Balian, a Templar squire, Guy, a hunting kestrel arrive, following Preston.

Alarissa is present too, attending these things a tradition that she intends to keep up when possible. White dress with it's flowers beneath a light cloak of that thraxian red, the embroidered sea serpent crawling up on side, she is as always the picture of perfect compositio with nothing out of place. Even that coronet nestled in her hair. A wave of fingers for Sophie, she otherwise people watches in anticipation of the rite.

Orazio enters in gold and white, moving to take up a position where he can get a good view, his Templar guards flanking him. And looking eager, as well - this is /definitely/ more their speed than watching Orazio do yet another stack of paperwork. He smiles and nods to those he recognizes.

Eirene is a healer but clearly no Mercy. Adorned in a firebird embroidered leather armor, she has a blade in matching motif at her hip. Seeing Sophie she heads towards the Mercy and offers a grin. “Oh good. You and yours got patch up duty,” she says cheerfully. “I can just get drunk then.”

Looking a tad worse for wear (but certainly not as bad when he made his suicidal elk journey), Daemon arrives freshly bandaged and keeping his posture nice and square. He's got his blade just lightly hanging at his side, a hilt of gold and armor of crimson and inky grey draped around him. He probably shouldn't be getting involved, but, here he is anyhow. Spotting some familiar faces in Eirene and Alarissa, he passes each with a short wave and a smile.

Sam has been something of a recluse for the past half year or so, devoted to work, faith, and building her family. But she seems to yearn to be out and about, and remembering her prior enjoyment in witnessing the Rite, has come to do so again today, with the added bonus of seeing familiar faces. Unsurprisingly, Nara has been left at home with her nurse.

Rey drifts in Sophie's direction. Not because she's seen the Mother Mercy, because she doesn't seem to have done so, but nevertheless, that's the direction she unerringly goes. Mostly unerringly. She might have gotten distracted by a dragonfly and wandered off for a moment.

Leona is standing in the Shrine of Gloria, armed and armored and patiently waiting. Various members of the King's Own are placed throughout the shrine, offering their support and clearly also planning to fight. There are quite a few people arriving, and Leona smiles as they enter. "I wonder," she says idly to one of her compatriots, "if we'll have more Mercies than fighters. And hopefully spectators abound, as it would be nice to have everyone together in worship of Gloria, whether or not they intend to fight physically."

Eirene grumbles at the knight as he ambled by. A warning. Friendly enough for her.

Reese arrives at the shrine while wearing her silvery steel plate, she is very shiny looking. She lifts the visor of her helm and has a smile of greeting for those gathered here.

Ailith is another among the white and gold, striding along the outskirts of the Temple to approach the Lord Commander's side. She quietly murmurs to Leona, smiling, before taking a step back to observe.

Alarissa has joined the Firepit.

There are actually more Templars that usual around the Shrine - a product of more being in the city of late. And to add to that, in comes the local commander of the Templars and guard of the Dominus, Preston. He is in his full armour, with his helm being held by the creepy lithe squire Balian who just looms a little in his Templar tabard while Preston pats the arms of a couple of the other Templars he passes. There is a bow of his head to Leona as he moves around "Do you have all you need, Lord Commander? I made sure the squires cleaned the fire pit last night and made sure our fuel stocks were good."

Katarina has joined the Firepit.

Reiker comes to the shrine, a tall man adorned in black silks and leather trimmed with gold scans the room with ice blue eyes. He is unfortunately unarmed at the moment, taking long strides tonthe side of the room to watch rather, offering no actual greeting though a fine and aged signet ring of the Wyrmguard family taps against his face as his cheek rests in his hand in waiting. His full pink lips are a straight line of utter indifference as he waits for the event to start.

Sophie amiably imparts parting words to the acolyte with whom she's chatting, just as Eirene advances. The smile she flashes at her friend is broad and bright, as well as amused. In light of Leona's comment, the Mother Mercy replies to Malvici's drinking comment with, "Will fighting impede your drinking overly much?" Was Eirene just quasi-volunteered to participate in the Rite? People can sort that out while Sophie returns Alarissa's finger wave, tacking on a cordial smile that is extended to the advancing (and seemingly unaware) Rey.

Samantha has joined the Firepit.

Eirene says, "Can’t fight in every round.” She winks back at Sophie and rolls her neck to loosen up. Clearly she’s fighting whether or not she’s been voluntold. “I’ll lose fast but it is for a good cause."

Rey turns just in time to meet Sophie's smile. Her own fades just a little bit when she sees the Mother Mercy, however, into something pleasant, but worried and maybe a bit apologetic. "Mother Mercy. Are you alright?"

Kit, the grey fox, Brigid the Genet arrive, following Monique.

Leona listens to Ailith and smiles at what she says, murmuring something in return before she turns to Preston. "I think so. I forgot to pick up a regular pot metal blade for myself, so I may just brawl to first blood. But we'll see. Other than that no, I think we will be good." Her eyes widen slightly as more and more and still more people file in. "Well. It's good to see so many in attendance, and not just for a ceremony to Mangata or a funeral rite."

Raising her voice, Leona speaks loud enough to echo through the room proper. "Welcome to the Rite of Gloria. I'm glad you could all come. Before we begin, some ground rules - we'll be fighting to first blood only. Any weapon you choose to use, or not use, is acceptable. Do not maim or kill each other, obviously - that is the height of dishonor in the worship of our Lady of Battle. To first blood and stop, or you dishonor the Goddess. Do not do that," she says, and though there is no anger on her face her words are hard, implacable.

"We all fight. Everyone fights in one way or another. Sometimes with blades, sometimes with hands. Mothers," she says with a nod at Samantha, "fight to bring their children into the world, those who are not physical can fight with words. They fight for the Faith," she adds with a smile for Orazio and Ailith. "Let this be a test of skill, but a reminder to hold to our honor even when we are tested. Even when it is hard. It doesn't matter who wins or loses today as much as whether we hold to our honor, or no."

Barbara, the stalwart Stormward secretary arrives, following Ford.

Rey whispers something to Sophie as Leona finishes speaking.

    A Doll has arrived. And so, the party's officially started. Gloria herself couldn't have gotten this sad group excited, but now they can be. Or, at least from her raised chin and parasol raised to her shoulder, you'd think that from the way Doll walks in. Ford walking in behind her probably thought this was a Shrine to Doll. If only he were so fortunate.
    Leona's going on about something unimportant while Doll moves some steps further in, her eyes wandering about for the food table. There's gotta be a food table around here. Oh! A basket. There must be food in the basket. She struts her way over there and reaches in for something tasty.

Doll gets Gloria's Uncommon Prayer Book from a basket of free prayerbooks.

    A book. It's a book. This is probably not edible. Doll glares at it.

Preston turns to Balian and takes the helm from him. Balian gives a withering 'Oh good, I'm no longer Helm bitch now?' look at Preston before he wonders off to join the others and Preston steps forward after Leona speaks "In the name of the Templars, Gloria's disciples, I will contest on the field of honour, Lord Commander. We could not dishonour your great efforts in arranging this event in Gloria's name by not participating."

There's some flecks of dirt and dried blood on his gauntlets, but Agnarr has troubled himself to pull on some proper harness now. He looks halfway knightly, what with the torse cresting his sallet, though it doesn't look like he seems keen on fighting. Instead, he finds a place to sit and watch.

Reese turns her attention to Leona, nodding in response to her words. She doesn't choose a weapon yet, but instead studies the weapons of others, maybe trying to gage what is generally being used. She then looks toward the mercies, giving him a hopeful smile. Reese seems quite glad of their presence. Finally she nods in agreement with Samantha. "There are some battles I never want to fight." She says, suspiciously close to her comment about childbirth.

Orazio smiles back to Leona, and nods his approval of the Lord Commander's words. He also has an encouraging grin for Preston, and leans over to talk to his guards. Some enthusiastic gestures in Preston's direction are made.

Thesarin enters the hall as Leona makes her announcement, with his typical faint scowl on his face. He stands and scans the crowds, and starts generally in Samantha's direction.

Estaban comes walking into the shrine looking around, his blue eyes scan who is here he spots Reese and makes his way over to her puttinf a hand on her shoulder, "Princess Reese." he smiles to her then his hand comes off her shoulder and stands next to her arms crossing over his chest.

Eirene produces a flask from her pocket and pulls a drink after Leona’s speech. She holds it up in toast and then nods over at Estaban, who has ignored her for Reese. Whatever. She slips the flask away and steps forward to see who else is up for a fight.

Eirene has joined the Shrine.

Alarissa gets Gloria's Uncommon Prayer Book from a basket of free prayerbooks.

Daemon gives a sheepish grin toward Eirene as the lady and him exchange some choice words. Keeping a hand upon the hilt of his blade, he moves so he might listen to Leona with a faint smile on his face. He's ready for another round of bleeding, though hopefully not the kind that will open up the old wounds.

Reese has a smile for Preston when the Templar speaks. She then notices Estaban. "Lord Estaban. It is good see you. Are you fighting or watching?"

