Summer Festival Campian - Tournament of Champions - We have a Champion!

Where now are the horse and rider? In here, probably.
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Eldrith's words to Pele made Arnyn frown. While Arnyn was inclined to say Eldrith was in the right to request they settle this after the tournament and outside of the arena, Arnyn wasn't sure how she felt about the threat Eldrith's words entailed. Did the former cook expect to seek revenge for bread thrown by locking steel with steel? Or was the only woman she had shown up to the tournament in skirts actually being witty - and in a way even gracious - and did she mean she would actually slice Pele's bread for her?

Arnyn's eyes flashed when the Rohir (Elvh) moved his blade toward her. It was aimed for her shoulder, and it came in fast - but Arnyn had never been bothered by tunnel vision in a fight. If so, she wouldn't have been standing here in the first place. Moving her sword up just right would take too long, but she had always been agile; and even as Elvh's sword came up and forward, one of Arnyn's feet slid back and the shoulder Elvh was aiming for moved back as well - so that Arnyn made a quarter turn with her whole body, removing the target from where it had been and facing Eldrith and Elvh from the side instead.

The question only remained... had she been quick enough to evade the Rohir's swift move?

She was surprised when she saw Elvh targeting Eldrith next. Arnyn's eyebrows went up just a little as she changed positions again, into a defensive stance, waiting for what would come at her next. The audience could have knocked her out with bread at that moment - Arnyn was so invested in Eldrith and Elvh's moves that the rest of the scene faded away entirely. There were only the three of them now: one man, two women, three wooden swords, one shield, one buckler, and many motions.

The dance. This time not of death, but still of downfall - albeit a different kind than when facing the Enemy. Arnyn channelled her earlier anger into the cold focus she knew worked best for her.

Eldrith's answers to Elvh's attack registered as cruel and uncalled for in Arnyn's now icy mind (attacking first the throat and then the back, even more specifically the kidneys?! in a tournament?!). However, the Gondorian gave herself no leeway to emotionally respond to Eldrith's lamentable decisions - not yet, not now. Her focus needed to be on the woman's next movements.

Eldrith's skirts hid part of her legwork, but they still betrayed enough for Arnyn to react.

Arnyn both used the wooden dagger in her left hand to force her opponent's sword off course if need be as well as moved back, to evade the thrust by simply stepping out of range as well as to regain the advantage and strength of her longsword over Eldrith's shorter weapon. Now out of Eldrith's range, but Eldrith still well in hers, Arnyn immediately thrust low, at Eldrith's lead leg. She leaned her weight into it for the duration of the thrust, but slid her forward foot back as soon as the attack played itself out - as not to forfeit her range advantage as quickly as she had regained it.

She feigned an attack at the shoulder of Eldrith's buckler arm next, giving every indication she would strike on that side, hoping Eldrith would react as anyone thus attacked would - by raising her guard up higher and favoring her buckler side. Yet Arnyn used her muscle control at the last second to change targets and directed her thrust around the buckler instead, thrusting at Eldrith's hip, sword side.

(Arnyn's intent is made reality: Attack Eldrith x2
Arnyn: 2 lives)
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Under the vocal assault of no less than three warrior women, Pele apologised and stepped out of the arena. Allacan nodded and, dropping the blade back into its sheath and herself walking to the edge of the open space, ceding the remaining competitors the space.

The interruption had slowed the pace momentarily, but it was enough for the warriors to feel the weariness of the event bearing down on them, although of the three
Allacan could see that Arnyn had been somewhat invigorated by her anger at Pele and was moving with surprising alacrity in that moment. Elvh had planted his feet once again, but the Campwisa caught his side-ways glance at Eldrith and wondered if it was indeed he who would be breaking that little alliance. Arnynwas taunting him, not an unwise tactic given that if the alliance held the Gondorian would struggle to hold off both Rohir. But Arnyn appeared fearlessly ready to face the skirt-wearing terror of the sands as the latter turned toward her, but before the two could close Elvh rushed forward suddenly, attempting to catch Arnyn off guard but only a touch to slow. His blade was deflected by her sword blade as she stepped back into a quarter turn that almost seemed to give an opening, but Allacan had suspicions it was a ploy to draw Eldrith in.

Eldrith, true to her form as demonstrated by her lethal attacks, closed in on Arnyn's side to outnumber the Gondorian and... was caught off guard. Both the other two competitors had readied for her getting within reach, and whirled to face her in a co-ordinated flurry of blows. Despite her best efforts Eldrith unable to recover. Her attempts to deflect Elvh's strike and make a counter-attack failed as her buckler was sent flying one way, then her viper strike at Arnyn was similarly deflected by the Gondorian's dagger, and a moment later Arnyn spotted her opening.

She stepped in, thrusting the blocking dagger to the hilt and it jarred against the pubmistress' wrist, sending her weapon spinning off and leaving the Gondor-turned-Rohir entirely defenceless, and
Arnyn immediately followed it with a low thrust that had Eldrith stumbling back to escape injury. Suspecting perhaps a hidden blade, or even something more devious, from this ruthless warrior, Arnyn did not hesitate, but instead sought for the chance to put Eldrith firmly out of the competition, but in a respectful manner that would not leave injury and with none of the lethal aggression her opponent had exhibited. Even as Elvh dropped back to guard himself from a surprise attack, Arnyn feigned a blow at Eldrith's shoulder, and the woman raised an arm defensively, leaving exactly the opening the Gondorian had hoped for. Arnyn's perfectly calculated strike dropped at the last second to catch Eldrith on the hip and skilfully knock her down onto her bottom in a flurry of skirts. A a few swift, lethal moments the pubmistress-turned-skirt-wench found herself going from untouched to empty handed with both Arnyn and Elvh's weapons to either side of her head, waiting for her to yield.


