SWOLEris Arm Wrestling

Come one and all to a bout of good fun with food and drink provided to make things entertaining. The Solaris Order wants to see who the strongest elf in all of Torendaar is, so if you think you are up for a challenge, contact High Priest Rawlin with your interest in being part of the action. The winner will receive some sort of prize and/or recognition.

Date

Nov. 9, 2019, 4:30 p.m.

Hosted By

Rawlin

Participants

Seren Escanor Yvette Leda Aurri Leofric Daechir Arminel

Organizations

Lorandi

Location

The Golden Plains - Torendaar - Sparrowhawke Inn - Main Room

Largesse Level

Small

Log


Leo's Lioness arrives, following Leofric.

The Main Room of the Sparrowhawke Inn has been arranged to have the seats all placed in a circle around a single table in the middle of the room. Food and drink have been provided for the onlookers and there is even a banner hanging on one wall that reads: SWOLERIS ARM WRESTLING. As if this was going to become some newfound tradition within the Lorandi kinship.

As the time for the start of the tournament begins Rawlin steps forward and raises his hands. Once silence has fallen over the room he gestures to the table. "Ladies and Gentle-elves of the Lorandi kinship. At this table many will test their might against other Golden Elves, but at the end of this night only one elf will walk away as swolest of swole elves. Who can say what amazing feats of strength will be put on display, but I know one thing is certain... we'll all be quite drunk before the night is over." He grins and then steps to the side.

Grabbing a glass of wine he holds it aloft. "Before we begin I want to say something. I mourn the death of Marquis Valatir Palinnar and whoever or whatever killed him and Marchioness Alliah can politely go fuck themselves. I want whoever or whatever is responsible punished for these terrible deeds. To the memories of Alliah and Valatir." He gulps down his entire glass and places it to the side.

Seren sits off to the side at a table. Her drink of cider is slowly sipped from as Rawlin steps forward. The black she wears is of simple linen as her hand smooth the skirts into place. The last of what her husband has to say catches her attention and there is a brief furrowing of her brows as her face draws into sorrowful expression. She lifts her mug in silence, but does not down it quickly. She takes a deep drink regardless and then sets it back down as she looks at those gathered.

Her gaze slips first to Rawlin and then across at Escanor as she rubs her hands together as if to drive warmth into her skin.

Escanor leads the way into the Inn with Leda on his arm. He sits at the table, across from Seren and he gives her a lovely nod. At Rawlin's toast, he nods. "Here, here." Except its like the most cheerless 'here, here' in the history of the term. He takes a deep breath though. Does Escanor intend to get drunk? Probably not. But he'll roll with it all the same.

Already settled at one of the chairs in the ring, Yvette is dressed in one of her outfits of white linen embroidered in the red and blue of her house at the hems. She's holding her golden flagon; imported for the day from its shelf of honor. She lifts her drink after Rawlin's speech before taking a deep drink, casting a look towards Escanor. "I had hoped you might sit out," she offers to the Serranar. "Give the rest of us a fighting," ha ha "chance."

Taking a seat, Leda doesn't intend to compete. She nods somberly about the mention of Valatir and Alliah. Pressing her lips together, Leda looks down for a moment and takes a slow breath sticking close to her cousin.

"First matchup: Escanor versus Aurri!"

Aurri isn't competing or so it seems. No the Prince isn't into the martial competitions, but he does take part in the social event of celebrating those that have passed recently and nods his head at Rawlin's words somberly, sipping slowly on a glass of wine that he has ordered himself, while sitting at a table, where he can watch the action easily enough.

"First matchup: Myself versus Leofric!"

Leofric moves to take his place opposite Rawlin. He places his elbow down firmly and nods to Rawlin. "Should I be offering good or bad luck here do you think?"

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 14 higher.

Rawlin laughs as he sits opposite Leofric. "I don't know. Good luck I guess?"

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 14 higher.

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 17 higher.

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 13 higher.

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 1 lower.

Rawlin checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 2 higher.

Rawlin checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 1 higher.

Rawlin checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 1 lower.

Rawlin checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 3 lower.

Rawlin checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 7 higher. Rawlin rolled a critical!

Dae wanders in, stops when he realizes how many people are actually here. There is that moment of... can I back out without being seen? look on the Duke's face before with a sigh, the decision to find a seat and watch is landed on.

As the match begins, Rawlin grunts and makes faces as he tries to fend off Leofric's overpowering might. "Hnnngggghhh." Is whatever sound that comes out of his mouth as his hand continues to get lowered towards the table top. Just as Leofric is about to tap him out a sudden burst of strength comes over him and there's a brief moment of pushback where he moves the other elf's hand slightly in the other direction before *THUNK*. He laughs and lets out a breath, "Congratulations Leofric, good luck on your next match."

