Alphonse, a long-suffering assistant have been dismissed.

Maggie, an energetic Mistward Labrador have been dismissed.

Alberico, the Malespero aide, 1 Malespero Guard, Louis, a Malespero Armsman, Mar, the Magpie arrive, following Pasquale.

Libera, a quiet hawk arrives, following Skaldia.

Pasquale drifts in well after the event has started and picks his way on across to where Ann (and presumably Mattheu) are hosting. "Hello Ann. Hello Mattheu."

The mudwrestling pit promises to be a grand affair, set in a location that exudes a unique charm. As one approaches, the pit comes into view, living up to expectations with its large, bubbling expanse of warm mud; the ideal battleground for thrilling matches. While not as vast as a colosseum, the pit is spacious enough to accommodate a sizable crowd of eager onlookers.

Rows of benches surround the pit, offering various vantage points for spectators. Some benches are positioned close to the action, allowing those with brave souls to immerse themselves in the mud-splattered spectacle. There's no hierarchy in the seating arrangement; anyone daring enough is encouraged to claim a spot by the pit, with the understanding that cleanliness is not guaranteed during the matches.

Today's event is a lively gathering featuring participants from different factions: Rivenshari, Redrain, and a few wanderers who stumbled upon the scene during the grand parade of Rivenshari dancers and singers through the ward. What unfolds is not just a mudwrestling competition but a full fledged party within the Mud Pits.

The stakes are high as competitors strive to be the last one standing, with the promise of a coveted award awaiting the victorious. Kegs of the renowned Rivenshari liquors are strategically scattered around the arena, adding to the festive atmosphere. In one corner, the infamous Rivenshari party chest sits, teasingly holding secrets and surprises.

Among the spectators, Mattheu sits on the edge of the benches, already sporting a bit of mud on his person. Clutching a mug in hand, he wears a wide smile directed towards Ann, capturing the essence of the lively and spirited event unfolding within the mudwrestling pit. The atmosphere is electric, the anticipation palpable, and the Mud Pits stand as the perfect setting for this grand celebration.

Ann came early to make sure everything was in place. Such as the benches in their appropriate places and drinks galore. It is the Redrain arena. She may be of the river now but she remembers her Northern roots. She isn't in the mud pit but right outside as she looks to see who the contestants will be this evening as she scans the crowd to see who would be first. Talking to Mattheu, "I have done this before and still I get butterflies in my stomach." The mud pit is at the ready bubbly and warm. At least this time there should be no flooding. When Pasquale makes his approach there is a wide smile for him. "It is very lovely to see you. I am so glad you came. You missed our entrance." Yes she will claim the parade of Rivenshari dancers and singers as hers to. Knowing Redrain there were some that joined in the parade. The Northerns holding their mugs high and lots of heigh hos and slapping of backs heard once they come in.

Skaldia finds her way into the Redrain ward, a place she rarely ever goes. She'd heard there was some sort of mudwrestling thing, and so she's come to see how the Northerner's have a good time. As always, her trusty hawk Libera is with her, currently perched on her shoulder. The Huntress pauses upon entering, glancing around with a dubious look.

Pasquale looks about as comfortable as an owl that found itself into the eagle aviary yet he reflects a somewhat more tepid version of Ann's smile back to her. "I had no idea it would be such a festival. Is there a special day I missed?"

"Lord Pasquale!" Mattheu holds his mostly drained mug in hand as he stretches out in a wide /I'm gonna hug you/ stance. To look over to Ann as some of the honey ginger drink he has sloushes around and possible daringly close to her. "Yes. You'll be fine. We have every confidence that even if the rains were to come and threaten to flood us out we would find a means to have fun still." he has a wink for her and a look up to the roof as he laughs. "Our only possible issue is your family comes down here trying to figure out why we've taken over the muds. Again." turning towards the sisters that follow him, "Tregva! No. Those go into the other chest." He is quick to turn back to Ann with a flash of a smile to her. "See!" Then spotting Skaldia, "AHA! Skaldia! Come. Let's drink and get to rolling in the muds!"

There is a laugh when Ann hears Matti first but it is Pasquale she answers. "No special day. We are celebrating life. That we came through Harrow Hall victorious." She won't get into the whole free speech because there are have been arguments all through the Compact about that and today is going to be about fun because sometimes you need silly to balance out the seriousness of things. And with the way their world has been of most late this is well needed to balance things out. She asks Pasquale, "Will you be watching or do you fancy yourself to take to the mud?" She thinks she knows his answer but still the ask is there. Ann does not discriminate. Shaking her head at Matti which makes the bells in her hair to ring when the honey ginger drink comes awfully close to her. She doesn't seem to mind she is hosting with the help of her husband a mud pit party. Sooner or later she is going to end up either in the pit or splashed. She's prepared. She hopes. Waving to Skaldia. "Oh it is delightful to see you I had so much fun at your kite event. I do hope you will play in the mud, yes?"

