Renata has joined the corner table.

Off to one side, Patrizio Pravus lingers as he's watching affairs being set up for the sparring upon the sands. As always, his armour gleams, clearly long worried-over by his staff, with the sword hanging from his belt, while he's preparing himself for what's to come.

3 Setarcan Royal Shields have been dismissed.

9 First Legion Centurions have been dismissed.

Ian comes into the arena and, as is his custom, scans the area on entering with an alertness that borders on hypervigilance.

Aconite makes her way into the arena. The Radiant followed by her usual shadow. Alejandroseems slightly more perky than usual, his head high as he observes the ring while following Aconite. The Radiant's quick to order her bottle of red and something for Alejandro before they seek some place to settle themselves.

Aconite has joined the ringside great table.

Valencia moves quietly through the crowd, speaking with her staff as the Hart's guests arrive in the arena. A vast space, made with tournaments in mind, the rumble and buzz of the crowd grows as seats are filled from the ring side tables and stands to the seats in the rafters for those who are brave eough.

Jan arrives, alone and in fair spirits, carrying rather than wearing her armor. Both her cousins are given cheery finger-waves and is her custom-she goes right for the bar to secure herself some libation. Sip was the first activity she was promised today!

Renata enters the arena to offer nod to Patrizio as she sends assistant towards the bar to gather refreshments. A small wiggle of fingers for Aconite and Valencia before she slips to side of Titania for a soft word and heads for a table where she can settle in.

Teldan saunters into the Golden Hart, wearing a purple and gold doublet over black with a waterfall of elegant lace at collar and cuffs. He heads straight for the bar, the piece of furniture apparently having a near-magnetic pull on him.

Titania was here sitting with Patrizio speaking to him in soft tones as she smiles and gives a soft chuckle perhaps something was said that was funny. She looks up when Renata comes over and speaks in her ear. She looks to Patrizio then too Renata nodding to her, she smiles moving to touch the Archdukes hand a moment and says something softly.

Ian nods to Titania and Jan, and then angles towards the bar.

Ian has joined the bar.

Teldan has joined the bar.

Aco's gloved fingers wiggle in return to Renata's greeting and a wide smile. She and Alejandro take a seat at the large communal table close tot he ring. Spotting Jan, Aconite smiles her direction as well and nods in greeting.

Patrizio, too, is smiling as he's nodding to Titania, though there's that brief lift of his hand to his cousin Renata with a wave in response. A breath passes from him, before there's the press of his palm to his chest, and the dip of his head for Valencia at her arrival, the smile lingering upon his expression.

A little nod to Patrizio as passes by, dark eyes dancing with excitement. Valencia's brows lift with great delight and surprise as Aconite is spied. "Welcome, Radiant Whisper. I'm so glad you are able to attend. Thank you for being here," she smiles warmly offering a hand to the woman in greeting. Another smile comes as Ian enters, the smile growing as he moves to his seat, though a trickle of concern perhaps comes at his state. The thought seems filed away as Jan, too, arrive, the newly married lady given a big smile and happy nod.. Renata's wave is returned with a spark of mischief, the Pravusi princess seeming to be another face she is thrilled to see. Titania is offered a graceful and wam incline of head, too, the little vixen happy to see her, too. Teldan's entrance in his purple and gold doublet over inky black is offered a respectful bow of head.

Aconite's response to Valencia is warm though her voice is just loud enough to be heard by the Hostess, "Thank you, Valencia, I'm pleased I could make it. Alejandro's been eager to attend for so long I couldn't deny him any longer." She smiles to her companion who glances at her while drinking his ale. Both sets of eyes linger on the ring.

Titania looks to Ian nodding her head to him smiling, she moves to stand from her seat nodding her head to Patrizio, "So do I, your Grace." she smiles looking to Valencia, her steps move in the Vixens direction. "Your Highness." she says softly and moves to wrap her arms around the women in a gentle hug of a greeting.

3 Thrax Guards, 1 Thrax Elite Guards arrive, following Fatima.

Teldan, already propping up the bar like the seasoned barfly so many minor lordlings seeem to be, offers Valencia an elegant bow in return for her courtesy. A few moments later there's a glass of red wine set at his elbow, and Teldan retrieves it and lifts it in salute to the assembly before taking his first sip.

Ian is brought a glass of whiskey -- the staff seem to know what his preferences are -- and nods his thanks after it's given to him. He doesn't look like someone who especially intends on moving from the spot he's chosen.

Jan flashes a grin at Teldan and dips her chin in greeting but doesn't address him. She has her whiskey and is pouring another which is offered over to Ian and should he decline she'll keep it for herself.

"Please thank Missere Alejandro for me. Anything that brings you to my Hart is a beautiful thing. Please enjoy, yes?" Valencia smiles back to Aconite before nodding to one of her staff to bring the Radiant Whisper whatever she and her guest may desire. Valencia turns to reply to Titania as well and she welcomes her with a light kiss upon her cheek, if allowed. "I am glad to see you. Thank you for being here, she nods warmly and turns to offer an elegant incline of head in repsonse to Teldan't gallant bow. "I should start our event. Please pardon me. I will be back once I have completed my duties," she nods and smiles again before heading towards the ring of honour.

3 Thrax Guards, 1 Thrax Elite Guards leave, following Fatima.

Having just been given a glass, Ian shakes his head to Jan.



Clad in scarlet southern silks, Valencia moves to the center of the Ring of Valor. Offering a warm smile, she holds up her hands and gracefully inclines her head to the enthusiastic crowd.

"My lords and ladies, misseres and madams, dearest friends -- please be very welcome to my Hart."

"Tonight we are gathered here to enjoy the finest of skills in Arx and Avrum and to raise much-needed funds to assist with our Compacts recovery efforts and support refugees and our veterans and their families," Valencia calls out with a respectful nod. "We hope that you will give generously to this very good cause and cheer loudly for all who share their skill with us tonight."

"I also wanted to remind, that we are hoping to increase the support of the Golden Hart by establishing Harts in communities across Avrum. By doing this, we hope to bring more people together to connect and to raise spirits and support for good causes and community initiatives," Valencia explains. "If you would like to have a Hart in your community, port or city, we welcome you to reach out and we will be happy to bring all the benefits we can to you and your people."