"Good luck it is then." Leofric says before doing his best to turn his arm into an immovable object. Steadily, steadily, he makes Rawlin's hand drop down before the thunk comes and he can release Rawlin's hand and shake out his fingers. "Good luck on yours Rawlin."

Seren sits in her mourning colors across from Escanor. Her mug of cider idly moved across the table in thought before she turns it about slowly. Her gaze lingers on the grouping with a tilt of her head. She smiles to herself briefly as Rawlin gives a good show. "Well done, good try," she nods to him, lifting her mug as she looks to the group at largee, wondering who shall be called next.

Daechir orders a cup of tea and finds a seat out of the way where he can sip, brood and watch. Though Leo does get a light clap of hands when he wins before the Duke settles into his seat.

Escanor watches the arm wrestling match between Leofric and Rawlin with interest, wondering which of them will manage to come out on top. "Well done to you both." They were both strong in their own rights, after all! But now it was time to hear who the next matchup will be. His eyes lock onto Seren's eyes. Then to Leda's. This will be interesting indeed.

"Winner of the first match: Leofric! Second and final match of the first round: Escanor versus Aurri. Remember that it takes two losses to be eliminated, so having a bit of bad luck to start off the night isn't all that bad!"

Clapping for the competitors, Leda schools herself to a more composed look of warmth once the arm wrestling kicks off. "Oh, goodness. Don't get too fired up Aurri!" She calls out and gives Escanor a pat on the arm as if he's the one that's in for a rough time.

As Leofric wins the first match, Yvette balances her flagon in her lap so that she can applaud for him. The woman picks up a mug of ale for the man and holds it out for him in addition to nodding to a chair next to her.

Escanor looks to Aurri when the match is called, and he moves over closer to the Prince. He gently puts his elbow on the table and straightens out his arm. His fingers unfurl and his hand opens up to prepare for the firm embrace of Aurri's own. "Do not hold back, my Prince."

Aurri claps politely for the both contestants of the first bout and then when the next two are announced, he swallows a little, wait he signed up for this? Oh yeah he did. And now he has to face up against his cousin, who is way stronger than him. Oh well, Aurri shrugs and just gets up and sits down to face his opponent, placing his elbow opposite Escanor. "I promise I won't." he says in response to the older elf's words.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 11 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 3 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 8 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 19 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 16 higher.

Aurri checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 8 higher.

Aurri checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 0 higher.

Aurri checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 2 higher.

Aurri checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 2 lower.

Aurri checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 1 lower.

Daechir studies the others in the Inn between matches. A nod to Seren when his gaze lands on the Marquesa, then another to Rawlin as well before his attention is again claimed by Escanor and Aurri as the two start to battle it out.

"Escanor wins the match! However, Prince Aurri will get another chance at glory soon. As for Escanor, stay where you are seated as you now face a new challenger in Marchioness Seren!"

Escanor defeats Aurri. Though the Prince put up a mighty effort, Escanor's hand only went backwards about a centimeter before he applied real force, slamming Aurri's hand down to the table, but not so hard as to hurt him. "Well done, My prince." Then it seems he will stay where he is...because Seren is going to arm wrestle him. He looks hesitant for a moment, but nonetheless, he plants his elbow gently on the table and uses the exact same arm to prepare for Seren's hand in his. He looks almost...guilty.

Seren is clapping for the Serannar's, setting her mug on the table after the two face off. She looks content to remain in her seat and offers the Duke a deep inclination of her head. "Your Grace," she remarks to him when the clapping carries on for the two. Rawlin's voice cuts through her thoughts and Seren turns her attention to Escanor. Slowly she rises with a creak of her chair upon the floor as it slides back. "Well then. I shall do my best but I suspect we both kno whow this will end." She muses. She crosses over and sets herself down in a chair opposite Escanor. She sets her elbow down and offers her hand to him, her fingers gripping firmly once taking hold.

"I believe in you my love!" Rawlin calls out to Seren as she sits across from Escanor.

Seren checked strength at difficulty 15, rolling 11 lower.

Seren checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 12 higher.

Seren checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 2 higher.

Seren checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 8 higher.

Seren checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 12 higher. Seren rolled a critical!

Seren checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 12 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 4 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 13 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 10 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 19 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 4 higher.

Aurri gives it the best of his efforts, but yes it is sadly not to much avail and he ends up on the losing end of the table and he sighs a little, but at least he gets to have a little bit of a rest for his hand, even if it didn't get hurt in a serious manner. He doesn't look too hurt in pride either as he returns to his usual seat and to his drink to watch the next match which turns out to be a pretty close one.

