Arriving with arms interlocked of his cousin Fatima, Prince Victus strides side by side the exotic woman into Valardin's manor. Respectfully leaving his entourage of a dozen strong men just outside the doorway. Those ebony eyes of his dance about the room with all the gathered guests with no shortage of unsubtle curiosity. Marian and Edain especially catch his eyes first and each are greeted with a predatory grin that shines with the glint of his teeth. Another nod is sent toward Abbas and his siblings who arrive just behind them. "Shall we?" He asks of his cousin as they move to sit at the Honor Table, the High Lord having brought his own bottle of rum to enjoy the festivities.

Silas has joined the Honor Table.

Aleksei has joined the Main Floor.

Ugarte arrives, following Fortunato.

Fortunato has joined the Main Floor.

Cristoph has joined the Cavalier Table.

Fergus Redrain, Sword of Farhaven, is currently standing in the middle of the main floor, having been asked to be the 'referee' of the his fight. Standing in his armor, a hand idly taps at the pommel of Demonslayer strapped to his hip. Occasionally, he'll spare glances from one side to the other, visually checking in on Marian, and then Roland. The man waits for the pair of them of them to be prepared to get this throw-down going.

Edain stands at the head of the Vow, where Marian and Roland both wait to begin. He is dressed in his normal, slightly archaic fashion, but it is clear this is more serious because he is wearing the Valardin Coronet for a time.

Alarissa had entered early, walking beside one Gawain Blanchard. Time to change and get into something more appropriate than what one strolls down a beach for. A glance around the room, to those she knows and family, to Marian and Edain and a puzzled glance to Victus - and subsequent dip of her head - before she's steering away from where family may sit and taking up a seat elsewhere, and sit quietly.

Aureth has joined the Main Floor.

The Vow filled with onlookers, trying to catch a glance at the two fighters who will be facing off this evening. Princess Marian Valardin, the current Sword of Sanctum, who is marrying into House Redrain so she must pass her mantle on to another. Sir Roland Bergere, who recently defeated Tuscak Iron Foot in a trial by combat. Rumors have been running through court that Roland was Marian's chosen successor for the Sword. It appears that Marian wants Roland to prove himself in a Rite of Gloria before she hands him the legendary Oathbinder.

Marian stands in her white leather dragon armor looking every bit the Sword as she stands there before the crowd. She gives nod to nobles as they look her way, a solemn expression is on her face. She reaches behind her and pulls Oathbinder and then lays it in her hands, turning around to address her liege, Prince Edain Valardin, on bended knee, "On this day, I turn over the sword, Oathbinder, to House Valardin." She reaches out and hands the sword over to Edain as she holds it above her head, "But before I turn over my title as Sword of Sanctum, I wish to perform a Rite of Gloria with Sir Roland Bergere." She looks up at Edain to watch his response.

Fatima gives everyone polite smiles when she comes to the Valardin Ward. Not very brusque like the rest of her kinsman the young eurusi woman navigated through the teeming masses of commoners who were hoping for a peek at the match. Peering around with those seafoam green eyes, Fatima gives a respectful nod of her head to the High Lord and his family. Also throwing curious glances to the likes of Saedrus, Silas, and Gawain. Though those eyes never linger too long to be considered rude. "Of course cousin, lead the way and I shall follow." As if nothing else should be expected of her. Taking her seat at the Honor Table, Princess Fatima smirks at Victus' bottle of rum. Looking over to Silas and smiling brightly to him. "Lord Commander?"

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Fortunato takes a seat on the main floor, his canvas-bound board across his knees, his graphite already active. He appears to be watching the crowd as much as the arena.

Hana Grayhope makes her way in, taking up a position to one side of the crowd as she prepares to watch. Familiar faces -- Fortunato, Aureth, Aleksei, even Roland -- all receive a bright smile and a wave in greeting, as she takes up her seat.

The little dark-eyed vixen arrives in a swirl of scarlet silks with a smile on her lips and a glint in her eyes. It seems the the little Velenosan princess is keen to watch the festivities unfold. A bright and beautiful smile is offered to those she knows and warm but polite nods to those she does not as she sweeps through the area with a smooth and easy gait, dark shining eyes seeking a place to settle offers excellent view and fine company.

