a friendly wager

[rowancrowned]

FORM: Sending crystal as well as notices in the Tavern + Great Hall.
SENDER: Thranduil
RECIPIENT: All the Inquisition!
WHAT: Thranduil issues a challenge.
WHEN: First of Bloomingtide, contest itself set on 8th Bloomingtide
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: Possibly fixed contests, Thranduil trolling for allies. See notes!

[ thranduil sends his message later in the afternoon, his polite, deep voice precise and careful as he first greets, then settles down to the mear of the matter: ]

Good afternoon. I am Thranduil, a rifter, arrived last month. [ he pauses, to catch the attention of whomever might have their crystal nearby. ] I seek to return the hospitality shown to my son and I. I propose an archery contest, open to all residents of Skyhold. For the winner, fifty crowns. The next-best, twenty, and the third- ten.

[ where did he get the money? who knows shh. ]

Those interested should come to treeline in the valley on the eighth of Bloomingtide at noon.

[ he stops, as if he might be finished, but then: ]

And further, if anyone finds themselves able to beat my son, Legolas, I will offer them their choice of ring from my fingers. [ he sounds, already, terribly amused. ]



((ooc: SO this is mostly for thranduil and legolas to court allies. people are free to challenge him in an attempt to win a ring! but it is legolas shooting so. the money prizes will be rng'd.))

Comments

[arsebiscuit]

You're on.

[rowancrowned]

[ warmly: ] I look forward to making your acquaintance.

[hugeinorlais]

Open to all residents?

[An unrestricted archery contest? Oh, oh you sweet, sweet man. You will learn the mistake you just made.]

[chainlightning]

And those of us who aren't archers can watch, right?

[ Partially because she just wants to watch, partially because it's entirely possible an angry mob will come after Varric. ]

1/2

[rowancrowned]

Of course.

[rowancrowned]

You seem surprised.

[rowancrowned]

I would welcome any who wished to watch. Refreshments will be provided.

[hugeinorlais]

Oh, don't mind me--just excited for a change of pace.

[Can you hear the good-natured wave of dismissal as he says that? It's in his tone.]

Bianca and I don't get to compete very often. I'm looking forward to it!

[rowancrowned]

[ he's trying very, very hard to stay polite. he's only just arrived, after all. ]

Will you be entering as a couple?

[ not entirely unheard of, in mirkwood. it only means he needs to arrange for a pairs tournament as well. ]

1/2

[hugeinorlais]

[Oh, now Varric almost feels bad about this.]

[hugeinorlais]

[Almost.]

We always do.

[His tone loses some of the coy amusement as he continues.]

Don't worry about us going head-to-head. I've always known Bianca's a better shot than I am.

Private to Buttercup

[hugeinorlais]

[Can you hear how amused he is; he is very, very amused.]

Should we see if Nightingale wants in on this too?

[Let's call everyone on the archery competition blacklist, Sera, all of them. It'll be fun.]

[chainlightning]

Oh! That's awfully kind of you.

Are dogs allowed, too?

3/3 I lied.

[hugeinorlais]

[Okay, Varric does feel a little bad. This guy is probably going to lose a lot of jewelry shortly.]

You need any help setting up, by chance?

You can probably find better people to deal with building stationary targets, but I can probably rig something for moving ones, if you like.

[Because moving targets will be required, he suspects.]

Private to Buttercup

[arsebiscuit]

Didn't they make a law against her showing off or something?

So friggin yeah. Get her down out of the tower for a bit.

[issala]

...is there an age limit?

[gatheringstorm]

I'm not taking a sucker's bet when it comes to Legolas, but sure, I'll be there.

[Will she win anything? Probably not, her archery isn't that great. But it's an excuse to hang out.]

[arsebiscuit]

Frig it if these is. Need some practice?

Private to Buttercup

[hugeinorlais]

I'm pretty sure it was Divine mandate, but that just means it'll be more fun to violate, right?

I'll shoot her an invite.

[Maybe literally. Leliana seems like the sort who would find a crossbow bolt with a message, shot into a door, more amusing than threatening.]

[issala]

Yeah! I've been so busy knifing, I should grab the bow again!

[wickedchase]

Oh, this is going to be good.

I look forward to this contest. There are some excellent archers here.

[arsebiscuit]

Meet you there. Need so show the locals what we've got.

[rowancrowned]

I planned to host in the elven style. A target is named, marked with chalk, both contestants shoot, and so on, until one misses.

Is this not how such things are run here? One very rarely finds deer in the shape of a perfect circle, content to stand still.

[rowancrowned]

[ RUDE you've spoiled it. but still, he laughs, and then answers warmly: ]

Come now, you have nothing to lose.

[rowancrowned]

Competing?

[ he's heard things today, ok? ]