Black lingers near the pit, not quite entering it. They loom overhead, actually dressed in nothing but simple linens. Their form wherever visible is absurdly cut, musculature rippling and locking into place with the slightest movement.

Poppy beams at Iseulet happily and nods quickly, "Yes. Your cousin Lord Dycard brought me to your birthday party once. I believe it had something to do with cats. I got the most exquisite bottle of perfume from it. Catitude. " Looking at the group of oiled up fighters she murmurs a thank you to the other woman as she appreciates the display, "Think nothing of it. It is my pleasure to aid such an event."

As the time draws near, the Blue Masked fighter is getting more and more jittery. He's punching out in front of him, dancing around, likely wasting a ton of energy... but his slim form seems to have a lot of it. He sizes each fighter up, Scarlet and Black getting stared at for a moment just based on their size, then he's back to dancing around, trying to burn off nerves.

Someone wearing a simple pink mask is already in the pit, stretching to limber up a body that is lean in build and covered with some bad scars! He's wearing a simple linen wrap for modesty but that's all. There is too much leg being shown and he has a prodigal-looking snake tattoo over his left shoulder and bicep. Speech reveals a strange, distinctive Saffron accent. Hooooow mysterious! "This is bound to be an evening of spectacular entertainment! Place your bets now!"

Aconite makes her way l

Aconite enters discreetly and heads for the spectator area. The tall Whisper looks for a spot with a good vantage and chooses the blue lit table before looking at who's also come to watch.

Aconite has joined the small oak table set with a sapphire blue lantern.

Someone wearing a simple rose mask is in the arena, tall and muscular body clad in pants and a simple shirt. a hefty number of scars can be seen on the Man as he stretches and loosens. he scoops up some sand to dust his hands with as he laughs. "betting? you know this means we all need to start swapping masks half way through the competition!"

Poppy remarks bemused, looking at the competitors, "Perhaps you should tell us why we should bet on you. What sets you apart, hmm?"

Someone wearing a simple pink mask cackles at this suggestion from Rose. "One is pink, one is rose, who they are, nobody knows! Does he know his way around these fights, or is somebody gonna punch out his lights?"

Someone wearing a simple yellow mask enters the arena, dressed in nothing more complicated than an umbra tunic-dress that falls to just above the knees. They take care to make sure that they wrap their wrists and fingers first before they start to shadow-punch the air, uncertainly, but full of a kind of confidence that comes with diving - last minute - headfirst from heights without fear. "Don't bet on me. That's for damn sure."

When some of the fighters start speaking, the Blue Masked one gravitates in that direction. The silent ones seem to just make his energy spark more. He laughs at the banter between the them, "I wonder if the winning fighter would get a cut of that pool. Who wants to throw the fight so I can win and find out, neh?"

Her face lights up, remembering clearly now. "Ah yes! I miss that man. Going to have to track him down and drag him back..." Iseulet trails off, shaking her head lovingly. Overhearing something about betting, ah yes! She snaps to attention, "Oh yes! The betting! So, in the pot I have placed 250,000 silver crowns. It's 5,000 crowns to pick a fighter. You can only pick one fighter, and one fighter can only be picked once! If your fighter wins, you get 70% of the pot and the fighter gets 30%. If an unselected fighter wins, they will get the entire pot. And, if that isn't enough... The generous tailor and alchemist, Maerigan Nephila, will be donating a spidersilk shirt or dress made to the specifications of the winning fighter."

Someone wearing a simple black mask grips the linen of his torso, lifting it up and over his shoulders. Thickly-muscled pectorals sit over a washboard abdomen, eight rivets of flesh protruding. Azure, gold-rimmed eyes roam, sizing up each masked individual in silence. He idly folds his muscularr arms over his thickly-muscled chest.

"Holy shit, did I hear 250,000 crowns?" The Blue Masked fighter says. He starts bouncing around on the balls of his feet once more. A huge grin is firmly planted on his face. "Now this is gettin' interesting as all blood hell."

Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask looks over to Poppy at her question and shrugs. At the announcement of the prize pool he simply shrugs his shoulders, and just waits.

Talidan, a crotchety old man who shakes his cane, Ferrio, the ferocious ferret with fabulous fur, Sir Loin, The Belligerent Bison arrive, following Nazmir.

Sir Loin, The Belligerent Bison have been dismissed.

Someone wearing a simple rose mask looks to pink and nudges "what is rose but a shade of pink! and what is pick but Rose by another name. clearly we must settle this for there can only be one!"

Someone wearing a simple blue mask stares over at the Rose and Pink. "Are you two forming some kind of an alliance? What's going on over there."

Someone wearing a simple black mask says, in a deep and gravelly baritone finally, "If you bet on me, you'll lose your money." Which is a bit off-putting, considering his size.

Someone wearing a simple green mask bursts in, with long red hair. Half a scarred face...It'd be pretty obvious on who she was, but she smiles and waves nontheless, like no one would know who she was. "Hello,"she greets pleasantly.