10 King's Own Guardsmen, Zelda, the royal messenger arrive, following Alaric.

    Doll flips irritably through this prayer book - which should have been something tasty and filling - like there might be something tasty and filling hidden between the pages. She sighs loudly, irritably, snaps a look to each side of herself and spots Alarissa getting another prayer book. She squints at Alarissa. Clearly these books are her property. Doll grabs another one and turns in apparent annoyance to leave, taking a look amongst the others here.

Doll gets Gloria's Uncommon Prayer Book from a basket of free prayerbooks.

Agnarr "Missed it," murmurs Agnarr, who comes up close to the gathered, opting to direct his quiet question Daemon's way. He nods over towards Leona, adjusting the bevor he's got donned. "What'd she say?"

Monique gets Gloria's Uncommon Prayer Book from a basket of free prayerbooks.

Ailith nods in a quiet reply to Leona. When all appear settled and readied, the Lord Commander concluding her announcement, the Palace Seraph straightens and looks across the Shrine before speaking to those assembled. Her voice does not raise, but is clearly heard, pitched to carry as oft a Seraph is taught. With her head bowed, she motions to everyone to join in prayer. "O Gloria, Goddess of War, these worthy combatants stand before you and seek to honor you with a contest of arms. May they fight well and we ask that you turn your shining face upon this combat and find it pleasing."

Ford moves around the back of the crowd after entering, seeing who's going to be fighting or not fighting. He slows to a stop where he can see most everybody.

Eirene not fight in every round? The gleam in Sophie's eyes suggests the onset of a quip, but it gets stowed when Leona addresses those assembled in honor of Gloria. To what Rey whispers to her, the Mother Mercy gently smiles and whispers something in return, then fishes out a pouch of herbs from her medical satchel. "Consider it an untraditional token, not to be interpreted by Lyecene culture. /That/ kind of favor is reserved for one and only one," she informs Eirene with amiable amusement.

Monique arrives to the Rite with a look of curiosity on her face. A thing she's never seen before! This ought to be exciting. She pauses to take a prayer book--and is not struck by lightning!

Orazio turns to watch Doll glare at the prayerbooks and others assembled. The Legate makes a sound somewhere between a cough and a laugh, and then turns back to listen to the offered prayer, his head bowing.

Estaban looks to Eirene a brow lifting up, "Lady Eirene, my apology." he states to her before looking back to Resse, "I was thinking of perhaps fighting and yourself?" he asks as his eyes watch Eirene.

Reese wields Destiny, a high quality mace.

Reiker spends he long moments during and after Leona's announcement scanning the room. The set of mostly unfamiliar faces means little, but are still observed carefully. He observes who chooses which weapons, and each ones confidence. The mercies oreparing for people to come to them, the girl that seemed set on perhaps eating a prayer book being disappointed instead, which almost brings a small smirk to his lips.

Preston wields Banisher of Shadows.

Ailith has joined the Shrine.

Lots of elite knights begin filing in! Are they here to participate? Well, maybe some are but sadly most of them have a day job and that's providing physical security to that King of the Compact who strides into the military camp-esque area of the Shrine with an energetic stride. Inasmuch as it is possible he tries not to bring the Rite to a grinding halt with his royal interruption as he finds a seat with a little bit of discreet regal waving to his adoring public (this might be somewhat more aspirational than practical).

Eirene nods back at the Mother Mercy and tucks the pouch away. “Much thanks...” After another drink she steps forward and grins at Estaban. “At least ONE round. For Gloria.” At that, she pulls another quick sip and offers the brandy to the Saik Lord. Ack! A King. She salutes smartly as he enters.

"What we'll be doing is what's called a bear pit - I'll take the first challenger to first blood. Whoever wins fights the next in line, and so on. First blood and then we stop, and the next person cycles in. Everyone who wants to fight gets a chance to fight, until we're done or until everyone has fought depending on how many fighters we have. (OOC - please +line/getinline) For those of you who are Mercies, who fight in less physical ways thank you for joining us. Offerings and gratitude to the Goddess are welcome from all who participate, whether you pick up a weapon today or not." Now Leona looks to Preston. "Sir Preston, would you care to challenge first, as Templar and devoted of Gloria?"

Samantha lifts her hand in greeting toward Ford from her spot in the Firepit.

    Oh. There's some kind of contest going on here. Doll sneers. From the look of her, she hates contests ALMOST worse than she hates inedible lumps of paper. She adjusts her parasol from shoulder to shoulder and stuffs her prayerbooks away. Somebody said something about fighting. She heard that much. She just didn't care. Maybe she might care if it involved HER fighting. If honoring Gloria meant harming people, that Doll honors Gloria all the damn time. There's some unseen shrug that heightens her shoulders. Her expression lightens. She catches Orazio making noises at her and squints at him accusingly.

Thesarin places a fits on his chest and offers a low bow to the King as he steps inside.

Daemon has joined the line.

Leona wields The King's Own Silver Dueling Long Sword.

Sophie has joined the Shrine.

Rey nods to Sophie, although the look she gives the Mother Mercy is still one of puzzled concern. She goes to stake out a place and begin laying things from her bag out in a precise order, like someone who's had a lot of experience with triage. As she does so, there's a subtle shift in her demeanor; that wandering confusion melts away, replaced by experienced motions and a perceptive gaze.

Samantha has left the Firepit.

Preston has joined the line.

Rey has joined the Shrine.

Reese turns her attention to Leona as the King's Own Commander speaks, listening to her with close attention. She seems quite interested in the coming fights.

Agnarr has joined the line.

Reese has joined the line.

Eirene has joined the line.

"May you honor the goddess, Sir Preston," Orazio puts in as the Templar is called forth. It's apparently as close to cheering as he can get in the current circumstances. The Templars at his side are studiously professional, but there's excited murmurings. He does catch the glare thrown in his direction by Doll, and returns it with a smile.

Dismayed, perhaps, that it won't be Leona he'll be facing, Agnarr nonetheless steps forth to take his place to wait, reaching for his warsword to undo the baldric, rest its point on his solleret, and look to the people gathered.

Daemon raises a hand to the right side of his bandaged face, luckily not too bloody this time and carefully uncovers the bandage from his eye. It's bloodshot as could be and shows signs of a much deeper cut lurking beneath, but the sutures seem to be holding well-enough. With a familiar smile toward Leona, the man dons his helmet and looks to Preston. Quite a show about to commence he's certain.

Leona murmurs something quietly to Preston, gesturing at her sword.

Agnarr wields a monstrous sword of war with a long banded grip.

Estaban nods his head taking the flask and taking a drink from it with a grin, "To Gloria Aunt Eirene." did he just call her aunt? Yeah he did. He spots the king and her turns to how to him, when he walks in.

Estaban has joined the line.

Eirene has another couple sips before she puts her flask away. “Good luck Estabby,” She cheerfully says. Alcohol is apparently her pre-fight ritual.

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

Preston bows to Leona - well, as far as he can in full armour. Preston pulls Banisher free of its sheath, the shiny diamondplate sword freshly honed and its blade refined into a keener edge "You humble a simple Templar, Lord Commander, but in GLoria's name we are always ready to show honour and venerate her with our struggles." Preston flexes his gauntlet before he takes the shield from his squire, the three rings of the faith on it "I accept your challenge, and will fight you with Banisher of Shadows."

Balian, a Templar squire have been dismissed.

Carissa, a Malvici bodyguard have been dismissed.

Reese starts to remove some of her heavy armor. She is starting to look much less shiny and much more normal.

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

A bored and uninterested man, previously judging the crowd comes to a quick stand as the influx of guardsmen enter. With king Alaric's presence nearby his right fist comes up to his heart in a quick and proper salute at his presence, though fails to offer any words. As the fights begin he turns to move back towards the fire place to get a better view.

Reiker has joined the Firepit.

Leona raises her weapon then in a salute to the King. "For Gloria's honor. For King and Compact." Then she salutes Preston. "For the joy of battle." With a smile, the fight is on.

Once the fighting starts, Ford begins moving again. This time towards the altar where he crouches down and brushes some of the dust from his father's sword. Even adjusting it a little bit so it sits better. When he rises, he makes his way around the crowd, stopping only to bow to the King before departing.

Sophie warmly smiles at Ailith, reaching out to give a surreptitious but fond squeeze of her friend's hand. "Such a lovelt and moving prayer." Whatever else there might be for catching up is put on hold as the fight fight commences.

And there is that first class of metal on metal, Preston's attack only finding the metal of Leona's blade. A wry smile crosses his lips and, after a moment's pushing of metal on metal, he takes a step back to better engage Leona again.

Rey doesn't seem very interested in watching the people fight. Quite to the contrary, in fact. But she does, anyway, because seeing the injury happen is going to make it easier to treat.

Gerard, a secretary arrives, following Brianna.

Barbara, the stalwart Stormward secretary leaves, following Ford.

Preston takes minor damage.

Alaric regards the growing line of ritual combatants with an appraising look, and the sort of casually playful grin that generally indicates a King that's about to go somewhat off-script. Without looking at his Observer assistant he holds out a hand to Zelda, who hands him a dual ribbon of Grayson green and Crown gold, and with it in hand he proceeds up to Eirene to tie the favor around her arm, as one does in these proceedings. He tells her something quietly.

Ailith briefly tears her eyes away from the combat to warmly greet her friend, hands clasping to squeeze. "Thank you, Princess Sophie. I am glad you and the other Mercies honor this Rite with your presence."