Skaldia scrunches up her face a bit at Mattheu and the idea of rolling around in mud. "Hi," she says, moving a little further into the arena, so she doesn't have to yell across the mud pit, which she gives a wide birth. She dips her head to Ann as well, and smiles. "I don't know, but ask me after I've had a few drinks," she says with a soft laugh. She perches on the same bench as Matthew, and Libera says 'Scree!' and flies up into the rafters. She's having no part of this mud thing. "It is good to see you again as well, Lady Ann," she adds with a smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed the kite event."

Skaldia also glances at Pasquale, and smiles at him a little nervously.

Pasquale quietly sidesteps that threatened hug and offers Mattheu an incline of his head instead. "Lord Mattheu. You did yourself proud here today." He offers Skaldia a similar gesture. "Hello Skaldia. That's a handsome bird." He looks back to Ann with surprise when she asks if he will be wrestling. "Its all a little too hearty for me Ann."

Brother Chester arrives, following Jeffeth.

Is that an earthquake! No! It's Jeffeth! He comes barrelling full speed ahead. He rips off his shirt as he runs barefoot in just a pair of shorts straight toward the wrestling pit. "MAAAAATTTTHHHHEEEEUUUUUUU!!!!!"

Mattheu is starting to look bummed out over no one seeking a tumble in the mud. A nod to Pasquale. Finnne. No hugs. A tilt of his head to Skaldia as she eyes him and settles down in the widest birth of the pits possible. Even the creature of the wind is taking off as Mattheu looks up at the bird. "Well someone might have the luck today." A grin towards who the bird might shit upon. Then there's the rumbling, the sloushing of barefeet charging through the halls and into the muds. A wide smile as he downs the rest of his mug to toss it over his shoulder and step out towards Jeffeth. His arms wide, already sporting a decent amount of mud as is several of the Rivenshari now sharing a drink by a keg. "Jeffeth!"

Jeffeth checks dexterity and athletics at hard. Jeffeth is successful.

"I will ask you after you have had a few drinks." Ann promises towards Skaldia, "I have heard that mud is good for the skin. It has many health benefits." A wink given to the younger lady as she then looks upwards to Libera and how she flies away from the mud. "Ah yes, I had a feeling you would say that, Pasquale." Whatever she was going to say next has Ann laughing when she hears Jeffeth and the way he enters as she glances to Matti when he is called out. "It seems we have our first contestants!" She moves out of the way to watch and judge.


*** Jeffeth has called for an opposing check with Mattheu. ***
Jeffeth checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Jeffeth is successful.
Mattheu checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Mattheu is successful.
*** Jeffeth is the winner. ***

"RRRAAAAAH!" Jeffeth leaps! His arms stretched and reaching for Mattheu, legs straight out behind him like Superman. He tackles the Rivenshari sending them both in an entangled tripple sommersault in the mud. It flings everywhere! Doesn't matter where you are sitting. EVERY.WHERE. Look out Pasquale, Skaldia. There's mud heading right toward you!!!!

Ann had just backed away from the pit to begin the judging. The crowd goes wild when both Jeffeth and Mattheu start in the wrestling. Ann's eyes go wide as she watches what is going on. The Rivenshari in the arena can be heard chanting Mattheu's name while those from Crownsworn is doing that for Jeffeth. When the mud flies she calls out to those that might be near. "Duck!" Considering people had been warned they might get mud on them but still the previous Redrain princess warns anyways as she tries to take the mud out of her hair where a splat had landed.

Pasquale merely flicks a bit of mud off his cheek and goes right about his business. He's terribly boring like that. "Well they certainly seem to be enjoying themselves. Sir Jeffeth is anyway."

At least there is some warning! Skaldia turns abruptly away from Ann as Jeffeth comes careening into the arena, and she has time for her eyes to widen, and follow his trajectory as he leaps and tackles Mattheu into the pit. She throw up an arm to block the mud, making a face. Yup, there's mud on her clothing. "Ugh!" she says dutifully, and swipes mud off her mouth, and onto the ground. "Definitely time for a drink." She'll get up, and go find some booze.