Someone wearing a simple pink mask's only answer to Blue's question is an attempt to poke Rose in the ribs. POKE

2 Northern Rangers have been dismissed.

Someone wearing a simple rose mask is poked!!! the horror!

Someone wearing a simple pink mask unrepentant! Laughing! A villain!

"What I lack in true brawling skills, all, I make up for in being spry --" Speaks Yellow from their small corner. "I am also available for making alliances ahead of time. In order to survive. The world out there is cruel, granted, and if you'll gaze upon me you'll recognize in me worthy ally in a fight," they say - talking themselves up.

Someone wearing a simple blue mask just shakes his head and mutters. He points between the two shades of red and stalks back over towards one of the other fighters. Yellow. Yellow is looking for allies. He siddles over that directions.

Someone wearing a simple rose mask walks to the table and picks up a cloth glove just to turn and throw it at pink

Someone wearing a simple green mask blinks. "We're making alliances? I promise not to bite anyone,"she says with a grin.

After a moment, Black rumbles out. "I will allow someone to hide behind me in the fight."

6 Arakkoan Free Guards, Flopio, a soft grey rabbit with huge floppy ears and wild hair, Sunshine, a golden peach blonde palfrey, Councilor Aresea, a perspicacious and persnickety Quartheen woman, Hyde Letterman, a soft-spoken and mild-mannered Arvani gentleman, Goldio, a baby golden long-haired northern bunny with half-lopped ears arrive, following Cassiopeia.

2 Armed Confessors, Angwyn the otter, Mordred, Abner arrive, following Ann.

A tall fellow, slender and without the build of a fighter, makes his way into the secret FIGHT CLUB wearing a mask of a masculine lime green. He stops there and places his hands on his hips... only to realize he is standing in the way when someone tries to enter behind him. "Oh, sorry..." he mumbles. Scoots over. Replaces his hands on hips and fixes a glare on the rest from on high.

Aconite leans on her table and takes in each of the fighters with a tild of her head as she reaches back to pull out her money pouch. She sets it on the table with a soft clink. Then black eyes colored blue by the lamp turn to the Marquessa, "Has the lime green mask been chosen yet?"

Yellow sweeps a bow, welcoming Blue to ally with them, and after they have straightened from the bow -- they wave over Green. "Green, Blue, and Yellow. An alliance of strong, bold colors. This is excellent."

Iseulet runs her tongue over her teeth thoughtfully, "FINE if no one will bet, I certainly will." Eenie, meenie, mineey, mo. "Blue." She claps her hands happily. After she puts down her bottle of course. "Alright alright if you wanna bet you gotta tell me now, we are almost ready to begin. I'll do the rules and by the end of it you ain't betted then.. well. Gotta keep on keepin' on!" For the newcomers, Iseulet is standing at the balcony, being loud as always.

Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask rubs at his face as he waits. He looks towards black. "I'm not hiding behind you."

Someone wearing a simple black mask comments towards Scarlet, "But you'd do well to fight alongside me. With all these alliances...one man or woman will not win the day alone."

Poppy looks over the competition and notices a body she recognises, "I will bet on the man of roses." She teases, "He's so swoon worthy. I just hope he doesn't fall over his own feet."

"Oh, shit, alliances for real," the Saffron-accented pink realizes as Green Yellow Blue get going over there! He looks to Rose! "We can't be without allies! You have got to join with me now!" Pause. "Or fight to the death, it's one or the other. Allies or nemeses."

Someone wearing a simple green mask wrinkles her nose. "I don't hide behind -anyone-." Though she's good-natured in her tone. Serious, but good-natured. Hearing Poppy, the leggy woman squints. "I hope you slip in mud!"

Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask nods his head to black. "You and me versus the world then."

Someone wearing a simple pink mask adds contemplatively, "I think Green is the right bet, here..."

Someone wearing a simple blue mask nods his head towards yellow, smirking slightly as the alliances begin to form before the fight begins. His rangey, oiled and scarred chest hitches up and down as he suppresses a snicker. He stays near Yellow, shifting side to side, smack one hand into the other. Ready to roll.

Someone wearing a simple rose mask blinks in surprise as people ally and looks to pink. "compromise! we shall best everyone and then battle to death! for glory!"

Yellow side-eyes Blue, grins, and they relax into a stance that's making some attempt to mirror some of the other fighters.

Someone wearing a simple pink mask fist bumps Rose. "Your delusional optimism is my favorite thing about you and always will be."

Black drops a single, firm nod to Scarlet. "So be it." He says, seriously.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask slinks along the edges, watching as alliances form, pausing to study the combatants forming up. He pauses near the black and scarlet masks, speaking quietly.

Ann steps in and studies the fighters one by one before she places her bet.

There's an lively expression on her features as Cassiopeia walks into the room with Nazmir, looking curious as she sees the sea of masked fighters. The pair are accompanied by a collection of muscular Arakkoan guards, who are draped in traditional silks. The young woman is looking for a place to sit, not before she's placed a bet. "Pink," she declares so that she can be heard, giving a warm smile over to Isuelet. "I'm excited," she confesses to Nazmir, "I do love watching people pummel each others. Great fun!," she exclaims and considers the room, seeking out some refreshment before they settle in. "I bet Savio and Giorgio are here, now let's see if I can figure them out," she wiggles her eyebrows, loving a little mystery.