"And... Escanor wins again, but give a round of applause to the Marchioness who is a lot stronger than she seems to be. I know who will be carrying who up the stairs next time around." Rawlin coughs, and then rubs his chest for a second. "Ahem, now then... let's give Escanor a break for a moment and let the next match take place.... Marchioness Yvette versus Leofric!"

Dae blinks when Seren's name is calls, his brows arching upwards but sits and watches as she takes her seat across from Escanor, when Rawlin's calls out his belief there is almost a ghost of a grin but the tea cup covers it. At least until the match starts and ..... well now, the outcome wasn't unexpected but the battle.. Daechir nods his head in new found respect for Seren.

When Seren arm wrestles him, Escanor gives her a small nod of his head. His fingers curl around her hand to provide the firm grip and she -almost- claims victory! Escanor severely underestimated her. To the poitn that she almost had his hand down for the count, before he powers through, literally fighting her advantage with no loss of strength and finally thunks her hand to the table to claim victory. "You came very close, my lady."

Seren makes Escanor work for every inch of his win to the point she actually struggles against him. Oh my! There is a bead of sweat on her brow as she does so and narrows her gaze at Escanor over the table but by the end of it, the Serannar has won and the back of her hand touches the table. She bows to Escanor as she rises and then steps back, making room for the next two as she lets out a soft laugh. "I did, it makes me think you went easy on me." Shaking out her hand she lets her gaze glide to Rawlin and shakes her head, "Think again." Daechir is given a warm smile.

Leofric lets go of his natural stoicism when he's called to go up against Yvette. A small chuckle escapes and then he returns to the table and once more sets his elbow down. "Care to bet on the outcome Yvette? If I win I want to use the flagon as a wedding cup."

Settling into her seat, Leda continues to observe. There's a soft chuckle at Leofric's teasing of Yvette and the Princess sighs wistfully after a moment.

Yvette doesn't look completely surprised when she's called up against Leofric. They might claim it's random, but she would put money on there being -some- measure of purpose in the matches. She stares at Leofric, but gives a small shake of her head. "Fine," the woman answers. "If I win, I'm calling in my favor later." That's not ominous at all. AT ALL.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 31 higher.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 16 higher.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 25 higher.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 30 higher.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 4 higher.

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 20 higher.

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 10 higher.

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 7 higher.

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 13 higher.

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 2 higher.

Its obvious that Leofric puts up a fight. The muscles in back and arms display it as does the steadily more grim expression that marks his features as his hand moves inevitably, and far quicker than his pride would like, down to the table top. When its all over and he's able to step back and massage some life back into his wrist he shakes his head. "I really should have checked what that favor was first."

Maybe Yvette needed to make up for struggling in the tournaments. Or maybe she's been hitting the SWOLEris gym a lot. Because once her elbow is set on that tabletop, it does not budge. Her arm is solid and set and she just presses. She does grin, just a little. Towards the end there's more of a wobble as she starts to struggle, sweat beading her brow, but she steps away with just a lift of both arms in the air and a shrug towards her betrothed. "Perhaps. But thus is the risk with bets. You might lose."

"And the Marchioness wins!" Rawlin calls out as Yvette beats Leofric. He then glances over to Seren and smiles. "Next up, Marchioness Seren versus Myself."

After making the announcement, Rawlin makes his way to the table to sit opposite of Seren and grins. "Please be gentle. I saw how you almost went toe to toe with Escanor, I quite like my arm intact thank you." He blows her a kiss and then settles in, totally expecting to have his ass handed to him.

Rising up from her seat again after clapping for the victor between Yvette and Leofric, Seren moves to join Rawlin at the table. "Well I should probably throw this so you do not claim that I need to carry you around." She remarks. Setting her elbow to the tble she reaches out offers her hand to him. "You will be unharmed, my heart. Worry not," she offers him, settling in to tighten her grip and once more attempt to to use her surprise strength.

Seren checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 17 higher.

Seren checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 3 higher.

Seren checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 7 lower.

Seren checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 0 higher.

Seren checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 26 higher.

Rawlin checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 3 lower.

Rawlin checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 2 higher.

Rawlin checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 2 lower.

Rawlin checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 3 lower.

Rawlin checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 14 higher.

Watching the couples arm wrestle, Leda curls herself around her glass of wine and chuckles at the surprising strength of the ladies present. "Our poor gentlemen. Perhaps we should have a female fighting force in Torendaar." The princess teases softly and looks to Escanor. "Who do you fear facing most?"

