as possible in flower-spattered aeterna and with a tiny tamarin monkey clinging to her shoulder enters the training grounds where the gauntlet is located. Her wide gray eyes scan the crowd, and while, besides the busy Terese, she doesn't see anyone she knows particularly well, she drifts towards Alis and takes a seat nearby. Mostly just to be confusing with the names.

Comedenti, the Calderan Bearded Vulture arrives, following Titus.

Tesha gives a look to the cats that seem to be eyeballing Isabeau and there's a bit of a frown to that. But there is a flash of rubicund armor and purple that she recognizes and the redhead looks at Richard as he enters. Does that frown get deeper? Just a little. She then busies herself with making psspss noises at the cats, "Where did those come from?" she whispers to no one in particular. She liked animals...but those things were sorta creepy.

Alis always greets Isabeau with a kiss on the cheek; the two sides of the same coin and all. And when Ailys has a seat right beside her, offers a smiling greeting. "Fancy seeing you here. Whenever someone calls for one of us, we should both stand up and then turn to each other and discuss which of us was actually being called." She's kidding, of course. Or /is she/. A playful wink is given the Grayson princess.

Terese smile offering respectful quiet greeting to any who offer them to her, mainly focusing on her hosting duties. "Anyone brave enough to share an insperational or educational speach about Knights, Knighthood or any active Knight orders please join the line," she says, trying to catch everyone still getting settled and those still here

Pasquale silently finds a place amongst the viewing areas before settling there, by himself, and attempting to watch everything that is going along. He doesn't look particularly comfortable sat where he is. Mostly thanks to the semi-frequent coughing that seems to be harassing him today.

Akamos makes his way into the area, looking around gradually for those he might know, he just makes his way closer to Terese, as she's directing things, and keeping his mouth shut for now, to learn in silence..

Kritr makes no move to join the line. He rests the spearpoint of his axe, carefully corked, on the wooden walkway and thumps it heavily. He is standing at attention at least.

Briar, the fleet and agile shrike, Alejandro, a gravely sober middle-aged Torean arrive, following Aconite.

Aconite arrives, following Caspian.

The Warmonger of the Red City enters the Gauntlet, a hand lifting up and weapon peaceknotted to show his intentions. The gaunt faced Titus makes his way towards the line it seems. A story.

Griffin is new to this, but he had promised the Princess he would, so he does.

Ailys smiles back at Alis, a hint of mischief in the curve of her mouth. "Oh, that's a fantastic idea. And then whichever one of us wasn't called should end up being the one who responds, after all of the discussion."

"Yes, nobody will know the difference." Alis confirms, nodding her head just once. Even though they look absolutely nothing alike and in fact look almost like exact opposites.

Terese seems bright an happy to see everyone who has come. "It seems our first brave speaker tonight is none other then my Cousin Highlord Alis Valardin," Terese says, calling forth Alis to the podium and moving aside to allow her room to comfortably speak.

Balian, a Templar squire, Guy, a hunting kestrel, 1 Templar Knight guards, Direhorn Jeffers, a barded Templar wargoat arrive, following Preston.

One head of a cat twists to look disdainfully at Tesha, emitted a low yeowling that fades into a hiss before the eyes return to Isabeau. Who is studiously ignoring the cats, used to the discomfort of their far too expressive gaze. She moves to answer Alis's cheek kiss, and takes her cousins hand for a gentle squeeze, "You are looking very blue today, cousin. How beautiful," she comments, flashing Ailys a sweet smile in greeting.

Preston has joined the line.

Tesha gives another look over to the trio of cats and there's a bit of a toe scuff at the one who yowls at her, "Shoo." she whispers. Then she looks back up to the people that are getting ready in the line to tell their stories. She paints on a well practiced smile, listening as the first speaker is called.

Alis returns the handsqueeze from Isabeau and murmurs a thank you first, before making her way over to where she can best be heard. She hasn't shown up in armor, but instead in the clothing more suited to the non-martial aspects of her station. And she can be seen smoothing out some of the silk when she stands in order to give her (hopefully brief) speech. "I know that people are no doubt here to hear stories of bravery, and fantastic deeds. But I wanted to give the more humble reminder about why those of the Oathlands become knights. It isn't about how we perform in battle, though to be an effective knight you should be able to wield a weapon properly. Knights of the Oathlands are so sworn because they are prepared to defend the innocent even against impossible odds, and they will do their duty until their last breath. They will acquit those duties with honor, and chivalry. They do not act out of vengeance, or for attention, or silver." She points this all out in the most solemn of tones.

"And at the last, in the final moments of battle, an Oathlands Knight would rather die with honor than win dishonorably." With those last words, the princess makes her way back to the benches so the next may speak.

Aconiteis just ehre to watch. This is obvious as the Whisper moves to find a place to perch herself and to watch the event unfold. A few familiar faces are caught and get nods and waves, Titus and Pasquale among them. Once she's settled in Alejandro finds a spot not far away to do the same though he eyes the Gauntlet like a greedy man he stays at his post.

Splinter, the golden-eyed osprey arrives, following Desma.

Ailys does NOT try to take Alis' place at speech-giving, despite the temptation, and stays decorously in her seat with her hands folded in her lap. She smiles back at Isabeau, then offers a wave towards Macda as another Grayson princess enters the grounds.

Either Richard doesn't notice Tesha's look, or he's focused elsewhere. Probably the latter, given the way his eyes trail over the gauntlet again as if refreshing his memory. He is, at least, the epitome of patience. Perhaps that, too, is a Knightly trait. As the High Lord of Valardin speaks, he turns his gaze her way. As she finishes, he bows his head respectfully towards Alis.

Titus has joined the line.

Edris's gaze moves to Alis as she speaks, attentively respectful. By the end of her words, there is a faint smile on his lips, and he might be standing just a little straighter.

Caspian slips in quietly, ashamedly late. he quickly finds a spot next to aconite and plops down, giving Terese a wave and abroad smile, followed by two thumbs up/

As the speeches are now starting, Martinique settles in a little bit to listen. Her expression is fairly neutral, though she is sitting stiffly on the bench spot she found for herself. Not the words, so much, as perhaps some discomfort with her new station.