SUDDEN DEATH; ROUND TWO RESULTS


@Elvheimdros
They attacked Arnyn once and Eldrith once
Attacks on them: 1 = Eldrith x1
- Eldrith rolled 1 against Elvh's passive Defence of 2 - Eldrith's attack misses
1 life remaining

@Eldrith
They attacked Arnyn once and Elvh once
Attacks on them: 3 = Arnyn x2, Elvh x1
- Arnyn rolled 5 against Eldrith's passive Defence of 2 - Arnyn's first attack hits
- Arnyn rolled 6 against Eldrith's passive Defence of 2 - Arnyn's second attack hits
- Elvh rolled 4 against Eldrith's passive Defence of 2 - Elvh's attack hits
0 lives remaining - ELDRITH IS ELIMINATED BUT SUSTAINS NO INJURY

@Arnyn
They attacked Eldrith twice
Attacks on them: 2 = Eldrith x1, Elvh x1
- Elvh rolled 3 against Arnyn's passive Defence of 4 (bonus defence) - Elvh's attack misses
- Eldrith rolled 3 against Arnyn's passive Defence of 2 - Eldrith's attack hits
1 life remaining


SUDDEN DEATH; THE FINAL(?) FACE OFF

Arnyn -v- Elvheimdros

Only one life remaining each.

Only one attack each.

Both only have a passive Defence of 1, therefore any dice roll of 2 or above will hit.


SPECTATORS

It is highly likely this could be decided by Sudden Death spectator nomination so GET VOTING!

This means that @Bereth, @Amadhrill, @Turin Ringhûn, @Gwai, @Eldrith, @KingODuckingham, @Dwarrow Elf @Glitterati_Goblin, @Lailorn, @Eléowyn, @Moriel, @Ta'leus Shieldsong and @Thalionwen Hunigfolm; YOUR NOMINATION could decide the winner.

In the event of a tie on attacks (i.e. both remaining competitors lose their last life simultaneously in the same round) the winner will be determined by the competitor with the most outstanding spectator nominations during the sudden death rounds. Spectators can only support one competitor to win during sudden death at a time, so it is easier for the GM to keep track, but should the competitor you had already nominated be eliminated, then you are free to nominate someone new.

In the unlikely event of a tie on attacks AND nominations, a 2-sided dice roll will determine the winner.


Spectator Nominations (votes for a win in the event of a tie on attacks):-


Elvh was nominated by @Veowyn and @Elarith = Elvh has 2 outstanding nomination
Arnyn was nominated by @Pele Alarion and @Karis Ziranphel = Arnyn has 2 outstanding nomination


Competitors feel free to role-play your interaction and attacks. THIS ROUND will close midnight PST on Wednesday 22nd July (which is 3am on Thursday 23rd July EST, or 8am on Thursday 23rd July for BST). This round will NOT close early, to give every spectator possible a chance to nominate their favoured competitor.

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Turin, spectating

In the cheering, Turin thought he heard some voices he recognized, but he wasn’t sure. He overheard some in the audience talk about someone who had entered the arena after he’d been eliminated to berate some of the competitors. “Who would be silly enough to do that” he thought to himself. He eagerly waited for the next round to begin. There was no way he’d cheer for anyone at this point but Arnyn.

Turin watched his friend and mentor face the two Rohir warriors. He could tell the swelling in his face was starting to limit how wide he could have his eyes open. But he wanted to take in all he could. He could already hear Arnyn tease him on how much he needed to train. To which, he could only nod in agreement. The way of the warrior needed to have training as a constant to be ready for anything, or so he believed. He’d slacked off in the last few years. And it showed.

And Arnyn survived. Not only that, but she managed to eliminated the one who had broken his nose. “YEAH!!!” he shouted as he stood and clapped. Yes, he was biased, but he did not care in the slightest. “Show her who’s the boss.” It was now down to Arnyn and the one who he’d fought two rounds against.

“Come on Arnyn! You can do it. Win this for Gondor!!” he shouted again.

Nominate Arnyn
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It happened, not unexpected, but swift. Arnyn's call out seems to have done the trick. It seemed. Who will you stand with honorable Warrior? And Elvh's answer had been clear in the attack. Debt paid of course. But no more.
The blows hit, and they hit hard. She tried to rebalance.. but it was too late. The collaboration of Cavalry and Rangers brought her to the ground in a quick, efficient one.. two.. three.

"And thus it shall always be." A voice in her mind from long ago. A voice from Gondor. A voice from the mists and the cold.

Her lips curved in a smile as both weapons were so near her head. The yield came easy in a raised hand from which the waster had fallen. She turned, first to Arnyn, eyes meeting eyes and a single nod of acknowledgement. And then to Elvh, calm still, brown eyes meeting his gaze and holding just a fraction longer before her head went down one more time. Then she moved to leave the sand. It was.. time.