Poppy laughs brightly and teases the woman in green. "I bet I will be healing you up first." Regardless, she waves to her friend, "Good luck."

Someone wearing a simple green mask grins at pink. "I didn't know I was delustional. More like smart!" She blows up that fist bump and wiggles her fingers as she bows. Playfully. Hearing CAssiopeia, there's a wave to her too.

Someone wearing a simple black mask grunts, nodding his head for some reason.

Slipping into the room alongside of Cassiopeia, Nazmir is turning his attention about the area, letting his gaze wander and then linger a moment before it's darting back over in the way of his companion, a quick smile tugging to his lips in the process, "There is a certain delight in watching such things, isn't there? Especially when one is in no danger themselves." Casting his look back about, he's taking in the fighters a moment before his lips are curving into a quick grin, "You're probably right. Care to guess which ones?"

Someone wearing a simple blue mask is still bouncing on his feet, slapping fist into hand. He whispers at Yellow quietly.

Ann moves over to Iseulet and puts some coins towards Iseulet, "If Scarlet is not betted on that is who I'd like to bet on."

Yellow murmurs something thoughtfully, confidently, to Blue.

She holds up her hands, "Alright, alright... So, no armor. None. So if you have anything even if it's your lucky alaricite panties on, they gotta go. And yes you have to wear a mask if you intend on fighting! There can be only ONE WINNER. So don't get attached to those alliances you're making. When it gets down to it, it's going to be every person for themselves! Now.. Don't give yourself away... A grand demasking will happen at the end of the brawl. Grab some of the special punch and.. well, fighters -- DOWN TO THE PIT WITH YOU!

As for OOC rules!

If you haven't dismissed your animals or retainers, please do so now! Don't want them to get clobbered.

1. Please give a pose to start off what you are looking like in your mask. Are you excited? Out there to fight? Hiding in a corner?

2. To ensure everyone is into the combat, will the BLUE and PINK mask please start the fight, then everyone else can use the command +fight. Viewers may watch the combat with @spectate_combat.

3. Please stay close to your comp that we might move through the combat rapidly. You can pick your target with the 'attack' command. If you are using +autoattack, remember to type 'ready' or 'continue' so that the game isn't delayed by you.

4. Feel free to attack whoever you want, gang up on people, set your stances, etc. Once you are eliminated, please make a pose of what you did in the fight and take off your mask. Feel free to take part in the poses outside the ring, though you might be getting spammed with combat stuff.

5. If a better quality cestus is thrown out during the fight, you are free to pick it up and use it. But you may only pick up ONE. These better quality (steel and HQ steel) cestus are for you to keep!

6. The final winner will be given a ticket to redeem with Maerigan at The Clutter for a spidersilk top. Once the fight is completed, please return the mask and the leather cestus set you got to Iseulet so that we might reuse them. Yes we are going to do this again. Or a variation. Soon! <3

Aco stands to curtsey for the Nobles before settling back at he table which allows her to pay her fee. Once The Whisper has given her fee and rests her arms along the lip of the table as she waits and watches curiously.

6 Arakkoan Free Guards, Flopio, a soft grey rabbit with huge floppy ears and wild hair, Sunshine, a golden peach blonde palfrey, Councilor Aresea, a perspicacious and persnickety Quartheen woman, Hyde Letterman, a soft-spoken and mild-mannered Arvani gentleman, Goldio, a baby golden long-haired northern bunny with half-lopped ears leave, following Cassiopeia.

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

Someone wearing a simple pink mask wields low quality leather knuckle dusters set 9.

Cassiopeia has joined the small oak table set with a sapphire blue lantern.

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

Finding a drink, she plucks it with slender fingers and looks around, "oh there is Aconite, let's go see if she minds us joining her," she nudges Naz and makes her way over the to table. "Hello, so good to see you," she says to Aconite as she looks over at the fight. "This is great fun. I think I've found Savio, but Arakkoans are not known for blending in. We stand out. Our Masquerades are blindfolded," she says though it's hard to know if she is joking. "Mind if we join you?," she asks, taking a sip of her drink.

Poppy peeks around as Cassiopeia, "I am struggling to tell the difference between them all. I know the rose from their scars. And I think Lords Savio and Rufio are in the blue and maybe green?" She bites her lower lip, "It is so hard to tell."

Sccoping up a drink of his own, Nazmir's gaze plays across the fighters, lingering on a couple of them before giving a little nod of his head before he's looking back over towards the table that Cassi begins to head to. Following after, there's a smile given to Aconite, along with an incline of his head, "Greetings." Poppy's comment on the differences has him looking over towards her and he's lifting a hand to give a way, "Hey there!"

Ann quietly finds her seat and waits for the battle to begin. Anyone she recognizes in the audience gets a finger wave.

Aconite stands and to Cassiopeia and Nazmir. "Please do. I would be delighted." Her smile remains warm and wide as she sinks down into her chair once more. "He does have a bit of a tell." Aco agrees once she's seated.