"So, so much can be done when we all work together."

"Once again, and we cannot say this enough, thank you so much for being here with us tonight and your generous support of the Golden Hart. We are so grateful for your help," offers earnestly, her head bowing respectfully to all.

Lifting her eyes again, she smiles and draws a breath as she looks fondly upon the crowd, "And now, dear friends, let the festivities begin," the little vixen calls out with a bright smile. "Competitors! Please prepare! Dear guests! Ready yourself to cheer! Missere Sergeant of Arms, please take to the sands! We now declare tonight's Sip'n Spar open!"

The Hart's arena again is filled with cheers as Valencia gracefully inclines her head and steps from the ring. The event has officially begun!

3 House Velenosa Guards, Renault, Timothe arrive, following Theo.

Titania smiles, "Always." she says to Valencia, letting her go. She eyes Teldan for a moment then moves to take a seat with Renata.

Titania has joined the corner table.

Jan has joined the bar.

3 Thrax Guards, 1 Thrax Elite Guards arrive, following Fatima.

Briar, the fleet and agile shrike arrives, delivering a message to Valencia before departing.

Aconite contents herself with a bottle of Lenosian red while Alejandro requests another ale before he cheers with the rest of the room. Aco is not loud but she does applaud and lean in a bit to watch the ring.

Jan is overheard praising Valencia.

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

Fatima arrives a little bit late, with her usual escort of Thrax guards. The Princess is looking especially lovely and confident these days, offering warm smiles and gracious inclinations of her head to those she knows. She dips her head toward Valencia, because it's always polite to greet the hostess. "Valencia, I look forward to seeing what happens this evening." She smiles, and then moves on. She's clothed in shades of blue-green today, and little charms and bells tinkle about her as she makes her way through the seating areas. Spying Aconite, she makes her way toward the Radiant, pausing only to obtain a glass of rum, before continuing on. "Radiant," she greets with a smile. "You are looking radiant today." Her sea green eyes sparkle. She glances around, to see who is going to be joining the ring. A dip of her head is offered toward Patrizio, Teldan, Ian, Theo, Jan, renata, Titania. So many faces she knows. A smile curves her lips, then she settles into a seat at the ringside.

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

Jan bows her head, "Hello Princess Fatima, Are you fighting today?"

Patrizio has joined the ring of valor.

Aconite smiles and stands, as does Alejandro, and both bow to Fatima as she joins them at the large table ringside. "Your Highness, you're too kind. Thank you for joining me." She follows Fatima's gaze as it skips to familiar faces, "Especially when there are so many options." Once done Alejandro then Aconite sit and settle to talk quietly at the table while eagerly awaiting the first match up.

The Hart's Sergeant of Arms is a rough-hewn, no-nonsense kind of a man with a stony glint in his eye and the look of one with more than his share of military experience. Moving with the agility of a much younger man, the steel haired warrior moves onto the sands and holds up a scarred hand calling for silence.

"Lords and Ladies! Good folk and gentles all! We call Archduke Patrizio of Pravus and Prince Theo of Velenosa to the sands!" he rumbles out as he eyes the combatants with a look of approval as they enter.

Teldan offers elegant bows to the familiar faces in the crowd, and does it without spilling a drop or even getting close. He looks towards the arena at the announcement, though, and sets his glass down so that he can applaud.

Theo has joined the ring of valor.

Ian watches with a detached sort of interest as the two men meet in the ring.

Patrizio allows a dip of his head back to Fatima when he's noticing her greeting, though Valencia's call draws that press of his palm to his chest, before he's bowing his head. "My highness commands," says he with warmth, though there's that glance to Theo and then... to his cousin Renata. Before back to Theo. "This isn't due to the wine thing, is it, your highness?" Asks he, as he's getting himself out onto the sands.

Patrizio takes Dueling Longsword from a leather backpack stamped with the seal of House Pravus.

Fatima curves her lips a little in response to Jan's question. "I think not," she says, glancing down at her skirts, giving them a little swish with one hand in a flare of blue-green starlight silk. "I am not quite dressed for fighting today." She gives a little laugh, and a smile to Jan, and looks to Aconite. She applauds for Patrizio and Theo with everyone else, and then she settles in at her seat, turning to Aconite, with a respectful inclination of her head in turn. "It's an honor, Radiant, to share a table with you," she replies in turn. She sips her drink, then sets it down, before murmuring something a little more quietly to Aconite.

Patrizio wields Dueling Longsword.

Fatima has joined the ringside great table.

"And you, Princess Fatima. It has been a very long time since we have seen you in my Hart. I'm so happy to see you again," Valenica nods warmly back as she greets the princess with a graceful incline of head and the offer of a hand in warm greeting.

As Faitma moves off to enjoy the match, Valencia gives a look to the men entering the ring. A little look of pride finds her eyes and she nods encouragingly to them.

Theo grins at Patrizio. The irony of facing off Renata's cousin is not lost to him. But this is for a good cause and he's game for it. "Honestly we should just call it now." He lost in the wine slap he's pretty sure he's going to lose in this but he's all about entertaining the crowds to. He did kiss Valencia's cheek on the way to the sands and nodded towards those he knew.

Renata smiles with a rise of her deep red wine as Patrizio and Theo are announced to be the first to spar. A hint of mirth as she lets out a giggle before sipping her drink. Looking over to catch Teldan within the crowd she overs a small wave.

Theo wields A finely wrought steel shortsword, adorned with the insignia of House Velenosa.

As the men arrive in the ring, they are giving a nod of approval. "Your grace, your highness, present yer arms. May your fight with honour and fire in your heart. At your ready..." the Sergeant of Arms offers with a curt, no-nonsense bow and a gruff grin to each before stepping briskly back and barking out, "LAY ON!"

A fight has broken out here. Use @spectate_combat to watch, or +fight to join.

Titania pours herself a glass of wine then claps her gloved hands as Patrizio and Theo step into the ring, she picks the glass up to sip from it as she looks to Renant and lowers her voice to speak.