Daechir watches Yvette wim then shortly after Seren show her husband how it's done and the Duke is suddenly very glad he decided to not back out. Sitting in his quiet corner his claps for both of the Marchioness but is nice enough to keep his tongue silent.

"Damn, you have a strong grip." Rawlin says as the two start. Well. It's not much of a start, right from the get go she's overpowering him and he's grunting and groaning to try and reverse course and somehow pull out a win. But fate is fate and likely lugging around Averlin and Olodhin all the time has built her upper body strength up so that she is much more swole than he is. *THUNK* His hand hits the tabble and he laughs. "Mighty Seren!" He holds up her hand. "Winner of this round!"

Leofric quietly asks Yvette. "Who do you believe we will face next?"

Escanor watches onwards as the battle comes to a close. "Well done, Rawlin, Seren. She is...quite strong, deceptively so." He almost chuckles, but retains his deadpanned expression. He simply sits and waits.

With a crash, the Inn's doors are flung open, and immediately, the patrons inside are buffeted by the deafening sound of trumpets, clanging cymbals, and pounding drums. A large group of minstrels scurries inside, the volume of the music growing. A short elf clad in jester attire begins to toss confetti wildly around, while a tall elf clad in black fans smoke from a cindbox all around the entrance, filling the area with a light fog.

Once the sound has grown to a near-unbearable volume, Arminel emerges through the smoke, clad in a shirtless tunic, with war paint adorning his features. A pair of hulking elves in hooded jackets follow shortly behind him, helping clear the King's path over to the contestants.

"YOUR CHAMPION HAS ARRIVED!"

"Our Champion can wait... Next match! Prince Aurri versus Leofric!"

"Now you all did it, you woke him up." Dae's dry comment comes from the back of the room as the King /arrives/.

"Well done, Seren!" Yvette drinks deep of her flagon, draining it and requesting a refill. She looks to Leofric at his query and considers the room at large. "My luck," she muses, "I will have to face Escanor next and be ruined." But then there's Arminel and his... retinue. She rolls her eyes, but can't help grinning. She leans back against her chair, where her eagle sits, grabbing a slip of paper.

"You merely prolong the inevitable, preacher-elf!" comes Arminel's voice, from somewhere inside of the smoke.

"Unless Prince Aurri wishes for his brother to step in and face Leofric himself, of course. I would be willing to let that substitution happen. You know, to see if our Champion is indeed our Champion."

Blinking, Leda looks at Arminel as he enters and makes a face. "That's it. I'm going to go be a shrine maiden and swear a vow of purity." The Crown Princess mutters into her glass and slinks as low as she can into her seat.

Seren chuckles at Rawlin when he exuberantly announces her the winner. She smirks at him and is glad to quickly return to her seat, slipping into it JUST as Arminel makes his entrance - fashionably and smokily late. She lifts her hand to waft at the air and coughs a bit. She glances up at Yvette and winks at her before she takes up her drink and sips from it to try to clear out the smoke.

"May Loran have mercy on whatever poor soul you decide, Rawlin, because -I- will have NONE!" says Arminel, planting hands on hips.

Daechir coughs from his seat near the back where he can watch and listen without really having to do much more. But Arminel's performance is enough to cause the Duke to raise his voice just enough to be heard by His Majesty. "Care for a drink while you wait to smite?"

Escanor looks at Arminel as he arrives and he seems to exhale deeply. "My king." He greets Arminel, though he's not entirely sure how he feels about Arminel's grand entrance.

"If I arm wrestle you Arminel, will you go put some actual clothes on?" Leda asks from her huddle of horror. The Crown Princess poking her head up to peer at her brother with so much judgment.

Aurri perks up at the, undeniably impressive, entrance of his brother, but then his attention is called for elsewhere, as it seems to be his turn again on his second and final chance in the tournament. Though then, he flashes a grin, rather rare for such an occasion for the young Prince on such an occasion as he states "I'd rather have the Champion step in for me to show us all his certainly most awesome skills." And with that he withdraws to his former seat again giving Arminel a thumbsup on the passing by.

"Some of us might appreciate our king in his current state," Yvette proclaims to Leda, casting a look over to the Crown Princess with a rather unashamed grin.

Arminel greets all with a bow from the waist, now that he's visible from the cloud he's created at the Inn's entrance, much to the dismay of a few very-confused looking servers. A broad smile is cast, before he steps on over towards the Brixtien. "Drinks, please, Duke Brixtien," agrees the Serannar, nodding approvingly. "Sleeves are for wiping tears of defeat, sister!" he calls over his shoulder.

