Dawn at the Cathedral of Cuiraécen

[X-Roesone/ARR (Robert)]

Immediately he turns to Baron Tshlen

"And you. How do you dare doubt the atonement granted by a high cleric of the All-father? Have we not witnessed the redemption of Jason Raenech? Did we doubt High Prefect Armiendin then?"

With murder in his eyes he glares at the baron "You would deny the gods their right to pardon crimes. Do you not see that your own sin and blasphemy in this is far greater than the crimes you want vengeance for?"

[X-DM Jon]

Tshalen looks down at the reprimand from three of the first men of Anuire and doesn't look pleased at all.


Meanwhile, swords flash and throw sparks. It is clear enough that the Green Knight outmatches the Swordmage in a duel. His skills are finely honed and obviously his equipment is the best there is. No wonder he is a legend.

 But the Swordmage is no doe in the spring. Her blood may be running free, but several cuts and bruises are showing on the Green Knight. He's little disturbed by it, but with an armor like stone and flexible like butter, it is no wonder. She holds her own though. So far...

[X-Mieres & SAS/AV (Mark)]

The Governor watches all this with a slight hint of disgust.  One of his attendants whispers in his ear causing him to laugh grimly..."I know (sigh) Mainlanders"

[X-IHH/Wallac Isilviere (Kasper)]

Well put Baron Arvour Raemel. I shame myself but for my furious anger of having my plans crumble for some old revenge scheme. But you said it just as it is

[X-Tornilen/SM (Alexander)]

Again the two combatants close, swords clashing, sparks flying from their armours. Again they part, circle, clash, circl, clash, part, clash, and so on...

A close swipe catches the swordmage on the side of her helmet, tearing it and her mask of her face. Blood mingles with sweat from he nose and lip as she staggers backwards. She bares her teeth in a savage grin, almost manical.

"This is not over yet..." The words wheeze out from between her teeth. She pulls back again, looking for an opening, hoping against hope.

[X-DM Jon]

The Green Knight makes some sort of swirl of his blade and suddenly your sword is flying away. He lifts his sword upon high, saying.

"Oh but it is over. Goodbye Marya, it is an honor killing you."


OoC: BREAK! (Spectators may still act, but don't overdo it ) We'll finish it tomorrow, before Bjørn leaves for his holiday.

[X-Osoerde (Alan)]

"So many faithful men, and yet with so little faith."  Osoer says to the Pontiff -- it is clear that he will be at peace with whatever the outcome shall be in this duel.  Yet, he looks to Caine.

"Baron, she is bested; she is bloodied. Is her death to give you satisfaction?  How many thought that the death of the Iron King would bring such, and yet, all are still unsated.  Would you the Green Knight take her body in this very battleground before this very body?"  He is so calm, unerringly so in fact, the statement is harsh in its implications, but comes with an inherent challenge as well.

"If this shall bring you satisfaction, then it shall bring me satisfaction, Baron. If not, then let this be done and we shall demand of the Sword Mage that she set right her crimes."

He looks toward the Pontiff.

"Atonement does not come without proper penance.  Such was true of Jaison, do not I now set right what was left as an injustice?  Such is now true of the Sword Mage - only there is no other but she to make amends to all she wronged."

[X-Roesone/ARR (Robert)]

Bright flame erupts at the side of the two combatants, the silhouette of a sword outlined in it. While the two have been exchanging the last series of blows the Arvour had drawn the ancestral flaming sword of Roesone and covered most of the distance separating him from the two.

As the bright light emanating from his sword draws the attention of the crowd and, hopefully in Arvour's eyes, the combatants he shouts at the top of his voice

"STOP THIS. Green Knight if it is glory you seek, fight me! In the name of the Stormlord I will champion the lady!"

Still running, he closes with them, desperately trying to make it in time.

[X-Haelyn's Aegis/RK (Andy)]

Robhan frowns briefly, "strictly not correct good Duke - the Lady Mayra has but to apologise to the Baron for the comment forming basis for this brawl laughably masquerading as duel - if the Baron fails to accept her apology then it is for council of her peers to decide whether the apology is sufficient.  The Green Knight is here presumably as second for the Baron - odd admittedly given the baron is not woman, cripple, or otherwise lacking in military skill - and has no right to pursue the duel further in his own right - or this is not duel but mere murder, he may choose that given the lady's honour in accepting both to fight him, and to fight on terms grossy favouring him, to accept the blood drawn as settlement - but otherwise this is between The Duchess and Baron and no others.