Desma enters, armoured in her Magnotta colours as she moves through the crowd, peering to see who she knows here at this gathering.

Alis inclines her head politely towards Richard in return, and also looks pleased at the way Edris sits a little more straight. "Sorry, Princess Ailys. I forgot to give you my speech cards when I stood up so you could take my place, so I thought I'd just go ahead and wing this one." is whispered, with a very solid attempt not to smile amusedly included.

"Thank you Highlord Alis, very humbling reality of Knighthood. I agree each Knighthood is unique and special. There are Oaths and codes taken that once they are you must honor them till your death," Terese replies. "I learned so much myself on the Various opinions and differences between those who are knights and those who may only know their tales. My own Squire Akamos truely inspired this event for he questioned a question many who become squires do. How does one become a Knight and here in Arx there are so many ways so I hope you are educated as well as inspired by our speakers," she states. "Next up is Lord Titus Vaevici," she says

Pasquale stands and quietly makes his way out.

Pasquale has left the East Spectator Seating.

Alberico, the Malespero aide, Louis, a Malespero Armsman, Mar, the Magpie leave, following Pasquale.

Aconite has joined the West Spectator Seating.

Kritr listens intently, watching each speaker with a frown of concentration exaggerated by his beard into a scowl.

Caspian has joined the West Spectator Seating.

Aconite leans forward when Titus is called next. The Whisper watching intently.

Macda strolls onto the grounds and takes as straight a course as possible to the obstacle course where the event is taking place. Is she too late? Are they still taking names? She hangs back to get the lay of the land, but grins and waves back when she spots Ailys.

Ailys smothers a laugh with her fingertips to her lips and shakes her head at Alis. "No, no, you did a much better job. I would have probably gone on a tangent about the benefits of hyssop tea for the ravages of colic." More solemnly, "It was a fine speech."

There's a small wave from Martinique towards Desma as the other enters. They may only have met the once but it was a memorable occasion.

2 House Wyrmguard Guards arrives, following Desiree.

Alis oooooohs quietly, and tips her head 'just so' towards Ailys. "Now I'm going to work that into a speech somewhere, somehow." she decides. "But now I am reminded... is there any medicinal benefit to pine needle tea?" Really, she looks perfectly innocent asking this question.

Desma squints at Martinique as she us waved at. She was pretty drunk at the time but she is sure it was from THAT party.

Kritr mutters, "... breath."

Caspian gives a broad smile as the first speaker finishes, his head bowing in appreciation. he looked to titus as he was called and watched intently.

Isabeau idly rubs Bijou, the big white fluffy dog's head as she looks over to Alis, a sweet smile tugging at her lips, "And I am being very red today. How representative we are." Her cobalt blue eyes turn towards Titus with some degree of expectation as his name is called.

The three cats, however, don't respond much to Tesha's foot scuffling, venturing nearer to the Duchess with their off-putting stares.

Preston is overheard praising Alis: A most proper Orthodox consideration.

Turn in line: Alis

Turn in line: Preston

Turn in line: Titus

Aconite speaks quietly with Caspian while she watches the Gauntlet with interest.

Preston has joined the line.

The Warmonger is dressed in rubicund armour, the blood red eyes looking at those gathered. The whispered voice from decayed lungs speaks as he reaches in a small pouch and flicks some gold sandy dust on the floor.

"We recognise those who came before us and on the lands we are on this evening and honour them, for their history is ours to guard and protect. Of oaths honoured by a white king that had his kingdom come and fight even if many did not wish to. Of great sacrifice between man and their companion where after their fall they were buried nearby. And together, we step across the dunes of time, across the sands of the past and look back with our hearts to what once was and the stories are remembered. Of moments split apart but connected in spirit. May we honour our mothers and their daughters by being here today."

"In a far away time in a city of light where elves ruled their realm and dragons were physical challenges against that reign. And from a bad choice, demons spilled across the lands and the armies of all fought against them. There in Caer'alfar knighthood rose up with chivalry, honour and loyalty with arms. To serve unfailingly with an oath, and your honour was displayed for all. In Caer'alfar, the squire to the first knight and his sister were born. She, the first artificer in the world, delighted herself and others by building. But he? He was a warrior to his core and the thrill of battle he sought."

"There were many battles and often in those days, and the elves paid a high price as the challenges the dragons gave nearly extinguished them. And from a bad choice spilled forth evil across the world with a door that once opened wouldn't be closed. Evil came to the lands."

"As demons rushed across the world, the elves fought against dragons and demons. The elves, using a new power that their queen had found, pushed back the dragons and demons with this new power. And the first squire joined his brother and sisters in battle, and defended their lands. And across the decades, he learned from the first knight of strength and power and he was indeed strong. But his sister was convinced to make a choice to save her people and he watched her and his courage failed within him."

"He was the first squire of the First Knight in those days, and well did he learn the nature of a knight. To protect the weak. To stand for the innocent. To step between those who would harm and those who could not defend themselves. And he watched his sister and his heart ached, because she was brilliant and wonderful and well-loved - and he knew she would be sore tested."

Desiree arrives to event at the Gauntlet being held by her esteemed cousin, Duchess Isabeau Telmar and Princess Terese Valardin. It does not surprise the young Wyrmguard to see so many in attendance. She slips passed a few gathered attendees who loiter about the entrance to step further into the space. There are speeches being given and the noblewoman with gleaming white gold hair takes pause to give the speaker her attention.

"It's good for eyesight, chest congestion, sore throat and scurvy," Ailys replies to Alis with far too much enthusiasm. "Pine needle tea, where have I seen that lately...?" Her gray eyes cut over to Kritr, a little unsure if he was contributing, but she echoes anyway, "Breath." She quiets though, as Titus begins to speak, eyes getting bigger and bigger.

Titus continues his story, watching the faces of those here.