Renault have been dismissed.

As the match begins, so does the messengers. Valencia reads each missive, drawing a happy breath at each one in turn. The chests that accompany each letter is given into the reliable hands of the Hart master barkeep, Maggnus who sees it to a safe place with a nod. The raven haired woman looks positively elated as she turns the crowd to ensure that all is well and everyone is having a wonderful time.

3 House Velenosa Guards have been dismissed.

Timothe have been dismissed.

A fight has broken out here. Use @spectate_combat to watch, or +fight to join.

Aconite leans in, her smile remains in place but her expression grows somewhat serious as she speaks quietly with Fatima. Alejandro, however, is entirely engrossed in the coming fight.

Valencia is overheard praising Aconite: Graceful and lovely as she is generous. Thank you for supporting the cause. <3

Does Theo know what he is doing? Probably not. But he gets ready to fight the archduchess with a smile to lips as he wields his weapon. "Ready when you are." But is he really? Time will tell. Any bets on this? The money should go towards Golden Hart.

Does Patrizio know what he's doing? Probably, though there's that ease of a smile when the armour's been shed and the archduke is in but the cloth that he wears beneath it, the sketch of a bow as he's wielding the longsword he uses when duelling more than his wartime weapon. "Let us be resolved that we have /fun/ with this, more than anything else. And we'll drink and laugh after this, yes?"

Renata continues to hold her wine as she watches the two on the fields there's a slip of mirth and concern for the fight and for who is anyone's guess. Looking to Titania to have a soft word at their table

Ian watches the fight from where he sits at the bar with interest. He's not consumed by studying it, but he is definitely watching.

Theo sort of dances around Patrizio but really this courtier is better at words then weapons. Its obvious. He does like Patrizio's idea of having a drink and a laugh. He can poke fun at himself as he calls out, "Just not the face!" He already has a scar above his eyebrow and he really would prefer to keep it that way.

Fatima watches the fight, but she also bends to deep conversation with Aconite, sipping from her rum occasionally with bangles tinkling down her arm as she lifts the glass. Her gaze shifts from Aconite briefly, toward the match, then back to the Radiant, her demeanor serene and unhurried in every action.

"I am /not/ going for your face," says Patrizio, though there's no 'patiently' about it as he's bringing the blade into play. "I'm not having my cousin or yours angry at me for such things."

Renata checks composure at normal. Botch! Renata fails completely.

The crowd cheers as the first fight of the night begins. The Velenosan prince and the Pravusi archduke both being cheered with equal vigor. Valencia's eyes are bright with pride as they dance about the sands and she watches with rapt attention for as long as she can. A little smile finds her as she observes Renata and Titantia and Fatima and Aconite chatting as she drifts towards the bar to see that the drink keeps flowing.

Soft conversation at their table interrupted by Renata nearly spitting her wine out over something which stays quiet as she her face turns red with a full blush. Ducking down to the table trying to hide herself now.

"I am glad you are not going for my face just as I won't go for your face!" Theo can wishful think as he brings out his weapon again and tries to draw it on Patrizio but one can tell this prince might get worn out quickly.

Aconite seems to listen to Fatima, slowly nodding as she speaks, and then after a moment she replies quietly and at length. Alejandro continues to cheer with the crowd.

Patrizio sighs patiently at the comment from the prince of the Lyceum. "My good Prince Theo," says the archduke of the Summer Seas, "My /hair/. Most are more worried about my hair, and let us be honest, it is but that which keeps me alive. My promise to my cousin Sebastian that I should not die until he can figure out how to properly render it for posterity." No, he's clearly having a good time, even as there are those slashes of steel upon steel....

A brow lofts Renata's way as she spits out her drink. "Another bottle for the princess. I fear the wine may not be to her tastes," Valencia instructs one of her staff with a nod to the table. Turning, she smiles to Ian, Teldan and Jan again as the congregate at the bar. "Welcome all. I'm so very happy to see you here tonight. Will you be taking a turn on the sands?" she asks with interest as she glances back to the match as the crowd roars again.

Jan smiles to Valencia "I may, we shall see. You are always the most generous of hostesses, Valencia. There is no better venue in the city than the Hart. I trust you've been well?"

Titania blinks as the princess is choking on her wine, her blue eyes dart to the sands to watch Patrizio and Theo spar. Her eyes squint slightly and then she is reaching a hand to touch the princesses arm and softly speak to her again as she is trying to hide.

Ian shakes his head to Valencia. "Likely not." There's something apologetic in his voice as he says this. "I'm past the point where those spars would be fair."

Teldan offers Valencia a warm smile as she arrives at the bar. "Thank you for the warmth of your hospitality," he says, then delicately shudders at the mention of a turn on the sands. "I fear not; I simply haven't the constitution for such a thing, and I haven't a thing to wear."

Fatima continues to converse quietly with Aconite, but she does glance over toward Renata as she sees the Princess choking on her drink. Seeing that she appears to be in Titania's good hands, however, the concerned expression fades from her expression after a moment, before she turns her attention back to Aconite, speaking softly. She sips her drink occasionally, glancing around as others are asked to join the sand. Then she looks to the combat once again, dividing her attention between the spar and the Radiant, though the latter by far has most of her focus.

Theo is still having fun out here. Whatever is going on outside of the ring he's not aware because he's trying to dance away from Patrizio's sword but he's laughing even if he sounds out of breath and he says out loud in gasps, "Somebody, anybody, save me!" This is why he has people who protect him. It shows. He doesn't run away from the archduke. Yet.

Patrizio laughs brightly at Theo's protestations. "Your highness, do you /truly/ need someone to save you from me? I would argue that I am willing to tap out in favour of my cousin." Not that he's peeking up at where Renata's settled, but the barb is there, even as his steel blade goes snicker-snack for the fun of it, the flash of it in the light.

Theo checks 'unconsciousness save' at easy. Theo is successful.

Theo remains capable of fighting.

