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Post by talis on Dec 1, 2014 22:44:34 GMT
The Firetooth party cheered and raised their cups as punches started flying. Soon they were picking champions and making wagers over their favorite contestants, critiquing form and discussing. Every time a good hit landed they cheered, pounded their tables and clapped their hands, although one could occasionally here the groans of annoyance if someone had lost a bet.
Garlog waited until the melee was suitably distracting, took a long draught from him cup, and then turned and hurled it straight at Admiral Reyid's head.
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Post by aspenivan on Dec 2, 2014 1:54:28 GMT
Alphred saw a grin light up across Casomir's face when he heard his name and title peel out from the crowd. The King of the Hessnyans got up from his seat and reached out a hand to shake with the Grand Vizier. Alphred hadn't been made aware of how friendly his cousin and the Vizier werem, so it was quite an enlightening view to see how jovial Casomir got. "It's great to see you again your excellency, please, meet my cousin Alphred, He's going to be competing in the joust for Hessnya" Casomir introduced him to the supreme imperial authority in the North. Alphred, knowing imperial conduct only from example, bowed to the Vizier, trying not to make eye contact as he rose from looking at his boots briefly. The Vizier made sure to shake Casomir's hand and bow to the king's cousin in turn before sitting. "It is an honor, sir Alphred." In their corner, the sounds of the intensifying scuffle were muffled enough not to impede conversation. Ishui Seldu was clever enough to guess what was going on, but decided against trying to break it up. He was loathe to take the time and energy to stop the fight and properly shame the instigators, whoever they were. Probably Reyid. And after all, it would make for good practice. "So, noble Hessnyan friends, what news have you from the lands you survey from Kier's Climb?" __________ The Firetooth party cheered and raised their cups as punches started flying. Soon they were picking champions and making wagers over their favorite contestants, critiquing form and discussing. Every time a good hit landed they cheered, pounded their tables and clapped their hands, although one could occasionally here the groans of annoyance if someone had lost a bet. Garlog waited until the melee was suitably distracting, took a long draught from him cup, and then turned and hurled it straight at Admiral Reyid's head. Grand Admiral Selman Reyid was greatly enjoying the show over his glass of fine wine and plate of roast duck. That is, until the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight and his gut filled with worry. The instinct was there, but the reaction less so with his full belly and many drinks. He only managed to reduce the damage, moving his head enough that the cop graze painfully across his temple and ear. It might have just been a stray shot, but in the corner of his eye Reyid caught the smug look on Chief Garlog's face. That impudent savage...
The Grand Admiral, fuming with rage, grabbed the first solid object he could get a hold of and threw it with all his might back at the Aed-forsaken orc. This object turned out to be the skeleton of Reyid's roast duck, some skin and tendons still hanging from the surface. |
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Post by Vaklu on Dec 2, 2014 2:34:52 GMT
Wulfric Grinned at Azlyn and once more stode forward to deliver a knockout to the entangled monarch. With nowhere to to go the king quickly joined his cousin in the land of dreams. Wulfric nodded to the elven maiden. "Much obliged." Then he resumed his post at the Jarl's side. The Jarl's wife took cover behind the two men to avoid any collateral spray from the brawl.
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Post by ravigen on Dec 2, 2014 3:19:38 GMT
Sayoko chuckled and set Azlyn down in a somewhat safe location and looked back towards the ongoing scuffle. She sighted Bron and grinned, running off into the melee to join and give him and her family support against the Commonwealth party.
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Naozumi was not surprised to see a brawl when he returned, he wasn't even that surprised when he discovered that it was mostly his family with the Commonwealth who were brawling, he could see his daughter eagerly join in the scuffle, pausing to note the pendant around her neck before turning to Chello.
"It seems we have missed a brawl, is that your husband over there on the ground?" |
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Post by missmilkmaid on Dec 2, 2014 5:02:02 GMT
Chello rubbed her temple with a long hand, "Yes," she said dryly, "This needs to stop before anyone else gets hurt," she said, "You think you could get you family's attention?"
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"You do know that was my king you and the giant laid out?" Bron asked, throwing a heavy punch against a someone with a really big mustache. He wasn't sure which side the man was on, but the mustache had been a terribly tempting target. He moved closer to Sayoko, keeping his guard up, in case Mustache wasn't out and had a mind for revenge, "I feel rather obliged to retaliate,"
Suddenly ducking a flying roast duck, Bron made to swing his leg around and catch Sayoko off guard with a hook behind her knees, intending to knock her off her feet.
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Sitting in the corner where Tholarg and Thorhalla and retreated, Hagear was quietly smoking his pipe, as he watched the fight. Glancing up, he nodded to the queen. It's been sometime since he'd interacted with anyone from his native country and now the Jarl and his queen were crowding nearly into his lap. "Pardon me, My Lady." he said and got up to offer her the chair, "I hope this rowdiness isn't disturbing you."
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Post by ravigen on Dec 2, 2014 5:09:08 GMT
Naozumi considered it, before slowly shaking his head.
"Not at this point, it's pretty involved now and there are a lot of them, perhaps once the chance arrives I will intervene." He focused as Bron went after Sayoko,
"Tell me, who is that gentleman right there?"