For a moment she hesitated at the border of that barrier between the sand and the audience, while she carefully and efficiently undid the leather tongs of the buckler she had strapped on, glancing about. If this had been a true melee.. how many has fallen by her hand? Their images swiftly swam through her head until she looked up again, facing spectators.. people.. some she knew. Too many she knew. And without a further word, she slipped further, seeking her way towards an exit.
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A Witness (???), otherwise known as Balcheth

Since the time that foolish dwarf, whom Balcheth silently rooted against, had left the field, Balcheth remained and continued to watch. She shook her head in disapproval during much of the proceeding chaos. In her day, these paltry wounds the competitors had were not enough to stop their participation in the mock-training battles. Perhaps with exception of the concussions and such, but even then she could not help but shake her head at the weakness of many of these warriors.

Truth be told, there were some instances where she sat rapt in attention, her eyes focusing on various martial prowess and deeds. The one named Arnyn she had heard much of, as Balcheth had frequented Minas Tirith, kept her ears at attention on the streets. Arnyn's technique was something that Balcheth kept her eyes on, yet the latter could tell that the former was not someone to take lightly at all. She better win, because Balcheth did not like to be proved wrong in estimations of martial might.

If Balcheth had a say, she would nominate Arnyn

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Arnyn had performed admirably. In fact, Ta'leus had to admit she was doing markedly better than he thought she would. Not that she was a poor warrior, truthfully she was exceptional, but fighting against soldiers of the Mark in their own lands was different than she was used to. But thankfully, it also meant that she was not what they were used to. While it had been a Rohirrim who eliminated the one known as Eldrith, it was clear to Ta'leus and to the crowd that Arnyn had done all the work to weaken her. "I can't believe it, one more swing and she would have had her! Blast that man, whoever he is," he thought to himself. It was just the two of them now, and if he were being honest with himself, Ta'leus thought things could go either way. But he believed in his friend, and shouted out his cheers of encouragement to her.

Nommy-nom-nom-ination for Arnyn!

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Eldrith had collected her weapon and returned it, removed the broken buckles of the buckler and then moved swiftly for the exit without looking back. Allacan glanced over a shoulder and could see at least one member of the crowd rise as though to follow her, their face a picture of enquiry. Looking back at Eldrith, she realised that she was also glancing between the crowd and the main entrance alongside the spectators’ stand and was clearly eager to be gone from this place before anyone could catch her and ask her the question on so many minds, something along the lines of ‘What in Bema’s name was that?!’

“Not so fast!” Allacan commanded authoritively, and Eldrith hesitated a moment. Allacan stepped between her and the exit, also between her and the crowd, careful to keep her right hand far away from the sheathed blade in her left so as to not appear threatening in any manner. She spoke softly so that no-one else would hear over the baying of the crowd, even turning her head in such a manner that only Eldrith and perhaps a few of those in the healer’s corner could lip-read while expertly over-enunciating each syllable so that Eldrith would still easily distinguish her words over the cacophony of noise.

“I will show you the back way out of here so you can slink out away from prying eyes and awkward questions, in exchange a few words when this...” she gestures towards Elvh and Arnyn “... is done.” Then she recalls the ferocity and cold, almost clinical manner in which the pubmistress had injured a number of the contestants, and added a more polite and respectful “If I may?” She held her hand out to Eldrith, making it appear to the crowd that she had intercepted purely to thank and congratulate the contestant who had finished in third place, while also cunningly giving Eldrith little opportunity but to agree to Allacan’s deal.

Running tally of Spectator Nominations (votes for a win in the event of a tie on attacks):-

Elvh was nominated by Veowyn and Elarith = Elvh has 2 outstanding nomination

Arnyn was nominated by Pele, Karis, Turin, Ta'leus and Balcheth (Dwarrow Elf) = Arnyn has 5 outstanding nomination

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Elvh tried not to grimace as Arnyn danced aside from his stroke, but it looked like he'd done the job anyway, distracting Arnyn just a fraction of a second as Eldrith came in to attack herself. But then he got a surprise, as Eldrith shifted to strike at him first! But Eldrith played a long attack - a feint he supposed he could only take as a compliment - and he was poised already, sword falling down toward her shoulder almost on its own, and then Arnyn hit her as well - Eldrith did get her blow in this time, but Arnyn's blows were true as well and Eldrith was forced to bow out. Not exactly the plan Elvh had in mind, but he'd survived somehow - and now the melee was down to a duel.

Elvh stepped back from Eldrith, out of Arnyn's range for a few heartbeats. He undid a buckle and let his shield fall to the ground, replacing it with the sparring dagger he'd tucked into his belt on entry into the halls. Now his gear matched Arnyn's close enough - if he had a little extra armor to cushion blows, he had a little extra armor to weigh him down too - and further changes would take more than a couple seconds.

He threw a series of salutes - to Eldrith, who'd finally gotten the short end of the stick; to the campwisa Allacan; to Arnyn, his remaining opponent - and drifted in again towards the Gondorian. He'd try not to get forced back and trip over his own shield - that would be embarassing - and if he was really lucky, one of the Campian's sergeants might have felt useful and picked it up.

Attack Arnyn x1 - eventually

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OOC: I'm planning on 2 posts this round, want to let Arnyn get set up too.
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Amadhrill - spectator's stand

Her hands clasped hard as she watched @Eldrith ready herself for what would be her last attacks of the tournament. Yet, there was a nagging feeling, a wrinkle in the forehead, and a lack of feeling in her face, the look of one who did not want to show her feelings or the confusion she felt. The pubmistress she thought she knew so well, when Eldrith had said she had entered the campian, Ama had nearly laughed in disbelief. And she had been worried, sure that her friend would be out within the first round, sure that the quiet, soft spoken woman had never touch anything closer to a weapon than the butcher's knife and the tools of a kitchen or a farm. She had been wanting to drag her aside, show her what little could be thought away in the short time, but there had been no moment to do it, to add her advice.

