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The Darbyton Derby (Spectator Side)

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Postby Qit'ria » Fri Dec 01, 2017 12:23 pm

Zi'da 93rd, 717 - 6th Break
Foothills at the base of Scalvoris Mountains





Larena scowled as yet another merchant approached to receive her signature on his permit. She looked down at the small, fat man, but signed it anyways. After all, the Rangers took a percentage of the profits of all of these temporary stalls of food, trinkets, and other goods. And there was never enough money to go around. Larena and the other Zone Leaders had no need for the money personally, but because there was offices in Darbyton, supplies for newer recruits, money was a necessary evil. Larena personally gave her entire salary back to the people of Darbyton. She sighed. Civilization truly was a blight on this world.

She waved the fat man away, clearly ignoring his desire to converse, and looked over at one of the many representatives from the Elements. The man stood next to his Enormowl, double and triple checking the rigging to the basket it was harnessed to, all the while patting it on the neck. Larena smiled, at least the Elements didn’t completely forget what it meant to be one with the wilds and the creatures therein. She didn’t agree with the whole basket idea that many of the mounts were being paired with, but the audience would need the help to watch the competition.

And this arcly Derby was so very necessary for the Rangers’ dwindling numbers. If they even got five new recruits from this, it was worth it. Civilization drove down the need for them to exist, and yet it seemed as if the beasts were getting fiercer, and more and more Rangers died every arc. She looked over at Singhar and her eyes grew sad. The mountains seemed to be hurting the worst right now. Preparation for this arc’s Derby took a heavy toll on him, personally. His younger cousin was a second arc Ranger, and he’d been found at the bottom of a ravine, body twisted and broken on the stones. His death put a pallor over the rest of them. It was hard work, driving wild beasts back from the area, finding or building some of the obstacles, creating the path. But it was necessary.

An extravagantly clothed merchant approached her, a woman, slim of waist and ample of breast prominently on display beneath her mink furs. The Gold representative. She was the lead merchant in charge of ensuring the Gold Package Members were treated extra special, more so than those that couldn’t or wouldn’t pay for the right.

“Larena, darling, brooding as ever I see. Keep scowling like that and you’ll never be able to settle down with a man.”

Larena’s scowl only deepened at this insult. As if she needed to settle for any man. “What do you want, Cornel?”

The woman smiled sweetly, clearly pleased at getting a rise out of the Ranger, “Oh nothing, but as the face of this side of the competition, I was hoping I could get you to smile more. It makes the Gold Members feel much more relaxed and safe.”

Larena flushed red, her hands tightened into fists, and she shifted her weight low, readying herself to knock this woman out in a single hit. Then a large hand settled on her shoulder, and she relaxed. She knew that grip. “Be gone with you coinsucker. You have all of your preparations done. Leave us, who make it easy and comfortable for you, alone.” Standing behind Larena was her dearest friend, a mountain of a man, covered in scars, hair, and bursting with muscle. And he was hers. And he knew she didn’t need to settle down, didn’t need to rely on him, just as he was the same for himself.

Cornel’s eyes flashed hot for a moment, before she turned on heel, walking off with her escort of privately hired mercenaries as bodyguards. Larena rested her cheek against Varzin’s fingers, “Let’s get this started.”

Singhar gave his speech, the veteran spectators explained what it all meant to the first timers. Once he and the rest of the competitors began their hike to the starting stage, Lenara shouted over the crowds. “Those of you given a gold or silver sash, please make sure to keep it with you at all times. This is how our fliers know who goes where, how the merchants know who gets what. Please do not wander from the viewing areas as you could very well die doing so. Those without sashes, stick with the Elements, they are providing your transportation for the event.”

The hike to the first stage would take about a quarter break for the competitors. The bronze and silver people were expected to walk, but the gold members were provided the finest of horses and carts to carry them there. Of course this was an option for the others, but at a cost. It disgusted her. All these people selling their food, their furs, their trinkets. She wished she could run them all through, break all their tables. But she sighed. Civilized people wanted comfort. They didn’t want the hardships, the challenge, the true bravery it took to conquer something that seemed as simple as a mountain.

These were city folk. And city folk knew nothing.
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Postby Kura Wolfsdotter » Sun Dec 10, 2017 10:59 pm

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The woman running the sign-in was a grumpy sort, but Kura wasn't surprised. Darbyton didn't seem to be home to the most sociable people, and she didn't let it bother. Instead she merely respected the womans lack of desire for conversation and moved to wait where she was directed to wait. As luck would have it, that put her near one of the Enormowls, and Kura had her usual argument with herself regarding the big birds. She knew she could ride one with a unity the typical rider could only dream of, and she desperately wanted the chance to try it out. But she was keeping a lid on her Mortalborn status, so for now she had to resist the urge for airborne acrobatics.