Cristoph arrives, slipping in amongst the others and choosing a spot that gives him a clear view of the impending duel. He's curious and his dance from Marian to Roland and then Edain.

Valencia claims this (and will one day remember to add her name) =P

Sebastian is a little less than steady and seems perhaps somewhat inebriated already and the match has not yet begun when he arrives with his siblings, Abbas and Juliana. Noticing Fortunato there on the main floor, he studies him for a moment or two, waving a bit to the man on his way past.

Saedrus arrives, fittingly, he's dressed in shades of blue silk, with polished riding boots and his hair half up in a bun at the back of his head with a single, ornate steel hairpin. The Whisper moves with graceful steps to the main floor, evergreen eyes casting a glance to those present, catching Fatima's looks with a small smile before spying Fortunato and deciding that general area seemed the place to settle.

Saedrus has joined the Main Floor.

Alis is seated quietly in the alcove, a solemn expression on her face while everyone gathers. The scales of her gauntlets rustle against each other in a metallic clink while she adjusts her knight's robes, and then does her best not to fidget. Instead a slow sigh will escape and her expression solidifies into that of s stoney faced sentinel, just watching.

Qaali somehow sidles in. She's had a good scrubbing, and makes her way to a place reserved for those of lower rank. The sheer assortment of nobles and higher rep folk is daunting.

Aleksei bounds in looking like he expects to be running a bit late. When it becomes clear that matters haven't /quite/ started, he slows a bit, smoothing a hand down the front of his white, Archlector longcoat. He clears his throat and sidles over to the sidelines of the main floor, flashing a smile to the likes of Fortunato, Aureth, and Saedrus there.

Silas arrives with a couple of guardsmen, intent to watch two well-known knights duel. He moves to join one of the tables instead of opting to stand, gesturing for his retinue to join him. His curious blue eyes alight upon the duelists, then the individuals milling around. Alis is given a casual wave when she's spotted in the corner of his eye, and he turns towards the other occupants of the table: Fatima and Victus. The corners of his lips tug into a friendly smile. "Hello, Princess Fatima." Victus is given a respectful nod. "Prince Victus."

Aureth looks composed and even elegant in the long sweep of his longcoat as he angles through the onlookers. His pale gaze hunts for Roland's familiarly stalwart figure as Marian addresses herself to the High Lord. Finding him, he pauses on his way to joining the others to murmur something very quietly to him, and possibly to shake his hand even.

Fortunato waggles little graphite-waves toward Hana, Sebastian, and Saedrus in turn, his eyes inquisitive-bright, a bit darting. But past this acknowledgement, looks like he'll be subdued and quiet even in gesture. Study, study.

Gawain has joined the Cavalier Table.

Roland waits quietly near Edain and Marian, his helm beneath his arm. He seems to watch the crowd as it arrives, steady and patient, save for a moment when he spots someone and momentarily brightens to see them. When Marian speaks, though, his full attention goes to her, and subsequently to Edain.

The Warlord of Thrax arrives and he wears steel armor. An axe hangs from his belt. He arrives with his Pravus siblings and has an arm around Sebastian. They may have been in their cups already. The two men hold bottles of rum. And the trio make their way to find a place to watch the event. Abbas wears a shit-eating grin.

The Prince of Sanctum steps forward and says, "We are here today to watch two of the greatest warriors of the oathlands test their skill against one another. To honor Gloria, who gave us chivalry, and the code that guides our blades to be tools of honor, that protect peace, not to be what rends it assunder." He looks between Marian and Roland, "I do not know two more honorable souls in all of the land I do not know. Princess Marian Valardin, sister in soul if not in blood. Sir Roland Bergere, selfless knight who has ever stood over the weak and defended them. They are both the Dragon's that people pray will come when their days are the darkest. Now here in the Vow, before Gloria, and before your peers, show us your prowess and your honor." And he steps back so the fighters may begin.

Juliana has joined the Honor Table.

"I am honored, Your Grace, to stand before you and those watching, to represent House Valardin in this Rite to Gloria," Roland bows very carefully and respectfully to Edain before grinning quickly at Marian, "By your leave, Your Highness. I am ready when you are."

Marian hands Oathbinder to Edain for his safekeeping and then turns to Roland, "I am ready Sir Roland. I pray to Gloria that you are ready to take my title." She gives him a solemn bow and then unsheaths her curved shortsword. The sun glints off her armor as she eyes her competition, the crowd becoming nothing more than background as her vicious green eyes size him up.

