[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

HEALING + REFEREEING...?

[amygdalae]

[AKA why are you people beating each other with pointy sticks. But then again, this is probably healthier than... certain other methods, so.

Either way Bruce is present, having sort of managed to set up a small corner for healing of the non-magical variety for those who doesn't want a mage near them. He's got salves and poultices and bandages at the ready, which he assumes won't be taken without his permission if he's asked to go and check on anybody elsewhere...

Not that he thinks he will be. There are probably people more qualified to do this compared to him.]

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.]

Spectating Only

[madame_de_fer]

[This sort of sport is far from Vivienne's personal speed, but it makes for an interesting enough diversion from the day to day goings on in Skyhold. Madame de Fer makes her way to the designated spot with a parasol in hand to keep the sun off her head and shoulders. A blanket is spread on the ground nearby for seating. On the blanket is the picnic lunch she brought for herself. Nothing too elaborate but several steps above the more common fare being hawked by a very noisy merchant.]

Spectating Only

[gatheringstorm]

[Korrin attends the event, though as a spectator rather than a participant. That might surprise some, but she has her reasons and doesn't plan on deviating from them. She'll cheer for her friends, though, and offer potions if they'd prefer them over a healer. When she catches wind of the merchant's cookpot, Korrin will head on over. Druffalo kebabs sound worth trying, but she turns up her nose at the cups of ale.]

There's no way that isn't watered down as shit. Pass. [Fortunately, she brought a flask with her, filled with decent liquor. If you're a friend, she might even share.]

Open for Combat / Spectating

[keeperofmagi]

Nerva is here less for resolving differences, and more for taking her frustration out on someone. She looks even angrier than usual, her eyes hooded and dark. She did not sleep well. She sits with her shield, and a blunted sword, and waits for anyone who would dare take her on.

When spectating, she is mostly silent - save when it is someone she knows, and then she barks 'advice' at them from the sidelines. Which, though always legitimate commentary, probably could be delivered without the whip crack.

Overly passionated combantant/spectator

[issala]

Kas is almost vibrating with excitement, having wanted to see a fighting tournament of any kind since he got to Skyhold. The fact that there was an unarmed brawl section of the contest made him even happier, because why not participate?

He had filled out a bit during the months he'd spent with the Inquisition, and was actually getting muscles! Kas might even have a chance against an elf... but he's not going to fight fair at all.

On the streets, you learned all kinds of nasty tricks to win a fight.

SPECTATING

[wickedchase]

[Fighting for the sake of de-stressing isn't really his thing, but that doesn't mean he can't be a little entertained.

He's pulled up a chair, because that's going to be more comfortable than anything else anyone can offer him. As he leans back, Twisted Fate is pouring himself a glass of wine, his usual smirk displaying on his face as he prepares to watch.]

Spectating Only

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk had seen the notice and debated if he wanted to go watch or not, but it would be a break form the monotony his days were starting to settle into here, and the flyer did say grievances. Going to watch might give him a better idea of the Inquisition itself, or at least some of the members making it up. It was certainly an interesting way of settling disputes, but in the right circumstances he could see how it was effective.

He chose to go in one of the new tunics he'd acquired in a trade for work, though his black pants and boots might seem at odds, made of different and other worldly cloth. He kept his hand rightly wrapped with linen like a boxer to hide the shard still, though he knew it tended to seem somewhat obvious he was not from these parts. Still, it didn't seem wise to potentially antagonize anyone.

If he wasn't up close and watching the combatants, blue eyes critical as he takes in their movements, he was back getting himself food and drink. The alcohol was exactly like what he had been drinking the past week or more, so no fear of getting drunk there, but it was safer than the actual water, he was sure. As for the food.... well, beggars can't be choosers.

At some point he ends up with druffalo kebabs, popping the first bit into his mouth and blinking. ]</sub>

Holy shit, this is actually good.

_{[ Oops, did he say that aloud? ]}

Zevran - Challenge away

[ombranera]

[ Jumping from training to proper dueling for the sake of grievances isn't likely the wisest choice- but as a Crow the only way to learn is to do. And here? He means to do, do well, and come out ahead on whatever challenge might be issued him. He's in his leathers, retooled with a new insignia that is as much a reference to as it is a subversion of the Crow's eye mask.

Kestrels. Not exactly their first official public appearance but a good first attempt, he and his fledglings mind the side, awaiting those that might wish to take them to task. ]

Anders, OTA

[justice_is_blond]

[Challenges]

He knows that being here will bring angry people by. He knows that plenty will feel like he owes them a fight. They are, in his opinion and for the most part, wrong. All the same, there are a few who have a justified issue with him. And a few he has an issue with back. Those, he'll humor until he's tired. Anything else would be stupid in a way that he is not.

Anders sits on a barrel nearby, resting, watching, and waiting, expression more or less neutral.

[Healing]

When he's done for the day he makes it clear by joining the triage team and starting to check people out. Let those who are upset be upset; it's time to use his abilities in the way he likes.

"That was a nasty blow. Let me see where you were hit, please."

Fighting

[judgemewhole]

Let's face it, there were a lot of people who wanted to fight a templar. Even more who probably wanted to test the steel of a Knight Commander. James decided that to play it fair, and honorably, he would put himself on the lists with a blunted sword, a wooden shield, and leather armor.

To see who came to fight whatever matters they might have with him personally - or just with templars in general, naturally. He liked the idea of the fights being the end of the disagreement, once and for all, so he welcomed all comers. Better to settle debts now then when they had more battles to fare in the future.