Someone wearing a simple pink mask is out in the ring near his dancing partner Rose, hopping his balance from foot to foot, doing a few little mock punches like he is practicing a great technique! Trained eyes will note he does NOT have a great technique. Repeat, he does NOT. But he has a ludicrous sort of theatre about what he does; this is a man who knows a spotlight. He has a prodigal-looking snake tattoo over his left bicep and shoulder, and he speaks with a weird, distinctive Saffron accent. "Here for a good time, not for a long time!" That's his battle cry. That should tell you something.

Someone wearing a simple rose mask is tall and muscular, his black hair tied back as he wears simple clothes that he seems comfortable in. he is bursting with excitement, a smile on his face as he raises his hands to fight. a soon as the start is given he is off at the nearest fighter that isn't pink with a practiced grace. the man can be seen to be sporting a good number of scars under that shirt. "fight hard and fight well!!"

Someone wearing a simple green mask's scarred face and freckled face is pink with exertion. She smiles as she practically bounces on her toes. Settling, she lifts her fists. Like she's done this before. Often. Way to often.

The one in Yellow laughs, shaking their head - all tightly braided golden-chestnut plaits swinging - and takes a well-balanced stance, focused on the one in the Rose mask.

Iseulet claps enthusiastically as the fight begins and picks back up the bottle of booze to indulge in... "Alright... 3... 2... 1.... FIGHT!"

Iseulet is drinking heavily and walks to a chair over /there/ at /that/ table and pulls back a foot and *kicks* a cestus out into the fray.

Iseulet drops intimidating high quality steel battle gloves.

Someone wearing a simple yellow mask takes intimidating high quality steel battle gloves.

Iseulet is starting to look around again, meandering through those tables to see.. if she can just.. manage to over power these tight pants to bend down and /see/...

Someone wearing a simple gray mask edges around the arena, casting blows, blocking strikes, he grunts when blue connects. Teeth bared he mutters something.

Someone wearing a simple yellow mask drops low quality leather knuckle dusters set 10.

Aco watches from her perch at the blue lit table, chatting quietly with Cassiopeia and Nazmir. She is leaned in but takes the roll of an intesely interested but mute observer.

2 Northern Rangers have been dismissed.

Someone wearing a simple lime mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at easy. Someone wearing a simple lime mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple lime mask remains capable of fighting.

Iseulet Keeps .. looking, "Oh there it is, silly me!" She reaches under a table and finds something stuck there and pulls it out and CHUCKS it into the pit.

Iseulet drops handsome standard steel battle cestus.

Someone wearing a simple pink mask takes handsome standard steel battle cestus.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask hisses as he misses another weapon thrown into the arena, those arrayed against him are getting more and more well armed by the round...

Someone wearing a simple pink mask drops low quality leather knuckle dusters set 9.

Someone wearing a simple pink mask wields handsome standard steel battle cestus.

Someone wearing a simple lime mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at normal. Someone wearing a simple lime mask fails.

Someone wearing a simple lime mask is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

Someone wearing a simple yellow mask wields intimidating high quality steel battle gloves.

Someone wearing a simple green mask wields low quality leather knuckle dusters set 20.

Someone wearing a simple blue mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at easy. Someone wearing a simple blue mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple blue mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple blue mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at easy. Botch! Someone wearing a simple blue mask fails badly.

Someone wearing a simple blue mask is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

Iseulet continues on, looking under tables.. tables... she is meandering over near Aconite. "Oh my goodness, you're so lovely. Look at you and all that sparkle..... Excuse me." ANd she reaches under her chair and pulls out a cestus stuck to the bottom and chucks it out into the pit.

Iseulet drops leather wrapped standard steel battle gloves.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask takes leather wrapped standard steel battle gloves.

Iseulet takes small oak table set with an emerald green lantern.

Iseulet drops small oak table set with an emerald green lantern.

Iseulet takes low quality leather knuckle dusters set 9.

Iseulet takes low quality leather knuckle dusters set 10.

Iseulet picks up a table to look for the next one, obviously!

Someone wearing a simple gray mask drops low quality leather knuckle dusters set 1.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask wields leather wrapped standard steel battle gloves.

Iseulet takes low quality leather knuckle dusters set 1.

Iseulet drops finely polished standard steel cestus.

Someone wearing a simple black mask gets finely polished standard steel cestus.

Someone wearing a simple black mask wields finely polished standard steel cestus.

Aconite inclines her head, "Thank you, Marquessa. I must wear thos much sparkle to be lovely. I am not gifted as such as yourself and Marquessa Cassiopeia. Lord Nazmir as well." She grins playfully before her head turns and she looks the direction of the brawl as the Lime Green mask takes a strong hit. Then to the new bralers gear being thrown out amidst the fracas.

Iseulet shakes her head, "Nonsense. Smoky eyes, great hair - what's not to love about your natural beauty!" She grins, "Though Marquessa Cassiopeia and Prince Nazmir /are/ fabulous." Again she's looking around!