Instead, she focused on the competitors, two of which she knew. Tio was causing trouble most blatantly and she smiled slightly at his antics. Tio had solved mysteries with her and helped to fight off evil moss, but he needed to work on his subtlety. Vega, on the other hand, was a lot of fun to watch for her pure aggression. That woman was as fiery as her hair. Then the competitors took off their clothes and they all got a lot more interesting. After a few moments of watching their bodies in the cold, Kura admitted she'd readily take any of the three to her bed. A few more moments and she had to admit to herself that she'd gladly take all three of them. In the end though, she had to give her first show of support to Vega, purely for how hotly her fire burned.

As things were getting ready to move on, she focused on the crowds around her, looking for those spectators who were elderly or would otherwise need aid and couldn't afford it. Those who could were already negotiating for such, and she noted those who clearly needed help but couldn't afford it. Only one stood out, an elderly man. Once the speech from the giant of a man was done, Kura approached the elderly man. "Excuse me, sir. Would you like a ride? Forgive me, but it seems you need it far more than I do." she said, her tone polite. The man blinked in surprise at her, then smiled and nodded accepting her help into the cart designated for her.

The act of generosity earned her some more surprised looks, but Kura ignored them. In truth, the Mortalborn had no need of extravagance to spent on her at such an event, and she was looking forward to the hike to the first viewing area. She'd even dressed for the occasion, wearing her warm travel clothes as opposed to fancy dress clothes. However, as with so many things Kura did, there was another reason. She was a member of the Scalvoris council, a public figure of importance. And here she was giving away things she had spent money on to those who needed it more than she did. Her actions, like her house, were a statement. She aimed to set the standard for the behavior of those in power.

The walk to the first viewing area was brisk, but enjoyable. She enjoyed the wild, for all that she seemed a creature of civilized environments. The first viewing area provided an excellent view of the first event and she watched the competitors eagerly. She wasn't that surprised that no competitor took the safe route, she certainly wouldn't have. She wouldn't have taken the logs, though, that seemed a poor idea. Unwise and unnecessarily risky. Tio took the route that seemed best in Kura's eyes, the rams. But then there was Vega, taking the ram route but skipping the rams in a show of skill and cleverness that Kura grinned at. Vega, it seemed, still kept her support, though she'd be in trouble if this gambit didn't work.
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Postby Qit'ria » Sat Jan 13, 2018 6:34 am

The elderly man that Kura helped was a well known figure among the senior community of Scalvoris Town. He wasn't a politician, he wasn't a famous healer, not a hero, nor an extremely rich man. No, this man had been a simple fisherman. But he was the kind of man that took the saying, "It takes a village..." seriously when it came to raising children around Scalvoris Town. And being one of the oldest people in town, he'd helped raised most of the natives, particularly those on the lower to middle levels of income. And this man was Ted, short for Teddward Fitch. Ted taught stories to the bored, let the hungry work on his boat for fish, smacked the unruly in the side of the head, and protected the bullied. Ted never had aspirations for greatness, and had lived alone for most of his life. The other oldest of the old knew that he'd had a wife in his youth, and she'd died in labor with their first child, who'd also not made it. He never remarried, never sought another woman. His community became his life's work.

So when Kura helped him, it sent ripples through the spectators, in a good way. Some of the people had thought the politician to be of the rich upper crust, but were now thinking a different story. None of the rich were nice to Ted. Hardly any knew of him. And so, while Kura enjoyed the pleasure of the gold section, which really was only a couple meters closer to the action than silver and bronze, the crowd was murmuring, eyes shifting from the event to her, at least among the Scalvoris Town natives.

And so when Vega started the rock slide, the ground beneath the spectators rumbled, and there were gasps, some of the richer, hoity-toity types panicked, fleeing back from the edge to the cheap seats, allowing some of the silvers to move forward. When the rumbling stopped, and the cowardly types moved back to take their spots, only to find them occupied, they complained. But they found some resistance. And no help from the Rangers or Elements standing nearby, many of whom simply rolled their eyes.

When Biffuno took a rock to the head, there was a loud female scream, "No!" A few heads turned, looking at her, realizing she was one of the Rangers, adorned in leathers, with a large long bow strapped to her back and a pair of long knives hanging from her hips. She kept a still face, but the extra observant would see tears streaming down her stoic front. And still, the crowd cheered out their favorite names. And still the awards for favorites were passed out to the competitors. And the competition moved on.