Valencia's smile is warm and she bows her head. "I completely understand. I am very glad you came to watch. It is good to have you in my Hart," she nods warmly to the trio. "And should you change your mind, Lord Teldan, we have armour that you are welcome to borrow," she nods with happy accord. "But I digress, when I should be saying thank you so much for joining us. I will not distract you. Please enjoy and let us know should you need anything. If we can provide it, it is yours," she smiles warmly and lets them enjoy the match again. Theo's and Patrizio's playful banter catches her attention and she smiles again, though there is a look to Renata and Titania's table to make sure all is well.

Renata's cheeks are a full flush, redder than a plump tomato on display at market. She has barely lifted her head from trying to hide to look out to the spar between /that prince/ Theo and her cousin Patrizio. Trying to catch her breath to shift her gaze towards Titania in a small nod. A wave of her hand to ensure to others she's breathing and is mostly alright. Her gaze slips back to the fields with a gasp to call out very unlike herself, "Cousin! You will not tap out!"

The laugh that Theo has been keeping bursts out as he holds a finger up at Patrizio he had heard Renata and that is what has him laughing. "Should we appease to your cousin. I mean we already know who's winning." Once he's able to breathe again his sword gets lifted. Someone needs lessons.

A laugh slides from the archduke, before he allows the dip of his head. "If you have had enough, your highness, I would indulge you, so long as you permit me the honour of buying you a drink to salve the hurt." There's a turn of his head, before he calls out, "And I would be equally happy to offer a donation to the Hart as well, in honour of the fight, to salve the hostess' feelings at our stepping off the sands."

Ian gets Basket-hilted Rubicund Sword from Oiled leather bag.

Aconite claps while Alejandro cheers at the end of the spar. Aco does glance the direciton everyone else does but her eyes don't linger too long on the poor Pravus Princess. Instead she continues to speak agreeably with Fatima.

Theo looks like he's been in a work out. His head full of sweat and muscles he didn't know he had screaming. "Yes, drink." Putting his weapon to the ground as both hands go to his thighs working on catching that breath thing so he can speak. "And I will donate to for my dear cousin!" If Valencia sees him he has enough energy to throw her a wink. Once he can straighten he does offer his hand to Patrizio's to shake. "Thank you for indulging me."

As the fight between Theo and Patrizio draws to an end, Ian takes a pouch out of an inner pocket of his coat and motions the bartender over to him. He hands it over, with a few quiet words, and a gesture towards Valencia.

Theo has left the ring of valor.

A low sound slips from Patrizio as he's sheathing the blade, offering up his hand to Theo before moving to clasp the man's forearm in a warrior's grasp. "Your highness, there was no indulging. I enjoyed the chance to fight with you as brothers upon the sands, and we shall go off to enjoy a beverage while the next spar occurs."

Valencia looks sincerely touched by this. "Thank you, your Grace and to you my sweetest of cousins," Valencia bows her head with appreciation and respect. "You honour me and my Hart. Thank you for supporting this cause," she calls out earnestly. Stepping closer she holds up a hand. "And thank you so much again to the most Radiant Whisper Aconite and Missere Mirari Corsetina for their generous donations. Tonight we have raised 445,000 in silver. With your help we may raise at least 1 million silver to help those in need. I cannot thank you enough," she breaths a warm nod to Aconite again and kisses blown to Theo and Patrizio.

Patrizio has left the ring of valor.

As Prince Theo yields, the crowd roars with delight. The Hart's Sergeant of Arms swallows a grin, nods and then steps back into the center of the ring, "Well done," he offers to both men with a hint of an approving smile as he turns to the crowd to bellow, "A fight worthy of starting this night!" he nods to each curtly. "Lords and ladies, misseres and madams, friends, rise and salute your winner, Patrizio, the Archduke of Pravus!"

The crowd rises and cheers again as the first combatants of the evening good-naturedly step from the sand.

The Sergeant waits till there is a lull again and then with a deep rumble he bellows again, "Stand tall. Our next match is called! Lady Titania of Kennex and Lady Jan of Malespero! You've been called to the sands. May your fight with honour and fire in your heart," he offers with a brisk nod to each as they arrive and then steps back out to give them room. "Fighters, present yer arms! At your leisure lay on! Good fight!"

Valencia is overheard praising Theo: Thank you with all my heart for supporting your cousin's charitable event. Grateful beyond measure. <3

Theo is overheard praising Valencia.

Valencia is overheard praising Patrizio: Honoured and most generous champion of the Hart, thank you for this and all that you do to help others.

Titania looks to Renata, "I will be back, this should be quick." she smiles touching her arm and moving to head for the sands as she does she starts to pull her hair up and its secured into a bun on the top of her head.

Fatima turns from her conversation with Aconite briefly, and joins the applause for Theo and Patrizio. "Well fought," she says pleasantly. She turns then and whispers to her maid Mara, who bobs a curtsey and then departs for a time. Fatima turns back to Aconite then, resuming their conversation.

Renata looks to be slowly recovering from whatever caused her to flush and spit her wine

After handing off the pouch to the bartender, probably with instructions to get it to Valencia, Ian goes back to his drink.

There is a quick dip of hand from Theo to reclaim his weapon after he does that exchange with Patrizio, grinning. "Yes." In agreement. His grin remains as he steps off the sands and hears Valencia who gets another wink for the kiss she blew and he's heard saying for the next pair to spar, "Good luck, ladies!" His eyes then travel over to where Renata is and he just smiles at her.

Jan claps, "well fought, your grace, Prince Theo." she drains her glass and slides the whiskey she'd just ordered for herself over towards Ian to drink or guard as she rises and stretches. She looks to Ian and opens her mouth only to see he's anticipated her need and flashes a grin "Thank you." she steps away from the bar and pads out to the sand, "Was surprised to see your name on the list but I am pleased to see you expanding your horizons, cousin." she draws the rubicund sword and turns it in her hand to inspect it a bit before giving Titania a flourished bow.

Jan has left the bar.

Renata has left the corner table.

Renata has joined the ringside great table.

Jan has joined the ring of valor.

A press of his palm to his chest when he bows his head to Valencia, and Patrizio's clasping Theo on the bank as they come off the sands. "Ladies, be vicious!" Calls the archduke, even as he's already gesturing for the servers to come attend to them when they're getting refreshed.

