[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

[trouvaille]

"I for one would be terribly disappointed to be deprived of your contribution," comes the sunny answer, ribbons and pins affixing her precariously perched hat in place that it doesn't tilt dangerously when she does to look up at Nerva, exaggeratedly admiring.

"Are you to fight, too?"

(An optimistic inquiry. Is she? Gwenaëlle would very much like to see that.)

[keeperofmagi]

She doesn't notice the exaggeration in Gwen's address - it goes right over her head.

"I am here for it, but I have not yet been challenged. Which I find mildly surprising. I know I have stepped on more than a few toes."

[trouvaille]

"I understand there are those who enjoy such things," Gwenaëlle says without missing a beat. "Perhaps you've been lucky in your aim."

[keeperofmagi]

Nerva snorted lowly, finally turning her full attention to the woman, as the man she had been shouting at finally lost his battle, pitifully.

"I should be more careful, then. I would not want to give the wrong impression. Forgive me - but I do not believe we've been introduced. Nerva Lecuyer, at your service."

[trouvaille]

As matters in the ring draw to a close and the brief grace period between bouts begins (there is much organisation involved in something like this; it sort of dulls the visceral enjoyment, if you were to ask Gwenaëlle, which is probably a good reason not to), she grants Nerva hers in turn. 'Pretty; trouble' is the usual first impression here, when people examine her properly, and she rises to the occasion with a slyly lopsided smile (to match, presumably, her silly hat).

"Lady Gwenaëlle Vauquelin," she supplies, in the tragic absence of a footman to do it for her. "I am delighted to make your acquaintance, and shall be very careful what impression of you I take."