*** Jeffeth has called for an opposing check with Mattheu. ***
Jeffeth checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Jeffeth is successful.
Mattheu checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Mattheu is successful.
*** Mattheu is the winner. ***

There are kegs all about the arena for those that wish to partake in the booze. Lots of whistling and stomping of feet go on as the wrestling continues. "Huzzah!" Fists go up in the air as the fight continues. Hard to say if its Rivenshari or not who just got a bit louder in their cheering.

Jeffeth grapples with Mattheu, wrestling for position. Jeffeth takes a great big fist full of mud and tries to shove it in Mattheu's face but is knocked off, leaving a great big opening for Mattheu to potentially swing around and take the big man's back.

Laughter and bells fill the air as Jeffeth hits Mattheu. Both spinning in the mud, sending it more towards those standing nearby than upon them. The two champions covered in mud while seeking for who can successfully not drink the mud.

Adalyn was here the entire time! NO really she was, perhaps she was just waiting for the right moment to join in on the mudpit! She is in simple pants and a shirt, her hair is pub on top of her head no need for it to get in her face while she is in the mud! Sliding in the Baroness moves for Jeffeth to try and tackle him off of Mattheu.


*** Adalyn has called for an opposing check with Jeffeth. ***
Adalyn checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Adalyn fails.
Jeffeth checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Jeffeth is successful.
*** Jeffeth is the winner. ***

Jeffeth looks over and OH NO A FLYING BARONESS! He swings his arm forward, sending his shoulder into the mud as he rolls over, disengaging from Mattheu to avoid Adalyn, who sails right over him to land in the mud beside the two scrambling men.


*** Jeffeth has called for an opposing check with Mattheu. ***
Jeffeth checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Jeffeth is successful.
Mattheu checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Mattheu is successful.
*** Mattheu is the winner. ***

Pasquale gives Ann a brief little nod, Sythia too, and then he starts for the exit.

When the Baroness Adalyn Clement joins in with this wrestling business those of Valardin start to cheer along with any Clement members. There is a lot of noise in here now. Rivenshari, Crownsworn everyone is getting excited and mugs are lifted in the air. Besides mud slinging about there is likely alcohol that is being sloshed about. Mud wresting is a messy affair!

Ann is overheard praising Pasquale.

Ann is overheard praising Jeffeth.

Ann is overheard praising Mattheu.

Ann is overheard praising Adalyn.

Ann is overheard praising Skaldia.

Mattheu looks up from being dragged around in the mud by Jeffeth as he wipes at mud from his face. "Aha! See! Right where I wanted to get you!" He's laughing, there's little care to if he's the winner here. Mattheu is here solely to have fun and drink. Where did his drink go? He's scampering through the mud, wading now as Adalyn dives to attack Jeffeth. Finding his mug, and turning it upside down as mud slides out of it. The mug is tossed towards keg with a whistle then he's be through into more mud as the baroness misses Jeffeth.

Mattheu says in Ravashari, "someone fill that. I'll be right back."

There is much to look at and Ann is trying to keep track of the chaos that is ensuing in the pit! But Ann doesn't seem to mind because she's laughing. She did tell Pasquale that this was to be a celebration of life and that is certainly what is happening now. A bit amused when Adalyn gets in on the action. The more the merrier is Ann's thought. Looking over to Skaldia, "You want in?" She did say she would circle back around to see if Skaldia would participate in that matter after getting a drink or two. A hand goes over an eye of Ann's as she watches the baroness fly over the two men already in the pit. The Rivenshari that was loitering by the keg laugh at Mattheu but one catches the mug that went flying to do as asked. Once filled there's a whistle to catch Matti's attention for him to reclaim his mug back.

When Pasquale does his quiet good bye Ann says loudly, "Thank you for coming Pasquale! See you soon!"


*** Mattheu has called for an opposing check with Tregva Emili, a colorful ravashari performer. ***
Mattheu checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Mattheu is successful.
Tregva Emili, a colorful ravashari performer checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Tregva Emili, a colorful ravashari performer marginally fails.
*** Mattheu is the winner. ***

Adalyn missed! How could she have done that! Sailing pass Jeffeth she laughs but she also hears all the cheering, this makes her heart swoon! She lives for the sound, the applause of the crowed its what gets her blood pumping! She turns to look about to see who there is, she goes for Jeffeth again, "Its like trying to take down a brick wall!" she calls out to the knight. "Are you indeed a brick wall Grandmaster?"

Skaldia glances toward Ann, having now found a drink, and then shakes her head. "No thank you, I think I will just watch, m'lady," she says, with a little grin and a lift of her mug. She's hopefully far enough away now, that she won't get more mud on her. She drinks her drink, and watches with amused dark eyes.