Iseulet taps her chin, "I could have though there was another one around here somewhere."

Smoky eyes, great hair. Gray mask looks up. 'Did someone say my name?' ... although battered and bloodied, compliments might wait for after the savagery is concluded.

Rufio, after making an alliance with the shades of yellow and green just flies around the fight, swinging left and right. For a while, he focuses's on the Rose masked individual, then shifts his attention to the Gray one. The entire time he is cackling loudly as he does so. He is having a blast. Until slow motion a punch from the Black Masked individual sends his chin completely over his shoulder and spittle flying. HE flops over. Lays there for a moment, then pushes himself up, shaking his head. That's going to hurt in the morning. Either way, his chest is still moving up and down, laughing as he crawls out of the main pit.

"Oh yes, I remember now." She kicks this one out into the pit from under another chair over /there/. Lifting her voice, "LAST CESTUS!"

Iseulet drops regal oathlands style high quality cestus.

Someone wearing a simple rose mask takes regal oathlands style high quality cestus.

There's a hint of a chuckle that slips past Nzamir's lips and he's giving a little shake of his head in the direction of Aconite, even as he offers, "Never sell yourself short. We each have our own talents and abilities." Then, his gaze slides in the direction of Iseulet and he's offering a smile, "Why thank you! The same could be said about you, of course!"

Someone wearing a simple rose mask wields regal oathlands style high quality cestus.

Someone wearing a simple rose mask drops low quality leather knuckle dusters set 2.

Poppy cheers as the weapons are thrown out. She does however look a touch more worried and double checks her supplies.

Someone wearing a simple green mask's red hair is disheveled. She's ducking and dodging, but sometimes really not fast enough. She's got a fat lip bruised cheek. But she's having fun and she's laughing and enjoying herself.

Rufio gets out of the pit and makes his way around the seated arena, giving salutes to those he knows before siddling over towards Iseulet, blood running down his nose and lip but a smile on his face. THe blood stains his teeth as he smiles, "Bad bet, Marquessa. Very bad bet. Was fun though." He flops down into a chair and groans slightly.

Poppy looks over to Rufio and immediately tosses him a rolled up bandage. "My lord. I didn't even recognise you out there. Here. Let me check your face."

Aconite smiles to Nazmir, "Oh I'm not. I am spectacular. Just some naturally have what I have to work to attain." She explains. Black eyes train back on the brawl once more. A nod is given to Rufio as he emerges but she keeps her eyes on the brawler in green.

Someone wearing a simple pink mask is running around hitting nothing and nobody, at least not in a way that knocks them out at all. He is also fairly difficult to hit, himself, however! He might not be hitting anybody because he is composing an ode to the fallen host.

"Rufio had a nice blue mask
Much nicer than his main attack
Which was it seems to catch some hands
And then fall down upon the sand

Rufio, we hardly knew
Our first great hero wearing blue
He nobly exits from the ring!
Maybe this is not his thing."

Pink cackles like the little shit he is and continues to run amok.

Yellow's under no delusion that they have enough skills - they do not. But, true to their promise, they know how to *move*. A slender figure that darts in, immediately, to grab at a dropped pair of - oh, so very shiny - knuckledusters. They're scooped up, although they forget to wield them until way after one of her allies - alas, Blue, revealed to be Rufio - is out of the brawl battle. After this, Yellow focuses in on Scarlet, grinning.

Iseulet practically cackles at pink's song.

Catching the rolled up bandage, Rufio chuckles, then ows as he does so, "I had the hair wrapped up. Likely hid the fact." Said hair is an absolute mess without the wax that normally keeps it spiked up. It looks strange flopped over against the shaved portions. He gives a nod towards Aconite in response, then his whole attention turns as he is brought out in song. He leaps up against the rails and yells, "OYE! Someone whip that ingrates ass and write that shit down, I want it sang at my bloody funeral when I die." He then uses the bandage to start dabbing at the blood on his face.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask is back to back with Black mask, eyes hard.

Another shout from Rufio, "I'll pay 10,000 silver to whoever knocks that pink wearing singing shit out. I know who you are!" His blood stained teeth shine brightly, grinning as he yells.

Someone wearing a simple pink mask does a stupid little dance in Rufio's general direction as he offers to pay 10k for the Demise of the Pink One. "Outsource what you can't do yourself, aayyyyyyyy!"

Someone wearing a simple green mask is laughing at Rufio. "Me too. Partially from the fight. Then you know--that song!" Her large eyes peek over at the pink mask and laughs.

Someone wearing a simple yellow mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at normal. Someone wearing a simple yellow mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple yellow mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple yellow mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at normal. Someone wearing a simple yellow mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple yellow mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple yellow mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at normal. Someone wearing a simple yellow mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple yellow mask remains capable of fighting.

Aconite chuckles quietly and looks back at Cass and Mazmir with an amused grin, "I didn't know that brawls were this verbose."

Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask isn't talking, just punching the yellow mask around. It's fun.

Yellow

Someone wearing a simple yellow mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at hard. Someone wearing a simple yellow mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple yellow mask remains capable of fighting.