Marian wields a wickedly curved shortsword with a bloodstained hilt.

"This is a Rite of Gloria, so this will be no fight to first blood." Fergus declares, addressing the pair once Edain has given his approval, and then to the crowd gathered as a whole. "You're both aware of the rules, so I ain't gonna fucking lecture either of you on it. I'm just here to make sure the two of you don't end up killing each other." The burly Redrain looks between the pair of them. "Both of you, when you're both ready. And good fucking luck, eh?" He then backs away, keeping an eye on the fight, but given them plenty of space to have at it.

Roland wields Lady Sandrine, an alaricite longsword.

Roland wields cedar-hafted steel mace named 'Thumper'.

Marian takes moderate damage.

Ferrando has joined the Main Floor.

Sebastian has joined the Honor Table.

For a battle to be Sword, it's probably a little weird that Roland chooses to fight with a mace -- but that's what he does, entrusting his sheathed sword proper to Aureth to hold while he fights. Once they're ready, he nods shortly to Marian and then begins, moving with swift, precise movements -- here, catching a blow on the haft of his mace, then swinging it around quickly for a short jab at the Valardin princess' side.

Marian is used to her opponents wielding swords against her, and as she starts to adjust to Roland's style, she takes a blow to the side from the skilled warrior. She gives Roland a smile to let him know he did good. Then a shake of the head as she starts to tighten her weak areas.

Aureth sits with Roland's sheathed blade angled up against his chest, hilt tucked to his shoulder as the alaricite length in its sheath angles down across his torso, and watches with avidity in his gaze as the duel is joined.

Fergus hangs back, watching the fight continue with a careful, walking a slow circle while the other two go at each other. The scarred up Redrain keeping eye for any fight-halting injuries, but he doesn't really expect something like that. Not usually, anyways.

Marian takes minor damage.

Roland takes minor damage.

Alba, a curt courier arrives, delivering a message to Fatima before departing.

Abbas has joined the Honor Table.

Alba, a curt courier arrives, delivering a message to Fatima before departing.

Roland lets out a soft hiss as Marian penetrates his defense -- it's not a deep wound, but he feels it, and grows momentarily more cautious before swinging his mace once more. The head of the weapon moves fast enough that the air whistles around it, and when it strikes metal -- be it sword or armored body -- it cracks. "Swiftly struck, Your Highness!"

"Not so bad either Sir Roland," Marian tells him as she winces as another glancing blow gets through my defenses. She watches him get more guarded and starts to work harder to get through his armor and the success brings a smile to her face.

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

Marian takes minor damage.

Roland fights more tightly with a mace than with a sword -- there are fewer lunges with a blunt instrument, certainly. Instead, he keeps the circle of the weapon's reach close to him, wielding it with powerful short swings of his shoulders and arms. The longer the two combatants dance, though, the more there is effort to the doing, and a faint gleam of sweat darkens his brow, even as he manages to score another touch upon the quick-footed princess.

Marian is starting to sweat as his mace pounds into her again. There's a hardening of her jaw that shows the stubborness of the current Sword of Sanctum. Yes, she's making Roland work for it, but she's still not getting in enough blows. She's a growl under her breath, smiling as at least he's looking more winded than her. She tries to wear him out, since she's not getting through.

Roland takes minor damage.

Marian takes minor damage.

Rohm the Blackguard arrives, following Caelis.

It's a slugfest; Roland gets another minor touch, managing to keep Marian at bay, but clearly there is a point where the Valardin knight will be too tired to dodge out of the Princess' way. They are not yet there, but certainly it must be coming.

Marian has joked in the past that Roland is a meat shield, and she's finding just how true that is. While she managed to strike him three times, only one of her blows made it through to damage him. Yes, she taking damage here and there to get those blows in but she's still outpacing the bigger man. Her footwork is still light as she strikes him.

Roland takes minor damage.

Marian takes moderate damage.

Caelis has joined the Quiet Alcove.

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

Roland grunts as he does a quick reversal, swinging with a backhanded blow that that catches Marian -- but the effort is costing him, and his breath comes more swiftly now, and for all that he seems for a moment as if he were to say something, instead he keeps to himself, saving his breath for the fight and not for the banter.