Her head was swimming with questions and emotions. She felt embarressed for having assumed that Eldrith could not wield a weapon, and dissapointed that she had never been deemed worthy, in Eldrith's eyes, of beeing in the know of this part of the story. The dissapointment she felt was extra sore as she had spent so much of the time in the cavalry while also serving as a pubmistress. And never had she said a word, always she had been the one to stay behind, tend to those who returned, always quiet and shunning away from the weapons and the cavalry.

And then it was the ruthlessness, the cold calculations that lay in Eldriths every movement on the sand. She was moving and acting as in a real battle, not campian, attacking those already down, ganging up on her victim, taking down the weakest untill only three remained.

For a moment it was unclear what would happen, who would attack who. Then Arnyn spoke, words that could be understood both as a challenge and an insult, and the momentary lull was broken as all attacked each other. And just like that both Arnyn and Elvh attacked Eldrith, and Eldrith both. The attack on Elvh was... she went for the kidneys, a stab in the back... a smart move on the battlefield, but in a campian... no so honorable, but still effective.

However, if it was the words or the fight that had taken their toll, whatever it was suddenly Eldrith was on her bottom and yielded. And Ama felt, relieved in a way, the confusion, the want to support her friend and the want to support the more honorable behaviour of the former cavalry marshal. Now Eldrith was out, fair and square.

She applauded with the rest of the spectators, then tried to seek Eldrith out. There was a quick conversation between the pubmistress and the campwisa. Ama stretched her neck, feeling her shortness once again, crying out towards Eldrith. "Come and join us!"

Then she bent down to the kids, "See the man, that is Elvh, he served in the cavalry with me, and lady Bereth too, if I am correct. Do you want to cheer for him or the Gondorian?"

Amadhrill nominates Elvh
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*She had assessed the quickest way out, one that would.. hopefully, manage to get her through the crowd with just a few mumbles and reach the exit to then find air, find HERSELF again. She had been about to set on the path, hoping on both speed and other people's bafflement to see her through when the words sounded behind her. "Not so fast".

She knew, somehow she KNEW those words were for her and it made her hesitate JUST long enough for Allacan to catch up with her and step between her and her swift, but carefully, strategised disappearance from the campian. There was steel at the Campwisa's side, sure. But it was the steel in her voice, while her face remained carefully friendly and the way her body was strategically placed that conveyed a very simple message: Allacan could make her retreat from this arena a whole lot more difficult.
Her eyes glimpsed away. First to the crowds. Then to the two still with the arena. A few words after this is done. Most likely not words she'd like to hear or questions she would like to answer but in simple truth.. she did not have much of a choice. Not unless she would try to take her off guard, which would probably have to involve.. For the time of one heartbeat the warm brown eyes sharpened, and you could practically see calculations made.

Then the face softened in a practiced and easy warm smile. Her hand out to lay in yours. The grip firm but not a sign of force. It didn't tremble. And all the crowds would see was the easy and respectful exchange.

I guess since I am a spectator now.. I can nominate someone? *she would stay.. away from the public as much as she could, away enough from you to not hinder any movements if you needed to intervene and far enough away from those about to deal final blows. Arnyn.. had called for the betrayal. And ELvh.. had executed it. Choices.*


((OOC: @Amadhrill cross posted. LOL I would have reacted if I heard.))
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Arnyn's gambit to evade Elvh's attack had paid off, but the Rohir's next attack - on Eldrith - proved true. The skirted warrior's buckler was sent flying, and Arnyn was pleased to see Eldrith's cruel attacks at the blonde haired man were foiled.

Leaving Eldrith disarmed while dealing two strikes against her - after Elvh's delivery of the first hit - felt almost like a liberation. Even with Eldrith having succeeded in landing one hit of her own on Arnyn, justice had been served: a reward in and by itself. Arnyn truly would have thought it a pity if Eldrith's decisions and behavior would have resulted in her becoming the tournament champion, even if it was a free-for-all.

When Eldrith's eyes met hers and the woman gave Arnyn a single nod of acknowledgment, the Ranger did not yet lower her guard. She nodded minutely in return, but watched carefully until Eldrith got to her feet and made to leave the sands.

Elvh (although Arnyn did not know the man's name) meanwhile, had fought skillfully and with honor. And now the scarred man abandoned his shield in exchange for a dagger - and the two of them were armed in a similar fashion. Arnyn couldn't help herself; a faint smile mastered her face. She would not mind losing to this man, she realized.

When he saluted Eldrith, the Campwisa and finally her as his fellow finalist, Arnyn's dark brown eyes locked momentarily with his blue-grey ones, and she raised her sword-wielding right hand to her heart in the Ranger salute. It wasn't properly done, of course; when performed right, she would not be holding a weapon, and it would have been a fist to the heart - but at the very least her fellow Rangers in the audience would see it for the sign of respect and acknowledgment of skill it was meant to be. It was rarely given to outsiders.

She spent no words in that moment, for her gesture had said more than she could otherwise, and now was not the time to speak. Elvh was moving toward her, but first she stepped back enough for them to be well clear of his abandoned shield. The sands allowed them space enough, Arnyn did not want the dropped shield to be interfere with their footwork, and there was no rush between them.

When Elvh moved one foot, so did Arnyn, and they mirrored each other for a moment, trying to spot tells and possible openings, familiarizing themselves with each other's composure and style as they circled.

