Open Chronicles The Tournament of Tides

A roleplay open for anyone to join
Monroe forgot the type of energy Marta commanded, and the call for bets by her was a calculated and measured thing to propose to Cathmore. She liked bets, especially when she was confident in the outcome favouring her. Most of her spare time was spent perfecting things, failing at first before she was able to teach others in her own tough love way.

Her lips skewed, eyeing Marta before dropping honeyed eyes to the coin. Then to the Olvir and the fabled sword at his side.

"Alright then. If you're betting on me, then I might as well bet on you." She shrugged, picking a coin from a pocket and lightly flattening it to the table top. Monroe lifted her new tankard and gave Olvir salute.

Olvir Marta Martigan
 
  • Frog Cute
  • Dwarf
Reactions: Olvir and Marta Martigan
Ollie grinned wide. "Now that's an idea."

He said to Marta.

The smile on his face drawing even wider as Monroe agreed next. He really was great at making new friends.

"Decided then." The young noble said as he pulled out his own coins, though two instead of one, then added a few more for the bill. "I'll bet on the two of ya."

It was easier for him to spread the coin around, and with the three of them it would be an odd sort of circle anyway. Least this way he doubled his chances and also his support. His gaze flickered back over his shoulder for a moment, lips pressing to a thin line as he heard one of the shouts for the melee drawing close.

He had a few minutes yet, his match wouldn't be kicking off at the start, but it was time to stop the drinking...or continue it. "One more for the road."

Ollie told himself as he drank from the new tankard.
 
  • Frog Eyes
  • Smug
Reactions: Marta Martigan and Monroe
Marta's grin peeled all the wider. "That's the spirit," she clank clanked her tankard on the table, and offered up a salute, as her sister had. "To the future champion of the melee!" she raised her tankard up for a clink, a bit of drink spilling over her knuckles.

Monroe Olvir
 
  • Smug
Reactions: Olvir and Monroe
Perhaps it was a fool's choice for them each to have a third and last round of drinks, paid for by the coin of the Anirian's father, but three drinks in had Monroe smiling freely. The trio weaved through crowds, making a bee-line for the space reserved for the mêlée. There was chanting, and singing, of which Monroe joined in briefly and was quick to stop when several people commented on her adequate singing voice. She grimaced, moving on to help push through to the edge of the arena that would hold one of the main events.

Monroe let out an impressed whistle, beckoning Olvir and Marta to join her at the fence line. "Some bruisers out here... and that may just be the largest morningstar I have ever seen..." Of course, she had seen weaponry of all makes and sizes serving with the Knights, but to her, it made sense in battle. For show? For a mêlée? It intrigued her, compelled her to stick around and contemplate raising her bet now.

"Well, Olvir, you look like you're fast on your feet." Monroe turned to look at him, appraising him with a quirked brow. "Think you can rise high in these ranks?"

Olvir Marta Martigan
 
  • Frog Sweat
  • Frog Eyes
Reactions: Olvir and Marta Martigan
Ollie cringed inwardly as Marta declared him a future champion. Not because he didn't appreciate the gesture, but because a sharp laugh echoed out within the confines of his mind. The blade mocking him with the sound of it's mirth. This one is a comedian.

It mused within the confines of his mind, and Olvir let out a heavy sigh. Head shaking as he muttered to himself.

"Bloody talking swords." The Anirian whined quietly. Saying nothing more before they pulled themselves up from the table and began to make their way to the site of the Melee. The three friends swiftly pushing through the crowd, Ollie raising a brow as Monroe joined in with the singing.

Shooting Marta a quick look and grin before the Knight silenced herself. The smile almost instantly fading as he came to the fence and saw the weapon Monroe seemed to instantly point out. "Well."

He said plainly.

"It's either that, or I end up knocked into the ground." The Anirian said with a grimace, watching as the massive morning star was picked up by the largest man Ollie had ever seen. Standing a head taller even than Trik, his usual bodyguard dubbed by most as the 'Ogre Knight'. The color draining from his face as he watched the man swing the weapon, and completely obliterate one of the wooden practice dummies.
 
  • Frog Sus
  • Frog Sweat
Reactions: Marta Martigan and Monroe
Marta blew a raspberry through pursed lips. "Just a bunch of show," she smacked Oliver's plated shoulder with the back of her gloved fist "Chop em down," she grinned, and mimed a low kick. "Big and top heavy as the bastard is, try and go for the knees,"

She flicked a finger at the big bastard. "Look at em, all branches and no trunk," she laughed and nudged Monroe with a sharp elbow. "Bastard like never takes leg day,"

Her eyes fell back to Ollie, a mischievous glint there in as the contestants of the melee went on with their warm ups. "Just think, if you win, our little songbird here might grace you with a serenade," she winked at the young noble. Half laughed.


Monroe Olvir
 
  • Smug
Reactions: Monroe
You must log in or register to reply here.
Top Bottom
Back