"Very well! Our So-Called Champion, King Arminel, versus Lord Leofric. Take your places and begin the match!"

Daechir manages to keep the lopsided grin mostly at bay as he motions to a server for a bottle and glass for the King but then well Arminel is being called and the Duke arches his brows. "Your drink will be here waiting once you have vanquished your ... well Lord Leofric. Do be careful, I think if I have been following this correctly, if he wins you have to marry him."

Leofric shares a couple of quiet words before stepping forward. "I'm afraid I have to win this one to stay in the contest your Highness." His elbow gets set down on the tabletop. He blinks and looks across to Daechir. "How did I miss that rule?"

No sooner has Arminel arrived to the bar alongside Daechir than he's being called back over by Rawlin at Aurri's behest. "And go empty handed?" the Serannar questions, reaching for the glass as he pivots from the bar and stomps over in the direction of the competition table. He takes a good pull from the glass, then sets both the ale and his elbow down on the table, squaring off against Leofric. "Not to worry, Lord Tenlindil, I shall make myself so very handsome for you," he proclaims, with a ready nod.

"I shall wipe my tears on my sleeves once you embarrass the family!" Leda calls back teasing. "What a mercy they're so long!" To Escanor she asides "Now I have to become a shrine maiden. Alas."

"You would barely need to try." Leofric tells Arminel with a perfectly straight face. "It will be a grand match. We will have duck garlands of course."

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 22 higher.

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 7 higher.

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 9 higher.

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 2 higher.

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 9 higher.

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 4 lower.

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 3 higher.

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 12 higher.

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 4 lower.

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 1 lower.

"Well, Lord Leofric is the victory and technically he is advancing to face Marchioness Seren, but I would hate to see OUR CHAMPION flame out so quickly. So why don't we let him have a match versus the Marchioness?"

Daechir coughs as the match well... goes. Then lifts his cup with a dry and completely serious tone. "All hail the king's new consort." then motions for more ale to be brought for Arminel, after all at this point it couldn't hurt, right?"

"Wait...again..." Seren glances up after Leofric beats the King. She hesitates when she's picked to go against the monarch. Slowly she rises and flexes her fingers. Slowly she begins to make her way to the King, one eyes quinting as she gets near. She once more sets her elbow to the table, turning her head to cough because that smoke is still around in here. "Your highness," she says and offers her hand.

"I beat my husband, but that is all the claim I have. Good luck," she says and waits for him to take hold of her hand before she puts her surprise strength into it. Don't fail her now.

"Well, so much for the new champion.." Aurri says and laughs a little, as he shakes his head at his older brother's performance or rather lack of it, but still gives it the clap it deserves, well both of them get a clap, before he reaches for another drink and leans back to watch the next match.

Arminel is attempting to empty the contents of his glass before the next round, it seems. One of his bodymen comes up and begins to carefully apply some chalk to the Serannar's wrestling-hand, while the minstrels begin to kick up a comeback tune. The smoke-elf begins to try re-smoking the Inn, but he's quickly chased out by a barmaid wielding a wet cloth.

"You make no claims that a Duindar toddler could not as well, Marchioness!" replies Arminel, handing off the empty glass and reaching for its replacement, courtesy Daechir. "Give it your best shot." He reaches for the elfess' hand, giving a ready nod.

Seren checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 1 lower.

Seren checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 1 lower.

Seren checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 1 lower.

Seren checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 5 higher.

Seren checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 2 lower.

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 4 higher.

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 1 higher.

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 16 higher.

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 3 higher.

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 4 lower.

Escanor seems to sigh for a moment before he looks at Leda. "We will see." And then....Arminel, after all his talk, loses to Leofric! Shaking his head ever so softly, Escanor actually lets out a chuckle. "Let us hope its a little bit better this time for the sake of our King's pride." then he watches...and Arminel claims his victory! "Ah, he lived up to his words."

"Alright, some change of plans because of all of the craziness that has happened, but let's just say that the Champ has defeated Marchioness Seren for now, and we move on to our next bout: ESCANOR vs. YVETTE! The loser gets to face the Champ and then Leofric."

Surprise strength fails! She lets out a laugh as the struggle is real. "Ahh well, that seems about right," Seren remarks with the back of her hand touchign the table. She releases the King's grip and inclines her head. SHe straightens up and smooths her dress into place. Stepping aside there is a definitive look of amusement on her lips before her cider is claimed as is her seat. She plops back down into it and hesitates when a messenger steps up beside her.

The minstrels go absolutely crazy. They start composing ballads on the spot of the feats of strength they

The minstrels go absolutely crazy. They start composing ballads on the spot of the feats of strength they've just witnessed, and the smoke elf comes streaking back in through the back door, smoking up a (literal) storm through the Inn.