Attack Elvheimdros x1 - eventually

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Elvh saw Arnyn glance at his dropped shield and back off a few paces. He nodded briefly to show his appreciation, but then moved forward again. Truth be told he was happier in the chaos of the melee - or even a real battlefield - and he could feel a new nervousness running through him. It was all going to come down to the first passage at arms, and the problem was finding just the right time to attack.

Arnyn seemed to be waiting, inviting the attack; he guessed that meant she was probably drilled better with these weapons than he was, but there wasn't anything to do about that now. Step-and-step-and-shuffle-and-step in a mirror while they kept weapons in line and watched body and eyes and NOW with a kickstep to bring him in right before he swung his sword down hard, not attacking Arnyn directly at first, but to beat her sword off guard. He felt the first touch and it was all or nothing, as he swept the dagger out to where the other blade should be, if this worked, to keep the Gondorian's sword trapped even for a second more while the real attack was the backswing across her torso, sinking further into his lunge to avoid if possible the most likely reprisal of a straight-in jab from the dagger he'd completely ignored in her other hand. And that was assuming this worked: any of a dozen things could go wrong and he'd be feeling the thwack of wood against his own body instead.

Attack Arnyn x1

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There was a calm to the duel for Arnyn. She felt incredibly alive, and even though she was in her opponent's home court, somehow she was in the right place. Years of cross-training and sparring other Rangers one-on-one came rushing back like it had only been a few weeks ago instead of a few years. She waited - an endless well of patience, for the Rohir to make his move first. It was both a gamble and a calculated move, for whoever took the initiative might be the first to succeed in landing a hit as well as be the first to leave an opening.

Elvh came forward suddenly, the tip of his wooden sword moving down to Arnyn's right. No, not to her right - the realization came instantly as her feet wanted to respond to her opponent's. They had wanted to step back, but Arnyn recognized the man's distancing was off: he was aiming at her weapon, not her. Even as a smile started forming on her face, Arnyn reacted.

This was a duel, a tournament - not a deadly melee in the midst of many other enemies.

If her opponent executed his move well.... Holding onto her sword might well be a bigger gamble than letting go.

Her feet did not move back. Elvh's sword beat her own sword aside and his dagger moved to keep it in a bind. Arnyn's right hand let go of her sword handle - abandoning it as if it were nothing - and grabbed for his right forearm while she stepped in closer and forcefully attempted to push his right arm away from her. Her wooden sword fell onto the sands. She would perhaps be aided by him further sinking into his lunge as she pushed, maybe catching him off guard and even turning his torso around slightly. If she succeeded, this meant both his sword and dagger were far off to her right (his left), in no position to come back for her - definitely not when she was this close. And her proximity would give her the perfect opportunity to try and strike his torso on the right side with her wooden dagger.

Attack Elvheimdros x1

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Bereth - Spectating

So much happened so quickly. She’d blinked and missed the tossed bread, but there was no missing the heart jarring steel in the words of the campwisa towards the offender. Yet more jarring still were the ones that followed ... from Eldrith!

Silently, fully focused on her friend, fully perplexed, Ber had to wonder. It didn’t seem as if she were battling FOR something, but AGAINST. But what?
Or whom?

Ber brooded at the yielding, she’d become convinced in a brief span of time that Eldrith dominated the sand that she would see it to the end. Not completely with honor, sadly. And then, not at all. Still, she had so hoped.

But then whom to cheer on. If Elvheimdros hadn’t been Rohir, the choice would have been extremely difficult for her. Her respect for Arnyn had swelled with each round. But her loyalties to Rohan won out.

Nodding at Ama’s comment to her children, a bit distracted as she had so very much hoped to follow Eldrith out to speak with her, but that had apparently been thwarted smartly, “Aye, I believe Elvh actually trained with me, but he has blossomed far beyond anything I could teach!”

Ber nominates Elvh!

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Allacan could see that the final two competitors were taking their time, assessing their opponents. She glanced at the crowd and could see that all eyes were fixated on the final two fighters. This might be her only chance to share a few words with Eldrith before the crowds swarmed over them. She took up one of the water skins from the side tables and, gaze focussed on the circling pair on the sands, stepped up to Eldrith’s side to pass her the drink companionably.

She spoke low enough that only the once-pub-mistress would hear, eyes following the dance of the two finalists as though it was them that she commented on.
“Behind the healer’s corner is an open doorway. Through there you will find a heavy barred door; it is unlocked and leads into the alleyway beside the old Aethelmund cavalry pub, and from there you can cut down past the Dragon Room and out across the Cavalry Courtyard.”

She clapped with the crowd as Elvh made a rush at Arnyn, but her words were for Eldrith alone. “You and I both know the Marshals will get wind of this, but I can report it before anyone else does. I of all people understand the need for secrets.” she turned her face toward Eldrith and smiled, certain that as the tournament reached the apex of its conclusion no-one else would be able to hear her words or see her face to read her her lips. No-one but EldrithI’m an assassin of Mordor. Have been for over ten years.She spoke so casually and without any hint of irony that it gave an air of sincerity to her voice that could not be mistaken. Her gaze was calm, almost companionable.

Allacan turned back to the field as the final blows went in, and calmly asked the woman standing beside her.
“So Eldrith, how do you want me to report your performance today to the cavalry Marshals? You pick the words, and I’ll pass them on dutifully.”