Marian is starting to get tired, just like Roland and the blows are now striking more true but not enough to cause either much damage until Roland lands a solid hit to her torso and she feels the ribs crack under his blunt weapon. She hisses in pain, and keeps steady on her feet. She's not done yet and they exchange a few more brutal blows.

Marian checked stamina, willpower + survival at difficulty 52, rolling 3 higher.

Marian remains capable of fighting.

Fergus starts to take a more focused gaze onto the fight, watching from body language that one of them is going to fall over. When he sees Marian start to wobble on her feet, he moves into the fray separate the pair of them. "Alright! That's enough!" he bellows between them, two big arms being used to push them apart. "The Rite is finished!"

With another grunt, Roland sees his opening -- just that, a small gap in the princess' defenses, likely brought on by favoring her side -- and he swings hard, mace cracking against the Valardin Sword's side.

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

Marian takes the mightly crack to her ribs that can be heard as Marian takes a blow that would drop most men. She growls as Fergus steps in and yells for them to stop the rite. As much as the princess would love to keep going and some how recover the ground she has lost, she coughs up a little blood and then wheezes, "I yield..." She turns to Prince Edain to see if the Rite of Gloria has been performed to satisfaction.

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

Roland honest to goodness drops his mace the minute Marian yields, pulling off his helm and saying urgently, "Your Highness, are you all right? Gods, I didn't mean to strike so hard --" He halts as she looks to Edain, doing the same, and looks between Fergus and Marian with a distressed and very worried expression.

While Edain goes and does his High Lordly thing and passing judgement on the fight, Fergus is letting Marian lean on him if she needs, giving a whistle for a healer or Mercy or whoever to come up and take a look over them. Is there a Doctor in the house? But he does spare Roland an approving nod. "You did fucking good, lad." he grunts, then looking at Marian. "You picked right, darlin'." A headshake back at Roland. "Shit, lad, she would've been pissed if you *didn't* hit her as hard as you could. Speak from experience on that one. Don't fucking hold back with this one."

Henrik arrives, delivering a message to Fatima before departing.

"Fear not, Sir Roland. You have probably made Princess Marian quite happy, as perverse as it sounds... and what he said." Alis gestures towards Fergus. "I'll see if Sophie is nearby, so she can tend to the injuries." Which is when she signals for one of the messengers, and then sits back down in her alcove seat next to Caelis.

Abbas has left the Honor Table.

6 Thrax Guards have been dismissed.

Marian doesn't lean on Fergus, and she doesn't respond to Roland. As the blood bubbles up and stains her lips, she keeps an eye on her liege to see what he says. While there are no obvious cuts on her body, it's clear the crushing blows have cracked a rib and potentially pierced a lung if her hard breathing is any indication.

Juliana has left the Honor Table.

Rosemerta leaves, following Juliana.

Silas looks away from his conversation at the table he occupied to find the duel over and Marian much worse for wear. He'd cheer if he wasn't -slightly- concerned - instead he raises his hands to applaud the apparent and apologetic victor.

Silas is overheard praising Roland for: Well done! A worthy winner.

It's questionable that Sophie ever has a day off. Perhaps she instinctively knew near-fatal hijinks were on the entertainment program for the day, which brought her home just in time to be intercepted before she could face plant in bed. Regardless, she's ushered in, foregoing her usual cordial smiles and good cheer, instead making her way immediately to Marian. If the injuries are bad (they are), the Mother Mercy gives no indication of such. "Come," she instructs in a gentle tone that nonetheless contains command, "let us see you righted before Fergus is made a widower before he is even a husband." Slightly cheeky bedside manner? Check.

Silas is overheard praising Marian for: A gracious fighter!

Marian is overheard praising Roland for: For showing he's worthy to take his place as the Sword of Sanctum.

And the fight that became a slugfest comes to an end as Princess Marian yields. The Prince of Sanctum steps forward to meet both of the warriors. "Today you both honored the virtues of Gloria, and the Virtues of the Valardin."

He kneels next to Marian and places a hand on her shoulder, "Princess Marian, you took up Oathbinder in the middle of blood and chaos as our enemies tried to whip out our line. And Oathbinder in hand you pushed back the darkness. You show'd them they were right to fear the light. You have protected my families honor ever since. No matter where your heart takes you Princess Marian, we will always be your family and you will always be welcome here."