Leona parries, moving swiftly. Clang on metal and another clang, both of them circling. She goes left, then right, left again - her steps seem so slow but she's never in one place. There's no real pattern to them which works out to her advantage as she swings now and cuts - a light cut but first blood nonetheless. Instantly she stops, taking a step back and saluting Preston. "Well fought, Sir Knight."

There's a couple of audible sounds of disappointment as Preston is the first to bleed from Orazio's Templars, but the Legate claps. "Honor and valor," he calls out, to both combatants.

Wait. Did the king just... Eirene stares at him in horror, blue eyes wide. “Your majesty, I’m gonna lose. I’m a doctor, not a duelist!” She motions at the favor in alarm. “I’m the worst champion you could chose.”

It is now Daemon's turn to speak.

Brianna Halfshav brings no one, but she shows up to the Shrine of Gloria, obviously dressed to kill. Or, well, fight. In a slim-fitting jacket of black silk without a shirt beneath, baring the line of her collarbone and decolletage, and slim-fitting pants of black leather. A single pauldron painted with Shav lines decorates one arm, and her one-handed battle axe is slung on her hip. She steps inside the shrine, her gaze drawing to Alaric and Eirene for a moment as she catches the moment of the king's off-scripting, before she sweeps a gaze to catch the end of Leona and Preston's duel and claps.

Reese cheers when the fight comes to an end. "Well fought. Praise Gloria."

Monique echoes Reese's cheers, boisterously. "That was incredible!"

Brianna has joined the line.

After that first clang of metal on metal, Preston manages to turn aside Leona's second strike and his blade finds its way under her guard to strike her side but finds only the metal. Still. He readies again and even as Leona turns his attack aside with her blade, he feels that warm sting of honed edge to his skin and pulls his body back too late, that warming feel of blood quickly staunched as he presses his hand to the area and presses his under armour against the wound. A slight hiss quickly makes way to a slightly wounded smile to Leona and a bow "Lord Commander. A fine fight. If you would agree next time to fight without armour and perhaps with one leg tied behind your back, I might have you one day." Preston bows his head "Gloria always values our contributions. And humility is a valuable lesson, I thank you."

Leona chuckles at Preston. "For the honor of Gloria I would, but I think it unnecessary. You do better than you know," she smiles at the Templar and then looks to the next in line. "Sir Daemon, well met indeed. Are you prepared?"

Estaban moves to poke Eirene's shoulder and grins at her watching as the King gives her his favor, he claps his hand cheering on Leona and Preston..."Well fought!" he calls out.

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

Ailith joins the applause, echoing the statements. "Gloria be praised. Well fought, Lord Commander, Sir Preston."

As the fight finishes, Sir Daemon draws in a deep breath and draws his blade. Red steel glinting in the light of the shrine. Which speaking of was clearly wreaking havoc on his wounded eye, which soon disappears beneath the folds of linen bandages that wrap down the other half of his face. He steps into the circle, bidding a bow toward the Lord Commander and Sir Preston as he passes them. With a mumbled prayer, he raises his blade slowly in a salute toward the woman. "I am prepared and honored, Lord Commander. May Gloria find us true and good luck." Another deep and proper bow follows before the man dips down lower into a martial stance.

Eirene's outburst certainly alerts Sophie to the King's presence. For a moment, she regards the unfolding scene, then sidelong looks at Ailith, a hint of humor in her mouth. Oh, but then the Palace Seraph is murmuring something to her, and she replies with a murmur of her own, followed with heartfelt applause for the combatants. "Well done! Gloria is well and rightly honored by you both."

Reese cheers as Daemon steps up. "Yay, Sir Daemon!"

Christine arrives with a soft smile, looking around. She gets comfortable wherever she can watch at the combats, add well as to the other spectators.

"Go for the cheek," suggests Agnarr from the sideline, pulling on his bevor's straps, getting it in there nice and tight.

Leona again salutes the King, sword pointed up. Her shield bears the Valardin arms - the shield of Dayne Valardin strapped to her right arm. Then she salutes Daemon. "For honor and Gloria both then," she says simply, and the fight begins.

Alaric projects regal assurance to offset Eirene's horrified reaction. "Now now, let's not be defeatist; with the proper devotion to Gloria and a worthy cause to champion anyone can prevail in a duel to first blood. I have every confidence you have it within you to rise to the occasion," he declares confidently. "Do your best, Guildmaster."

Daemon takes moderate damage.

Eirene checked composure at difficulty 20, rolling 10 lower.

"The cheek?" questions Brianna with a brush of humor at the edges of her words as she moves to claim a space at Agnarr's side, her gaze dragging over the man and her brow curving upwards. But as the Lord Commander and Lord Daemon begin fighting, her attention returns to the ring, obviously impressed as it lingers on Leona.

Leona starts the fight much like the last, but the big man who is brother to the Knights of Solace is clearly unknown to her. A feint here, a feint there, a clang off the shield and then a sidestep - she is fighting cagey now, testing his mettle, seeing what he has. When she finally sees an opening she takes it, and when her sword makes contact she pulls back immediately. Saluting Daemon she says, "Well fought, Sir Daemon. Your courage and honor are lessons to us all, as it was not so long ago that you were barely up from recovering grievous wounds indeed."

"Bleeds easy, but forgot her helm's got no visor," Agnarr explains for Brianna's benefit as he eyes Leona's choice of helm. And with how it turns out, he seems mildly dismayed, standing up straight to look to the grounds, jaw working briefly, visor kept raised. "Me now, I think." He shoulders his warsword, stepping forth to join.

It is now Preston's turn to speak.

Eirene mutters something back to the King, grumbling. Then she looks horrified as if realizing what she just said, instantly apologetic. She glances up at the fight and bites her lip, looking chagrined.

"Well fought." Reese says toward both the Commander and Daemon. She continues to wait in line.

It is now Agnarr's turn to speak.

Daemon steels himself as the two lock their blades. At least he has an excuse that he's only working with half of his vision as the two lock, but he still puts on at least a good showing. As blade meets blade, the man can only keep up for so long before one at last breaches his defenses. As the blade sails over his side, it dips just deep enough into his breastplate to leave its mark. Immediately breaking, Daemon raises both of his arms with his sword tilted onto its head. "Yield, yield." He repeats quickly, his smile slowly returning. "You honor me with your praise, Lord Commander. Thank you for the opportunity to serve Gloria." Well, at least he didn't open up any wounds. That much as him looking back to Eirene with a wry smile.

Estaban leans in to speak with Eirena his hand moving to his shoulder and says softly to her in a soft tone.

Daemon has joined the Shrine.

"Well done Dracone!" Alarissa calls out when he yields, an approving look on her face and then looking to the next competitor.

Thesarin gives a single, simple nod.

Preston slides Banisher away into its sheath and moves to stand with Orazio, still smiling "I am glad to know that I managed to at least get a hit on the Lord Commander even if I didn't mark her. It gives me some confidence the Dominus did not choose too poorly." Preston flexes his hand "The boats will be coming into the harbour with the rest of the Templars soon, Father Orazio. It might be the greatest gathering of the Faith Militant in some time."

Eirene takes a deep breath and makes a sweeping bow, blade to her forehead in salute. “I’ll try to do your bidding, my King.” She’s starting to grin so it can’t be all bad. Estaban is given a nod and a shrug. “Hey, all for Gloria, right?”

Leona salutes Daemon again with a barely-seen smile behind her visor and then turns to Agnarr. Behind her helm those blue eyes are unredable. Saluting first the King and then Agnarr she says simply, "To first blood, Agnarr. If you can refrain from chopping off both my arms. For Gloria and honor, at your mark."

Since Eirene is busy trying to get out of fight and/or saying awful things to the King, Rey goes to Daemon to tend to him. She starts by taking off any armor that happens to be in the way of what she's doing with small, experienced fingers. Once she's done with the injury, she'll touch his arm: "I can re-dress your other bandage for you if you'd like."

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

Corban slips into the shrine. Not late, per se. Fashionably tardy! Or something! He was gone for a bit, okay? He seems to be looking for the spot to join those in glory to Gloria, and takes a deep breath, looking this way and that.

Christine has joined the Shrine.

    The parasol on Doll's shoulder spins, idle, while she looks onward at the people stabbing and cutting each other in their big clunky armor. She rolls her eyes and glances toward the entry, then briefly at the King nearby. Her nose wrinkles, but she keeps her sandals just where she'd set them at the start of all this stupid Gloria-praising.

Ailith prevents a chuckle from escaping by covering her mouth during the many whispered exchanges with Sophie between the matches. Mirth and a bit of eye rolling follow. The Palace Seraph straightens, tugging at her sleeves, before the next match begins. Applause for the last as well.

"To first blood. And no. Can't chop through steel," is Agnarr's retort. He stands straight to salute with the sword, hilt in front of his face, then down, doing this for both Alaric and Leona, if a little halfheartedly. Then it's on.

Brianna quirks a quick smile at Agnarr as he moves to join the Lord Commander, but as the two face off against each other-- The lady's voice lifts in a bright, amused whooping as she calls out to the other woman, "Take him out, Leona!"

Agnarr takes minor damage.