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Sayoko grinned and stepped onto a nearby bench to avoid the kick, coming down to swing a fist at Bron's face, "Was he? my apologies then but he got in my way." she chuckled, eager to see his skills |
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Post by missmilkmaid on Dec 2, 2014 5:26:12 GMT
Bron dodged to the side of her punch and made to grab her arm and twist it around into a hold, which would knock her off balance. "Is hat how you treat everyone in your way?" he asked.
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Letting out a heavy breath, Chello folded her hands before her and stood with a look of annoyed patients, while she waited for the brawl to die down. "That's Sir Bronsyn Alastair of Dorn," she said, watching Bron and Sayoko exchanging attacks."He's a ranger, who was recently appointed a title and lands on the western frontier of Elon. He's a fairly sensible man, but unexperienced in high society. He's low born, but has shown promising leadership abilities."
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Post by ravigen on Dec 2, 2014 5:30:00 GMT
Sayoko hissed lightly as her arm was twisted, falling forward off balance while trying to hook her leg around his in an attempt to bring him down with her, "It is when they attack me first." she replied, that smile still on her face.
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Naozumi nodded thoughtfully, watching the brawl with amused curiosity.
"A very capable ranger I'm sure, my daughter seems to be enjoying herself at least." He was a little curious about the pendant but didn't want to bring it up just yet |
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Post by missmilkmaid on Dec 2, 2014 5:36:00 GMT
Bron slipped, as she got her foot hooked behind his knee. Laughing, they fell together, rolling under a table. Reaching for her wrists, Bron tried to land on top and pin her down.
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"Yes," Chello said frowning as she saw the ranger and elf tumble over the floor together. "If you would like me to speak to him about keeping his distance from Sayoko, I will do so."
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Post by ravigen on Dec 2, 2014 5:42:11 GMT
Sayoko laughed as they both rolled under the table, she grinned when she felt him reaching to pin her and pushed off from the ground at the last second, reaching around to grip his wrists and pin him to the ground herself.
"Good attempt Ranger."
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Naozumi chuckled as they both fell, waving off any concern.
"I do not mind, if she is having fun then I'm content to let this stay as is, I must say though that I am curious, I saw her wearing a pendant with a bear's paw on it, is that something from Elonese tradition?" |
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Post by missmilkmaid on Dec 2, 2014 5:54:37 GMT
Chello watched the couple roll under the table and it best to turn away. At Naozumi's question she frowned slightly. "Truth be told, I'm not sure. I grew up in Surveak myself and I'm not totally familiar with all the Elonese traditions. It's nothing I have ever heard of, but may mean something in the west."
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Landing on his back, with Sayoko holding his wrists over his head, Bron let out a scoffing laugh, but let her hold him down. "Well, you got me," he said, "Guess this doesn't bode well for my chances in the tournament."
Some strands of hair had come loose from Sayoko's ponytail and Bron let out a poof breath, blowing them out of her eyes for her. "So I got to ask," he said, "How old are you anyway?"
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Post by ravigen on Dec 2, 2014 6:00:14 GMT
Naozumi nodded and shrugged slightly, watching them roll out of sight, a sliver of concern rose up in him before he squashed it, Sayoko could take care of herself if she needed to and surely this Bron character would not try something violent here in the feasting hall.
"It is no tradition I am aware of, I was just curious, she did not have that pendant when we arrived."
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Sayoko smiled and shook her head to clear the strings of hair from her face, though the action only served to force her ponytail to come undone, letting her hair fall down completely as she considered her position with him pinned.
"If you must know I am one-hundred and twenty five years old." She gave him an amused look.
"How old are you Sir Bronsyn?" |
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Post by missmilkmaid on Dec 2, 2014 6:10:28 GMT
"One hundread and-!" Bron started to exclaim in surprise, but then stopped and just shook his head in slight bemusement at his own ignorance of her people.
"I'm only a mere 29 years old, Ikegami Sayoko. I suppose that's a little child to your people."
He tried to shift slightly. Her long black hair falling down all around him was one of the loveliest things he'd ever seen and he was starting to feel aroused with her sitting on top of him the way she was. He didn't want to embarrass himself and cleared his throat. "Maybe you should let me up."
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Post by ravigen on Dec 2, 2014 6:17:16 GMT
Sayoko chuckles softly, shifting to let him up, she'd found the position pleasant in truth but it was a bit awkward, especially under a table, the scuffle was starting to quiet down and she was still feeling the rush of adrenaline from the brawl.
"Well different races have different ideas of maturity to match their lifespans, but in your defense, you are a particularly well developed 'child'." she even winked just a bit, feeling the impulse to tease him just a little. |
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Post by missmilkmaid on Dec 2, 2014 6:25:27 GMT
"Haaha..." he said, turning slightly red, as he sat up, pushing his hair back, he glanced out at the brawl.
The few good hits he'd taken had helped to clear most of the wine from his head and thinking about their ages, sobered him even more. "You know, I'm not likely to live more than 70 years." He let out a heavy breath, his tone becoming regretful, "Guess that's why human and elvs don't try to build lives together huh?"
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