"A WORTHY opponent!" Arminel decides, standing and gathering up his glass. Seren is flashed a quick wink before the Serannar departs for his position at the bar.

"I knew it," Yvette says as she's called up to arm wrestle Escanor. The woman downs more of her ale and gets to her feet. She casts a look at Arminel, points at her eyes, then points at him. She knows she's about to lose. It's -Escanor- after all. There's no beating him. She settles at the table and gives him a look. "At least I don't have to face that damnable sword of yours."

Daechir claps as Arminel defeats the Marchioness, then simply sends another drink off towards his Highness. He if the Duke can't drink doesn't mean he can't ply someone else.

Escanor is called upon to arm-wrestle Yvette, and so...he rises from his seet after looking at Leda and giving her a bow of his head. To Seren, he briefly rests his hand on her shoulder, a comforting act, before he sits across from Yvette. He presses his elbow on the table and lifts his arm vertically upwards. Fingers unfurl, and he just waits for his opponent. "I have seen your strength before. I am not confident."

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 21 higher.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 3 higher.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 15 higher.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 22 higher.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 12 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 20 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 12 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 9 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 10 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 18 higher.

"Yvette wins! But all is not lost for Escanor. First he must battle Our True and Noble Champion, King Arminel, and should he somehow manage to defeat the Champion, then he can face Leofric for a chance to face Yvette once more!"

Leofric almost looks amused. "Come on Yvette. You can win me back yet."

Arminel claims a seat nearby the Brixtien Duke, gratefully receiving the next drink delivered as he settles in to view whatever match has the misfortune of following his recent victory. "That Marchioness is after the family, Escanor, take her down!" he calls over.

Unfortunately, the Serannar loses a close fight, and so the minstrels take up a villainous tune, something dark in a minor key as the Grandmaster takes her victory.

It is surely a surprise because Yvette finds herself staring Escanor down over their arms landed on the table: his on the wrong side. She breaks out laughing and slaps her hand down on his. "HA! Apparently you do need your sword in hand." The woman jumps up and offers a shrug in Arminel's direction. "Apparently your embarrassment at my hand must wait, your highness."

Olore, an elegant barn owl , Foresight, a great horned owl leave, following Seren.

Escanor, alas, only hangs on for a little bit before she slams his hand down. Escanor though, despite Yvette's taunting, simply givs a bow of his head. "Well done. Victory is yours." and he rises out of the seat to make way for the next challenger.

Daechir nods to the king as he settles, taking a drink of his own tea. "Well played." said to Arminel before clapping for Yvette. "I think she is determined to meet you across the field of battle." the side comment to the King added as he waits for the next round to be announced.

Arminel stands once he's called on over again. No sooner than his feet hit the floor and the minstrels kick off into his entrance music again, trumpets shaking the tables. "Pitting Serannar against Serannar! Very well!" says Arminel stretching his shoulders. He paces on over to the table and places his mug down. "Ready."

Or he -was-! Going to leave, but he's still at it! So, he retakes his seat and bows before his King. "Ready." Then....IT BEGINS!

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 5 higher.

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 3 lower.

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 4 higher.

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 1 lower.

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 20 higher.

"Esca! Please win-and then haul his Majesty home over a shoulder if you must!" Leda calls out and sips her wine slowly.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 8 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 9 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 20 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 7 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 8 higher.

a floppy yet regal ginger cat named George leaves, following Aurri.

"And Escanor is victorious! But the question is... can he outlast Lord Leofric next? I can't wait to find out!"

Escanor looks at the King then as pressure is put against him. Alas, not even King Arminel's might can put down the Black Dragon. With a movement of his arm, perhaps due to Leda's encouragement, Escanor plants Arminel's hand to the table and releases it. "Well done, my King. In any other situation, I believe you would have won." after all, Arminel believes himself the champion for a reason! But now...its time for Leofric. Escanor does the same ritual. Elbow gently planted, arm straight up, palm open.

"It looks like our King needs to spend more time in the training field and less hiring minstrels," Yvette observes, grinning into her flagon. She leans back in her seat, watching as Escanor makes up for his loss. She glances sidelong to Leofric, then the table. "Make me proud, Leo."

Leofric dusts his hands off before giving Yvette a short nod. "I will do my best. As always." He moves up opposite Escanor. "Now to see how much of this is luck."