Reese wields Devotion, a silvery pink alaricite short sword.

Estaban gets Gloria's Uncommon Prayer Book from a basket of free prayerbooks.

Christine claps her hands at the end of each combat, but for now she's contented with looking.

"My thanks, Lady Rey." Daemon intones to the woman as he sits by the shrine among the others, his blade sheathed as he watches the next fight proceed. "Thank you kindly as well but this one I got done just before coming here at the House of Solace. Figured it was near mandatory, no?" He smiles briskly. "You do us all a service coming out today. If no one has told you yet, we all appreciate it."

Just Agnarr's luck that he hadn't lowered his visor for the fight, expecting to need the added vision and breathing. For his trouble, he earns a little nick to the cheek. Tiny, but it's blood. Stepping back and lowering his warsword, he bows slightly, then hauls out to make room for the next, saying nothing to Gloria (for he is a heathen.)

Alaric grins charmingly and gives Eirene an encouraging slap on the shoulder. "I'm sure you'll do me proud," he declares confidently and returns to his seat.

Corban has joined the line.

Rey gives Daemon a warm smile. "It gives me joy to be able to help put things back like they should be, Sir Dracone. In any little way that I can."

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

Reese watches the fight with great interest. She cheers once again as it comes to and end and blood is spilled. The Grayson Princess seems quite into this event.

Estaban grins, "RIght, for Gloria." he says to the woman and looks to the king with a smile and then looks back to the fighting nodding his head as he watches.

Eirene says, "Yeah!" She cheers as the big man is out. Now she has a chance. "Good hit!"

Leona circles, and for a minute she looks like she's going to draw him out, see what he's made of and test his mettle. Then Brianna's calling out and she just responds, swift as lightning. She salutes Agnarr as they step back. "To honorable combat," she says to him, but there's a look on her face that says she wanted to fight more.

Monique spies Corban arriving and the Minx rises from her place to his side, grinning. "Come to honor Gloria, Lord Telmar?" she asks, a single eyebrow quirking to him. "Or just get bruised?"

Alarissa has left the Firepit.

Pellinor leaves, following Alarissa.

Katarina has left the Firepit.

"You act as if there is a difference, Lady Monique," says Corban with a small smile touching at the edges of his lips. "Although I attempt to honor Gloria in all of my combat, it is a particular honor to participate in a rite to her, no?"

It is now Reese's turn to speak.

A bright, fierce grin curves at Brianna's lips as Leona lunges and makes her mark, even as she's on her feet, whooping and clapping. "Good. I didn't want to face the brick wall," she shouts to Leona. But her gaze drags to Agnarr and she tips a more apologetic smile to him as she adds, "Sorry, darling."

Leona mutters to no one in particular, "This is not how I thought this would go."

Orazio laughs. "The King's Own truly live up to their reputation," he calls out, with approval.

Alaric has joined the Firepit.

Ailith responds to Sophie when there's a break and combatants prepare for the next match. "The Lord Commander may last through all the rounds. I've witnessed firsthand the gauntlet challenge of a practice session," she says quietly to the Mercy. Her attention stays fixed on Leona and Brianna, noting how each move.

Preston has joined the Firepit.

Leona looks over at Orazio and suddenly chuckles. "I am not my predecessor, but we do try," she says with a salute of her sword and a half-bow to the Legate, even as she waits for the next person.

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

Reese is buckled back into her shiny armor and carrying her silvery pink sword. She has it carefully pointed down until she gets into the rink. She looks over to Leona, giving the woman a somber smile. "May Gloria be with us Lord Commander." She says then brings her visor down. She then gets into a fighting position.

Backing off, settling the massive warsword back into the scabbard and propping that on the most convenient wall or post, Agnarr undoes his bevor, placing his hands on his belt and moving to watch Reese next. "Wouldn't have mattered much," he mumbles to Brianna.

"My Uncle Dayne is surely most proud," Sophie concurs in regard to Ailith's assessment of Leona. And then her eyes briefly drift towards the fire pit, alighting on Alaric, whom she offers a polite nod and lambent smile.

Christine taps her nose, thinking. When Agnarr loses she waves to him.

"It's a noble goal, to be sure," Monique replies to Corban, lips curving in response. "The Lord Commander is as yet undefeated in her event. May I offer you a small favor that I hope will bring you luck, my lord, when your turn comes up?"

Brianna's laugh is exhaled, her head shaking as she leans closer to murmur something back while her fierce, blue eyes linger on Reese and Leona. She doesn't cheer for either in this fight, only watching with sharp interest.

Leona salutes Reese. "I pray that She will be. For Gloria, honor, King," she says with a salute to Alaric, "and Compact." The Lord Commander is short in words here but she raises her sword once more, ready to fight Reese, looking for those openings.

"Your favor would be most welcome, as I know it brings, if not luck, then comfort to know your thoughts are with me." A warm smile from Corban to the Greenmarch woman next to him. "So, yes, please. At the very least, something to flutter before the Dame Commander does away with me."

They circle each other, and it seems they are either equally skilled, or perhaps used to each other's fighting styles. They circle, and metal hits metal once, twice, thrice. Neither is injured, but Leona is smiling now as they continue the fight. She moves left, and in, but Reese counters, and then Leona steps back. Her next shot is more to force Reese to keep her distance than anything else, easily dodged by the other woman, but helping Leona maintain a proper distance from her opponent.

Estaban ceers on Reese, "Yes, you got this your Highness!" he calls out to her in sypport, he watches their movments as they go about their fight.

Monique leans in to tie the favor, murmuring something low to the Telmar Voice as she does. When she pulls away, her smile lingers. "May Gloria favor your blade, my lord, as I do. I know you will do her great honor. It's too bad Duke Arn isn't here to see it."

The fight continues on and on and neither seems to able to touch the other. They parry and dodge, circling around each other while evading blows. This is quite the long first blood match. Reese seems very focused on Leona on right now. She watches her intensely as if trying to gage her next move.

Eirene says, "My match will be over soon, I promise... I don't do well against armor. And I don't wear it..."

Leona takes minor damage.

Christine cheers. "Come on, kid!"

Preston claps his hand against his armour "Princess!" he calls in congratulations.

Brianna's conversation may be with Agnarr, but her attention remains (mostly) on the fight between Reese and Leona. There is a hint, perhaps, of disappointment in her clear blue eyes as Leona loses, unable to hide it, but she does clap for the Princess Reese as she wins.

While trading some low conversation with Brianna, Agnarr watches the fight. He does not cheer for Reese's victory, but neither is he particularly surprised, lips twinging.

Corban leans in and murmurs something back to Monique and then remains in that leaned-in pose so that Monique can tie on the favor to him. He then brings himself upright and nods. "Ah. I am sure he will find some fault with my technique," says the Telmar lord. "But regardless, we do honor to Gloria when we fight nobly, not just when we win."

Alaric is overheard praising Leona for: Lasting so deep through such a talented gauntlet of warriors.

With a faint sort of amusement, Sophie smiles when Reese draws first blood. Looks like she won't be needing to treat Grayson wounded pride, this day. All the same, she heartily applauds. "Honorably fought!"

They circle, and parry, dodge and thrust. Perhaps she is outmatched. Perhaps the toll of the fights before her have left her weary, but at last Leona leaves her arm out slightly and Reese takes advantage. Leona steps back with a smile, saluting Reese with a half-bow. "For Gloria and honor, King and Compact. Well fought, Princess Reese." She looks at the line of people waiting. "And now I believe you have challenges to win." She grins then and steps to the sid, taking her helm off to watch the rest of the fights.

"Congratulations, Your Highness! Well fought, Lord Commander!" Orazio actually breaks out into brief and utterly dignified applause as the battle comes to an end.

It is now Eirene's turn to speak.

Eirene has no chance of winning this, as she told Alaric, but it's all for Gloria, right? She steps up, slender in her black embroidered leathers. The Flame-Mender is a standard blade, no special metals, but of excellent make. She raises it in salute to the fire pit, the King whose green and gold favor is about her arm, and her princess knight opposite. "Don't hit me too hard, Pinky" she jokes.

Orazio is overheard praising Leona for: Proving why the King's Own deserve their reputation.

"Lady Eirene!" calls out the Mother Mercy. "Ten thousand silver for the Physicians Guild should Gloria show you her favor!" Although, let's be honest, Sophie will be donating that 10k regardless of who wins the match.

"Honorable display of combat. Well fought, both of you." Ailith applauds both Leona and Reese, her cheers whole heartily expressed.

Reiker is overheard praising Reese for: A well placed blow, it got results.

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

Monique claps wildly for Princess Reese and the Lord Commander. "Now, that was a show! Surely, your names are ringing in the God's ears right now!" She turns back to Corban. "Getting nervous yet?" she asks, innocently.

Leona salutes Alaric, hand over heart, and then turns to Orazio and smiles slightly, giving him a bow of acknowledgement. "Thank you," she says quietly, but she waits to see the next fight along with the rest of them.