Seeing the sword Robhan loses his patience.

Enough, is this a duel or a brawl?  When duel is called  only the challengers stand lest one accept a substitute in the other or rank demand such - we do not simply charge at each other like maddened peasants!

Blood has been drawn - will the seconds - one presumes that they were actually appointed - grant chance for apology as is required under all 167 codes duello recognised by the empire - or will this farce degenerate further?

[X-Osoerde (Alan)]

The Archduke of Osoer casually ignores the High Marshal, saying to Tshalen.

"Today, I am not impressed with the Stormlord's ilk, such dishonor they afford him," he watches Arvour for a split second.

William calls out to Arvour.

"Come now, Roesone, your half-brother, Caemed, fought with more honor than you display this day," he says.

[X-Ghieste & HOT/GH (Matt)]

Impassive and unemotional Ghorein watches on. His face does not betray any involvement in what is happening in the field or in the arguments to the side. His interjection about honour still does not contain any sense of what he is feeling, merely an expression of his thought. Only a very careful observer, trained in such detail, would notice the very small variation in his body tension and the tiny muscle twitches in his hands and legs as he studies the fight, almost as though in his mind he is following each movement and tensing when he would move, twitching when he would strike. As the Green Knight moves for what looks to be the final blow of the competition it seems that he closes his eyes for just a moment, as if in prayer.

[DM B]

The Green Knight lifts his sword high, preparing to end the Duchess' life with one fell stroke, seemingly oblivious to Baron Roesone's challenge and wild charge. At the very last moment, as his sword beings to fall and the Baron is nearly upon him, his suddenly spins, nay flows, to the side, his sword deftly slipping into the armpit of the Baron's exposed right arm. As the Baron rushes past, the sword flashes again, this time cutting deep inside Arvuor's knee.

The Baron stumbles, almost falls, but somehow manages to keep on his feet...he turns to meet the Knight's onslaught with his blade in his left, his right hand hanging useless by his side. Then the Knight is upon him again, all his foolish plays gone, replaced with murderous intent. The baron stumbles backwards, away from Marya, barely managing to keep the blade away from him neck and vitals - without his full battle armor he is in mortal peril!

Surely the Green Knight has gone mad the crowd murmurs...but the gathered nobles recognize it for what it is; the Baron's intervention has triggered his divine wrath, and he no longer recognizes friend from foeman...

[X-DM Jon]

The crowd is in caught in complete and awed silence as the drama unveils. Women swoon and men scream in abject passion as the Baron Roesone charges onto the field and intercepts the Green Knight! Everyone is completely caught up in this massive drama right before their eyes! What a spectacle!
 Even the hawkers of merchandise have gone silent - something they would otherwise never do!

Baron Tshalen has by now been reduced to a very small, rickety old man. He did not expect to be met by such anger of his peers...Did not expect this at all.

"No... This wasn't how it was supposed to be."

He mumbles.

[X-Medoere & RCS/KE (Thorsten)]

"Haelyn have mercy!" Kaven cries out, as he takes a few steps back and then jumps over the railing of the noble's balcony to the ground below.
"Back!" He shouts towards the commoners closest to the fighting, "stay back!"

With his sword still firmly tied in his scabbard, the young Baron rushes towards the fight, intent of placing himself between Ser Estevan and any innocent bystanders.
"Ser Estevan... calm yourself! By Haelyn, calm yourself!"

[DM B]

The only one Estevan seems intent on harming right nor is the Baron, who is going to be very dead, very soon if someone doesn't stop his assailant...

...the Knight steps inside Arvuor's guard, smacking the hilt of his sword across the Baron's lightly armored wrist. The Baron's flaming sword falls to the ground as the Knight smacks his helmet with brutal force into the Baron's face...brave Arvuor slumps backwards...Estevan's sword racing for his throat even as he goes down!