Is Going To Feel This in the Morning - their soon to be written novel.

Black continues to tower, a looming, imposing figure amongst the pit. He reacts with feral grunts, azure, gold-rimmed eyes ablaze with a battlefields worth of fire. His boxer-stance lacks any and all skill, but the sheer instinct this man isinuates - he is no stranger to adapting amidst battle.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask is giving as good as he gets. Sort of. Teeth bared and bloodied, he keeps at the fray, kicks and punches. He's getting bleary.

Someone wearing a simple yellow mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at daunting. Someone wearing a simple yellow mask fails.

Someone wearing a simple yellow mask is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

The response from the pink masked individual gets an absolutely bout of laughter from Rufio and then a couple of ouches as the pain sets in and he flops back down. He gives a side glance at Iseulet and her cackling, "Mmhmm. Just remember, you bet on me. Think the jokes on you." He watches the battle from the balcony now and looks over at Poppy, "My bet now is you're going to have a lot of work about you. This is getting ugly real quick. I think I might have gotten lucky getting smacked down early on."

Someone wearing a simple black mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at easy. Someone wearing a simple black mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple black mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple pink mask actually manages to hit someone (Black Mask) and looks as surprised as anyone could be.

Someone wearing a simple black mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at easy. Someone wearing a simple black mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple black mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple black mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at normal. Botch! Someone wearing a simple black mask fails completely.

Someone wearing a simple black mask is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

Someone wearing a simple rose mask is laughing merrily as he throws wild haymakers. he is clearly energetic, and accustomed to fighting, but maybe not a great brawler

Yellow, taken down by an utterly - and it bears repeated - an utterly vicious pummeling from the one in the Scarlet mask. They finally remove their mask, heaving - and - panting -- and reveal themselves to be no one other than Neilda Saik. She already has a series of bruises forming. Welts. Every part of her that was moving generally aches in a satisfying way after all that physical exertion. She manages to get out - mostly - at a wobble on her own feet and sits down with a huff of an exhale. "Holy shit."

Tag-teamed by Pink and Rose, Gaspard weathers several brows, the giant brute stubbornly refusing to go down. It's a left hook by Pink, who retaliates in a swift jab that clocks his chin. He stumbles back, back and onto his ass, dizzy as he emits a low groan. Muscular, exposed torso is entirely sheened in sweat, glistening in the light provided.

When the yellow fighter goes down, Rufio hops up. His former ally. No! Then he sees the person and can't help but grin a bit, waving and bouncing on his feet at Neilda, "Get that woman a drink!" And then black is down. He mutters softly something about having to give the 10K to the pink fighter if they end up winning.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask grimaces under the hits, teeth bared at rose. "Maybe," oof, "Attack Pink." He aims an elbow and pivots.

Nazmir has joined the small oak table set with a sapphire blue lantern.

Poppy cheers for the rose mask louder and louder as they throw the punches. "Get'em Mystery man!"

She just beams over at Rufio and then continues to watch onward from the balcony. "That means I get to pick a new favorite. No one else is oiled though... so it's gonna be tough." When Yellow is knocked out of the fight she is surprised to see it is Neilda. "Ouch. But you held your own there." Then back to the brawl, "How about that black--" Oh no he was knocked out too. Hmm. "Then maybe Scarlet."

Gaspard dusts dirt off his muscular frame, wobbily pressing up to his feet. His torso ripples with each movement, striding over to claim his linen shirt and put it back on. Stepping out of the pit, he finds a nearby table and wipes some blood from his lip. "That was good."

Someone wearing a simple green mask is still standing. There's a look around, a look at the surrounding while wiping the blood from her lips. When others get knocked down, she smiles but gives a wave. One that gives a sign of GOOD JOB!

Cassiopeia perks up from where she is seated at a table with Aconite and Nazmir. The young woman raises her voice to encourage the carnage, "hit them harder!," she says to no one in particular.

Someone wearing a simple green mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at normal. Someone wearing a simple green mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple green mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple green mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at normal. Someone wearing a simple green mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple green mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple green mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at normal. Someone wearing a simple green mask marginally fails.

Someone wearing a simple green mask is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

"Did my best, yes, for as long as I was able to. Not too bad for a last-minute decision to participate instead of spectating," Neilda murmurs, rubbing her fingers against the bridge of her nose. It hurts a little to crinkle it, yes, that's all -- she breathes out with relief. "I will need to take my drink now, I think, before I excuse myself to take a lengthy bath and pamper session following this fight that had the gall to make me all sweaty," she sighs.

Gaspard kneads a bruise, grimacing slightly. Azure, gold-rimmed eyes swivel back to the ongoing fight, a faint, dimpled smile touching hiss lips. He remains quiet.

When she's knocked to the ground, by pink no less, Rosalind gasps a bit. She squints at him and huffs. Wiping the blood from her face, she limps her way to the the stand to sit and nurse her wounds. Still smiling. That

Aconite smiles and wiggles her fingers Neilda's direction, "Good effort." She greets, watching as the colors are picked off one by one. When Green falls she drinks and mock pouts.

