[OPEN] Peace Bore a Heavy Price

[lifeofendurance]

WHO: Everyone
WHAT: Aleron and Nathaniel are hosting an BSG boxing match open sparring session to work out personal griefs within the Inquisition.
WHEN: Drakonis 30, All Day
WHERE: Just outside Camp Shady (aka, the Warden's Camp outside Skyhold)
NOTES: More information, including the rules, can be found here. You do not have to have signed up to participate. Non-combatants can come and just cheer for their favorites or appreciate fine bodies getting physical. Please note in your subject line if you're spectating, healing, or open for fighting.



Just outside the site where the Wardens have established themselves, a space has been cleared. Its boundaries are marked with some wooden posts driven into the ground with loose ropes stretched out between them. A copy of the rules has been nailed to one of the posts. It flaps in the wind, but seems to stay in place with but little fraying as the day wears on:

1. No magic.
2. A volunteer healer will determine whether someone is fit for a bout.
3. Conduct the fight honorably. If someone surrenders the fight, it ends immediately and without question.
4. Don't deliberately incapacitate someone to the point where they won't be able to perform their duties after the fight is over.
5. All weapons must be blunt, even blades.
6. Challenged chooses the method of competition.

At the end of the fight, participants are to consider their issue resolved and move forward.

Off to one side, a basic triage is set up for combatants who have taken their licks. Volunteer healers are present to offer treatment for injuries and to determine who remains fit to fight. Their decision is absolute.

For the spectators, there is ample room to stand around and watch. One of the merchants from the pilgrim's encampment has caught wind of the impromptu event and decided it's a grand time to turn a profit. He's got a cookpot set up and is hawking fine treats like fennec-on-a-stick, druffalo kebabs, and smoked nug legs. He's also selling wooden cups of ale for five coppers, but it's questionable if there's more water or ale. Let the buyer beware.

Comments

Refereeing / Spectating / Open for Combat

[lifeofendurance]

[Perhaps this isn't as thrilling as the Tourney, but it's an excellent way to keep morale up, and resolve nattering problems that scratch away at the solidarity needed in the Inquisition as a whole. Let everyone get their frustrations out in a constructive, controlled fashion and then let them move on.

Aleron spends the day watching the arena, in full armor, to ensure fair play and abidance to the rules. He will step in and enforce a halt if someone concedes or the healers call enough... if he must. If he's rooting for anyone, it's impossible to tell since his perpetual stoic expression seems to be etched into his face like a stone sculpture.

((Combat info can be found here if anyone feels like trying him.]

[trouvaille]

( gwenaëlle, upon consideration, sets herself up to spectate nearby aleron; not so close as to be underfoot, but close enough that it's obviously intentional, that he need only step a little backward to join her easily. there is a second cushion, even, but she has no expectation of his actually using it. she keeps a parasol about her, though its purpose isn't immediately obvious as it seems served by the wide brimmed and lopsided hat she wears; she jerks it up when one of the fights skirts a little too close to her edges, however.

and then nearly spills her hat off her head when she surges to her feet in a tense moment of someone else's victory - only to sit back, laughing, pleased. )

Oh, very well done.

[universal_charm]

_{[ At some point during the bouts, Kirk ended up next to Aleron as he watched a pair fight with blunted blades. He glances at the man in his full armor, rather fascinated with it. ]}

Isn't it hot for you in all of that?