Estaban grins, "Yeah! Princess!" he yells out and then his eyes fall to Eirene, "You got this Lady Eirene! "

Reese was quite focused on the fight and then she finally got a strike against Leona that drew blood. It barely drew blood and is really just a small cut. She immediately stops fighting upon seeing that red. "Well fought, Commander Leona. Praise Gloria" She says, sounding sincerely impressed. She then turns her focus to Eirene, giving her a smile. "I wouldn't want to harm you. That wouldn't be in my best interest, but..." She says and lifts her blade. "Honor demands I truly fight. And you are worthy of an opponent who is not holding back. There is much steel in you, Lady Eirene."

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

Leona is overheard praising Reese for: A well-fought bout for the honor of Gloria! Well done!

Reese is overheard praising Leona for: She is amazing in the the dueling rink for more reasons than just her sword swings, although they are quite impressive.

Eirene takes moderate damage.

"She's winning the rest of those," surmises Agnarr with a mildly disappointed exhale, but nonetheless he lifts his hand to Reese. Then resumes his quiet conversations again.

Reese lifts her silvery pink sword and strikes out at Eirene. Once she draws the healer's blood, Reese is quick to stop fighting. She looks her over carefully, seemingly even a bit concerned. "Lady Eirene, well fought."

Alaric is overheard praising Eirene for: Representing the King's favor with tenacity!

"Bravely done, Lady Eirene!" Orazio applauds the healer. "Gloria's grace be with the combatants!"

Corban seems to just notice that he is behind Lady Brianna in the line to get thwumped by Reese -- to battle honorable for Gloria -- and inclines his head to her. "Lady Brianna. A good day. You know Lady Monique?" he asks, touching the Greenmarch's arm and nodding to the Halfshav. "And not nervous. I know Princess Reese will dispatch me swiftly."

Eirene traded a blow or two but its ARMOR. And alaricite versus leather is no contest. She is totally unsurprised and bows out elegantly. The King's favor is untied and she holds it without an idea about what to do next. She looks around, lost.

Given that her name falls into 'the rest of these', Brianna's brow curves up sharply at Agnarr's words. Whatever he may say quietly to her, she shakes her head simply and then draws her attention to Corban. "We have met, yes," she offers easily, grinning towards the other woman. "During that spar with Dame Esoka. And-- you may surprise yourself, Lord Corban. I am certainly not going into a fight assuming I shall lose."

Rey motions to Eirene from over where she's got bandages and things. Her smile is sympathetic.

Leona cheers as Eirene and Reese fight. "Bravely done," she says to both of them, and then at Eirene's look she says - "You keep the favor of a King, and remember the day that you fought for him on the field. Today you fought for Gloria and His Majesty, and that is no small thing. Keep it safe, and remember the courage and honor you showed today."

It is now Estaban's turn to speak.

"You were there when we met," Monique reminds Corban with a low chuckle, nodding her fiery head to Brianna. "The Lady was going to set up a meeting, but I've yet to hear. Good luck, Lady Halfshav. You do honor to the gods."

"I am certainly not assuming, I will win." Reese adds in response to Brianna's words. She has a smile for both the redhead and Corban.

Estaban wields Riptide, the Southport Admiral's cutlass.

"Oh. Yes. Of course. How could I forget?" Corban shakes his head, blinking once as he is reminded of their meeting. "Well. I know Lady Brianna is looking forward to the Spring Soiree that we are together for, Lady Monique. It will truly be the Event of the Season."

Estaban claps his hand, "Well done Lady Eirene! well done! " he calls out to her then he moves into the ring with Resse and rolls his shoulders looking to Reese bowing his head to her and then the king, "For Gloria!" then his eyes fall to reese.

Eirene waves the Mercy off. She can see to her own slash later. Leona is given a grin and a salute. The favor is held up towards Alaric and she grins. "Told you I'd suck," she announced before tucking the token into her doublet.

"Lord Estaban," Orazio calls out, "For Saik and Gloria!"

Leona is not so lost to the Rite that she is ignorant of what her King is up to either. As she speaks, her head turns only slightly. Is she keeping track of His Majesty and potential shenanigans? You bet your ass she is.

Stepping into the shrine with the straight-backed stance of a prideful man who's strength of body has carried him this far in life. Ansgar's massive bear-like frame towers over most of the people as her comes to spectate what it is that is going on, whatever had managed to get the old warrior here seems to have slipped his mind and he watches on with a slight bit of confusion in his gaze.

Reese keeps her sword drawn, but she does quickly wipe off the blood. She then turns her attention to Estaban as he joins the rink. "Lord Estaban, it is an honor to duel with you." She says in his direction. Her blue eyes hold warmth. "May Gloria be with us both."

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

"How can I not look forward to an event where fun is mandatory? And I'm sure it will be abundant, with your hosting," Brianna counters easily, her lips quirking into a crooked smile. "I have a dress already on order for it."

Christine may cross Ansgar at the door, since there is where her feet bring her, eventually, after more clapping and waves.

When she's waved off, Rey looks from Eirene to Alaric and shakes her head slightly. She's about to turn away to re-arrange her supplies when that impossible to miss lumbering bear of a man catches her attention. She freezes in place, and just stares at him.

Daemon has left the Shrine.

Alaric is just sitting by the firepit spectating! No shenanigans whatsoever. Honest. He smiles and nods approvingly to Eirene. "I do not regret my decision," he proclaims confidently.

Pellinor arrives, following Alarissa.

Alarissa arrives, following Victus.

Reese and Estaban are both quite nimble on the field. Neither has managed to hit the other yet. Reese once again seems very focused on the fight.

"Speaking of outfits," Monique offers to Corban, grinning, "have you had one made yet for it?" A single brow lifts up like the answer had better be 'yes'.

"Gloria probably likes big championship belts, right?" Victus muses toward Alarissa as the giant of a man enters the shrine with the Princess-Consort on his arm. Of course on his other arm he is proudly holding onto the Magnificent Championship Title straight from the Tournament of Roses itself. Apparently the one bit of vanity he lets slip when in the presence of the gods. Though regardless of the festivities, the High Lord is dressed only in his blood-black lordly attire. "You said Leona was winning when you left? Fu-Freakin' hope she's still winnin' or I'm gonna be mighty disappointed."

There is a look of a deer caught in the latern-lights, Corban's eyes going wide. "I. Well. With the campaigns, you know, it has been really a busy time. Not to mention the need to /organize/ the party." Dodge and weave, Corban! "And then I have this jacket, so I thought I could just marry it to my existing silks, or one of my other outfits ..." He didn't think he should have another outfit made. Just admit it, dude.

Ailith clears her throat abruptly to bow her head. Slight robe adjustments including a play with her sleeve. All together brief before she focuses on the Rite once more.

Estaban is focused on his target he seems to be quick on his feet being able to dodge many of Reese's blows, he is in just leather she in steel but they both seem to be going at it not yet hitting each other.

Having people staring at him is nothing new, and so Ansgar's confused gaze slowly scans the crowd, catching sight of another massive man, Agnarr, Ansgar gives a grunt, as if from one beast to another, despite how far apart they may be, as he is scanning the crowds, Rey is noticed staring at him. Ansgar offers a wink toward the slip of a woman and looks past her, but slowly his gaze moves back as if he's trying to place if he knows her. A thick finger points to Rey. "Didn't you visit cloudspine recently?"

"This is a good fight," Leona comments, her eyes trained on Reese and Estaban. "Don't go easy on him," she shouts to Reese as Victus and Alarissa enter. She grins at her cousin. "No one can hold the field all day," she says to Victus, "And honor is tested as much in loss as in victory. Not that I'd expect you to admit knowing anything about that," she adds with a wink. "It's a good day to fight for Gloria. That's all I was hoping for, really."

Reese and Estaban continue to dance about each other in the field with neither getting a hit. Reese's dancing is a little more loud and heavy-footed in all that steel, but it remains a dance. Her focus is quite intense as she continues to fight.

"If you will excuse me. I think I have actually thought of a date for your soiree," Brianna murmurs as Monique and Corban fall into discussing his outfit for the event, offering them both a smile, before she moves towards Leona, of all people. She adds to Victus's disappointment, "I am not quite sure how to feel yet about not being able to face the Lord Commander. I was looking forward to it, I must admit."

"When I left" But it seems that Leona is not. "And now it seems my cousin is." Someone went to fetch the Prince of Maelstrom. Leona calls over and she smiles her way. "No, one cannot last forever, but such is how it is." She looks to Victus. "Do you wish to enter or just watch?"

Lifting his chin and pale gaze some to peer over at Ansgar, the massive northman in the crowds returns his own interest, not unimpressed. Someone who can relate to his fear of doorway head-banging! He merely grunts back - as if this were some language their ilk seems to share - and then, Agnarr's attention is back on the field.

"I... I think..." Rey isn't focused on the fight anymore; for whatever reason, seeing Ansgar has stolen that clarity that she had a moment ago. "Have I met you, my lord? I thought it was a dream..."

Christine has left the Shrine.

Monique's brow lofts to Corban, but she lifts a hand to wave to Brianna as the Lady departs. Then she turns back to Corban, ready to scold the Lord soundly, but he's saved by the Greenmarcher catching on Agnarr. "Master Agnarr," she calls out a greeting. "Join us? I wanted to speak to you about our business and the people you wondered about before. Perhaps while we watch?"