He leans over and murmurs something to her and then stands to face Roland. "Sir Roland, ever since I first met you it was clear that duty was not just something you learned. It was part of who you are. You have ever selflessly been the bulwark that stands to defend those that cannot defend themselves. You are great warrior because you know how to draw strength from humility, perserverance and devotion. There are few that are as qualified to suceed Princess Marian as the Sword of Sanctum."

Edain takes Oathbinder and lays the blade across his arms. Offering the hilt to Roland. "This is Oathbinder. It is no gift from the elves, but it is a blade that has been wielded in the cause of justice for long before our recorded history. It was carried by Dame Sugan when she lead the armies of the west to Arx to help fight back against the Reckoning. When the Kings and Queens of Sanctum of Old were known as the Hero of the West it is the blade that was raised when they signaled the charge and lead their armies from the front. It is the blade that we carry so that we never forget the anchient Oath that tives the Oathland's it's name. 'As the world endures, we will remember.' We will always answer the call when needed. And with this blade you will be the examplar of what that means. Take up Oathbinder, Sir Roland Bergere, Sword of Sanctum!"

Qaali is stunned among the crowd. She had to peer over the shoulders of clusters of others, but she got enough of a look to be astounded, and then near gasping. Around her, the crowd jibber jabbers like crazy.

Aureth is overheard praising Roland for: The exemplar of the Oathlands!

Aureth is overheard praising Marian for: Well fought. Damn but she can take a hit.

Alis is overheard praising Roland for: To the new Sword of Sanctuml may he always fight with honor.

Fergus is overheard praising Roland for: You earned it, lad.

Fergus is overheard praising Marian for: For not giving an inch. You're still here.

Alis is overheard praising Marian for: For my sister; you exemplify the dragon.

Ferrando is overheard praising Roland for: Way to swing that mace!

Alarissa is overheard praising Marian for: For a good fight

Alarissa is overheard praising Roland for: For proving himself worthy

Sebastian has left the Honor Table.

Edain is overheard praising Marian for: For being the warrior that made the darkness fear the light.

Roland takes a knee before Edain and accepts the sword very gently, almost like one would accept a child, and bows his head. Only those closest to him might catch the very faint glint of tears in his eyes. It's probably just sweat. Manly sweat. He clears his throat and says, "It is my honor and my life, to give service to House Valardin, and to carry this sword in defense of all who owe it fealty and protection. Thank you, Your Grace."

Edain is overheard praising Roland for: For carrying the ideals of the Oathlands on broad shoulders without fear.

Roland is overheard praising Marian for: The boldest and most valiant of warriors I have ever fought!

Marian murmurs softly to Edain before he announces Roland as the new Sword of Sanctum. There is pride for the man that now takes her title. Only once that mantle is passed and Roland accepts it does she collapse into Fergus and lets Sophie tend to her life threatening wounds. There is a peace on her face that was not there before. House Valardin will continue under the protection of Sir Roland Bergere.

Tucked into the alcove at Princess Alis' side, Caelis had slipped in real quiet. She smiles though, at the conclusion of the rite and claps softly.

Hana is overheard praising Marian for: For being so strong she was still standing after that blow!

Fergus is a man of few words while he watches the exchange from one Sword to the new. It makes him thumb the pommel of Demonslayer. And while he might not say anything, he gives glances to Edain, to Marian, and then to Alis. And in that moment, there is a look of almost guilt at taking away a woman the other two hold so dear. But Marian is collasping into him and he picks her up, looking to Sophie at where to guide him.

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

Alis thinks of it more like Fergus is giving her one more person to add to her list of people to troll with love. Sorry buddy, you're stuck with them all now. "Congratulations, Sir Roland. I am certain you will fill your new role with honor. Just as Princess Marian has." Her lips purse at the woman's stubborness in waiting until that last moment to let Sophie come tend to her. She covers her worry well, but a glimpse of it is there before she turns to speak quietly to Caelis again.

"Thank you, Princess Alis," Roland answers. Without his helmet on, it's easy to see how much he's blushing at all the cheering and attention, too. He clears his throat again and rises, still carrying Oathbinder carefully, before he glances back over the crowd to awkwardly wave to some of his friends there.