*** Jeffeth has called for an opposing check with Adalyn. ***
Jeffeth checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Jeffeth is successful.
Adalyn checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Adalyn marginally fails.
*** Jeffeth is the winner. ***

Jeffeth pushes a fist into the mud and a hand on his knee. He gets up to his feet. Full body dripping in mud. He straightens his spine to his full massive height and just...stands there as Adalyn comes running. She'll get to decide for herself once she smashes into him if he's like a brick or not. He just laughs!

Ann grins at Skaldia when she hears the response. "That's fair." It is quite busy in the pit after all. Much amusement can be found here. Rivenshari roars as well as those rooting for Jeffeth. If you were not deaf before you likely will be after this event. "Oh my...." Ann watches as Adalyn runs into brick wall Jeffeth.

Mattheu waves some mud towards the keg as they wiggle and wave his mug back at him. A grin as he reaches out from the mud pit with mud wrapping around his waist in his crouch as Jefferth and Adalyn take to flinging each other through the mud. At last a sip of his drink only to wipe at his lips and spit mud out. "Blech." A shrug as he takes back to drinking the mug. Setting to stand up as the crowd roars. Bells singing and feet stomping. Mattheu turns around to Watch Jeffeth take an upper hand in the mud to the Baroness. As a song of bells come flying at him. Knocking his mug free to land back into the mud and a stare as he is side checked into the mud. "Treg-" His voice muted as the colorful performer seen to following him about now sits on the Rivenshari lord pushing him into the mud. Her Laugh as she stands up with her hands over her head in triumph only to have her feet swiped out from under her as Mattheu spins when she lets go. Sending the performer into the mud face first. "My drink! Aw come on Tregva!" He spins to stare at Jeffeth with a grin.

Skaldia gets Rivenshari Blackcurrant and Apple 'Conazepl' brandy from Rivenshari Party Favors Chest.

Libera, a quiet hawk leaves, following Skaldia.


*** Jeffeth has called for an opposing check with Mattheu. ***
Jeffeth checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Jeffeth is successful.
Mattheu checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Mattheu is successful.
*** Jeffeth is the winner. ***


*** Jeffeth has called for an opposing check with Adalyn. ***
Jeffeth checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Jeffeth is successful.
Adalyn checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Adalyn is successful.
*** Jeffeth is the winner. ***

Ooooh no...Jeffeth knows that look! He /nopes/ away from Mattheu with a side-ways bound, pushes off that foot and uses the momentum to flank Adalyn, tackling her into the mud.

Adalyn had run straight into Jeffeth and Ooofs as he laughs, "GrandMaster is a brick wall indeed!" she steps back laughing a bit off balance, she watches Mattheu oh she knows that look as well and she starts to back peddle but then there is Jeffeth and she laughs! "No nonono." there is the sound of a body against body and she falls into the mud!

"Oh no!" Ann is heard when Treg gets involved and then there is a shake of her head. She should have seen that coming but did not. "Madness, I tell you!" This said to those that are sitting around her. She actually comes near the pit to offer a hand to Treg if the other woman will take it. If Treg ends up pulling her in the mud well it isn't like Ann has not landed in the pit before.


*** Ann has called for an opposing check with Tregva Emili, a colorful ravashari performer. ***
Ann checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Ann is successful.
Tregva Emili, a colorful ravashari performer checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Tregva Emili, a colorful ravashari performer marginally fails.
*** Ann is the winner. ***

Tregva grins to Ann in that oh so helpful hand to be extended. A sharp pull attempted and the performers hands slip covered in mud only to send herself backwards into the muds. Where of course Ann will find a decent amount of the mud upon herself. As Mattheu tucks in and barrels after Jeffeth to find himself sliding right past the wall of a man as he side steps around him. Left to try and stop himself in the long muddy slip and slide the Rivenshari lord rolls to find his feet under him taking a new run back to Adayn.


*** Jeffeth has called for an opposing check with Adalyn. ***
Jeffeth checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Jeffeth is successful.
Adalyn checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Adalyn is successful.
*** Jeffeth is the winner. ***

Jeffeth laughs as he mounts atop Adalyn and pins her between his knees. He takes a fist full of mud and smears it around her face!

Ann makes a tsking sound when she can feel that Tregva wants to pull her in! Laughing when instead the other woman goes backwards in the mud. Looking down at herself as she sees herself covered in mud and she laughs. Pulling her hair up and she then finds herself in the pit with the others. But she really is going to interact with her sister from another mother because those other three have their own thing going on and there is no way she is going to attempt to touch Jeffeth. Grinning at Tregva to see if her luck still holds. Any who know Ann knows she's better at words then any kind of words but hey once a Redrain always a Redrain.