Patrizio has joined the ringside great table.

Titania has left the corner table.

Titania has joined the ring of valor.

Renata looks to her glass of wine for what might be left of it to grab the bottle and glass with a wave to platter of chocolates and fruits to follow her as she heads for the ringside table as Titania heads for the field.

Jan wields Basket-hilted Rubicund Sword.

Theo has joined the ringside great table.

1 Kennex corsairs have been dismissed.

Teldan orders himself another glass of wine when the first is empty, and pays for it with a small pouch he doesn't seem to expect change from. That done, he leans back against the bar to watch the newest fight.

Ian displays a little bit more interest as his cousins take to the sands.

A fight has broken out here. Use @spectate_combat to watch, or +fight to join.

Titania wields Storm Breaker, a bejeweled rubicund short sword.

Titania chuckles at Jan as she pulls her sword, "Expanding my horizons? Cousin, this is not my first time holding a sword nor will it be my last." she smiles.

Jan lifts an eyebrow "Doing a thing and being seen to do a thing in public are two very different things. It is kind of you to agree to swords because you remember the last time I try to shoot with a bow I nearly lost a tit."

Aconite stands to genuflect as Theo and Patrizio join the table she's seated at. Alejandro offers a somewhat distracted bow as well.

Jan ambles slowly towards Titania. She slashes and jabs but is mindful of the amount of force she puts behind her swing after the first one lands and she winces a bit even thought it was Titania that got hit. Other than that she continues to press, striking at Titania's guard.

Titania readies herself its been a while since she gone up against her cousin and with everything that's been going on she is relearning a lot of thins. "Its not my first Sip N Spar either." her cousin comes out swinging and she gets in a good hit not once but twice and she backs up away from her to breath deeply. "You have improved cousin."

Renata turns from conversation at the table to watch Jan and Titania. A small smile in passing with a giggle slips over her lips as she seeks to drink carefully of her wine. "Please don't be loosing any body parts tonight Lady Jan."

Jan promises Renata "I may some day loose a limb but I promise you it's going to be doing something SINCERELY foolhardy. My limbs are safe tonight."

Jan says, "as for my skill-That happens when you ride with the knight general or cousin Ian. You improve or you die."

Titania checks 'unconsciousness save' at easy. Titania is successful.

Titania remains capable of fighting.

Aconite's dark eyes finally return from greeting the new arrivals to the large table. She watches the fight with clear curious interest which pales in comparison to the rest of the crowd and Alejandro's considerably more lively appreciation.

Fatima turns to watch Titania and Jan as they spar, while Mara pours from a bottle of a particularly rare vintage. She smiles at the display, then turns her attention back to Patrizio as he says something. Her expression turns serious and thoughtful and she nods to him with a smile, before murmuring something back. She does glance toward the fight occasionally, watching the style of both Titania and Jan, and curving her lips in a smile, before turning back to those at the ringside table.

Valencia is overheard praising Teldan: A kind and generous donation. So happy to see such strong support. Thank you. <3

Ian blinks at Jan when she suggests that spending time with him and not improving means death. He starts to protest out loud, then thinks about it and shuts his mouth with an air of 'okay, yeah, I deserve that'

Titania is starting to feel the hits from her cousin, "Lets not lose ta ta's tonight Mangata may get upset as well as Pasquale." she smiles, her fighting style is a odd one something mixed with Thrax and something not seen before unless you been around the marin'alfar before. She is hit hard this time and it causes her to take a few steps back. She breaths deeply but is not giving up she moves back in.

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

From his place at the Ringside great table, Patrizio rises to his feet, wineglass in hand and lifted still further aloft. "LORDS, LADIES, AND MESSERES," calls out he, in the most official of archducal voices that he can muster. "Raise your glasses for those who have given so generously of their treasuries and of themselves for this cause for which we come out this evening. To the uplifting of those who have come seeking refuge, and to the Golden Hart for offering up comfort and care to those who come seeking it! HUZZAH!"

While Renata tries to keep her eyes upon the field she keeps slipping over to see what Teldan might be up to

Valencia is overheard praising Fatima: A lovely and spirited woman with a truly generous heart. Grateful for her kindness and support this night. Thank you. <3

Theo rises when Patrizio does with his own glass and is heard saying, "Hear, hear!" Then he finally takes a drink and his focus goes back to the sands as he finds his seat once again at the ringside great table.

Fatima is overheard praising Valencia: Valencia's heart is made of gold, just like her Hart. May it never change.

Valencia is overheard praising Ian: A golden hearted friend whose company I am always glad be in. Words will never express how much I appreciate this friendship. Thank you so much for everything, Lord Ian. Grateful. <3

Teldan lifts his own glass when Patrizio starts his toast. "It's the honour of House Whitesurf to contribute to such a charitable affair," he says, in the wake of the cheer. "And I do hope my dear cousin the Baron finds out that he's donated." The words are said with a smile that's pure, radiant, delight.

Fatima glances at Teldan and his comment, then chuckles softly. She raises her glass as well, now filled with that fine vintage. "Huzzah!" she cries as well, before taking a slow sip.

Jan calls over her shoulder "That is, for the record, not a bad thing. Were if not for Lord Ian's willingness to do what others won't I'd have never taken up the sword and I don't even want to think of what my life would have been." she attacks Titania still measuring her blows.

Titania checks 'unconsciousness save' at easy. Titania is successful.

Titania remains capable of fighting.

Titania checks 'unconsciousness save' at normal. Titania is successful.

Titania remains capable of fighting.

Titania checks 'unconsciousness save' at hard. Titania fails.

Titania is incapacitated and falls unconscious.

Ian has left the bar.

Teldan has left the bar.

Ian looks at Teldan for a moment, and then eases off his barstool. With his glass in one hand and his cane in the other, he threads his way over to join Patrizio.

Teldan has joined the ringside great table.

Ian has joined the ringside great table.

Teldan leans away from the bar and follows Ian over towards Patrizio's table.

Jan turns her attention to Titania and holding the force behind her swings in check still she begins to swing in rapid fire, her parries direct Titania's blade away creating openings for Jan to land blows on her fairer cousin.