Iseulet cheers on the fighters, tension building in her body language as it gets down to almost the very last!

Poppy tosses a bandage to Rosalind too. "Need me to stitch that lip back up?"

Seeing Gaspard, Rufio lifts his drink to the man in a salute. "Brutal out there." He calls, then hes looking back out at the fight and Oooooo's as Green goes down. He seems very excited to continue to watch the fight as it plays out. He does turn a pout towards Iseulet and says, "What, just because I'm out I'm not the favorite anymore? Did you SEE the size of that guy compared to me"

Gaspard tips an imaginary hat towards Rufio. "It...I could have done better." He wears a lopsided, dimpled grin towards the man.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask falls back, collecting himself, panting. His ally has fallen, and new alliances are forming and falling with each blow.

Neilda offers Gaspard a smile with a split lip she's trying not to make worse. She does. "You did well, Lord Gaspard."

Gaspard rubs his masculine jawline, scratching at some scruff. "Pink gave himself away by that ode." He comments to Neilda and Rufio. "I'd wager money who it is."

Rosalind squints at Poppy..."It's not even bad!" She touches her lip, wincing a bit. "I look fine, right? Character building or someting?" She's grinning at her friend, laughing. She looks over at Neilda, Rufio, and Gaspard too. "You guys did really good.

"Lord S-- yes, yes Pink did --" Neilda speaks up with a matter-of-fact nod. "All I wonder now is, who is Scarlet - and will they give me lessons in brawling."

Poppy teases Rosalind with a grin, "Your fat lip now matches your black nose. Suits you."

"I don't take sucker bets, the minute that person opened their mouth..." Rufio said with a grin and breaks out laughing, "I'm fine with spending money to get their ass kicked though." When Rosalind approaches, Rufio laughs hard and shakes his head, "I got planted. And that's fine. That's the beauty of an open brawl. There's no foregone conclusion."

Someone wearing a simple gray mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at easy. Someone wearing a simple gray mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at easy. Someone wearing a simple gray mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at easy. Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at easy. Someone wearing a simple gray mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at easy. Someone wearing a simple gray mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at normal. Someone wearing a simple gray mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask remains capable of fighting.

Iseulet feels a resolution coming soon. "Amost! They all look tired as shit down there..." She shakes her head, but goes back to cheering.

Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at easy. Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at normal. Someone wearing a simple gray mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask sways under a blow, and remains upright. After a fashion.

Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at easy. Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at normal. Someone wearing a simple gray mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at normal. Critical Success! Someone wearing a simple gray mask is spectacularly successful.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at hard. Someone wearing a simple gray mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at hard. Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at hard. Someone wearing a simple gray mask fails.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

Someone wearing a simple gray mask is beset, allies scarce in the waning waves of the brawl, he staggers under a final blow from Pink and collapses.

Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at daunting. Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at daunting. Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask remains capable of fighting.

Getting out of his seat now, watching the tired fighters give it their best, Rufio is leaning over the edge. He's about half way through a bottle of Punch Drunk. "COME ON!!! LOOK AT THAT PINK MASK WEARING GUY!! He's making a mockery of you! He's just screaming for a gut punch!!!" He's waving the bottle around for effect.

"Go Pink! Go Pink! Toss those other masks into the sink!," Cassiopeia cheers!

Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at daunting. Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask fails.

Someone wearing a simple scarlet mask is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

Someone wearing a simple pink mask is left after the loss of Gray and Scarlet.... with no one but his buddy, Rose! He gasps!

"Pink! Pink! We all cheer for pink. All you other colours, kinda stink!," Cassiopeia continues to cheer, but then she feels bad and says. "Everyone is doing a wonderful job."

Someone wearing a simple rose mask shakes his head, "And so it has come to this!" and then gets punched in the jaw

Silent, Gaspard's twin jewels remain perceptively glued to the ongoing fight. His lips purse, brows habitually pinching at a serious looking angle, lending him a somber temperment. Bearing his linen, entirely tight to his muscular frame, he shifts some in his seat to which the chair creaks underneath his weight. A faint flicker of a smile surfaces eventually, a tiny dimple poking out.

Someone wearing a simple pink mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at normal. Someone wearing a simple pink mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple pink mask remains capable of fighting.

"Ooo. The alliance must come to an end. I never would have expected this to go this way." Rufio says, taking another drink straight from the bottle of Punch Drunk. "What a grand bloody fight."

Someone wearing a simple pink mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at normal. Someone wearing a simple pink mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple pink mask remains capable of fighting.

Vitalis rolls over, out of the fray, accepting help if offered. Purpled cheek, bruises blooming to life everywhere. Blood, his and others' besmearing him. A grim visage.

Poppy watches the fight with a held breath. She clings to the edge of the table in utter excitement.

Someone wearing a simple pink mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at hard. Someone wearing a simple pink mask is successful.

Someone wearing a simple pink mask remains capable of fighting.

Someone wearing a simple pink mask and Rose are BEATING THE SNOT OUT OF EACH OTHER but Pink seems to be getting the worst of it...!