"And so the Squire too stepped through the Mirror, embracing a dark choice for the sake of his sister. To protect her. To protect his people. To do what he could to stop the First Children from enslaving them all. He saw it as an act of strength. Of protection. And still he fought the creatures of the Abyss - and now he fought the First Children. Until Queen Primeria was killed. Then he knew what he had done, even as a prince gloated and took the Crown. But there was one, the consort of the new King and softly did she whisper to him, of a chance for redemption and honor. To serve as one of her Knights. To defend the people as the knight of the Queen-consort. To hold to the honor he held so dear, and the chivalric values his own former Knight espoused. And so he knelt to her and offered her his oath of fealty."


So these were Terese's 'family' of choice. Well as a knight. Which gave Griffin a pretty good look at her on the 'battlefield'. And while he couldn't follow it properly, it made him proud of her, and gave him, once again, a good feeling for his decision. But the rest of this? It was over his head. Still he sat quietly in the stands and paid (somewhat) rapt attention.

Tesha wasn't sure if it was just her imagination...or if those cats were surely evil. The redhead gives another glare to the trio and then goes back to listening to the speakers, because she shouldn't start siccing dogs on cats in the middle of a Valardin event. For now, she quietly observes what is going on.

"And as he gave her his fealty, the sash at his waist faded from light to a dark gray. Even as the writ wrapped itself around him he knew what he had sold himself to, and in sorrow he took the name Shale. He became as implacable as any, but he held himself to his own code of honor always. And so he became the first of the Shadow Knights, the reflection of the First Knight himself."

"For honour's sake, he cast himself against his liege's sworn foes, and none could stand against him. He was every bit the leader and General his own Knight was. For honour's sake he refused to back down. He would not yield. And though he spent much of his time fighting the First Children, his hands were not completely clean."

"And then the Sundering happened. A hundred thousand human souls sacrificed to Oblivion in an instant. The Nox'Alfar eternally cursed to burn in the sun. Shale and Amber watched and their very souls recoiled. This was, for both of them, a bridge too far. To return an enemy to the Wheel was one thing. To force an enemy to find another body another. But to consign them to eternal nonexistence? It was anathema to she whose greatest joy was in creation. It was anathema to he who had given up everything to protect the innocent, the helpless."

"So the siblings made a pact as the Dance of Skulls raged, and they watched their own strengths be turned against people they once knew as friends. They would serve faithfully - their oaths would tolerate no less. But when they died, they would each pray to Death and beg forgiveness, and ask for a chance to be sent to the Wheel as humans, that they might make amends to Her for their support of the man who destroyed so many of Her souls."

"It is said that She agreed, and as each fell in their time Amber and Shale were removed from the lives of the elves, and are reborn over and over again. And in each, even though they remember it not, She sends them to places where they can try, again and again, to make right their part in that ancient wrong."

And here the story finishes.

"He followed his sister, he knew that duty comes at a terrible price and that by stepping through the mirror he would be able to protect his sister, his people. He stopped the skylords from enslaving his people and as the Queen's Consort champion and leader of the Shadow Knights, he plunged with his duty honourably. His tale is one that shows no matter the situation you're faced with, you have the duty to uphold your honour and carry it out, to be wary who you give your oaths to as your loyalty empowers them. To serve faithfully until the end. To not ask for victory, but that you would not have your honour stained. And what terrible choices are made, may we fight to have the end be used for good."

Kritr might have been contributing, but he stoically watches the speaker instead. He keeps both hands on the haft of his axe and listens.

Tove may not often venture outside of the Redrain areas of late but she's found her way to the Tower and the Gaunlet. A seat, if there is one to be had, is taken near the action so that she might observe those Knights in action as well as any healers who happen to be around.

Caspian listens in rapt attention to Titus, nodding along to the story he knew, but had never heard told in such depth and beauty before. when titus finished, Caspian let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.

Edris listens intently and silently to the Warmonger's tale, his gaze following Titus' movements, especially the flicking of the gold sandy dust. His reserve does not break as he listens to the story of the First Knight, and the siblings, though there's a flicker of something stronger in his dark eyes as he listens. Whether or not he agrees, it is hard to say, but the tale does not leave him unaffected.

Terese applauds Titus once he finishes his story. "Thank you Lord Titus, a truely inspiring tale," she says "I want to take a moment to mention The Knights of Solace, The Iron Guard and the Order of East light among any other active Knight orders whom voices might go unheard tonight," she states. "But we are lucky enough to have Sir Preston, Grandmaster of the Templars here to speak for the Templars," she says. "If you would honor us by explain more about Templar Knight," she says, making room for Preston to join her once Titus as retired back to wherever he sits

Alis keeps her head bowed through much of Titus' speech, recognizing some of it but not all it would seem. And once he woven his tale for all of them, she stands before applauding. "Well told." she compliments, prior to retaking her seat and conferring quietly with Ailys.

Arriving at the Gauntlet, Preston pulls at his priestly robes to settle them. He smiles warmly across at Terese as he moves to get ready for things. When he is called forward he bows his head to the hosts before stepping up to the podium "Much of what High Lord Alis mentions echos strongly with the Templars. Our prayer before battle is not for glory or for victory. It is a prayer for the strength to carry ourselves with honour, to the end of the battle or to our own end. Whichever shall come for us that day. And that does change how you approach all parts of life. When you accept that the method is as important as the outcome, when you accept the dignity of a valiant but forlorn stand for a greater purpose. That is how Gloria tests us, not in being great fighters - you will find Templars and Solace knights stronger than I am, ones who are better swordsmen - but the willingness to carry those ideals with us, unto the end. To defend the innocent. To do good, and pay the price required. In the days of the past, knights of the Templars strove to be Paladins, those who represented the values of our Gods. It was said to rarely be a long life, but always ones full of purpose."