Leona looks at Brianna, one eyebrow raised. "Did you need something? Or did you want to sit while you waited for your turn to fight?" She smiles slightly. "You know we'll have ample time to fight each other at will, you've only to ask. I just don't tend to fight outside of Rites and actual battle. And training. And in the training center. And regular sparring matches." The woman fights /a lot/.

When the grunting introductions of Ansgar and Agnarr are made, Ansgar's attention is brought back to Rey once more and his wide chest puffs up a bit. "Oh you've likely heard my name, I am Lord Ansgar Blackram, General of the Blackram forces."

Estaban continues to move about Reese his attention purely on the woman in front of him moving in to attack but then back up quickly as she swings at him, they trade blows and seem to almost be dancing with one another trading sword blow after sword blow.

Rey gives Ansgar an uncertain smile. "I think I must have dreamed about you, Lord General. We were sitting together on a cloud."

"Some Lord Commander you are, cos." Victus snorts toward Leona as he drapes his massive arm across her shoulders and briefly pulls her in for what can only be described as a... martial 'hug'. Though it's more like a forceful squeeze that briefly displaces her and then has her quickly shoved right back before anyone could assume it was anything close to 'affection'. Back to Brianna he motions, "Can't have gone any worse than when you were starin' at me from the floor, eh? We should get back at it again." Then he looks back to Alarissa with a snort. "Don't think it'd be fair to the other competitors if I got involved now. Not like I'm dressed for the occasion anyhow. First blood would look poor in these threads. Not that I think their owner would give a dam-give any care."

Eirene eyes the big guy and the entourage before turning back to Alaric. She clasps a hand on his shoulder, grinning and offers a "Congrats!" She offers another bow and slips off to watch the rest, letting him enjoy the show of the two equally matched fighters.

Introductions of overgrowth done, Agnarr moves on from his vantage point to look over at Monique. Nodding, he strolls on over, joining her and Corban with a brief once-over of the latter. "Was plain business. Mostly done now, but if you need my hand, I'll return the favor," he tells them both more generally, fiddling off with his gauntlets to take them off.

Estaban continues to move about Reese his attention purely on the woman in front of him moving in to attack but then back up quickly as she swings at him, they trade blows and seem to almost be dancing with one another trading sword blow after sword blow as he dances withthe Princess a small smirk coming to his lips.

Corban furrows his brow as Brianna moves off to talk to the Commander of the King's Own, letting out a 'huh.' Not judgment, of course, but just mild surprise. He shrugs his shoulders and then turns back to Monique. He nods to Agnarr, but doesn't otherwise say much.

"Could be worse than that, certainly. I tried to spar Sir Agnarr and well-- He does hit harder than you," counters Brianna to Victus, a breath of laughter exhaled with her words as she nods. "But someday, soon. We should." Her gaze meets Leona's though, and her lips part on something before closing, before smiling towards the Lord Commander. "Of course. I could ask, but would that be too easy?"

Seeming a bit confused by Rey's words, Ansgar glances from side to side at the talk of dreaming and sitting on clouds. "Well did you not say you just visited the Cloudspine? Maybe that is the cloud in your dream. As for dreaming of me, I am a Knight of Solace, perhaps you've seen me swinging a big heavy weapon and saving Mercies, and it came back to you. Ansgar offers a welcoming smile. "You small pretty girls seem to dream of us big tough men."

Ailith bends a little in order to speak at length with Princess Sophie, their words soft. Then, the Seraph stands up straight to focus on the Rite itself and in between the matches glances about the Shrine.

Monique greets Agnarr as she joins them, nodding her bright head to the mountain of a man. "I do have something I might need your hand in, now that you mention it. Were you planning to attend the Spring Soiree, Master Agnarr?" she asks the Redrain vassal curiously. There's a discreet little look to Corban at the question.

Alaric smiles to Eirene as she departs and otherwise continues to talk quietly around the firepit while he watches Estaban and Reese buzz about each other. That first blood seems like an elusive target indeed.

Ender, a Silver Gyrfalcon, Ursa arrive, following Marian.

"Yes, that must have been it," Rey agrees with regards to Cloudspine being a cloud in her dream. "Although I can't remember when I was there. I'm pleased to meet you while I'm awake, my lord." Rey dips a well-executed curtsy. "I'm Lady Rey Laveer."

It would seem that Sophie's quiet conversation with Ailith has drawn to a close, capped off with a fond and friendly smile. Then, she's heading towards the King and his makeshift entourage -- and Eirene in particular. A flask is extended. "A little something to take care of the pain while I take care of the bleeding?" A kindly look to Preston follows. "Perhaps a bit of ointment for your own wound, Sir Preston?" A beatific smile is offered to Alaric.

Sophie has left the Shrine.

Leona endures the most martial hug that ever hugged, though now that her helmet is off it's fairly plain to see she isn't averse to Victus' show of - affection? Still, she comments, "I'm fairly sure Brianna just said you needed to hit her harder next time. I'm a helper." To Brianna she adds, "And if you sign up, you're only going to end up spending far more time than you want getting hit by me. You may want to rethink that ask."

Sophie has joined the Firepit.

The fight still continues! Reese seems to be having this sort of tunnel vision where only Estaban and his blade exists to her. She is really intent on trying to win.

Eirene has left the Shrine.

Estaban takes moderate damage.

Leona is overheard praising Estaban for: A well-fought, focused battle indeed! Nicely done!

"Most like I'll be late to it, if I do," ponders Agnarr after a pause for thought for Monique. There's a pause, however, when he overhears Brianna mentioning her name - causing him to look over and correct, "Not a Sir yet." Then, back at the Greenmarch redhead, he wonders, "Need me to do something? Might not be the best place." He might pay heed to Corban next, but then, finally, the match is over and he looks over to see Reese winning.

Orazio is overheard praising Estaban for: An excellent match.

Eirene goes to drink and examine the slice in her arm. She wriggles her nose at it and heads out, pressing a bandage against it with a scowl.

"I would be upset yes, if you got those clothes bloody." There's what Victus chooses and then there's stuff supplemented into his wardrobe of late that while still appropriate for the man to wear is just a little higher quality and not something else. But She's not sticing like glue to his side and Alarissa looks to Marian as she starts to waddle in. "It emerges. Look Victus, this is what you should expect in six months time." She cautions him with a smile.

Orazio is overheard praising Reese for: A masterful showing at the Rite of Gloria.

"Lady Rey, a pleasure to see you again, but it is probably best not to choose the Shrine to Gloria to discuss sleeping and dreaming together." Ansgar clears his throat, he had spotted... is that the king? He thinks it is the king? Glancing again to Rey, Ansgar. "Did I leave my armor and weapons with you when we last met up?" ANsgar seems to think he had come here to fight or some such.

Reese is overheard praising Estaban for: He is so hard to hit! A great opponent.

Leona pauses in her side conversation to cheer the match she has been watching throughout. "Well fought," she shouts at Estaban and Reese. "Nicely struck, Princess Reese!"

Preston gives a gentle smile and nods his head "It would be helpful to get the wound ointmented so we can be sure it doesn't get worse. It looks bad if we allow ourselves to bleed over the Temple."

It is now Brianna's turn to speak.

Marian arrives late to the Rite of Gloria, but the recent recluse is there and very, seven months pregnant as the normally graceful princess waddles into the shrine. She gives a smile as she realizes that she made it in time to see Reese fight. Then looks around to see who else is there watching the sacred rites.

"/If/ he can hit me, next time. I have learned to be quite a bit faster since the last time," Brianna counters, her nose wrinkling with an amused spark in blue eyes as Leona 'helps'. But, she only leans close to murmur something to the Lord Commander, before reaching to unsling her waraxe and move towards the ring as the fight ends and she has to face Reese now.

Preston is overheard praising Reese for: Has she ever considered the joys of cleaning a firepit with a broom and wet rag? We always need Templars....

"Then I'll hit her. Very hard." Victus grunts back to the pair. "Agnarr is a giant from the North, you need to be reminded what a giant of the Isles feels like methinks." His hands instinctively run over the alaricite war axe that was strapped to his back. Always pays to be prepared after all. "What do you think, Cos? Should I bother being a late entry, armorless and all? Or should I listen to my beautiful wife's fashion sense? The decisions that we must face in married life is difficult." The familiar form of Marian waddling in has a grin across his face for his former opponent though. "Oh, you'll be as strong and fast as her in six months? Bestill my freakin' heart."

Brianna wields wicked wildfires one-handed waraxe with deer hide wrapped handle.

Rey nods to the first thing Ansgar says, but she seems a little bit confused as to why, and just agreeing to go along. Then: "No, my lord. I don't think you did. I don't really know how my dr --" Wait, no dream talk. "I don't know where they are."

Reese finally strikes a blow against Estaban that breaks through his defenses and draws his blood. She stops fighting the moment she notices the cut. "Well fought, Lord Estaban. You are amazing." She says in his direction. She then turns her attention to Brianna and has a smile for the redhead. "I will do by best Lady Brianna, a fierce redhead like yourself, deserves the best I can bring and you shall have it." She says, but her tone is gentle despite those words.

Chip, a small mouse, Boots arrive, following Valery.

"Your highness, I apologize that I am not wearing pink," is teased quietly in a counter towards Reese as Brianna moves to face her opponent, an easy smile on her lips.