Arminel is bested once again -- the minstrels take up a sad tune. "Ah, if I am to have a weakness, let it be the strength of my House," bemoans the unseated Champion, gathering up his glass(es), clapping Escanor on the shoulder encouragingly, then making his way over to Yvette's table. He motions one of the minstrels, a fiddler, to come take up the seat riiiight beside the Marchioness.

"I'll bet a suit of armor on my cousin," he states.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 37 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 11 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 12 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 9 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 15 higher.

Daechir addes another ale to his tab as it is added to the king's collection to salve the sting of loss, then turns his attention back towards the battle at hand. Though there is a small snort of amusment as the bet is placed.

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 24 higher.

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 4 higher.

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 8 higher.

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 18 higher.

Leofric checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 7 higher.

Taking up her glass, Leda goes to bother Arminel. "You're in a find mood." She notes and pokes him before taking a seat. "Did someone finally propose or something?" She wonders and considers the statement he made. "We have too many cousins."

Arminel looks for a spoon or something to lob over at his sister. Lacking that, he smears some of his war paint on his thumb, then attempts to smudge it on the tip of her nose. "Well, either way, I'm right," he points out, wryly.

Marzena, the golden eagle arrives, delivering a message to Arminel before departing.

"A valiant effort by Lord Leofric, but it is Escanor who will now face Marchioness Yvette to determine who the Champion shall be!"

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Arminel before departing.

Count Chubbles arrives, delivering a message to Arminel before departing.

Halcyon, the white-tailed hawk arrives, delivering a message to Leda before departing.

"Escanor, I will pay your bar tab for half a year if you can pull this off." Dae's dry tones come from his corner.

Halcyon, the white-tailed hawk arrives, delivering a message to Yvette before departing.

"And I, the other half!" Arminel adds.

Escanor nods lightly to Leofric, but one will notice that when he wraps his fingers around Leofric's hand, one can hear the bones cracking. He's getting a little serious now, knowing full well that Leofric is not someone to scoff at. The match begins and while Leofric puts up a great fight, Escanor is slowly winning...until he emphatically puts his hand on the table, signifying his victory in this test of strength. "Well done, Leofric." He bows his head politely before his gaze turns to Yvette. Will Escanor redeem himself? Then of course, there's Daechir's words, further assisted by King Arminel. Free bar tab for a year? Lot riding on this.

Leofric is again bested after putting up a decent challenge. He shakes his head, grimacing, just before his hand hits the tabletop and then backs off "There go my illusions of being the most powerful." He gives Escanor a small smile. "Good luck in the next round." As he moves back to Yvette he says "Its all in your hands now."

As people begin calling out their offers for Escanor, Yvette looks sidelong to the fiddler by her side. She's almost distracted from things, but waves at the man before she gets to her feet. "I am beginning to wonder at the faith everyone has in the Order," she declares as she makes her way to the table and takes a seat. She looks to Escanor and before even putting her hands up. "Considering everyone's faith in you, perhaps, if I should win, you ought to pay -my- tab for the year."

"I find this to be fair." Escanor tells Yvette in a straightforward manner. Looks like its all or nothing for this one folks!

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 18 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 18 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 34 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 8 higher.

Escanor checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 9 higher.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 11 higher.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 1 higher.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 10 higher.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 15 higher.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 5 higher.

"Your Champion... Lord Escanor!" Rawlin calls out after the match has ended. "But I think we all want to see one more match don't we? We all want to see Marchioness Yvette take on the King!"

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Escanor before departing.

The minstrels kick up the music again. The spry little fiddler ventures on over towards Yvette, strumming up that villainous tune again.

Escanor wins! Daechir nods then turns hand scribbles down a quick note before sending it off to the Champion via server. It's then Rawlin announces a bonus round and the Duke arches his brows but sits back to watch.

It would seem that Yvette's luck has run out. While she puts up a good 'fight' against Escanor, her strength does give out in the end and she finds herself, at long last, defeated: hand hitting the table. She shakes her fist out as she leans back, making a face. "Enjoy those free drinks." When the fiddler shows up at her shoulder, she looks over to him and gives him a long look: "I will break your instrument."

Halcyon, the white-tailed hawk arrives, delivering a message to Yvette before departing.

Halcyon, the white-tailed hawk arrives, delivering a message to Daechir before departing.

Escanor and Yvette begin! While she may have a brief advantage, its quickly seemingly overwhelmed by Escanor as he puts pressure on. "I appreciate your effort, Yvette. But...unfortuntaely, in order to protect my family in both name and deed, I require the title. Thus, there can only be one who will have such a name be given to them in Lorandi. The only one who can claim it..."

"is me."

Escanor then plants Yvette's hand on the table with finality, before he rises to his feet. "Your effort was a good one. Your victory over me in our previous encounter was quite the wake-up." He then turns and makes way for the King, even pulls out the chair for the Royal when he arrives for his match.