Titania does not give up, she continues to go at Jan, moving in steps to the side. Moving as if she was more use to finding at sea then on land and it shows, she starts to sweat and makes the wrong step and with the last hit Titania goes down onto her back breathing heavy looking up at the ceiling saying something in a odd language.

Titania says in Marin'alfar, "Magnata tits! That hurts!"

Jan steps forward and offers a hand up, "Well fought, Titania." pulling Titania up with ease, "Let me buy you a drink?"

Aconitechokes on her wine and blinks at Titania but shakes her head. She cheers for the combatants as does Alejandro who has goten up and slid off to another table to celebrate the Sip'n'Spar with other on-duty shadows.

Jan is overheard praising Titania.

The crowds rise up and cheer as Titania and Jan dance about the sands in their spirited match both Kennex fighters receiving hails from the crowd. A finely timed parry and blow from Jan finds Titania unexpectedly and the crowd roars again. Stepping back onto the sands as Jan helps Titania rise again, the Hart's Sergeant of Arms gives a nod and holds up his hands. "Well fought, ladies. You've done Kennex proud," he nods with approval and then turns back to the crowd. "A fine showing of skill! Give a cheer for your winner, Lady Jan of Malespero!" Again, the crowd is happy to show it's appreciation, both ladies cheered and toasted as the step from the sands.

Ian's reaction to whatever Titania said was a visible darkening of his mood. He slouches in his chair and knocks back the rest of his drink, then signals the staff.

Patrizio briefly looks to Ian with some concern when there's that shift of posture. The downing of a drink, perhaps, seems more understandable.

Titania gets up and cleans herself off, "Thank you, cousin."

Titania has left the ring of valor.

Fatima glances toward Titania then as she speaks, and Aconite reacts. She lifts an eyebrow, then murmurs something to Aconite. Then she eyes Titania, before clapping for both of the ladies. "Well done," she says, nodding to Jan and then to Titania.

3 Armed Confessors arrives, following Insaya.

3 Armed Confessors have been dismissed.

Renata has closed her eyes from watching the fight to sway gently in her seat. A blind fumble for her wine glass as she opens her eyes and looks at the wine as if lost within gaze upon the darkened liquid only to close her eyes again and take a sip. A soft hum slipping from her as she looks around the room then nodding to Ian and Teldan as they both join the table.

Teldan adds his applause to that for Jan and Titania, smiling. "Well fought! Well fought, I say!"

Fatima listens to something Aconite says, and then she bursts out in unrestrained laughter, her eyes lighting up, and crinkling at the edges.

Theo has been observing in general but now he sort of squints at Renata when she closes her eyes and sways as she reaches for her glass in that fumble. If allowed he puts a hand to her forearm and only says one word. "Princess."

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

Jan has left the ring of valor.

Jan returns to the bar to get herself another drink and only once she has it in hand does she notice everyone's migrated.

Valencia is overheard praising Titania: Gentle friend and most lovely lady, so grateful for your generous and kind heart and friendship. Thank you so much. <3

Titania looks over at the table that Renata is sitting at now, her ocean blue eyes bounce from one to another. She hmms and moves to the bar and takes a seat, she can search out Renata later.

Valencia is overheard praising Jan: A woman of incredibly skill and a truly big heart. Grateful for her friendship, enduring support, and for her presence in my Hart and heart. Thank you. <3

Renata has left the ringside great table.

Renata has joined the ring of valor.

Jan turns and looks to the table "Shall we join them?" she wonders to Titania indicating the rest.

The crowd finally simmers down and the libations continue to flow. Valencia keeps a careful eye upon things. Seeing all is well, she takes a sip of what seems to be a good Lycene red and steps forward towards the ring. "It has been an remarkable night. The skill has been most excellent," she nods warmly. "I am no fighter proper, but if someone would match me, I would be very glad to stand in a battle of fans," she invites with a little playfully look over her shoulder.

Fatima watches as it seems Renata and Valencia are going to go at it. She sets down her drink, and lifts her hands to her cheeks. "Oh dear," she murmurs. "This should be interesting." She lowers her hands after a moment, and picks up her glass once more, slowly nursing the drink. She divides her attention between what is happening in the ring, and the conversation at the table. She notices Jan and Titania, and smiles, waving them over.

Aconite keeps an eye on the ring and claps amidst the cheers while speaking to the table at large.

Jan has joined the ringside great table.

Don't ask who Theo will root for because he will not make that decision. His smile comes back and he applauds already for what is to come.

Renata takes her wine with her only to smile towards Valencia and raise her glass to drink from it and hand glass over to her assistant before entering the field where Valencia awaits. "I will take your challenge Valencia. I'll even leave my wine aside. Though please do go easy on me. I would hate to loose my constitution upon a lovely evening." Her bow and nod as she cups hands before her with shy look towards their host.

Valencia smiles as Princess Renata rises to the call and steps upon the sands. "I shall be very honoured to dance with you, your highness, though I dare say that you will easily out dance me. I have seen you upon the dance floor," the little vixen grins happily as she moves to step into the ring. "You are familiar with the game of fan sparring, yes?" she nods eager to be sure Renata is fully on board.

There's a lift of a brow on the part of Patrizio when he's watching Valencia and Renata getting ready to go upon the sands... and he's ordering some more wine for himself while he watches what's coming.

Aconite does keep a curious eye on those entering the ring while she speaks and accepts a new bottle of Lenosian Red.

Jan's eyebrows loft "Fan sparring?" she looks around "Whatever is that?"

Teldan adds a request for another glass of wine to Patrizio's, having almost run out. A terrifying thought, apparently.

Valencia speaks to the Hart's Sergeant of Arms and he furrows his bushy brows in understanding. Nodding he moves to the center of the ring. "Rise and stand! Our next match is called," he announces his sharp eyes sliding across the crowd. "A battle fans, a courtly contest that demonstrates skill, poise and grace, not often seen so far north," he explains to the crowd. "Princess Renata of Pravus and Valencia of the Golden Hart. You've been called to the sands. May your fight with honour and fire in your heart," he nods respectfully to each. "Fighters, present yer arms and lay on when you are ready! Good fright!"