There is a wry smile "I actually wanted to tell a story that came to mind when Princess Terese asked me about this. I do not know how many here were at Stormwall - certainly we left more dead on that field than walked away. Princess Terese herself led the Templar cavalry that day, as we pressed our lines against the Gyre's to stop them from being able to force a landing. The cavalry closing any breach in our lines, letting our troops reform. They did this under hail of stones from artillery." Preston pauses for a moment "It was shortly after that we withdrew. Dame Thena, my dear little sister of the Solace, and I left the Command tent because there was nothing more to be done. Our lines broke, we had held as long as we could to get the innocents to safety. Now our responsibility was to withdraw and guard them on the road south." At the memory a broad grin starts to spread on Preston's features

"The enemy sent a great champion to stop the withdrawal of the wounded. We had little left. Our forces broken and spent. Thena and I were probably the only soldiers left on fresh horses. We wheeled and we charged. Because that would buy the time. Dame Thena had a dagger, would you believe. But she took it up to defend the innocent. Lord Alban joined, his horse struck from beneath him. He continued on foot, though if we then lost he would never make it back to our lines. Dame Terese and the last of the Templar cavalry joined. It was a folly. The Gods, with the sacrifice of Lady Eirlys, showed us to a weakness in this champion's armour. Somehow he was defeated, our blades struck true. And he fell. And we withdrew, as Stormwall exploded to fire behind us. Immolating Dame Thena's grandmaster, who had been forced back to the city. Half the Templar order was dead on that field. But, the innocents - the children, the old, the sick - they were carried away to safety. We honoured the dead, a pilgrimage to bury our comrades in a great mausoleum that we built by Sanctum - for they died, their honour intact and their prayers answered. That day will always define what it is to be a knight to me - to stand, at all times, as the light before the dark." And Preston pats the lecturn as he finishes and gives an apologetic look to Terese "My apologies, your highness. A long story you are most familiar with. But I think it illustrates the Templars most handsomely."

There is an expression of concentration on Martinique's face, as she strives to match the details of this story against other versions she might have heard, or perhaps just to commit it to memory so as not to forget. When it's done she shifts back a bit, watching as Preston takes the stage.

Aconite continues to watch with some intent as things unfold at the center of the event. Quiet words are exchaged with Caspian. She smiles as the story unfolds.

Kritr has joined the line.

Turn in line: Preston

Turn in line: Kritr

Titus is overheard praising Preston: It's good to remember the stories of those who sacrificed and defended the ideals of the Compact.

is Terese blushing, no not at all must be a flush of excitement. "Thank you Sir Preston, it was perfect," she replies. "Next up we will hear from Lord Kritr Clearlake," she states, letting Preston leave to welcom Kritr to the podium.

Titus has joined the Seating for Red Team.

Alis can feel her eyes fill with unshed tears at the telling of the battle where her dear sister-in-law fell; Lady Eirlys Greenmarch. Rather than let them fall again as they do so often in memory, she takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. And in its place a fond smile of remembrance for her and her sacrifice, and that of the Templars. And she can be seen nodding along in agreement with much of what Preston has to say.

Ailys pats Alis lightly on the forearm, an empathetic expression on her face.

Tove catches sight of Kritr out of the corner of her eye and turns her attention towards him. She comments to a whomever is next to her on the bench or passing by. "Ah Lord Kritr. I had heard my kinsman might be here, he is quite the warrior." she notes before lapsing into silence and listening to the words of those about heroics and Knighthood.

Kritr does step forward, clearing his throat. "It's just Krit. Krit Clearlake."

He isn't a poor public speaker actually, though he strikes an unimpressive, even stereotypical figure for the North.
"I am not a knight. And I have never fought beside one. But even shavs know of the Templars and the other orders of Knighthood, if not always what they represent. Just being a knight is a sight of accomplishment and respect. The Templars have protected the North, it is true. Many of the North have joined orders of the Compact. I am not unique in wishing a knighthood. I am unique perhaps in that I seek to join an Order of Knights in the North. I would know you better, Sirs and Dames, so that order is deserving of the same honor and respect."

Caspian has joined the line.

Kritr has joined the line.

Martinique has joined the line.

Edris listens to Preston's tale somberly, still and serene with respect. Kritr's speech seems to evoke thoughtfulness in the Elwood knight as he listens, but after it is done he gives a respectful nod to it.

Macda has joined the line.

Edris has joined the line.

Macda has joined the The Gauntlet Obstacle Course.

after the last of the speakers have left the podium, Terese moves to stand on the podium once more and says, "Thank you Krit Clearlake and to all our speakers for providing inspiration and knowledge to us all for tonight's event and now if those who came to challenge themselves at The Gauntlet will please step forward we shall get the challenge started." Terese remains at the Podium to watch the competition.

Kritr has joined the The Gauntlet Obstacle Course.

Martinique has joined the The Gauntlet Obstacle Course.

Edris has joined the The Gauntlet Obstacle Course.

Caspian looks to Aconite and grins, "well.. good timing" he hops up and heads over to the gauntlet with a smile, stretching as he went.

Caspian has left the West Spectator Seating.

Caspian has joined the The Gauntlet Obstacle Course.

"Duchess Isabeau Telmar has graciously offered to over see the running of The Gauntlet so I turn this section over to her. Good Luck," Terese states, welcming Isabeau to take over as hostess for The Gauntlet

Titus has left the Seating for Red Team.

Titus has joined the West Spectator Seating.

Alis gives Ailys a quick smile for her consoling gesture, and nods over towards those lining up for the gauntlet run. "Now it's your turn. You can expound on the best way to treat each injury." she invites, apparently intent on being impish again.

Desiree offers her applause for those who have stepped up to speak while she once more begins to move through the throngs of attendees. She passes them all with a smile and sunny disposition, occasionally offering a cheery "Good Luck" to those who begin moving towards the gauntlet obstacle course. There are many familiar faces in the crowd that she scans before finding a seat in order to cheer the competitors on.

Richard has joined the line.

Macda flashes dimples at the other contestants as they gather. She mouths good luck. Or maybe something less appropriate, it's hard to tell!

Akamos has joined the line.

Richard's gaze bounces between Titus and then Preston, nodding to each as they finish their speeches, as if approving. Then it comes time for the Gauntlet. Like Macda, he appears to murmur well wishes to his fellow contestants, though he doesn't smile as he prepares himself.