The flights once more took off, and carried everyone over to another ridge, on the opposite side of the gorge the competitors were trying to cross. The priority viewing spots were actually significantly closer, and a lot more safe. A few people in the silver and bronze seats slipped off the crowded ledge. They didn't fall far, and were scraped up a bit, before they were pulled back up. And the cheering resumed as the competitors started to cross.

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Postby Roland Demira » Sun Jan 14, 2018 5:49 pm

Roland hadn't been fashionably late to the Derby. Business just always came first, regardless of how important an event was. He was well aware that the Rangers used this event as a fundraising and recruiting promotion. He hoped that his steep Gold Package would do much for those who would brave the dangers of the wilds while he had his feet up with a good book.

Arriving at the competition, he passed his monies over to a striking woman who promptly had a golden sash tied around Roland's waist, marking his status among the spectators. If only there was some way to always be marked for others to know, Roland thought to himself as he sorted the sash out. He opted to take the walk himself, though he was now several paces beyond those who had moved on before. it was good to get a little exercise, though, to be honest, Roland stayed very busy moving between settlements in Scalvoris that his form wasn't an issue. He sometimes considered the benefits of lifting weights are body sculpting, but they were mere diversions. He had plenty to focus on.

Upon arrival, he made his way to the seating, ignoring the pomp of the opening ceremonies and finding a lovely spot with an excellent view. Upon seeing his sash, a servant quickly came to his side and he requested a glass of Egilrun Red. Once it arrived, he watched with glee as Vega was stripped and otherwise humiliated. The other competitors didn't particularly stick out to him as he had little to no contact with them. He did think the blond man was a blowhard, full of crude quips and mostly hot air. there was a man with Vega that was competing against her but seemingly also trying to protect her. Roland hoped that she would be smart enough to use such an advantage. As he had no physical or athletic skills, he didn't fantasize about what he would do. He just watched the carnage with glee.

Sipping his drink, he joined the crowd's cheers for Vega, even more so when she caused a rock slide. Roland took advantage of the thinning of the crowd so that he could stand closer and observe the death of the one man as he floated away. What a sport! It was a shame such bloodsport wasn't practiced more often. Maybe he could have a hand in that changing one day. When they asked him who his vote was for, it could only be for Vega. Her display of utter carnage and grit was too amazing to ignore. he kept his eye out for any Golds who might be willing to make sidebets on the action, while not making the move himself to start it. If he heard of any wagers, he would make sure to move in for it. Perhaps on their leisurely flight over the gorge, Roland would find someone to push.
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Postby Kura Wolfsdotter » Thu Jan 18, 2018 12:24 am

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Kura had heard the murmurings behind her, but she focused on the event, letting out a gasp of surprise when Vega caused a damned rockslide to come down on the other competitors. She did get distracted, briefly, when several of the other gold-sashed spectators ran, cowards that they were. Kura was more likely to run towards the rockslide and derby than away from it, and she had no concern that the cowards lost their comfy seats. In fact, she found it somewhat amusing, as she knew that several of the bronze customers would have surged into the now vacant silver seats as well, forcing the golds back into the copper stands without help, and help didn't seem to be on the menu.

Then she saw the rock hit Biffuno and heard the cry, and the Mortalborn looked down and away from the competition. "Reckless, Vega. Reckless." she said, her tone saddened. She knew these things were inherently risky, but Vega's actions had only made that risk greater than it had ever needed to be. Perhaps it was her age, but Kura didn't find blood sports enjoyable, any more than she found spectating a battle enjoyable. Lives cut short were, for her, no reason to cheer. In the dodging that followed, Kura had to give her vote to the man who dodged the boulder. The more she looked at him, the more she realized he was familiar, but she couldn't place it.

With one death behind them, the competition moved on and Kura once again gave her ride to an elder from the bronze section, this time an eldery woman who was looking particularly distraught about the crossing. "Here, ma'am. Take my ride. I like heights just fine, and mine is more secure." she said, her tone gentle, and once again she resisted any attempts to refuse due to her having paid more money.

Once they were across the gorge, Kura found herself seated next to a well dressed man with a glass of wine. "Do you think anyone will try the slide? Have to be completely mad to be takin' that route." she said, her voice forcing a cheerful note she did not feel. Someone was bound to try that route, and most likely, die in the attempt. She didn't think she'd be attending any more of these derbies in the future. Blood sports were just not her brand of entertainment.
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