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

Reese has been rather somber and serious during the fight, but she smiles at Brianna's words. "I would have loved to fight you in pink. I must confess."

Valery walks quietly into the shrine. She stays closer to the wall, add she looks around. The small apothecary is carrying her basket of mice as usual. As soon as she spots the mercies and other healers, she walks closer.

Before she retrieves some ointment to apply to Preston, Sophie takes a moment to offer heartfelt applause for the latest round of combatants. Then, she gets to work.

Estaban bows his head to Reese breathing deeply, "It was a honor Princess Reese." he moves off to the side slipping his sword back into the sheath at his side looking to the wound on his upper shoulder. He nods to Orazio and then to the King bodding his head to him then turns his eyes onto the fight thats about to start.

Monique nods to Agnarr. "Will you come to Greenmarch sometime soon? This," she looks around, "is probably not the best place for such conversations. You fought well, by the way. I was mightily impressed," there's a quick flitting grin, and then her eyes land on Marian. "Sister!" she calls out, warmly. "And soon-to-be-nephew!" Because she's convinced that it will be a boy.

Rey has a little area all laid out and ready to receive the injured. She hasn't received a lot of the injured, however, and is thus distracted with talking to Ansgar.

Leona chuckles at Brianna's quiet words, but says nothing in response to them other than, "Go kick her ass if you can, Bri." To Victus she comments, "I know very little of relationships and less of marriage, Victus. But I'll say I've been told that discretion is the better part of valor. I mean, I don't pay attention, but I've been told that a time or three." Looking over she nods to Marian. "Well met. I don't think I know you yet."

The same brightness that Brianna displays in person translates to a fierceness in a fight. She is quick, nimble and she moves like a warrior, not a knight, darting and dashing with her pale eyes focused on Reese.

Reese now starts to fight against Brianna. She manages to evade all of the redhead's blows and yet Brianna herself seems impossible to hit. Once again Reese gets into this intensely focused state, all her attention upon Brianna and her blade.

Furrowing his brow at Rey, Ansgar gives a grunt. "I was certain I left my armor and weapons with you..." Ansgar scratches at his white beard and turns as if he's going to make his way back out, but he pauses to offer Rey a nod. "Farewell, Princess, until we meet again, yes?" Ansgar does not wait for a response, despite being a massive man, people seem eager to get out of his way as he makes his exit.

Alaric is overheard praising Estaban for: A spectacular display of grace and agility!

Rey is left blinking and confused in Ansgar's wake.

"Dame Leona Thrax" Alarissa offers the introduction to Marian. 'This the Princess Marian Redrain. Former sister in law when we both resided with Valardin." Alarissa smiles to the pregnant Redrain, offering a kiss to the other woman's cheek and a murmur. Victus saved by being in public. "Normally, she would be in the fray herself."

Reese and Brianna still have yet to touch each other. It becomes this intense dance, although Reese dances a lot more heavily in all that steel. She has fights very much like a knight.

Marian snorts at her sister, "My daughter is doing well." Because Marian is insisting with all the morning sickness that's it's a girl because a boy isn't that difficult. She flashes Victus a smile, "I'm afraid I won't be entering the rites today." She light rubs her belly that's swollen with child. She pauses as Alarissa introduces her to Leona, "It's nice to meet you." She returns Alarissa's greeting.

"Aye, I'll do that. Send me a missive when you please. Or later, when this is all done," Agnarr suggests back to Monique, his attention more taken with the next match, seeing as it is Brianna put to the test that is Reese. His hands cling onto his belt, torn, as if wanting to make a wager but it's too late now.

Brianna laughs softly as yet another of her attacks is turned away, amusement sparking in her bright eyes that doesn't quite cover the lust of battle that has her moving more carefully around the princess.

Valery stares at Ansgar as he passes by. She moves away and closer to Sophie. "Good day..." She almost whispers. "Do you need help?"

"You had better not be!" Monique scolds Marian from her position near Corban and Agnarr. "My nephew Bertold needs to be fiercely protected!" She's got the name picked out and everything, good sister that she is.

It is like an intricate dance, the way the two women move with each other. Sometimes dodging, sometimes lunging. A spark catches on the waraxe as it turns away the alaricite weapon, Brianna's gaze narrowing on Reese but her lips curving into a smile.

"Boy or girl, if they don't come out of their with a sword in hand then something has gone wrong." Victus says to Marian as he stays at Leona's side, a glance toward Reese and Brianna going at it. It seemed for the moment the dance had caught his fancy as he watched on with rapt attention. "Think the redhead can take this one. If she watches the pink one closely enough that is..." He murmurs to no one in particular. "Got a name in mind for the kid, by the way?"

Kindly, Sophie smiles at Valery. "Good day, Mistress. Thank you, but I have matters here well at hand. Perhaps Lady Rey might be in need of assistance." Gently, she gestures towards the Mercy from House Laveer.

Reese takes a blow from Brianna, but it never makes it past her armor. The two keep fighting. This is getting to be quite a long spar.

"Shush, you're going to confuse poor Nia if you keep calling her by the silly boy name," Marian shoots back to her sister with a little laugh and indirectly answers Victus' question about the name. Then she winces as the child retaliates but kick her in the side, "You have this to look forward to Alarissa." She jokes with her friend who doesn't seem to be as worse to wear as Marian. She turns her attention back to the fight and quietly supports her friend Reese.

Valery nods to Sophie and moves closer to Rey this time, repeating her offer. "Do you need any help?" She glances at the combat, but she winces and soon looks away.

Quiet enough not to be heard over the clash of metal, Brianna murmurs in a joke, "And this is why, if this weren't a Rite and disrespectful to Gloria, I would suggest fighting naked," as her second hit on the woman fails to make it past the woman's armor.

Rey blinks back to the here and now when Valery approaches her. "There hasn't been much to do." Her smile, though warm, has a ruefulness to it. "You know how warriors are. Too tough to admit that they're hurt."

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

"I'm sure I have a great deal to look forward to." Alarissa watches the fight again, Standing in the small gaggle, no objection to the embrace between Leona and Victus. Just hands resting in the other in front of her. "Makes me very glad I never took to sword and can barely wield hairpin."

Valery bites her lower lip and nods to Rey. Oh, she knows. She raises a shoulder. "Well, tell me if you need anything... I brought some plants from the greenhouse too..."

"I've already got his first set of armor picked out," Monique retorts, eyes switching between the fight and her sister. "Steelsilk, of course! Something like a bear with stag antlers on it."

Reese takes moderate damage.

"Would that I could be that babe," Agnarr may be heard complaining when Monique mentions steelsilk swaddling clothes, making him exhale. Then, the fight's turnout has him blink.

"Nice to meet you too," she says to Marian. "I did mention at the beginning that not all battles are with weapons. People fight in any number of ways, from childbirth to the fight against ignorance. I'm glad you came." She looks at Victus then and nods. "If Brianna stays focused she can best Reese I think yes. At least to first blood. There's always an element of luck for any of the..." Whatever she will say next is lost in the cheer as Reese takes damage. "Good job, Bri! Well fought!"

Leona is overheard praising Brianna for: Well struck! A beautifully fought battle!

Rey nods to Valery. "Thank you. Hopefully, we won't have to use them."

Brianna begins to press Reese harder and harder as more of her hits, while the princess starts to become slightly tired from wearing much more armor than the cleavage-bearing silk jacket and single pauldron that the Halfshav woman wears. Until finally, she manages to draw some blood, breathing out a sigh of relief at finding the right attack. She grins to Reese, offering her, "To Gloria. I am glad that we were able to duel finally, despite everything, your highness," before bowing.

"That sounds like something that would traumatize the little one before she takes her first steps," Marian calls back to Monique with a joking look. She shakes her head and tells Alarissa, "I miss it. Having the inactivity. Having to be 'safe' all the time is giving me cabin fever." She pauses in surprise as Reese is defeated by Brianna, giving a shout to both, "Good fight." Then she turns back to Leona, "No...there are many different battles that can be waged."

It is now Corban's turn to speak.

**harder and harder as more of her hits find purchase

Corban wields Breathtaker.

6 Malvici Guards arrives, following Calypso.

Reese lowers her weapon once she has been hit. It might be first blood, but it is still a cut and she does wince a little bit. She is quick to cover that up that or try to anyways. She looks in Brianna's direction, her focus still there. "To Gloria. You are amazing, Lady Brianna." She says and steps from the rink.

Alaric is overheard praising Reese for: A fine run of challengers faced down with skill and courage!

"Or lucky. I will take either," replies Brianna lightly to Reese, her lips curving into a smile even as a flicker of shadows pass through her blue eyes. But then she turns towards Corban, saluting the man. "Just me and you, this time," she greets him in the ring. "To Gloria."

Calypso steps in to the shrine and finds a spot to perch and watch the proceedings. Fashionably late, but here none the less!

Monique claps for the two women and then leans in to whisper something to Corban, her lips ccurved.

Valery moves back from Rey's side, the shall apothecary back to her invisible self. Monique and Leona get a small wave, but that's it.

Corban steps forward when it is turn to fight, drawing his sword from his hip and raises the blade in a salute to the Halfshav woman across from him. "To Gloria," he replies, falling into a fighting stance. Lady Monique's favor ripples on his arm.

