(1865-09-26) After the Duel
After the Duel
Summary: The time between the duel and the melee is short, but people make of it what they can.
Date: Sep 26, 1865
Related: None
NPCs: {$npc}
Players:
Alina  Bethany  Brennart  Bryad  Corwin  Edwyn  Eion  Elrick  Gabriel  Myrana  Odessa  Ramius  Renlar  Sebastian  Sebryna  Stellan  Thaddeus  Wulfred  

Matera Tournament Grounds
The tourney grounds.
Sep 26, 1865

(OOC Note: I missed some poses due to shaky internet, if any are missed, my apologies.)

Once the match had ended, unfavorably, to Sebryna's opinion, she rises and gives Ren a brief hug. "I am going to go and get my armor on and prepare for the joust. It is just over in the tents. I shall not be long." She kisses his cheek before scooting along.

Gabriel sits down on a stool that some al'Callenta men-at-arms are standing at and he watches Sebastian come towards him. He waves the young man over and gestures for one of the men-at-arms to fetch him some water. "So, what did you learn from all of this, cousin?"

Myrana slips her arm companionably through Alina's and walks with her out onto the grounds through the opening in the fence. When they near where Gabriel has sat down and is attended by Sebastian though she hesitates, and stops the pair of them for a decent moment so that the knight and squire can talk privately before continueing to approach.

With a heave Renlar also gets up "I need to ready myself as well." He follows Sebryna and as he passes where Brennart sits he pauses a moment. There is a time of silence before he speaks "Just wanted to say good luck to you, Sir Brennart." And yes he did use the title.

Brennart nods towards Renlar, "Good luck to you as well Sir Renlar. May the best knight win."

Alina regards the pair of al'Callenta with the slightly imperious look she normally keeps on her face. "Mm." That could mean anything, but the tone doesn't indicate anything particularly good.%R

A bow of his head "As it should be," Renlar answers right back to Brennart before he moves on, now further behind Sebryna but watching her head to their tents. She, of course, will head into one that flies the D'Lario banner and he in the other.

Bryad lets loose a sigh. Whether it should be interpreted as one of relief or of disappointment is really hard to tell, but at least he manages to relax, somewhat, now that the serious fighting is done and the less serious fighting is to begin. Those few candies whichhad accumulated in his hand are allowed to delight his mouth. "Well, thank heavens that's over. Thank you both for letting me know what was going on." Then, as they leave, he stands, as well, a polite gesture to stand when Ladies do, though his brows jerk upward as he happens to catch sight of Sir Sebryna heading for the tents. He steps down to the dirt once more and begins something like a brisk walk or a very slow jog to try to catch up with her, yet, if he doesn't manage to do so, he'll just sort of stand around awkwardly outside of her tent. He wouldn't dare go in, of course.

Sebastian would volunteer to fetch the water, though that task is granted to a man-at-arms, so instead he finds a clean cloth and offers it to Gabriel so he could dot his brow, "Sir," his tone remorseful, "One's own actions can put others in harm's way sir." He notes to the armor, "Shall I loosen the armor from you?" He will wait for instructions while he takes the water from the man-at-arms and hands it over to Gabriel when he's ready for it.

Gabriel squints at Sebastian for a moment and then lifts his hand to tilt it back and forth. "Yes and no. One must always be accountable for one's actions. While this day saw Sir Eion victorious, things could have gone differently for him. Acting with honor and dignity in all things, victory or failure, is important. We are judged by how we hold ourselves at all times, by all of those around us. Remember that you do not just represent yourself, you represent House al'Callenta." He pauses and then smiles. "Also… you should know that it is not always wise to get overly aggressive, sometimes playing the long game works out better." He winces, regretting his offensive shift, but things were what they were.

Out of the corner of his eye, Gabriel spots Myrana and.. oh, the al'Sylenthar woman. He turns and smiles to the pair of them and waves them over. "Lady Myrana, it is good to see you. How are you and the Lady al'Sylenthar doing?" He gestures at both of the women as he glances towards Sebastian. "Sebastian, this is Lady Myrana D'Armaz and Lady Alina al'Sylenthar. My Ladies, this is Sebastian al'Callenta, a squire who will one day become a good knight." He grins at Sebastian, hoping that this last comment will bolster the young man's confidence.

Only just arriving at the tent, Sebryna glances back, expecting to see her cousin when her eyes fall onto.. "Brother Bryad?" She blinks, surprised, but not unpleasantly so. A smile curves her lips. "You made it." Vast understatement and she gives a sheepish look at that. "I'm sorry, you just surprised me." Her smile widens. "I was only going to put on my armor for the event." She does hesitate though, a warm look given. "It is a pleasure to see you here." Of course, Ren is noticed as well as he nears and she invites him over. "You have met Brother Bryad, Bryad, you know my cousin Renlar D'Lario." They have, she was almost certain, but not one hundred percent. "Was your journey uneventful?"