Tove has joined the West Spectator Seating.

Preston claps politely for the Clearlake at his words "Well, Clearlake will always have the Templars kind thoughts given they sheltered some of our brothers during the fallout from the Great Road." Preston confirms, smiling warmly at the man. He doesn't step forward for the Gauntlet though, and moves to the side to lean and watch the events with his thumb tucked into his swordbelt.

Preston has joined the East Spectator Seating.

Desma has joined the West Spectator Seating.

Desiree has joined the West Spectator Seating.

Isabeau stands up, a vision in her silver and crimson as she raises her hand, "Now, the Gauntlet is a very tricky beast to master, so I wish all of you luck! Everyone line up..."

She waits for a moment, hand still suspended, "Ready....!"

Another moment passes, "Begin!"

Desma settles down gingerly, folding her arms as she squints at those lining up and she mmmms as she watches.

Caspian checked strength at difficulty 15, rolling 17 higher.

Kritr checked strength at difficulty 15, rolling 5 higher.

Kritr checked dexterity at difficulty 15, rolling 14 higher.

Caspian checked dexterity at difficulty 15, rolling 1 higher.

Martinique checked strength at difficulty 15, rolling 4 higher.

Macda checked strength at difficulty 15, rolling 1 higher.

Macda checked dexterity at difficulty 15, rolling 9 higher.

Martinique checked dexterity at difficulty 15, rolling 8 higher.

Richard checked strength at difficulty 15, rolling 14 higher.

Ailys makes a gesture like she's cracking her knuckles, but she doesn't actually make the noise. "May I criticize how the healers down on the field are doing it?" she asks of Alis, with a little quirk of a grin.

Richard checked dexterity at difficulty 15, rolling 3 higher.

Edris checked strength at difficulty 15, rolling 18 higher.

Edris checked dexterity at difficulty 15, rolling 5 higher.

Akamos checked strength at difficulty 15, rolling 0 higher.

Akamos checked dexterity at difficulty 15, rolling 7 higher.

Alis might be trying to smother a laugh at what Ailys as saying, but she so cleverly conceals it with a not-at-all transparent fit of coughing. "If you feel they need criticism by all means. I would not stop a Mercy from ensuring the best possible care is given."

And they're off! Macda might have taken more time to pry off sparkles before starting, as it seems she's having trouble maintaining a grip on the single bar. It's a slow start, but the princess gamely jogs near the end of the pack as they move to the low hurdles. Hup hup hup!

Kritr has done the guantlet before, so he takes time to stretch before hand. He moves with confidence into the first two events and trails only Edris among the competitors, churning the spring mud behind him.

Caspian bursts off the line as soon as the command is given. he hits the single bar and vaults towards it, grabbing and hoisting himself up and over with no apparent issues. dropping down to the other side, he continues on racing toward the low hurdles. these slow him a bit, each one taken with careful deliberation. Still, he clears them all with no incident, though a few nearly caught him, and rushes on. he shouts out with a laugh as he runs, "Last one up the rope buys the drinks later!"

Tesha watches those that are preparing to run the gauntlet, this makes her smile a genuine smile. Not the one that diplomacy and selfdefenses has made her learn. She settles back in her seat and pats Atramentous on the head as he rests against her, "We'll go for a walk after this." she tells the large mastiff.

Akamos gets up in line and stretches a bit, working his breath up and then they're off and he starts running, falling behind right away, and only just being able to keep up with the others, from the back.

Alright, Gauntlet time. This is really what Martinique came for, though she listened attentively enough through the speeches and stories. The soldier-turned-knight rushes into the course. She took some time to study it during the speechifying, but that's a long way from actually doing it. Still, she heaves herself over the single bar readily enough, then clears the hurdles with a natrual sort of grace.

Richard's gaze is steady on Isabeau as she prepares to signal the start of the gauntlet. The moment she utters 'begin', he's off. There's an athletic effortlessness to the way he vaults the first bar and then the hurdles. This isn't his first time passing through this gruelling course, though perhaps one of the few times he's done so publically.

Desma calls out, hands cupped to help project. "Go Akamos!! You can do it!!"

Tove's eyes track Kritr's progress in a clinical manner, as if noting his muscle tone and speed as part of an observation.

Edris lines up as directed, waiting for the signal. He's looked over the course a bit, but it's a new challenge--and one that he's meaning to tackle with enjoyment from the looks of it. He holds for the ready--but as soon as Isabeau gives the actual begin signal, he leaps into action towards the bar, grasping it and pulling himself over and then running towards the low hurdles as fas as he can. He's not quite as used to feats of leaping, and this slows him down just a bit, though as Kritr starts to gain on him, there's a flash of a grin. "Competative as a Northerner!" he calls, though from his tone, this is probably a very good thing.

Five, a probationary assistant arrives, following Mailys.

Caspian checked strength + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 21 higher.

Caspian checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 43 higher.

Macda checked strength + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 8 higher.

Macda checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 14 higher.

Kritr checked strength + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 29 higher.

Kritr checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 35 higher.

Edris checked strength + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 35 higher.

Martinique checked strength + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 7 higher.

Martinique checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 5 lower.

Edris checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 30 higher.

Ailys applauds lightly as the Gauntlet event starts and the athletes begin taking on the obstacles. "They all seem to be doing all right so far. Go Cousin Macda!"

"No one break anything!" Tesha calls out to the runners. It's something that would most assuredly hurt and they'd probably get stepped on to boot. She didn't know who to cheer for really and well...she just cheers for everyone instead!

Alis gotta represent for the Oathlands, so she cheers extra when they're up. "Nicely done Lord Edris, Lord Richard!" She gives a nod to Martinique as well there.

Things are happening. There is cheering that draws her verdant gaze. Mailys is trying to take in the spectacle but find a place to sit. Titus is waved at by the short woman. He was easy to spot.