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

Reese is overheard praising Brianna for: Very fiery and amazing with her blade and footwork.

Brianna bears no favors. It doesn't stop her from falling into an intense circling and testing of Corban's defenses. Despite fighting him before, she is careful as she moves against him, dodging his weapon even as he turns hers aside.

Ailith adjusts the weight of her stances, hands moving to the small of her back. A bit of tension appears at her shoulders with a squint of her eyes when passing glances about the Shrine, then studiously back to the main two fighting. Their feats move the Seraph to applaud the pair. "Glory to you both. Well matched."

The battle is joined and Lord Corban circles Lady Brianna, looking for some sort of opening. But she continues to dodge him, and he both parries and dodges her, keeping himself out of her range. Clang and clash, neither finds purchase, on armor or otherwise.

It is a quick stumble that saves Brianna from losing the fight early, turning in her shoulder to catch Corban's sword against her single pauldron as she takes a misstep to attack him. A laugh is let out, brightly, before she bounces back to a respectful distance. "Almost," she teases in a single word.

Giuseppe, a kindly old man arrives, following Luca.

The Gods may favor the both of them, but it's very clear by the favor on his arm which one Monique is cheering for. Her breath is visibly held as the two circle each other, fingers curled into palms. Maybe she'll draw her own first blood.

Indeed. Though the Lady Halfshav is largely unarmored, Corban's one blow that slips through her defenses manages to catch her pauldron. "Curses," he mutters, his luck not quite holding. But the battle continues.

Leona looks over at Ailith and catches the squint and the tension at her shoulders. One eyebrow raises, but she gives the Seraph a nod and a smile before returning her attention to the fight itself. "She's mobile," Leona comments approvingly to Victus. "And he's patient, but I'm not sure that's an advantage in this situation. It's usually better to charge in, catch them off balance and hope they don't hook your shield with the end of their axe and then bash you in the face." For some inexplicable reason, it sounds like experience talking.

Recovering quite, Brianna is back to the trade of dodging blows with Corban, quick on her feet to press at any seeming distraction or opening.

**quickly

Reese is looking rather exhausted. She finds a place to sit and starts to remove her heavy steel armor. Her attention though returns to fight and she watches with interest.

Victus gave a nod in turn to Leona, a ghost of a grin playing at his lips as he watched the two of them have at it again and again. "Redhead has her wits about her. Never seen the Telmar guy in combat but he ain't bad either." He strokes at his beard in thought. "You should run these more often. Damn entertaining and a nice break-up from the rest of the silk parties around the city."

Calypso nods to Leona, commending aside from her spot near the pit. "A different tactic for every opponent. Some are quick and spry, some low and lumbering. Adaptation is the key to survival I have found."

Now that she wouldn't interrupt, Valery waves to Reese too.

And so the fight continues on, Lord Corban pressing into the Halfshav woman's dancing away, and her pressing into his parry. But he manages to at least not tire, which is the enemy to one in armor like him.

"Corbin's a tough opponent," Marian tells Victus, clearly knowledgeable in the man's fighting since they're both from Valardin, "He has a decent chance against her. She is torn on who to vote for since Brianna is of Redrain.

Reese lifts her gaze to Calypso and has a smile for the commander. "Oh, Duchess Commander, a pleasure to see you." She murmurs. "Hmmm.." She says watching the fight once again. "This is a nailbiter."

Thesarin glances over at Victus, with just the hunt of a smile, as he continues to stand, arms crossed, watching the combatants circle and dodge around one another.

Corban takes moderate damage.

Ailith slightly shakes her head to Leona in response to the raised eyebrow. A broadened smile added before her attentions return to the last bout.

Calypso inclines her head to Reese. "How did your fight go, Princess?"

The skirt to Alarissa's dress swirls out just a bit before settling back down and watches the fight between Brianna and Corban with a smile.

What may have turned into an early loss for Brianna turns into a victory instead. Despite the disparity of their favors, the woman lunges fiercely at just the right second to nick her blade against the man's skin and draw blood, a fierce smile of victory as she does. "Always a pleasure to meet you in the ring, Lord Corban," she says after a moment, before bowing to him.

Victus checked composure at difficulty 15, rolling 7 higher.

Into the gathering of martial puissance comes a figure that'd normally be all over this sort of thing much earlier than he's now arriving. Lazy Prince Luca, Champion prince of Grayson...looking fit to live up to his nickname even! For his hair is rumpled, his worn white linen of shirt half-untucked, and he's got a look about the eys of a man who literally rolled out of bed minutes past and rushed over here. He looks mildly put out on seeing things in full swing, cinnamon eyes falling over the crowds to those who look worn from their fights in indication of how many he's missed, but on falling on his shiny-armored warrior-wife in the form of beribboned Reese, he's both lighting up from disappointment and looking all the more chagrinned as he starts towards her in smooth stride. As he's sliding up next to her to offer help with a strap of her armor, those nearby might hear his rueful, laughing, Lenosian-accented words. "Slept through it all did I, love?"

There is a sound of frustration -- not so much pain as it is understanding that he has been beat -- from Lord Corban as he feels the blade cut his neck. "Well done!" he says to the Halfshav woman, returning the bow. "All honor to Gloria. And to you and your skill." He takes a step back before moving to the Mercies to have the nick taken care of.

Victus has an absolutely profound poker face on, something nudging him forward just an inch but otherwise showing no signs of anything being amiss. As the fight ends, he raises his hands and claps. "GET 'EM YOU REDRAIN REDHEAD!" A fierce grin is across his face now before he's looking back toward Marian. "Don't doubt it. That was a good show."

Orazio slips out of the crowds after a messenger delivers a quiet word in his ear, but he waves for his Templars to stay and enjoy the right in his stead.

2 Faith of the Pantheon trained guards, 2 Faith of the Pantheon novice guards leave, following Orazio.

Estaban moves over to sit next to Reese and smiles to her, "I do not think I have ever been in a spar that intense before your highness." he looks over, "Dutchess General." he bows his head to her.

Calypso inclines her head to Estaban as well. "Lord Estaban. Did I miss your fight?"

Alaric is overheard praising Brianna for: To the last! A fine display of skill and valor.

Monique's attention is all for the fight and so she sees the moment Corban lets a strike through his guard. Her brow wrinkles at the blood. She doesn't like that part, it's clear and she moves to meet him over by the Mercies.

Marian claps for the Redrain side, giving Corbin a look of appreciation as well because it was a good fight. She takes a moment and then carefully sits down because standing while seven months pregnant is not fun. She gives Alarissa a smile and then tells her, "I think I'll join you in sitting." She gives a nod of greeting to Calypso whom she just noticed.

Alaric is overheard praising Corban for: He represented himself well at the Rite of Gloria.

Alaric is overheard praising Preston for: He represented himself well at the Rite of Gloria.

Alaric is overheard praising Daemon for: He represented himself well at the Rite of Gloria.

Wounds attended and everybody busy, Valery seems to decide that it's enough violence for the day and she starts walking to the door.

Alaric is overheard praising Agnarr for: He represented himself well at the Rite of Gloria.

Reese glances over to Calypso. "I won three fights and then lost my last one against the Lady Brianna." She says, looking toward the redhead and seeming quite impressed. "I would say that it has been a very good experience and that Gloria is likely quite pleased." She adds, having a smile for Leona at that. Reese then notices Luca and he is given a smile that touches her blue eyes. She lets him help with her armor. Reese has common cloth clothing on beneath. "Hi, Nimble, you missed all, but the very end, I think." she murmurs, before looking over to Estaban. "You have got so good. That was close." She turns her focus to the fight taking place, watching as it cloes to an end. She claps. "Woots."

Sophie has left the Firepit.

Leona stands as the fighting ends, though there's a smile on her face - probably at Victus' cheer. "Thank you all for coming. Please make your sacrifices to Gloria as you will and remember that we all fight in our own ways. May you always safeguard your honor well."

Without anyone else waiting clearly in line to fight her, Brianna's gaze slides towards Leona, and she curves a brow upwards with a light smile. "Well, Lord Commander. Do I meet your approval?" she questions, a weight to it despite her smile.

Monique is overheard praising Corban for: Handsomest blood I've seen

Reese is overheard praising Corban for: An honorable oathlands warrior in so many ways.

Brianna is overheard praising Corban for: A worthy opponent.

Brianna is overheard praising Reese for: A worthy and /pink/ opponent.

Corban is overheard praising Brianna for: An honor to the Halfshavs and to the North.

Chip, a small mouse, Boots leave, following Valery.

Marian is overheard praising Brianna for: To be the last fighter standing.

Rey begins to pack up her things again.

Leona looks over at Brianna. "We'll see," she comments to the Halfshav, but there's a smile on her face as she says it. "We'll speak on it together and in more detail very soon, I promise."

"We have a new knight here?" Agnarr wonders, stepping over to Brianna now that the fights are over. His pale gaze trails to Leona, curious.

With her conversation with King Alaric and Sir Preston drawn to a courteous close, Sophie find herself drawn to a particular participant. "Lord Estaban," she cordially greets, "your honored chivalrous Gloria. Will you permit me to honor merciful Lagoma?" There are wounds to be tended.