Arminel cheers Escanor's victory, even as the brave little fiddler begins to slowly back away from the Marchioness, though continues playing that funny little tune in a minor key. Meanwhile, Arminel slowly stands back up, dusting his hands off together, before cracking his knuckles. "It was inevitable," he decides.

Frazil, an Ice Elemental arrives, delivering a message to Arminel before departing.

Halcyon, the white-tailed hawk arrives, delivering a message to Leda before departing.

Rubbing the paint off her nose, Leda rolls her eyes at her brother's bravado. "It was nice knowing you big brother. I'll remember you fondly after she grinds you into the table."

Marzena, the golden eagle arrives, delivering a message to Arminel before departing.

Yvette continues to sit at the table, though she summons someone to bring her ale to her refreshed. She takes a deep drink of it, watching Arminel in his approach. "Lord Escanor does have a habit of waiting until the end to win," she observes. "But what about you, your highness. Is there some reserve of strength you have simply held back?" When the king has seated himself, she leans in to murmur something. Likely some jest because she's grinning once she sits back.

"Congratulations Escanor." Leofric says. "That was quite the show. I almost thought we might defeat you there for a moment."

When Escanor gets up and moves away for the king, Daechir leans a little towards the new Champion, lowering his voice but not really. "Does this mean you have to marry Leofic now?" asked with a slight arch to his brow and a lopsided grin.

Arminel saunters on over to the main table, drink in one hand, chalk being massaged into his palm of the other. He takes a pull from the glass, then eaaaaaaases himself into the chair. A drumroll starts from off in the corner, where the minstrels have gathered. "Ah, Marchioness. I -always- have something up my sleeve..." he says, gesturing demonstratively towards a bicep with his distinct lack of said sleeves. He flashes a grin to the Monstald, dipping his head in a ready nod to her words. "I may surprise you. Let's see what all that Grand Mastering has done for you..."

"Think how happy that would make Escanor." Leda speculates and gives Esca a smile. "Well fought. Look after my brother please. I suspect he may have more hamming to do win or lose." She asks and nods to Daechir once before slipping out herself.

Storm, the Royal White Stallion leaves, following Leda.

Escanor turns his head to Daechir. "No." He says it with finality, though not with the added edge of uncomfortability. He then looks at Leofric with a bow of his head. "In many ways, you were very close." Then Leda asks him to look after Arminel...so, he keeps next to the King just in case Yvette breaks his hand thorugh the table or something

A burst of inspiration comes to Rawlin and he exclaims, "The winner gets Quackers!"

"There will be none of that blasphemy, preacher!" Arminel shouts, pointing at Rawlin without looking over.

"My dear king, you need sleeves to have something up them," Yvette reminds Arminel before taking a final drink from her flagon. She's on her third, so chances are she's tipsy at the -very least- by now. The woman does roll her eyes at the drumroll but settles in for the final match of the night. "Ah? Quackers is on the line? Well, I -must- win now!" As if she wasn't even trying before.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 40 higher.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 28 higher.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 7 higher.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 21 higher.

Yvette checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 5 higher.

"I concur." Leofric murmurs to Escanor's no. "I've picked my mate."

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 6 higher.

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 0 higher.

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 6 higher.

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 0 higher.

Arminel checked strength at difficulty 10, rolling 41 higher. Arminel rolled a critical!

Arminel makes not just a good effort, but a legendary one! Things go predictably bad for the Serannar at first, with Yvette levering her arm right on over, but then somehow, miraculously, he hangs on with his knuckles only a few inches from the table's surface. All the while, he's still trying to hang onto his ale with the other hand, but for a moment, it looks like the Serannar might actually fight his way back into it. Maybe it's the mention of Quackers. Maybe it's the wager against the Monstald. Or maybe it's just whatever he had for breakfast this morning.

Whatever the reason, a short while later, Arminel is inevitably felled, and the minstrels descend into playing a forlorn, sorrowful melody.

The initial effort from Yvette, however, is legendary in its own right. Maybe it is, indeed, the mention of Quackers. Or whatever bet she's made with Arminel. Or perhaps just regaining her own name after her loss to Escanor! The woman leans into the match and has the king on the proverbial rocks when he rallies and it's those last scant inches that they fight over before she finally -- finally! -- claims her victory, getting his knuckles to the scarred table top. The Grandmaster of the Order stands and grins broadly down at the sleeveless -- or was it shirtless? -- monarch. "I warned you, my king. Perhaps we will see you in the training center soon. So you can reclaim your title at the next tournament."


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