Valencia has joined the ring of valor.

Ian finishes off his second drink and says something at his table. He rises to go, pausing only for a moment to speak to Teldan before leaving.

Ian has left the ringside great table.

Fatima glances at Ian, and remains serene. "Fare you well, Lord Ian," she says as he departs the table. She glances toward the ring as the dance of fans begins, and she smiles briefly, before looking back to the table, to hear Aconite speaking. The Princess sips her wine quietly.

Sparrow, an enthusiastic and bubbly assistant have been dismissed.

6 First Legion Centurions have been dismissed.

Lizette arrives with two ornate fans that would be at home at any Lycene court upon a velvet pillow. Valencia offers a gracious nod to the petite barmaid as she arrives and then a respectful nod to Renata so she might select her "weapon." "Your choice, your highness, as is custom, yes?" she smiles with a hint of impishness allowing the Pravusi princess to decide which fan suits her best.

Renata nods gently as the suggestion of fans have been offered. "It's been awhile since such a /fight/ has been offered. However I remember both Bella and Allegra teaching me how to flutter and spin as so we could play through a dance without others to actually dance with." She smiles warmly adding in, "It drove father to ask of the gods a few questions when we would rather play with fans than what suitors might exist at a gala." She looks to the choices of fans to pick one that is bright blue with hint of silver cutting across edges of the silk fan 'blades' when flicked open the embroidery upon fan shows a scene of climbing vines over rolling hills. With a smile Renata fans herself then flicks the fan closed again in a sharp motion of her wrist. "This will do nicely."

Valencia grins with appreciation of Renata's memories, her own ignited and familiar. Taking up the remaining fan, one in black with gold and red trim and a flash of what seems to be jewels or perhaps metalic paint that catches the light, Valencia steps back and withe a deep and courtly bow, snaps the fan open to reveal the image of a fox and flames. "Shall we?" she invites...

A fight has broken out here. Use @spectate_combat to watch, or +fight to join.

Teldan is enjoying himself one moment, and then the next there's a messenger arrived to murmur in his ear. He sighs and knocks back what's left of his wine, then rises to his feet to offer those at his table another elegant bow. "Your grace, your highnesses, Lady, Radiant. Forgive me, and kindly offer my compliments to our generous hostess." And then he's heading out.

Teldan has left the ringside great table.

Titania stayed back at the bar for a moment watching Ian leave, she shakes her head and slips off the stool and heads for the table everyone has gone to sit at. She nods to Teldan in passing as she sips her drink, she grins. "Kick her butt Valencia!" did that just come from Titania?

Titania has joined the ringside great table.

Fatima has left the ringside great table.

Fatima bids farewell to the people at the ringside table, and makes her way out, little bells chiming and bracelets tinkling.

3 Thrax Guards, 1 Thrax Elite Guards leave, following Fatima.

Jan has left the ringside great table.

Renata's fan flicks open again with a wave towards Valencia as she seeks to hide her face behind the fan. A small nod into bow as as she reaches out in quick close of fan and taps at Valencia's wrist in a playful poke then lifting her closed fan to lift Valencia's upwards before removing her fan from press against the little vixen. Opening her own fan again with wave to Valencia and smile. "I remember Bella would do this to me every time we started as well." Offering another small curtsy now, "Oh. How did she put it? It was a bow, then tap and lift. We did that." Renata muses as she tries to remember her youthful play, "Oh. Yes!" Now a wave of her fan towards Valencia, "Your dress and hosting is a lovely direction to show how much you love the city and all around you Princess Valencia."

For all her words, it would seem that the Princess Renata is rather formidable and Valencia seems very pleased and impressed. A big smile appears upon the raven haired woman's face as the ladies circle each other as if in dance, fans fluttering as they seek out each other's weaknesses.

"I can only imagine the skill of your Archduchess, your highness. She was a woman whose beauty rivaled her ferocity and poise. Clearly traits that all Pravusi woman carry in abundance," Valencia supposes with a playful smile as she twists and turns narrowly avoiding Renata's fan.

To the compliment she inclines her head. "You are sweet to say, but I cannot hold candle to the Princess Renata of Pravus," she replies. "But I will happy occupy second or third place," she smile again and moves forward with a series of quick graceful steps. The sweep of Renata's arm is just barely intercept by her fan. "Beautiful," Valencia nods. "I see I shall have to be very careful with you."

Theo is leaned forward and invested in watching the pair on the sand. He also still sips at his drink as he takes in the words both are saying and the fan dancing they are doing and he murmurs to no one in particular, "I am impressed."

Aconiteseems to be enjoying the verbal aspect of the spar as much as the spar itself. She downs another cup of wine before setting her glass aside.

Titania sits back in her seat relaxed sipping her glass, her head tilted to the side as she continues to watch the spar with her Ocean blue eyes watching the two dance.

Renata starts to blush within Valencia's compliment only to hide behind a flutter of her fan where eyes seen over top are a brief look away. A whisk of the blue and silver fan to settle at her side as the princess spins to find herself closer to dance partner and flash a kind warm smile with small chew of her lip as she lets out a small giggle. Her own attempts to tap at Valencia have been blocked as she looks Valencia over in a glance that she doesn't seek to hide from any behind her fan. "I can see you're well versed as well. If you're ever without a dance partner at gala, I will have to come to your rescue."

Theo is overheard praising Patrizio.

A brow's arched, but Patrizio's expression betrays no other thought at the moment, when he's watching the back and forth over the fans, though a tease of a smile might be noticeable just behind that glass of his.

It really is quite pretty to watch both princesses on the sands. Theo looks almost enchanted as he watches his cousin and the kind lady princess. He can't keep his attention on Valencia and Renata as he attempts to follow them both as his glass gets lifted once again. Saying to Patrizio, "Are all Pravus women like this?" He knows Velenosa and would like to think he knows Pravus but he's not a hundred percent.

Theo has left the ringside great table.

3 House Velenosa Guards have been dismissed.

Renault have been dismissed.

Timothe have been dismissed.