Alina regards the young man, and then she gives him a bright smile. "Squire Sebastian," she greets him sweetly. "And Sir Gabriel. You fought well, but that is expected, isn't it?" She holds out the bag of honeyed candies to them both. "Sweets?" Totally not poisoned. In fact, in order to prove it, she takes one herself and pops it in her mouth.

Myrana approaches with Alina and slips her arm free in order to step up to Gabriel and with a wry grin pat him on the cheek with her cool hand. "Letting that southerner trounce you; if I knew you were repenting for something I would've kept my cousin from wagering." She says it lightly, to let him know she's just kidding and glad that his brains are all in order after the smack his helm took during the joust, and then turns to Sebastian, smiling encouragingly at him. "A pleasure to meet you, m'lord," she says.

Stellan seats himself in the stands, likely square in the middle. He is not dressed or equipped for the melee. He quietly eavesdrops on the conversations floating through the air, beginning to piece together the story in his head. "Interesting times," he denotes, to himself.

It really didn't take Bethany long to get ready but she took a little extra time to get one last cup of willow bark tea in her. If nothing else, perhaps the nastiness of the drink will have her pissed off enough to do somewhat reasonably well. Either that or it'll just erode the tastebuds right off of her tongue. Helm under arm, she returns and waits.

Sebastian notes the shift of Gabriel's attention and turns also, to greet the ladies. "A pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Lady D'Armaz, Lady al'Sylenthar," spoken with an attempt at a sincere tone, mitigated by the duel's original purpose. The lad shows a faint yet polite smile. "Thank you Sir. If I can be half the man you are Sir Gabriel, I would considerate it an achievement amongst men." The younger al'Callenta holding his cousin in high regard and esteem. The offer of sweets fades the repentance on his character, reaching for one if offered, "What are these Lady al'Sylentar?"

Corwin comes out the the Tarris pavillion, already dressed save his helm, which he, too, carries under his arm, standing beside his sister. "We'll do well," he says confidently.

When the duel came to an end, there was no reason for Elrick to linger, especially after seeing a number of people move to tend to Gabriel. Not wishing to add himself to the crowd, he turns to go find his squire who should have brought his kit to the fields so he can prepare for the melee. The duel was a stark reminder to take nothing for granted, especially when it came to combat.

"Noxious poison," says Myrana.

Alina nods sagely. "Absolutely. You know how we al'Sylenthar are." And she winks at the squire.

Bryad is a little out of breath by the time he reaches the tent, and, having thought he'd lost Seryna to the flap of an entrance, he bends over a little bit, hands on his knees to catch his breath from the jog over. Then, suddenly, he's being addressed, and he stands up straight again, perhaps a little woozy-eyed. "Oh, I… probably shouldn't have run up on you thus," he apologizes bashfully for having surprised her. "I said that I would try— I'm only sorry I missed the opening events. Hallo," he lifts one set of fingers to waggle jollily at Renlar. "I should let you, ah… prepare, then, I only saw you and thought it right to wish you well in person, lest you think… ah. I wasn't here," he fumbles through the conclusion of that sentence rather awkwardly.
"Terrible business," Myrana agrees, loyal to her future liege.

Gabriel looks at Alina warily as she offers sweets, though he is amused to see her in al'Callenta colors. He has to remember, surely his father mentioned something about being wary of al'Sylenthars offering gifts? Was that it? He puts off those thoughts to grunt at Myrana, "My Lady, you, out of all in attendance, should have known that I fight better with Sir Ramius at my side than I do alone." He smirks at this, and then grunts at Sebastian's words. "My thanks for those kind words, but I am just a man who is only good at fighting, I'm not even half the man father is."

He is half-tempted to prevent Sebastian from taking those horribly poisoned candies. But… he takes one anyway and plops it into his mouth. Father would be so proud.

"Sounds like it promises to taste delicious," Sebastian notes as he pops it into his mouth, flashing a charming smirk to the ladies while he eats the honied candy.

Renlar does catch up to Sebryna as she slows to speak to Bryad. He pauses as she introduces him "Yes, we have met," Renlar tells Sebryna with a smile before turning to the man "Brother Bryad, always good to see you. I hope your trip was a good one?" He can't help but grin at the out of breath Brother "If you would be in need of some water, or wine?" He motions to one of the House servants.

"Hmmmhmmm," Bethany replies to her brother with, letting the sound travel through her nose. That'll have to suffice for an answer, for now.

