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[IamanElfCollaborator]

"That seems very.....unnecessary. Should we not....instead figure out where our rooms and where.....we should be getting our equipment from?"

[Powder Miner]

"Well, I'm sure that there will be someone to tell us, and the castle is a big place, so I don't think we'd find them by wandering around. This sort of activity familiarizes us with each other anyway, no? Before we go on to the enchanters, I wouldn't mind a spar of my own if anyone would be willing."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"I......suppose so. I will still remain....outside the duels, if I may."

[DragonRage]

"I'll do it!" Magnus and Magda both shout at once.  They then stand silent just long enough for it to feel awkward, before Magnus sits back down and Magda, who is the one dressed as an enchanter, steps into the ring.  "I suppose we ought to demonstrate our talents to you all.  Some of them, anyway."

[Kansa]

Alice settled back down into her seat, waving a hand towards the pair.
"Sure. You go first."

[DragonRage]

In preparation for the battle to come, Magda conjures up an elegant, simply-designed rapier of translucent magical energy.  A wizard staff is fine for impressing rubes and ignorants, but both twins prefer a more civilized sort of weapon for a match they take seriously.  Plus, if the magics are your specialty, why not bring the magics?  In a fair manner of course.  You can't get the measure of a knight if you simply blast or befuddle them from a distance any more than a knight could get the measure of an enchanter by whacking them over the head before they  can get a spell off.

"En garde, sir knight!  Let us make this a good one."

[Powder Miner]

Antonio steps into the little space they've been using for their matches, but not before reaching into his pack, lightly tossing the thing he was retrieving into the air, before snatching it with a little flourish: a dagger, still kept undrawn in its inlaid sheath.
"Ah, well, I'm not quite a knight. Not nobility, you see. Still... en garde! Since we're not poking each other full of holes, obviously, I haven't got the slightest idea how this is going to go!"
And he entered a ready stance, still keeping his dagger undrawn -- perhaps simply intending to deal un overwhelming blunt force with the sheath and pommel -- it was a spar, after all.

[USEC_OFFICER]

[1] Magda is randomly selected to go first!

Magda uses her rapier to good effect with her opening attack. [3 4 4 5] = 9 damage!

Antonio catches his opponent off guard with his sudden attack. [2 6 6] = 12 damage!

Magda somehow manages to recover and return a strong blow herself. [3 3 4 6] = 10 damage!

Unfortunately Magda has a sense of Antonio's style now and so his next blow is only glancing. [2 3 3] = 6 damage!

Magda's riposte is devastating to the overextended merchant. [1 3 6 6] = 12 damage!


While these duels are going on, the other members of the Order begin to set out from the castle. Most set out in groups of four or five, though some braver or more foolhearty knights go alone or in groups of two. Who knows how many will fall to the monsters lurking in the fog, but surely it would be a better fate than starving in Castle Camlann. Queen Eirwen, as befitting her noble character, watches them depart and returns every single one of their salutes. When the initial surge has died down, she turns to Baron Rheinallt who is, as always, by her side.

"This cannot be the entire Order, can it?"

"Of course not, my Queen," he replies, acknowledging her words with a bow. "I believe that some are still in the castle, preparing for their journey. With such a perilous task before them they should do their all to be ready."

"Yes, but tardiness may reveal a weakness in their character. Go assemble a few men and see what is keeping the rest of the Order from setting out. I will not tolerate cowardliness in the White Branch."

"Of course, my Queen. At once."


The duellists and assembled onlookers would probably recognize Conor at sight, as he investigates what is going on.

"What's this? A little friendly competition, I hope? It would be a shame to throw you all in the stocks for fighting. Especially you, Antonio. Where will I get my wine if that happens?"

[OceanSoul]

Vincent had been looking on the fight, though his sight of it was somewhat impaired from his distant position. We had almost wanted to test his skills against the twins himself, but he would've preferred a test of technique and accuracy rather than a direct clashing of blades. He wanted to set up or find targets of some sort to aim weak magic projectiles at, but the time it would've taken to set up would've been awkward. When Conor brought up the fish of punishment, he rose up to approach the center of the area, and tell the man, whose position he was unsure of, "Sir? There was no anger, resentment being flung with their weapons...it was a bout of training. Honing each other's skills, getting to know the other better though the way they fought..neither of the three took any real damage..".

[Chevaleresse]

Arvaine looked at the newcomer with his typical expression, which is to say that he glowered with barely-concealed disgust at him. Though it seemed impossible, the expression actually deepened when the man spoke.

"Don't threaten me, even in 'jest.' I'm trying to make sure these people aren't going to get slaughtered as soon as we leave this place."

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Aye. And it is my duty to ensure that the castle is running smoothly. Which includes investigating any brawls or fights." Conor is not the least bit intimated by Arvaine but offers him a cheerful smile to dull the bite of his words. "But it looks like this is just a friendly match, so what is the problem? There's no need to be so defensive."

"Hmmm... Are you not a member of the Order yourself? I am surprised that you are still here. I would have thought that you would have left by now. If your comrades could survive the war against the Tyrant than they should be safe outside the castle, should they not?"

[kj1225]

"You do raise a fair point. Perhaps those of us not planning on further showing our skills should form teams if we find them necessary and head out?"

[S34N1C]

"I'm all for going out on patrol. What are the actual duties of the Order?"

[Powder Miner]

"Whew! Well, I'll give it to you, you are certainly a skilled fighter!"
Upon Conor's arrival, Antonio quickly peels himself off of the ground without using his hands, springing to his feet, and spinning his sheathed knife once before returning it to his belt.
"Ah, it's just a spar indeed, Conor, so don't you worry. We were merely getting to know each others' fighting styles -- for you see I've joined the order as well. I wouldn't want to leave you dry, though, so I'll let you in on something: that raised mattress I took such pains to bring along? Well, in the wooden box below it is what remains of my stock."
He puts a hand to his chin.
"Unfortunately, it would appear I am beginning to make a habit of tardiness, which really will not do. I've a team to propose: Magda, how about you come along since we've just sparred and we'll know each others' fighting styles better, and then Magnus too since you two sound like a package deal, you, I'm afraid I never caught your name, my apologies," but he's pointing to Arvaine here, "A competent paladin would do any team good, aaand miss Deidre, another enchanter most certainly could not hurt."
He sweeps up his pack and slings it over his back in a smooth motion, jogging towards the door to the barracks.
"Now, we're late enough as it is, so let us not dally! We ought to hhhhhello Baron Rheinallt."
In the middle of stepping through the doorway, Antonio suddenly executes a quick spin and step backwards -- in his energy to go, he's almost run straight into the Baron come to check on them, having avoided this solely through agility.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Deidre seems surprised at being picked by Antonio. She nods calmly, pulling her bag closer to her body, and smiles a little.

She had never seen the fog before nor fought through it, unlike others, but she had joined the Order to help others, and that was what they had set out to do.
".....Of course. I would be.....happy to assist you."