Running tally of Spectator Nominations (votes for a win in the event of a tie on attacks):-

Elvh was nominated by Veowyn, Elarith, Amadhrill and Bereth = Elvh has 4 outstanding nomination

Arnyn was nominated by Pele, Karis, Turin, Ta'leus and Balcheth (Dwarrow Elf) = Arnyn has 5 outstanding nomination

There are less than 8 hours remaining for final spectator nominations
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Nymlac, spectating and failing at being bribed

Well he'd made an utter fool of himself, but luckily the Campwisa had other matters to deal with and did not seem to care about his blatantly yelling for bribes. He chuckled as the loaf of bread hit Eldrith, but as it seemed no one was taking him up on his offer (clearly they were not all that invested in rooting for their champion) he lumbered down from the seat he had climbed on.

And his eyes landed on a half-drunk mug of ale left (presumably) abandoned by another spectator. While he lurched down to retrieve the forlorn ale, he missed some of the fighting. There were now just two left: Arnyn and Elvh.

Nymlac found he didn't much care who won.That was the whole reason for asking for bribes. Well, that and the added coin of course. He slumped in his chair as he watched them, trying to come to some decision. They'd put on a good show and that was all he could ask for.

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A whisper ran the length of a far-back bench, which bordered the audience stands. There sat a crowd of individuals; whom had been largely overlooked for the entire exhibition until they had arrived only a moment ago. Still all bowed their heads and debated for a good while yet longer quite which of the two remaining combatants they ought lend their support to. Impossible as it surely was to choose between two warriors of such astounding talent. Clearly, since the war was won, the traditional allies had taken to knocking blocks out of each other for something to do.

National pride won out, where prowess was upon a par, still this was not an easy understanding. Elvheimdros and Arnyn were as blonde as one another, and neither one garbed in the infamous black and white of Gondor. They might each be of Rohan’s Riders, or of the Ithilien Rangers. In the end, only one of their two names was easy to force into a nonsensical rhyme. And so their designated champion was elected.

The standard stamp and clap heralded the abrupt eruption of a corny cheer.
Ar – Nyn ! To win ! Ar-Nyn ! To win !

The Denethor Defenders were little known outside of Minas Tirith, where they kept themselves in coin by performing unlooked for recitals and educational puppet shows, both to right the wrongs done by one Peet Erjaxon by his decimation of the former Steward’s dignified reputation. It has to be said that there was not much coin to be gained from either of these pastimes, and so their allegiance was easily bought, and not frequently sought. There were occasions though, when their talents (or enthusiasm anyway) might ignite a hint of the excitement that more than one person could shake a lonely pom pom at. And they had forgotten to bring the pom poms. In light of this, for there seemed no other plausible excuse, they decided to add to their sparkling repertoire.

Seven stars shine ever bright
Seven stones stand full of might.
Just one tree stands tall and proud
Shout her name out ! Shout it loud !


Ar – Nyn ! To win ! Ar-Nyn ! To win !

By rights they shouldn’t even be there. One did not simply walk into a neighbour’s back yard and stamp standing ovations from their seats. It was just plain rude. Alas that a group of equally enthusiast re-enactors had fallen out as to whether beacons had been lit, or if the red arrow had been sent, to save the day in the grand lore or things. In all of the mayhem that followed in myth busting for the truth, bookists were set against filmists, and both distinguished customs were carried out with much urgency at once, and the outcome was a confused but emergency response. Of a sort. The army was relaxing, and this hapless group was the only force not in demand enough elsewhere (anywhere !) to be too busy to attend.

The Denethor Defenders had laid down their puppets, and made with all haste to carry out quite what they knew not until they had arrived. And then debated about it some more, just to be sure until they had come to their decision. To revert to form, and perform. Sure the whole thing could be chalked up to a grand misunderstanding. But although they were by now, all standing, in the stands where they’d been sitting, any present would be hard pressed to miss the point they projected. Louder than ever in fact.

Rohan’s best are hard to beat
To fall now is no defeat.
Still the queen of blades reigns proud
Shout her name out ! Shout it loud !


Ar – Nyn ! To win ! Ar-Nyn ! To win !



The Denethor Defenders would like to add a nomination for Arnyn please.
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*For a moment, Eldrith looked away from Allacan, first towards the field following her own gaze then towards the spectators. She listened to the words describing her way out, and once his eyes were fixed on the combatents, her hand went to her side in a lightning swift gesture ... only to disappear within the slips of the tunic to the pocket carried underneath to fish out a coin and toss it to Nymlac. Her voice rose, and there was the smallest of smiles on her face.

I nominate Elvh. *And then to the older man sunk in the chair who may or may not have caught the coin, she added somewhat more friendly* Choose your champion at will and with my blessing....

*The movements, ehr hand, her arms.. all swift, like a magician or no.. a cut purse. The motivation behind nebulous. She'd nominated Elvh, yes... her fellow rohir, despite everything but then given the power to bring back that stalemate OR advance Arnyn in the hands of Nymlac of all people. Only then did her eyes return to Allacan. And when they did, the campwise turned too even as her hands clapped as Elvh rushed forwards, just the slightest of turns, though this time she knew she alone would be able to hear. Then those words hit. Her own eyes widened, and for one moment, for the first time you could see that calm waver, her eyes widen. That.. was unexpected. She would need to ask.. later. Was it known. Was it allowed. Did anyone else.. know. One thing however she knew for certain.. one like you, had recognized what happened out there for exactly what it was. And it did not belong in the Campian. It didn't even belong in the cavalry. For a moment she was transfixed. Brought back to a moment on Gondor's training grounds with Mathen Norse appearing from the shadows: "I see you. And I want answers." Answers that had led... A particular loud chant from the crowd brought her back to to the arena.

