Upon Noir summoning flame of some kind in this place i immediately rush forward from my position behind her, grab the arm of the hand that is holding flame, and yank it towards myself, twisting her around in the process, though how much depends on how much she resists the sudden tug.
"NOIR DRAGONFANG! CEASE THAT THIS INSTANT! NO. FIRE. HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR YOUNG LADY?!?"
Series of flavor actions that really matter, am indirectly guilt-tripping both groups
Who? What?
Noir blushes the black flame immediately disappearing as her eyes widen as her arm is jerked away evaporating before it has any chance of hitting Aylia
Turn off the dark magic
"O-Ow sorry! It's not actually fire I-I was just showing them it! B-But don't do that if it had hit you...You could have died.....very...easily..."
Noir's face takes on a concerned look looking her over to make sure aylia didn't actually get hurt.
What? where?
I check my commstone again
"The Eye is increasingly concerned, we should go."
to the Eye!
"I'm on my way with Noir."
To the Eye!
TO THE EYE
"Uh can i use my power for this?"
to the EYE!
"Ah, I see you are interested! Very good. This is a game that humans play when they are feeling particularly cheeky - it is called the joust! How it works is that two sides select their opponents' champions by whatever criteria they would like while selecting their own mounts. You may use another champion as a mount - failing that, a woodland animal may volunteer to carry your opponent to victory. Then you find sticks - big sticks, about your own height or taller, which need to provided by the champions themselves. You sit on top of your mounts and, with the sticks clutched to your chests, ride at each other, trying to knock the other one off their mount."
"To resolve a disagreement, let's say we do best out of five rounds. While the champions joust, their fellows are encouraged to sit in the sidelines and yell encouragingly! And also place bets on who will win and by how many jousts! It's fun for the whole family, and far less injurious than mass combat. So how about a few rounds of that? Humans think that if you win a game, the spirits favor your side of the argument and thus you're probably right, so it's useful for that as well."
Get a Beyond The Looking Glass-style joust of tiny people going. It's suitable entertainment for a wedding, right? If there's things that are unclear, explain them further.
The monkey creatures immediately begin climbing on top of each other wand practicing running around, throwing sticks and things all over the place, while the spiky fellows huddle together and discuss, and some go off to find sticks. they bring back some pretty sturdy, reliable looking things. And then a few of them race off, while you bounce about explaining the rules and directing the groups to make an arena suitable. You've engaged the entirety of both groups with this activity, and indeed, several onlookers as well. before long, this event blossoms into a full fledged, multiparty joust, with monkey people swinging from branches to knock people over, and spiky people riding in on giant spiders, and halflings riding Ostriches - pretty comically, considering the size difference, but the halflings are pretty nimble and hard to hit too, and are masters at whinging rocks at their opponents at just the right time. At one point you see monkey people teamed with spiky people to joust with a squad of boars, and dozens of pixies spraying glitter just everywhere, causing the beings within their cloud to get dizzy and loopy, stumbling around the arena drunkenly and falling over when they try to swing their weapons. Fights are still breaking out, but it isn't species verses species anymore, so that's a thing. Congratulations on making sense. I ahve no idea what is going on with the rest of the round.
Dar'yajira is somewhat nonplussed by the situation, but continues to stay hidden and watch. He's ready to defend Fiddler if the crowd of little fey has a mood swing.
The crowd is taking just dozens of mood swings, and has grown rather surprisingly quickly. Fiddler is having the time of his life, just bouncing around turning this into some kind of giant party. You bat away a few pixies spreading magic dust, and hiss at a few angry combatants, and nip at the heels of a few fools into watching where they are going and in general keep Fiddler from being punched, kicked, stepped on (I know Harry, I know he is fourfeet. i mean like, someone stepping on your foot), bitten or magicked.
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