"Mmhmm." Alina has a mock-serious look on her face. "However the poison only works on al'Callenta." She leans forward and kisses Gabriel lightly on the cheek— more intended to be discomfiting than truly flirtatious. "It's a secret al'Sylenthar recipe. Made with dishonor and the blood of the innocent." She pauses. "And honey."

Wulfred glances back as his attendent approaches and passes him his helm, "Thank you lad." A nod offered to the lad who then departs which allows Wulfred to pull a small locket from beneath his beard and armour. The silver locket tarnished and old is brought briefly to his lips and then tucked away once more.

Sebastian says around the roll of the candy in his mouth, "You have interesting friends Sir Gabriel," a tease around the candy as his eyes walk between the two women, taking a refreshing interest in each of them. "A normal recipe for you, my Lady?" To Alina, finding himself sharing a smirk over toward Gabriel. The mood lightening at least!

With him being out of breath, Sebryna is grateful for Ren's quick thinking and she motions towards the tent her cousin would be using. "If you would like, there is seating inside there.. I could grab my armor and meet you both inside while I don it." The offer is there, that way everyone could get ready and be modest in doing so. "You are fine, running up Bryad," she tells him softly. "I am only glad you have made it safely after all." Holding up a finger, she dips inside her tent to collect her armor. The rest, she was already in, her tunic, boots and everything. She also will collect her weapon with the on-loan squire from her cousin to assist her.

Squinting at Alina, Gabriel shakes his head. "I could almost believe that, you know." He grins at Sebastian. Those al'Sylenthar were child-eating monsters after all. "Sebastian, you should take one of the men-at-arms and get yourself ready for the melee if you are competing. It should be starting shortly."

Edwyn notes the crowd gathering around Gabriel now. Letting out a breath the blonde al'Callenta turns and wanders off. He will be sure to speak with his cousin later when things are more private. He spots Sebryna and will make his way over to her dropping into a polite bow. "My Lady Sebryna." He glances to Bryad curiously. "Well met…I don't believe I know your name yet." He smiles faintly glancing between them both. "I hope I am not interupting anything?"

Myrana laughs, her mood lifting tangibly. "Well so do I, but that may be on account of how he gets in the way of arrows and generally makes a giant nuisance of himself."

"Yes Sir. Do you need anything, cousin?" Sebastian offers Gabriel, keeping his attention drifting between the three he currently shares company with.

Gabriel shakes his head and offers Sebastian a smile. "No, I am fine, and there are these fellows here to help out. See to yourself, cousin. You must aide Edwyn and I in making a valiant stand against all of the other contestants."

"We'll see you win, Sir," Sebastian nods proudly at the al'Callenta Knight, turning to bow his head to the Ladies, "It was pleasant to meet you. I enjoyed the poison. Good afternoon, Ladies." Not to mention the candy was still rolling around in his mouth, tucked into the corner of a cheek. He's quick to make his departure to see that his own gear is fitted and ready to go.

Odessa stands off to one side. Now that the duel has ended she looks impaitent for the melee to begin. Her eyes scan the field studying her competition carefully with slightly narrowed eyes.

Alina tugs on Myrana's arm. "Let's leave Sir Gabriel to hopefully fare far better int he melee than he did the duel," she says idly. "Good luck, al'Callenta." With another wink, she tugs Myrana back to their seats.

Myrana goes along with Alina, still stuttering a little.

Gabriel watches the two women move off, and then prepares himself to get ready.

Sebryna dips into the tent and is right back out with said squire. She was not really changing so much as getting her armor on and she does so, mostly there, with the help of her cousins's squire assisting her as the armor is fastened around her. "It sounds.. eventful then." She laughs. Upon seeing Edwyn, she offers him a warm smile. "Sir Edwyn," the smile widening, "This is Brother Bryad Arkanin, Brother Bryad, this is Sir Edwyn al'Callenta." A shake of her head is given and she affirms. Once her armor is fastened and her blade in hand she nods towards the field. "Or we could go and get busy with what we have come here for." Attached to her armor is the Galenthian colored favor, over her right chest near the shoulder. "Let's do this." They were out of time.

Stellan now smiles wryly and leans forward when it appears the fighters are finally taking the field. "Go, Sir Elrick!" He calls out from his place in the stands. House pride and all.

"Ah, hallo," Bryad repeats himself merrily enough, a goofy sort of smile marking his features as he greets Sir Edwyn. "I've just arrived, in fact," he explains his possible lack of familiarity. "Good luck, Sir Sebryna," he bids her farewell, unable to help but to beam a little bit. Nobody's ever asked him for a favor before. Nor worn it— at least not openly. His scarlet blush of shame from earlier has subsided into a rosy glow, either from anticipation or from that run.

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