Someone wearing a simple pink mask checks 'unconsciousness save' at daunting. Someone wearing a simple pink mask marginally fails.

Someone wearing a simple pink mask is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

Iseulet is so tense she's gripping the balcony railing and practically leaning over INTO the pit, and then.... Bursts out laughing when pink finally goes down. "WE HAVE.... A WINNER!!!!"

It was a battle. So many colors down in the pit. The man with scars on his chest moved quickly into the battle field, seeking out targets here and there. Landing strong blows, and taking them left and right. Be always measured. Always in control and ready to pounce. It's down to the last three, after gray suddenly turned on him. He turns to the pink rose turning on him. He doesn't see who had the blow to knock him out, but the tall man falls to the ground with a loud thud. He lays there stunned but slowly raises his hand up giving the thumbs up sign before being removed by his feet.

Iseulet cheers and runs down into the pit... "Reveal yourself brawler!"

Poppy jumps out screaming and shouting happily, " Go Casp! Woo!" She cheers and jumps about happily, "Knew you could do it!"

Aksel drops low quality leather knuckle dusters set 4.

Someone wearing a simple rose mask collapses onto the ground, limbs going limp and wibbly wobbly as he groans in exhausting and bruising. moving is so much work... he kind shimmies his head out of his mask so he doesnt have to move his arms

Aksel drops a simple scarlet mask.

Rufio says, "HA!!! I love you, Savio, but you deserved that ass whoopin'." Rufio yells at Pink goes down. He lifts his bottle in salute to the man, downs a drink, then rushes away from his spot to grab a bottle of Punch Drunk for Savio and take it to him, to help take that edge off. He sees the winner and laughs hard. "I bloody well figured.""

Giorgio drops low quality leather knuckle dusters set 6.

Giorgio drops a simple lime mask.

Caspian draws a slow breath and then laughs, "that was amazing..."

Gaspard glances aside to Poppy. "Casp? Here I thought Caspian was the pink one....Well damn."

Caspian drops a simple rose mask.

Caspian drops regal oathlands style high quality cestus.

Rosalind drops a simple green mask.

Giorgio is overheard praising Caspian: What a brawl

Savio gets hit one last time so hard and keels over into the dirt, bleeding from the nose. "AAAHHHH," he complains and laughs, breathlessly kicking sand at his protege, unapble to speak from laughing. "AAAHHH!"

Gaspard drops a simple black mask.

Gaspard drops finely polished standard steel cestus.

Savio drops a simple pink mask.

Neilda drops intimidating high-quality steel battle claws.

Caspian takes regal oathlands style high quality cestus.

Neilda takes intimidating high-quality steel battle claws.

Gaspard gets a simple black mask.

Nazmir is overheard praising Caspian: VICTTTOOORRRRYYYY

Gaspard gets finely polished standard steel cestus.

Cassiopeia is overheard praising Remus.

Cassiopeia is overheard praising Iseulet.

Gaspard drops a simple black mask.

Cassiopeia is overheard praising Caspian.

Gaspard drops low quality leather knuckle dusters set 5.

Gaspard is overheard praising Caspian.

Iseulet is overheard praising Caspian: Winner winner chicken dinner

Gaspard is overheard praising Savio.

Nazmir is overheard praising Rufio.

Savio is overheard praising Caspian: You're the worst and I'm never speaking to you again

Rosalind drops low quality leather knuckle dusters set 20.

Nazmir is overheard praising Iseulet.

Aconite cheers and claps as well. "This was much more entertaining than a tournament." She says to the people at her table.

Rufio is overheard praising Caspian: Winner of the brawl!

Rosalind cheers for Caspian, even if he beat her. Then her eyes swivel on Aksel and she snorts. "Of course you came to beat on people." Says the woman covered in blood and bruises.

Rufio is overheard praising Savio: Singing to me, right in the middle of the fight... I love you, Cousin.

Aksel looks up from where he's decided to lay at Rosalind. "What else am I going to do on a cool autumn night? Lay about in bed?" He snort laughs, but that hurts so he just goes back to laying there.

Iseulet laughs, "Well... With that.. We have some winnings to dole out! First thing is first though, Lord Rufio you owe Caspian 10,000 silver crowns for spankin' Lord Savio." Then she beams up at Poppy, "The Ticket for the spidersilk top, Caspian..." And she presents him with a ticket for it, "All you gotta do is meet up with Maerigan." Then a pause, "But then there's the betting too! I believe the grand total for the pot was 275,000 silver crowns! 70% will be going to Lady Poppy Stahlben who believed in Caspian right from the start. That's 192,500 to her, and 82,500 to Caspian!"

Savio is overheard praising Rufio: This was the worst idea ever, I loved every moment of it

Poppy is overheard praising Caspian: Woo! winner winner chicken dinner!

Savio is overheard praising Iseulet: A hostess without equal!

Poppy is overheard praising Rufio.

Poppy is overheard praising Iseulet.

Vitalis is overheard praising Iseulet: A stellar event

Vitalis is overheard praising Rufio: Host AND combatant, well-played!