There had been more then a few worried looks from Saedrus throughout -- or worried, not-looking as the case had been, there is a smile for the well-won victor, Roland as well. It seems Saedrus is on his way out, though. Moving from the main floor on his way to leave there is a final worried little look cast back toward Marian before it's a wash of silk in motion and he's gone.

Fortunato tucks canvas-bound board under his arm and stands to applaud, before inclining a deep nod to both participants and quietly departing.

Fortunato has left the Main Floor.

Ugarte leaves, following Fortunato.

Saedrus has left the Main Floor.

Alarissa starts to stand, now that the rite is over, seeming to make her apologies to the pair sitting there before starting to quietly and unobtrusively slip out and head for the exit.

It would seem that Sophie has experience in guiding people in what she needs them to do to assist her. So it is that she leads and instructs Fergus as to how to be of most benefit while she tends to Marian's injuries. Armor is stripped, bones are maneuvered, and muscles are massaged. Even so, there is only so much even a skilled healer can do. Whatever can be done, though, is done. "You'll live, although there might be a few moments in the coming days when you'll wish it was under much better circumstances. It's never pleasant when even breathing hurts." It's noted with a hint of humor and an abundance of warmth.

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

Aureth smiles as he rises to his feet, hoisting the sheathed weapon he has been holding against his shoulder. He upnods to Roland, but hesitates before swarming him, surrounded as he is by those congratulators closer to his new post.

Marian lays there and lets Sophie tend to her, wincing as the armor is removed to review the dark bruises that are already forming under her undershirt. She feels the bones being set and hisses in pain, gripping Fergus' hand tightly. She nods as Sophie warns her there's only so much she can do. Marius murmurs to them in a low voice while the others congratulate Roland in his victory, "Aye, I can already feel the pain." She stops herself from laughing because it's just too painful.

Hana moves to slip out as well, nodding respectfully to the various nobles she passes.

Vladimir leaves, following Hana.

Roland wields House Valardin Oathbinder Longsword.

When Alarissa stands to leave, Gawain does as well- and while the knight -will- follow her out, he gives her a moment, so it's not so obvious that he's doing as such.

Fergus kneels down next to Marian while Sophie does her healing thing, watching with a studious eye, even if the grip on his hand from his fiance makes him grunt slightly. "You did good, Mari." he rumbles, nodding once. "Valardin is in good hands with Roland, I'd say. If he can take you in a fight, he can take fucking anybody." He leans down a little, to say something a little more privately to her.

Standing at the head of the Vow, Edain says, "I want to thank everyone who came to bear witness to this sacred rite. May the gods bless you all!" And that said he fades back into the background and allows people to mill about, and lets Princess Sophie tend to Marian and Roland and generally he stays out of the way for a bit.

Roland breaks away from well-wishers with an awkward but affable smile and heads towards Aureth; the Archlector is holding his other sword, after all! He lowers his voice to say something to the other man and grins a bit.

Victus gets a narrow strip of leather fastened with a silver sea serpent accented with blood red garnet from a simple delivery pouch - RETURN TO SAMEERA.

Victus gets a wide silver hair cuff etched with a kraken touched with black diamond from a simple delivery pouch - RETURN TO SAMEERA.

Victus gets A glass bottle filled with a dark spiced rum from a simple delivery pouch - RETURN TO SAMEERA.

When Roland approaches Aureth, Aleksei is quick to offer the man a bright grin. "Hey, man, congratulations! Well-fought. That last hit was brutal."

Alarissa has left the Cavalier Table.

Gawain has left the Cavalier Table.

Maxene, Camille, Gawain leave, following Alarissa.

Fergus has rolled a critical success!
Fergus checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 0 higher.

Roland has joined the Main Floor.

Fatima gives everyone a respectful bow as she loops her arm through Victus's own and waits for him to depart. "Thank you all for allowing us to witness such a glorious Rite. Your new Sword couldn't have fought better and he did it with style." Though her eyes quickly look filled with a bit of somberness. "I hope the Princess Marian makes a quick recovery. Farewell all." With that she simply waits for Victus to finish his conversation before they leave.

Aureth claps Roland hard on the shoulder and squeezes just a little. He returns the sword he holds with a little laugh on his breath and says lightly, "That was a hell of a hit."

Fatima has left the Honor Table.

Victus has left the Honor Table.