Titania looks to Theo her brow raises at his question to Patrizio, her eyes watch the prince for a long moment then turns back to watch Renata and Valencia, a smile coming to her lips watching the back and forth, she is amused.

Valencia's eyes widen and her lips burst into a smile as Renata makes her move and with a flutter of skirts spins to attempt to land a touch to her side. "Ah, such sweet sting, your highness. I am reminded that beautiful thinks are often the most deadly," she teases playfully as she suddenly turns quickly to return the touch only to find Renata's fan has spoiled her playful plan to turn the tables.

Valencia grins and nearly giggles in delight. "Not as well versed as you, your highness. I fear you are far to fleet footed to be caught in my trap. I shall have to redouble my efforts," she grins and draws back to assess Renata's stance. "Though if it earns me a dance at a gala, I am already the winner of this match," she winks playfully.

"And were I to say yes?" Patrizio glances back to Theo, well aware that there are eyes upon him at the question, and he seems not inclined to be giving a good solid answer. "Remember that we are of the Lyceum, even if we have moved beyond our roots, yes?"

Aconite stands quietly, Alejandro ghosting to her side and slips away while others watch the match. The half bottle is left on the table.

Aconite has left the ringside great table.

A brow raised as Theo listens to Patrizio. His smile is small. Maybe he knew the archduke would answer in that way even if it was not solid. Giving a small nod to the man that he shares space with. "You will get no argument from me." Giving a bow of respect to the higher stationed one. A glance to Titania as he caught her look as well. He's been trained to always be aware of his surroundings.


*** Renata has called for an opposing check with Valencia. ***
Renata checks charm and etiquette at easy. Renata is successful.
Valencia checks charm and etiquette at easy. Valencia is successful.
*** The rolls are tied. ***


*** Valencia has called for an opposing check with Renata. ***
Valencia checks charm and etiquette at easy. Valencia is successful.
Renata checks charm and etiquette at easy. Renata is successful.
*** Renata is the winner. ***

The battle, as graceful and courtly as it may be, grows in polite intensity. Valencia's expression remains joyfully impresses and the ladies sweeps and turns in tandem with Renata. But it becomes clear that Renata's skill is far greater and it is not long before the little vixen forgets herself. What starts as sidestep and spin leaves her in a terrible position and open to the Princess of Pravusi' excellent aim.

Titania chuckles at Patrizio's response, she smiles at Theo when he looks to her. She leans in to whisper something to the Archduke then looks like she is about to get up to leave.

Titania has left the ringside great table.

Renata's steps follow in a courtly dance known to many used to when Bella or Adrienne would seek to have a party on quick note. Where sisters would gather skirts and fans and spin to give each other small playful slaps upon wrists or rears if able to get a rise and glare from their father. Spinning from her steps with a gleeful giggle as Valencia slips a quick pat of a spank to Valencia to quickly stop and step next to host and her friend with wave of her fan. "Did you loose your steps? I think someone stepped in with a third fan." She nods adamantly to Valencia with small grin. "We shall have to host a gala, as I would like a dance."

From where Patrizio is quaffing his wine, there's a chuckle and the shake of his head. "Said as if there's thought that there need be /reason/ for a gala," counters he and... a smile that finds him behind his glass. "I do think that a gala would be a wonderful idea."

Theo rises from his seat and applauds for both ladies, "That was wonderful! When the gala happens I shall have to ask for both to dance. I mean..." Looking to Patrizio, "After the archduke of course..." Is he giving the other small grief? Perhaps.

Valencia lets out a laugh and shakes her head as she feels the touch of Renata's fan. "I am undone!" she cries with dramatic surprise as she clutches her heart and covers her brow with the back of her hand and then laughs again.

@emit Again the crowds cheers as booth fighters reel with pleasantries and elegant maneuvers that echo more to a performance than a bloody battle. But winner soon becomes clear much to the crowd's delight. Again, the Hart's Sergeant of Arms makes his way to the sands. Waiting until a little calm comes, he holds up a hand again and calls out, "Good friends and gallant guests, attend and cheer for the winner of the match, Princess Renata of Pravus!" Without hesitation, the crowd roars again pleased to witness the princess' grace and notable talents!

"I would plead that it is because my skill is rusty, if only that were true," the little vixen grins bright and true. "Truly, your grace and poise remains untouched this evening, my darling princess. A battle very well won and deserved. I bow to you superior skills gladly," Valencia concedes with a graceful and deep curtsy to the winner. "And I should be honoured to dance, if it pleases," she agrees with a graceful incline of head before grinning agian with delight in Renata's win.

Patrizio applauds as the fight comes to an end, the rising up from his place for both Valencia and his cousin Renata, with a smile over towards Theo. "I think that they did far better than you and I would've achieved with such," admits he, even as he does glance towards his armour which has yet to be reapplied to himself when he's easing back into his seat. "I'm far more comfortable with the blade than other implements."

Theo grins at the archduke. "I'd ask for a rematch but I do believe I know where my talents lay. I should go for now. It has been a pleasure." A bow to Patrizio as he now kisses his hand and blows it towards both ladies as he makes his way out. Looking pleased about something or another.

Renata sighs softly as she curtsies to Valencia, "We will find a dance again. As you're able to match quite well if you call that rusty." She holds onto her fan for a moment longer to flick and flap it in wave for her to hide another blush behind before closing the fan to return to the house. "They are lovely fans. One should keep them near for any that might wish to speak in the future. As I can also feel Father's glare even now." She giggles softly in taking her glass of wine back and gazing to Theo for a moment. "Such as it is. That's wine and fan Prince Theo."

Valencia smiles to Theo and offers a little impish grin his way as she turns to nod to Renata. "I shall do so at your request, highness, and gladly," she replies cheerfully. "As to your father's eyes? I suspect it would be nothing but pride there. You have grown into a magnificent lady, though we are not stretching to our fullest flowering if we do not get some looks from our parents, yes?" she winks mischievously. ""Come, let us enjoy a drink and toast this night. We have seen such skills and raised a great deal of funds for charity. Many will be helped thanks to all here. If that is not a win the people of our Compact, I know not what is?" she grins again and invites Renata to step from the sands with a graceful wave of her hand.