Terese is watching The Gauntlet, having been brought a chair to sit in at the Podium where she can watch really up close what is happening. She seems excited and pleased

Mailys has joined the West Spectator Seating.

Richard checked strength + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 53 higher.

Richard checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 39 higher.

Next, a wall to climb--well, this should be fun? For certain values of fun. Martinique launches herself at the wall, extending her arms out grasping some of the small handholds before scrabbling upwards as quickly as she can. It's not the most graceful, but she ascends and descends readily enough. Onward to the double bars, where she leaps, catches the first bar, and tries to swing under to catch the second with her knees--this fails, as she misses her angle. This results in the soldier falling into the dirt with a stifled expletive, though she doesn't seem to be terribly hurt. She rises after a moment and bows to the assembly, moving back towards the seating area.

Akamos checked strength at difficulty 20, rolling 3 lower.

Akamos checked dexterity at difficulty 20, rolling 11 higher. Akamos rolled a critical!

Titus is being uncharacteristically very friendly, he's talking to people at his stand. Seeing Mailys though, he does give a wave to her in welcome and points to the rather amazing gauntlet and the awesome competitors putting on a show.

Akamos checked strength + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 4 higher.

Akamos checked dexterity + athletics at difficulty 20, rolling 16 higher.

There's a groaning laugh from Macda as she reaches the wall, and flashes a grin at Caspian's...back, probably, somewhere way ahead. "I forgot about the rope." Nothing spectacular, nothing embarrassing, she swings a leg over the wall to drop over the other side, veering a little left on her way to the double bars before she straightens out and grabs hold. Onward!

Once all the hurdles are cleared, the Elwood knight runs at full speed towards the wall, using some of that momentum to add to his strength to scale it. The double bars are definitely a new challenge, and it takes him several heartbeats to workout the momentum needed to swing from one to the other, and then land on his feet to continue on.

Caspian looks at the other challengers and grins, his eyes burning with the joy of competition. "Come on! lets put on a show to make the onlookers gasp!" then it was looming before him, the WALL. with a pull of breath he hit the wall and scrambled toward the top. hand over hand, in the middle of the pack, he crested the wall and scooted over, offering a hand out to any who needed it. none did and he laughed, swinging over and rushing on. The double bars he hit and scaled with ease, his breath now coming harder as his blood pounded in his ears from exertion and excitement.

Up the wall, goes Richard, with nary a pause. He's breathing hard, but not out of breath, as he begins swinging across the bars. Although he's aware of his competitors, there's a distinct sense the Knight of Solace isn't so much competing with them as he is trying to set some personal best, focused inward as he moves. He hasn't Caspian's showmanship, though the other man's enthusiasm earns what might be the briefest of smiles on the otherwise serious knight's expression.

Kritr chose to take the gauntlet in full plate armor, but it was designed to be as light as possible. Nevertheless, that might explain why he lags somewhat in climbing the wall. "Competitive as a Northerner? Is that something you people really say." He might not be audible though as Edris puts distance between them. At best Kritr is middle of the pack now.

Desiree cheers with exuberance for her cousin Richard. "Woo Richard! You can do it!"

Isabeau clasps her hands together, calling out, "Oh and a strong start from all, with Lord Edris barely in the front! And now Lord Richard has shot up front!" she enthuses as she watches on, her blue eyes rife with excitement, "But don't forget, there is the high hurdles to come, and the dreaded rope!"

Akamos isn't falling behind! He is going through the running, climbing, jumping as best he can, it's quite the test but Akamos is the sort to train every single day without fail and so he can put up quite the spectacle!

Terese seems neutral in the watching and excitement to see those race against eachother to rush to finish first. "More Challenging when it's a race," she states, wincing at a few who are not so lucky to clear all the obsticles. "Keep up the effort, you got this," she cheers

Macda checked stamina at difficulty 20, rolling 21 higher.

Macda checked dexterity at difficulty 25, rolling 9 lower.

Caspian checked stamina at difficulty 20, rolling 6 lower.

Caspian checked dexterity at difficulty 25, rolling 7 lower.

Martinique has left the The Gauntlet Obstacle Course.

Martinique has joined the West Spectator Seating.

Richard checked stamina at difficulty 20, rolling 1 lower.

Richard checked dexterity at difficulty 25, rolling 6 lower.

Kritr checked stamina at difficulty 20, rolling 4 higher.

Kritr checked dexterity at difficulty 25, rolling 11 higher.

Edris checked stamina at difficulty 20, rolling 3 higher.

Edris checked dexterity at difficulty 25, rolling 10 lower.

Caspian hits the V logs, the inclined pieces of wood designed to force the runner to bounce between them as they passed. as easy as it looked, the logs were treacherous. Caspian bounced off the first, hit the second and slipped, landing into the dirt with a grunt and a laugh. he sat and waved for the others, "Go on! go on! show these damn logs what knights are made of!" as the others passed he hopped up, looked at his ankle and scowled, "oh no.. not again" gritting his teeth he rushed toward the hurdles. each one elicited a grunt from the man as he ankle burned with each jump. still he ran, though he drifted at the tail end now, unable to keep speed. still he shouted his encouragement. "Eyes up! the end is near and victory comes!!" it was a testament to his hours of performance that his lungs could be so large as to allow him to shout while exerting himself. he truly was a windbag.

Hop-running from angled log to angled log isn't so tough when one remembers not to wear a dress..! But they take their toll and Macda's legs are maybe a little too rubbery to go straight for the high hurdles next. She vaults the first- no, nope. Her foot catches on it and she goes down swinging. Habit! But someone else leaping nearby might get a fist to the knee.

Richard might be out in front by the time they clear the bars, but the gauntlet is far from over. More brutal obstacles lie in front, and he falters and slows to take the v-logs with a slip to delay him, before faltering further at the high hurdles into a tumble. He's up again, back around, and resuming the course soon enough, undeterred by the mishap.

Akamos checked stamina at difficulty 20, rolling 1 lower.

Akamos checked dexterity at difficulty 25, rolling 6 lower.

Martinique checked stamina at difficulty 20, rolling 2 higher.