*** Ann has called for an opposing check with Tregva Emili, a colorful ravashari performer. ***
Ann checks dexterity and athletics at normal. Ann is successful.
Tregva Emili, a colorful ravashari performer checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Tregva Emili, a colorful ravashari performer marginally fails.
*** Ann is the winner. ***

Adalyn is laughing and squirming trying to get out from Jeffeth but she isn't getting free and now their is mud being smeared into her face and she laughs more..."Stop!" she yells as she laughs.

The crowd goes wild when Ann decides to enter in. Who knows who is keeping score now. Redrain and Rivenshari are heard the loudest. It is not everyday that you see the once princess come into the pit. There are other cheers for Adalyn and Jeffeth. It has been a fun time and the crowd is loving it!

Mattheu is bowled over in laughter as Ann takes on Tregva. Watchin Adalyn concede to Jeffeth he waves his arms over his head. A sharp whistle out to the crowd that continues to cheer for those now covered head to toe in mud. A slipping slide of a step towards Jeffeth, landing his hand to the man's shoulder. "Sir Jeffeth. I think you've won this one." As Mattheu offers the win to Jeffeth, Tregva spins under Ann sending the two into a roll of mud to be sent flying everywhere. More mud landing square in Mattheu's face. Adalyn safe in the ground and Jeffeth with more to splatter across his chest. Mattheu just stands there to wipe at his face. "I need more to drink."


*** Jeffeth has called for an opposing check with Mattheu. ***
Jeffeth checks dexterity and brawl at normal. Jeffeth is successful.
Mattheu checks dexterity and dodge at normal. Mattheu marginally fails.
*** Jeffeth is the winner. ***

Jeffeth grins down at Adalyn as she yields. He stops the mud smearing immediately. Then he narrows his eyes at an unsuspecting Mattheu who thinks he going to get away that easy!! Jeffeth goes for the legs - a cheap shot! - while Mattheu's attention is on other things, sending a veritable tidal wave of mud every fucking where!

Adalyn backs up and stands flinging the mud thats covering her at Jeffeth and Mattheu, she laughs as she moves to wade for the way p and out of the pit. She waves to those fans that cheer in the crowed. She starts to try and clean herself of the mud that clings to her.

Yes, yes, Matti can laugh at Ann but look all the lessons he has been giving her must be working! But now Ann has her own dance to contend do as Tregva takes her on and they are literally in a roll. Yes, Ann will be quite the mess when all said and done! And then the former princess just sits in the mud to catch her breath and tells Matti, "I second that!" the drink part. Before she can warn Matti what is to happen next its happening and there is a laugh that comes out instead as she calls to Adalyn. "Good job!"

As the grand affair within the mud pits reaches its crescendo, a scene of jubilant chaos unfolds. Both Redrain and Rivenshari participants wear the badge of camaraderie, their bodies covered in mud, well lubricated by generous servings of whiskey, rum, and an array of liquors from the scattered kegs around the arena. The air resonates with the joyous sound of bells, a symphony played by those who have raided the coveted party chest, each reveler clutching a unique gift and munching on ginger cookies.

As the revelry starts to wind down, the spotlight turns to Sir Jeffeth, declared the victorious champion of the mud brawl. Cheers and applause erupt from the crowd, celebrating the triumph of the valiant knight. Amidst the jubilation, Mattheu finds himself mug-less, his vessel having succumbed to the depths of the mud pits. Undeterred, he resorts to cupping his hands to drink from the kegs, a humorous testament to the wild festivities. Good-natured pity prompts someone to offer him a new mug, and Mattheu, with a mischievous glint in his eye, contemplates the possibility of his mug finding its way back into the pit in a future brawl.

With a renewed mug in hand, Mattheu raises it high, his voice carrying over the remaining echoes of revelry. "The winds grant us life, and with it, we find laughter and joy!" His gaze meets Ann's with a muddy smile, a shared moment of mirth amidst the aftermath of the chaotic celebration.

As the new friends from the stands prepare to make their exit, the revelry takes an unexpected turn. As Violeta wheels out new chest, placed atop the party chest, capturing the attention of Tregva. The sisters eagerly comment on the excellent finds of new whiskies within this unexpected addition. Neither of the sisters are being vocal on where this new chest came from. Though there's a glance from Mattheu who spins towards Ann with wide smile as he pulls her closer. "An amazing celebration!"