12 Thrax Elite Guards, Crow - Thraxian Steward, Lilybelle - Fluffy Maine Coon leave, following Victus.

Victus leaves, following Fatima.

Silas stands from his seat at the table, and moves over towards the duelists. Not close enough to swarm, but close enough to be heard. He makes no effort to hide how impressed he was at Roland's performance, especially after having faced the fierce Marian in combat in a melee once himself! "Well done, both of you. I know fine swordsmanship when I see it. It was a fine way to spend the evening." After paying his praises and compliments, he moves to depart from the area, en route to his manor.

Sophie is no sadist. Part of the job is administering a painkiller before she gets to work. Even so, that will take a while to kick in. "I fear you'll feel it for a while. I can give you something more potent, if you feel like being knocked out the next few days." A glance to Fergus, then, the corners of her mouth just a touch wry, reflected in her blue eyes. "Bed rest. And I mean rest."

Rising, Caelis smiles to Alis at the Alcove and starts to walk over to say hello to Edain. She wanders over and bows. "Good evening, your Grace. Seems you've found a fine replacement for your Sword. That was a wonderful Rite."

"Sophie..." Marian tells her in a strained voice as she waits for the pain killer to kick in, "I have a wedding to plan and an obstacle course to run." She gives her fiance a smile because she knows he's not going to let her do anything while she's like this. It looks like she's going to be following orders, "But I will rest...for a few days."

"You also have a lung that you don't want punctured," Sophie kindly quips, taking the concession of a few days' rest as a great victory. Considering the Mother Mercy's stubborn-ass family, it just might be a great victory.

Edain smiles to Sophie, Marian and Fergus and offers, "Plenty of Orange Juice, maple cakes and pine needle tea and you will be right as rain in just a couple of days!" Edain says encouragingly.. even if he is already shrinking a bit away from the 'Your not helping!' face he's about to get from Sophie.

Silas has left the Honor Table.

Good Ansel the pocket-sized dog arrives, delivering a message to Alis before departing.

Caelis has left the Quiet Alcove.

"I'll see that she gets it." Fergus grunts to Sophie, then eyeballing Marian, as if he will make sure she does just that. "She'll be ready for her little fucking party with all the ladies an shit. Feel like this is becoming second nature to me by this point."

Edain approaches the Alcove to check on his sister, and her company, Lady Caelis. As Caelis starts to leave he bows, "Thank you for keeping my sister company during the match."

Good Ansel the pocket-sized dog arrives, delivering a message to Alis before departing.

Bow made, Caelis lets Edain get to the business of Highlording, a soft smile at the mention of pine needle tea. "Any time. I'm happy to spend time with Princess Alis. Your Grace." She answers to his thanks and turns, clasping her fingers behind her as she ambles out.

Rohm the Blackguard leaves, following Caelis.

Marian reaches up and lightly touches his cheek, "Take me home." She is weary and in need of bed rest. The pain killer is starting to kick in and her eyes are starting to droop. She looks as if she's about to drift off, "I need to get to bed." She gives Sophie a smile to let her know that she's grateful for everything she does.

Alis writes her messages, rolls her eyes at whatever Arn is sending her. Because would it be an Arn message otherwise? And then, she gives those gathered a polite nod before turning to her brother to answe his quiet question.

Fergus gives Marian a vaguely unsure look. "Ah...your room. Or my room?"

Does Sophie make such a face at her Highlord cousin? If she does, perhaps it is so well practiced that it is psychically issued behind a fondly beleaguered look of 'oh, Edain.' Deadpan, she quips to Fergus, "No fucking at all for a while." No, that's not what he meant, but she's not about to refuse the gift that was the verbal opening he gave her. "Call if you need anything." Perhaps a bit more directed at the Redrain, who is more likely to actually call than the patient. That relayed, a warm smile and a light, reassuring press of palm to the former Sword of Sanctum's cheek is offered. "Rest well, Marian." Then, to Fergus, as 'seriously?' look. The closest room, man. Come on, now.

Good Ansel the pocket-sized dog arrives, delivering a message to Alis before departing.

Marian groans softly as she shifts because they're leaving soon, "My room...it's closer." Echoing the thoughts of what Sophie said.

Edain starts a little at Sophie's words, "Princess Sophie! We don't talk about fucking the Vow!" he blinks, "Shit I just said fucking in the vow!"