Martinique checked dexterity at difficulty 25, rolling 5 lower.

Doing so many athletic feats in short succession isn't something that Edris does all the time, and the strenousness takes its toll in sweat breaking out across his forhead. Undaunted, he moves to the v-logs, taking the inclines and declines with long steps and leaps from one to the other until he's cleared that section. He sprints towards the high hurdles, and though he launches himself as high as he can, his foot catches the first, causing him to stumble forward into the second. He manages to keep his feet for a brief moment as he crashes into the next and goes down, trying to roll and recover but bowling over the last from the ground before he pushes himself up to keep going.

In Northerner fashion, Kritr truly excels, first and foremost, at enduring all things. The weight of his armor doesn't seem to slow him down. He could be more nimble without it. He hits the hurdles with more gusto than ever before closing the distance behind him. "HAH!" He shouts with each hurdle successfully navigated.

Strike that, Martinique did NOT leave the course--she got up, dusted herself off, and kept going. To whatever the V-logs are, which she managed to strugge through with a great deal of huffing and puffing, and then to the higher hurdles. These are a bit more difficult than the lower ones, at least for the not-impressively-tall Martinique, and she ends up tripping over a couple of them in the course of the jumps.

Tove claps softly for Kritr and his triumphs over all the things. There's something to her expression and clapping that seems to imply it's only as it should be. Endure fellow Northerner. A brief cheer of "Endure and Excel, Clearlake!" is offered as encouragement.

Desma has left the West Spectator Seating.

Splinter, the golden-eyed osprey have been dismissed.

Kritr checked stamina at difficulty 25, rolling 10 higher.

Macda checked stamina at difficulty 25, rolling 0 higher.

Richard checked stamina at difficulty 25, rolling 0 higher.

Caspian checked stamina at difficulty 25, rolling 4 lower.

Edris checked stamina at difficulty 25, rolling 10 higher.

Martinique checked stamina at difficulty 25, rolling 5 lower.

Martinique has left the West Spectator Seating.

Martinique has joined the The Gauntlet Obstacle Course.

Titus has left the West Spectator Seating.

Comedenti, the Calderan Bearded Vulture leaves, following Titus.

Tesha's writing down notes at this point. It's what she does every gauntlet since she's came to the city. She puts little scores next to the notes. They'd go into a book with the rest of the gauntlet things...eventually.

Akamos checked stamina at difficulty 25, rolling 8 lower.

Caspian stood at the rope a moment, looking up. he wiped his brow before grabbing hold and starting to climb. "Up, up up we go! Glory awaits my friends! Glory and drinks!!" he grits his teeth then, his ankle burning to much to use his feet he is forced to muscle up the rope. one third, his arms and chest burned. two thirds.. he felt the fire raging.. and he couldn't hold on. his arms had decided that they were not paid enough for this, and his grip slipped. he fell, hitting the ground hard and laying there a moment. he coughed, sat up and began to clap and cheer. "Well done my friends well done!!"

It was the rope that defeated Kritr lasst time. This time he is ready for it, each time he lifts himself he wraps the rope around his hand making it impossible to fall, at least impossible without amputating his fingers. Here the armor helps. The locking grips of his gauntlets serving to avoid both strain and ropeburn on the way back down. He does let out a roar of success when he slaps the top bar and drops back to the ground. "RAAAHHHH!"

Akamos is not doing well! Nope, but he's grunting and still pressing on, even if it is from way back in the rear. He was knocked flat on his rump a few times and he even fell off the rope! Now he's a big, muscular, filthy mess but he carries on to the end.

Huff, huff. Oof. "Motherless f..." It's slow going, but Macda is making progress up that blasted rope. Like a foul-mouthed worm. "Alright-- I might be buying - ouch! - second round."

Tove's attention has been diverted from her seatmates to the spectacle below, namely her kinsman. "Splendid."

Alright, just one last test--a rope climb. Glorious. Nobody likes these in training, so of course they'd be an obstacle here. Still, Martinique runs for the rope, then leaps up to grab it and start hauling herself upwards. She doesn't quite make it to the top however, before her grip starts to fail. Rather than simply drop, she falls partway, using gloves and leathers to protect herself, before moving to the end of the course, out of breath, and looking not entirely pleased with herself.

There is a gleam in Edris' eyes as he spies the final obstacle--the rope. Rather suspiciously for one bearing an Oathlands sigil, Edris climbs hand over hand as if he is used to mountaineering, trying to catch some of the time he'd lost eating spring grass at the tall hurdles. Perhaps a snack did him some good though, because he's gaining on Kritr fast, and not assuming that he'll best the Northern lord. Indeed, as Kritr pulls ahead, it's Richard he's trailing, just a length behind. "Well done!" he cheers for the competitors before him, and then a hearty "You can do it!" for those still making their rush.

The final obstacle relies and pure strength, and the strain of it shows in Richard's expression as he climbs. Sweat pours across his face, and his hands threaten to slip, but the tight grip of his legs around the rope hold him steady as he inches upwards, finally reaching up to bang the gong. His ears were already ringing so it takes him until he slides back to the ground, breathing hard, before he sees Kritr having finished ahead of him. "Well done, my lord," he huffs between attempts to get his breath. "Well done," repeated to the others, as he braces himself to straighten.

Kritr offers Richard his forearm to clasp. "Thank you. Not the best run. I think that belongs to... Luca Grayson maybe. Last time I did this, he was the victor anyway."

Mailys stood to applaud Kritr's win from her seat in the stands. Richard and Edris close in behind and her clapping lingers for the three. Impressive!

There's no hesitation; Richard reaches out to complete the arm clasp with Kritr. "I have some work to do, then," he states, apparently completely seriously.

Desiree claps and cheers from her seat for those who have competed. "Bravo, bravo!" Then she notes to just any random person sitting next to her. "The top three were so close. What an exhilarating event!"