Perhaps.. you could recommend the Marshall's.. not to allow me within ten feet of a sword if isn't to polish it.. and that I better stick to cooking.. Tell them.. *she murmured, and nodded towards the two in the arena, a heartbeat way from the final blow* That an honorable warrior won the tournament. As it should be. *And this time it were Arnyn's words running through her mind, words that had cut a lot deeper than the bruising the swords had left. The.. explanation.. was hopeful perhaps. Not exactly a lie. She didn't want to lie. She just.. had never shared the truth. This was not a case of the truth setting you free. Not even to Bereth who'd found her bleeding on her doorstep one morning had she given an explanation, and at the time, she had not.. asked.*

I should go. Sometimes.. strange things just happen.. on the field. Besides.. no one attacks a woman with a skirt who brings them their ale... *She could hear herself rambling and that was never a good sign. Any moment now the final contest would be over. She couldn't afford to stay. Too many questions. Time.. would make it into a weird thing, overshadowed by the champion now crowned any moment. And with that she fervent hope, she hastened to the exit, only looking back one moment into the stands where Bereth stood, and Amadrhill and her husband and children. Everything that was noble in Rohan, and everything that was good. For one moment she raised her hand... hoping.. for a return. Then she slipped away.*
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Final Spectator Nominations (votes for a win in the event of a tie on attacks):-

Elvh was nominated by Veowyn, Elarith, Amadhrill, Bereth and Eldrith = Elvh had 5 outstanding nomination

Arnyn was nominated by Pele, Karis, Turin, Ta'leus, Balcheth (Dwarrow Elf) and the Denethor Defenders (Ercassie) = Arnyn had 6 outstanding nomination




Elvh had abandoned his shield in preference for speed, and it seemed to be paying off well as he rushed forwards as though refreshed, breaking the slow, wary pacing of the warriors who had been circling each other like wolves. Elvh's sword came down hard toward her sword to jar her primary arm and engage the weapon as he simultaneously swept his danger in a back-swing across her torso in an attempt to finish things swiftly in a masterfully executed manoeuvre. But Arnyn's skilled warrior eyes recognised the ploy, realised the sword-stroke was a feint to distract her from the offhand blow. With the faintest glimmer of a smile playing across her face she attempted to surprise Elvh by ceding the weapon entirely, and where his sword-arm had expected to find resistance their was none, for just a moment. Then Arnyn caught his forearm in her grip even as the wooden sword landed heavily against the ground, and she attempted to twist him and perhaps... at least to Allacan's eyes, knock him prone. Except the Gondorian did not add the tripping foot to the twisting grapple; perhaps unwilling to make herself open to him or destabilise her own footing. As had become clear, being unseated sufficiently that you cannot rise straight away had proven sufficient to eliminate others. But Arnyn opted for defensive only; it was a risk, for even while tired Elvh was strong and resisted the grip of Arnyn, and if she did not successfully divert his blade...

Elvh rolled 1 against Arnyn's passive Defence of 1 (bonus defence) - Elvh's attack misses

Allacan watched as though in slow motion the tip of Elvh's dagger as it glided across before Arnyn torso, the tiniest gap between clothing and wooden blade, and shook her head slowly to the assistant referees on hand waiting to declare a hit. A second later and Arnyn followed up with her counter-strike, bringing her own dagger round to swing a blow at the right side of Elvh's torso. Elvh re-positioned his feet and tried to bend his body away, valiantly attempting to block the strike by bringing his own dagger around behind him. Had he been fresher and less weary from the melee, his blade would undoubtedly have come around swifter and with more resistance behind it, but sadly the earlier bouts of holding off multiple attackers by tooth and nail throughout the whole event had taken their toll, and Arnyn was fresher from having been largely ignored in the early competition, only assaulted once in the time it took for all but four of the field to be eliminated. So it was that even as Elvh's dagger interceded her blow, she forced it on, lifting it slightly to curve between the crook of Elvh's arm and dagger and catching him solidly across his lower ribs.

Arnyn rolled 3 against Elvh's passive Defence of 1 - Arnyn's attack hits

“Strike!” the Campwisa declared loudly even as “Strike on Elvheimdros! He is eliminated; we have our victor!” She stroke into the field as the warriors respectfully backed away from each other, Elvh likely now sporting another bruise underneath that chain-mail, and took up each of their hands in hers. "A cheer please for our runner-up, @Elvheimdros , who fought valiantly and honourably this day" [color] she declared loudly to the crowd, holding his arm up in the air to allow the noble Rohir the uproarious acclamation that was his due. Then she let go of Elvh's arm and turned slightly towards the woman beside her. She lifted her hand in the air and in a voice that carried throughout the arena, declared
"I present your winner, and the Champion of Campian, @Arnyn!"
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Elvh felt the familiar jar as the blades connected, but then the pressure was gone, and even as preparation a reflex pulled his swordarm back across towards the intended target, he heard the quiet clunk as Arnyn's sword hit the ground and - disarmed? not likely - intentional ?! - and his arm was grabbed and held. Already all-but down, he felt himself yanked off balance and caught himself on his left arm instinctively - even as the Gondorian's dagger struck home and he realized he'd have been better just rolling with the weight-shift. Out-tricked! had to respect that.