After everyone one whom wanted to try running The Gauntlet Obstacle course as gone Terese moves to speak once more. "Anyone whom wishes to challenge each other to a friendly spar is welcome to while Lady Isabeau takes time to tally up tonight's scores. I shall announce the winners soon," she says and seems busy talking to the Duchess but still observant of any people whom might spar for fun.

Edris offers first a warrior's clasp to Kritr, and then to Richard. "My lords. An excellent run." Much of the reserve has faded in the glow of the moment, as he catches his breath, and assists others up if they need it, and offering similar clasps of the hand to those who finish the final rope once they drop to the ground.

Aconite claps and cheers for the finalists but the Whisper looks around and then smiles, "Lady Wyrmgard, I look forward to seeing you soon. Lady Clearlake." She dips her head, "Please excuse me." And Aco dissapears through the exit.

Aconite has left the West Spectator Seating.

Briar, the fleet and agile shrike, Alejandro, a gravely sober middle-aged Torean leave, following Aconite.

Splinter, the golden-eyed osprey have been dismissed.

Caspian takes edrus's assistance in getting up and smiles, "Thank you my lord! You made an excellent run, most impressive! you should be very proud!" he favor's his ankle slightly as he smiles warmly

Tove inclines her head at Aconite's passing her by before she sets back in her seat. "Quite the competition down there. A knightly occurance no doubt. Perhaps I shall see about joining the healer rotation here to keep my skills sharp."

Richard's brow lifts briefly. A friendly spar after /that/ gruelling event? He looks like he might be considering it, before Edris distracts him, and he clasp's the man's arm, too. "Lord Richard Wyvernheart," he introduces himself.

Ailys stands up and applauds as Princess Macda finishes the course out. "None greater than Grayson!" She's nothing if not committed. But still, "Excellent displays from everyone and no broken bones."

Tesha gives a round of applause for those that ran and then quiets back down. The stormy eyed redhead was just going to watch folks spar for now.

Kritr introduces himself to Edris as well. "Krit Clearlake. You're a ranger and a knight?" He asks Edris.

Macda's dimples deepen around her grin, as she turns from congratulating the other competitors to raise her hand to her cheering squad. Family's the best!

Terese "Before I announce the Winner I did want to also take a moment to speak about Heart in Hand the charity I wished to feature tonight. Their mission is to improve the lives of those in Arx and Arvum by creating a place for volunteers and donors can come together and share expertise to be effective or what have you," Terese says taking her spot once more at the Podium as any duels are happening of finishing. "If you wish to make any offer of help please speak with Duchess Isabeau Telmar," she states. "Krit Clearlake was or champion tonight and I wish to present a very generous donation tonight by Duke Michael. One Voucher to Audgrim's Leather shop worth 100,000 silver at Audgrim's Leathers, to purchase anything from his regular catalogue for that sum. It can be divide up into several items for the money. Return the voucher to Audgrim Veilandir as proof of purchase," she explains. "For anyone else who came close good job by our failures we also learn, Thank you all so much for being here with me to honor and celebrate Knights of all shapes and sizes," she finalizes for now.

"Thank you, Caspian Wild," Edris replies to Caspian. "Having such excellent competitors truly pushed me beyond what I thought I could do. Do you need aid in getting to one of the healers?" he asks. As Kritr and Richard introduce themselves, the Elwood knight offers a chivalrous bow. "Lord Krit, Lord Richard. An honor to meet you both. Your words were something to take to heart also, Lord Krit. I hope that perhaps there will be an order of knights for the North someday--as a lad I would have aspired to that as well. Lord Edris Elwood," he introduces himself. And though he bears an Oathlands name, there's no little cadence and accent of the North in his words. WHen the prize is announced, Edris' face lights with pleasure. "Ah, a wonderful prize, Lord Krit. Sir Audgrim's work is the best in the city."

The line has been dismissed by Terese.

Martinique bows once the princess has finished speaking. "Thank you Princess for holding the event. And to the rest of you as honorable competition." She states to the others. With that, she will exit the competition area, and quietly make her leave; enough excitement for one evening.

Martinique has left the The Gauntlet Obstacle Course.

Caspian clicks his tongue with a grin, "See that, learn from our failures. I think i can be considered an Academy by now." he grins and then puts his hands to his lips and gives a loud cheer. "HUZZAH! Well done one and all!"

Caspian looks to edris and shakes his head, "no no.. just a sprain. i'll be fine to get around. thank you though!"

Kritr wrinkles his nose in confusion. "There was a prize?" He asks in wondermaent. He doesn't hesitate to claim it, but it's clear that he had no expectations of even success much less a reward.

Hearing that Michael donated such a generous gift makes Tesha's eyebrow perk up, but then she smiles, the Duke of Bisland was a good porttrait of a Knight these days. She gives another round of applaus after Terese has spoken and announced winners.

Tove rises from her seat and offers another congratulatory clap for those that won and the rest that lost. Then she makes her way out of the Gauntlet and towards home.

Tove has left the West Spectator Seating.

Beaming her approval at Terese, Isabeau dips her head, "Of course. And it is utterly appropriate that the prize be made by one of Telmr's Knights."

Alis has left the East Spectator Seating.

Sir Rhys, a Valardin Knight, Laurene, a military adjutant, 10 Valardin Knights leave, following Alis.

Richard, too, casts a critical physician's eye over Caspian, but the man probably knows his own body better than anyone. With a bow towards the two hosts, he seeks to find a towel and water.

Caspian grabs some water and takes a drink, then smile and calls out.

"Today we run and climb the wall
Scale the rope and pray we dont fall!

We leap the hudrlses and jump from the logs
We run and gasp till our voice sounds like frogs!

Here at this time, we all are victorious
For giving our best is what is meritorious!

So as we gasp for air and gather our sense
Lets remember the knights, our valliant defense"

Ailys unfolds herself from her seat and shakes out her aeterna skirts. "Better get back to the Mansion. Max has been out too long." She gently touches the back of the tamarin monkey on her shoulder and makes her way out towards the city center.

Edris has left the The Gauntlet Obstacle Course.

Louiselle, a liver-and-tan sleuth hound leaves, following Richard.