Elvh went still suddenly, and felt Arnyn do the same as they saw Allacan hurrying over to declare the victor, helping them both up. Some days you won, and some days it was somebody else's turn. Securing the borrowed training sword under his elbow, he applauded with the rest of the hall, and then as the noise died away and spectators began to file out turned to Arnyn. "A fine fight and well-earned. Allow me to add my congratulations," and offered his hand.

Then it was away across the ring himself, collecting his shield, returning the borrowed weapons and retrieving his own knife - then back to his lodgings, and maybe he'd heard something about a party?
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When her dagger hit her opponent and he stopped moving, so did she. "Strike!" called out the clear voice of the Campian Commander.

Arnyn nodded at Elvh as she took a step back. When Allacan called for a cheer for the man she'd fought the finale against, and she now knew to be called Elvheimdros, Arnyn smiled. "Well fought!" she called out as she clapped, joining her words with the cheers from the people in the stands.

Once the noise died down and the Campwisa raised Arnyn's arm to declare her Champion, the Ranger swallowed back her self-consciousness and relied on her training not to let it show, accepting the applause with straightened back and shoulders as well as a seemingly calm expression. Of course she was glad of the win, and honoured to have stood against a man like Elvheimdros in the end, but as far as Arnyn was concerned, they could do without the formalities.

"Thank you," she politely said to Allacan, "For organizing such an excellent tournament."
When Elvh spoke to her, Arnyn fixed her gaze on his features. She accepted the hand he offered by taking his arm into a warrior's clasp, assuming he would not protest despite them being strangers. "Likewise," she said. "You fought well. I wonder what would have happened if you hadn't been as barraged earlier on in the melee, sir," she replied. "But I thank you for your words, nonetheless."

As Elvh walked away, Arnyn immediately scanned the spectators. She needed to find a few people. When she spotted the first face, she hurried on over to him. She carefully took Turin's chin between her thumb and index finger and turned his face around from one side to the othehr, examining his injury. "Well. It looks worse than it is." She let go of his chin and gave Turin a long look. "A warrior's work is never done, and neither is yours... but you did well, sword brother." Arnyn smiled. "You acted with valour and honour. More than I can say of some."

Her eyes found Pele then. "What happened earlier? I expect more from you!" She wasn't talking as anyone who held rank, for she did no longer - but she didn't need rank to be disappointed. "This isn't fun at the barracks, Pele, nor a game at some pub." Arnyn fell silent, and her glower muted somewhat after a couple of long breaths. "The only way I can see to redeem your untoward behaviour is to make a respectful appearance at the fair's afterparty and offer the appropriate apologies there - and I do mean more than a simple 'my bad'. I hope you will do the right thing and I will see you there."

On her way out, she waved at Ta'leus. Looked like he'd made it in time! She also raised a hand at Karis. They weren't sitting that far apart. "Drinks?" she mouthed at them, before grinning briefly and leaving the Campian to get cleaned up. Arnyn forced herself to smile at the cheer squad (the Denethor Defenders) all the way in the back. She'd thought their rhymes and cheers were full of good intentions, but nonetheless terribly embarrassing. In reality, she hoped none of it would follow her back home with Karis, Pele or Ta'leus.
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She was about to call over to Eldrith again, but stopped herself from it as she could see Allacan and Eldrith talk, discuss something in private. So instead she focused on the finale in front of her, watched how Elvh made his final move, and miss! She joined in the collective gasp of dissapointment from those cheering for him. But she could only applaud as Arnyn's final move hit home and she took the victory. It was well deserved, the Gondorian had fought honerably and well (but the same could of course be said for Elvh).

A raised hand in the corner of her eyes, made Ama turn and automatically raise her hand in return, as she saw Eldrith disapear among the healers. The Campwisa must have ordered her to have a medical check or something. Absentmindedly she applauded as the winner was proclaimed. Soon afterwards the spectator's and participants, herself included, started to make their way out of the building. Passing the Gondorians, she heard their comment about going to the after party, and she made up her mind to go there too, she needed some answers and they might give them to her. Eldrith wouldn't be there to answer them, that she was sure of.

Then, as she found herself passing Elvh and she held out her hand to him. «Congratulations, sir, well fought!»
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Nymlac, spectator

A beautiful, shiny coin came glittering through the air towards him and he held out his hand to catch it just a few seconds too late. He missed it by more than a hand-span. The throw had been well-aimed, but Nymlac had imbibed in a little too much drink to have the reaction time or coordination required to catch so small a thing.

Still, he straightened in his seat when he saw it was Eldrith who had thrown it. She bid him to support whatever contestant he chose, but he spent so long kneeling down (pain shooting up his leg as he did so) to retrieve the coin that by the time he had, he missed the chance to choose anyone.

Nymlac turned the coin over in his hand and his gaze followed Eldrith as she left. He had severely misjudged her at the start of the contest. She was a pub-mistress, an accomplished fighter and willing to toss a man a coin? Could a man want anything more in life?

He stood up, pocketed the coin and waved his walking stick around in a half-hearted attempt to cheer the winner. "Yes, yes, well done!" he said with very little enthusiasm before rushing out to make his way to the party. Where he very much hoped for (and indeed expected) free drinks, but he also hoped there might be one Skirt Wench in attendance.

(OOC: In all seriousness, congratulations Arnyn! And also to Elvh! And each contestant. Campian always intimidated me and I don't love RPing fighting, so I give you all lots of credit for entering and seeing it through! Thanks for a fun show and thank you Allacan for making it happen.)

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