#toaboel2024

[amitieos]

let's get ready to rumble! || battle of the eagle and lion round 3, battle 23

Elincia heads to the field of battle once more, a spring in her step. The number of competitors had thinned out considerably and she considered herself blessed to have made it this far. For the third time that day she fought alongside Caspar, his cheer infectious and enthusiasm boundless.

"I couldn't ask for a better partner. Shall we try and make it three for three?" Elincia asks him as they approach their opponents. It will be a hard fought battle, of that much she is sure before they begin. Yet the pair had made a fantastic team so far. "No matter what happens, I'm proud to have fought by your side today."

She stands across from Princess Céline of Firene and a knight named Lloyd who appeared somewhat familiar. Humming, she tries to put her finger on how so whilst she assesses the battlefield before her, searching for an advantageous opening move. Elincia makes her decision, grabbing the bow strapped to her back when it hits her. "Lloyd Reed? As in Linus' brother? He's a lovely fellow, isn't he? It's a pleasure to finally meet you!" Perhaps some may titter and say this was hardly the place for pleasantries but Elincia did not care. They were not enemies in war but rivals in a friendly competition, hardly a reason not to be polite and amicable to their opponents. Her smile is broad as she turns to Céline, inclining her head to the young royal. "You must be Lady Céline, it's lovely to make your acquaintance too."

"Shall I get us started then? May we all have a fair fight, in the spirit of good fun!" She draws her arrow back, allowing it to fly towards Lloyd. The knight, armed with only a sword, will have to make a choice of his own - to forfeit his turn or move into Caspar's line of attack. Either way, this should secure them an advantage, albeit briefly. If her arrow lands, that is.

Elincia 5/5 HP attacks Lloyd 5/5 HP with Steel Bow Roll d20: 15! Hit -2 damage Lloyd has 3/5 HP remaining

A sigh of relief escapes her lips when the point of her arrow finds it's target. She'd been far too inconsistent for her own liking today, relying far too much on Caspar. After all - they were supposed to be a team and she was determined to pull her weight.

@fangedjustice

#t:let's get ready to rumble! #toaboel2024 #s:lloyd #fangedjustice #s:céline #firelles #s:caspar #berglietz #((the only actual battle of the eagle and lion this round haha))

[losojos-decupido]

THREE CHEERS FOR THE FOGADO FACTION!

good game!! @obsidiendo , @rozyrne , we killed it out there!

#☼ semi ic #☼ event: battle of the eagle and lion 2024 #☼ obsidiendo #☼ rozyrne #☼ mun art #toaboel2024

[twistedisciple]

YOU BETTER MAKE IT TO NEXT ROUND :gun: ( i don't have time to write an ic ask that's rafal's very confidential very authoritative boel message for griss )

Griss, from the other side of the battlefield, squints into the distance.

"..."

"WHAT?"

#rafent #// something something fe convos always happening across mountains and whatnot #toaboel2024

[rafent]

Poe had noticed him the moment he entered—come rain or shine, his presence was never one that was easy to miss. She is unsurprised to see him here, frankly; unsurprised to see one as combative as him at the Battle of Eagle and Lion, and unsurprised to see one as cocky as him end up in the medical tents.

Her subsequent approach is efficient, not hurried.

"I'm quite curious," She begins to ask, lighthearted tone mixing with a sharpened tongue to produce something that could almost be mistaken for playfulness. "Are such nasty injuries on behalf of an another again, or was it on account of something you said this time?"

The girl, of course, hardly looks much better herself. The Garreg Mach uniform is modest enough, but what skin does show offers glimpses of bruising and bandages wrapped tight. Smooth as her movements attempt to be, keener eyes would pinpoint them as more labored than usual. This time luckily by something that will heal with rest.

"A shame I was not there for it."

With nary an offer nor request for permission, she reaches out a hand with a healing spell prepared. The act is wholly neutral; judge, jury, and executioner herself arrives prior to those who might act out of misplaced senses of pity and metes out only as much as is deserved.

(Ironically enough, today, he is as of yet the only one who has received it)

Upon reaching the medical tents, Rafal resolved to speak to no-one, which was all just as well. It had eaten enough pride for him to accept where he was bested, enough endurance to stagger all the way to this facility while adamantly refusing all assistance; encountering the much too freely spoken Poe, however, was a blow dealt to both these things, and to that preference. With dwindling reserves of patience pushed to their very limits, only a terrible, truly incensed dragon could be the result.

"Shut up. That is exactly none of your business. Furthermore, an insipid girl like yourself ought to know when to clamp her mouth shut." Now find someone else to bother, he nearly lambasted further, harsh and irate, but succumbed instead to restraint. The dagger he readied never fell; or rather, its edge was quick to revoke at the very last second.

The cause? Relief spread in the warm dispersal of healing magic, an uncomfortable and unrelated prickle consigned him thereafter to passivity, little reflected by the mind. Kindness? Friendship? A sinister ploy to bring Rafal into her debt? The girl's aim was inconclusive at the end of his deliberation and he emitted a nonverbal noise conveying thanks. After that - a long hush, awkward and ungainly.

With little else to do, and nothing to busy his hands by comparison, he took in the stock of her condition. Their occupancy in the illusion had not unveiled a capable combatant in Poe but a fangless healer, such knowledge left her ability to defend herself suspect. With that thought on hand, her damages stirred him disconcertingly with the nibbling teeth of unrest. ". . .You are worse for wear. I am surprised to find you in such a condition," he offered uncertainly after a beat, on the precipice of voicing either misshapen apology or more forward concern.

Ultimately, neither went spoken. For all the heartfelt sentiments humanity produced aloud, the Fell Dragons would entomb just as many to their vast crypts of silence, such was their way - if not at least that of Rafal himself. With a clearing throat, he returned to what was comfortable; the establishment of bickering patterns and to invisible boundaries not meant to be broken.

"Ahem. That is to say: had you employed your usual nagging, I am certain you would have found an ear or two willing to surrender without a fight. Next time perhaps you should try that." A medic arrived to his cotside. He took the bundled ice and pressed it to his purpling cheek, looking quite regular and self-confident in spite of. . .himself. Oblivious, even, to the slight release of a sullen mood that had not existed before.

#◜ ₊ — 𝓡 ˚ ₊ 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ╱ askbox. #toaboel2024 #loveevangelist #my little freaks. my little FREAKS #bantering every time they cross paths huh.. hehehehe #i also take this consistency to infer that rafal thinks vulnerability and kindness (ew!!! gross!!) is off brand for them #buuut it's also rafal we're talking about :)

[anruraiocht]

@shadoll asked:

Sara isn't sulking. She just has little desire to entertain the Academy's staff and volunteers who crowd her when she finally makes her way to the medical tents stationed at the edge of the field. Though her demeanor does not quite approach on unruly, Sara cannot be considered a model patient either. Not a single word has been spoken by her since she entered the space, eyes listlessly sifting through the faces for one she can take comfort in.

Arms tightly wound across her frame, she trudges over to Miranda, shaking off the hand of a cleric bidding her not to move around too much. But she does not particularly care about anyone else's wishes save for her own right now. Barely even looks at Miranda before plopping down beside her in silence.

The mattress sinks, stirring some dust, and Sara's cheeks vaguely puff as a child's might.

For Miranda, the battle is over before it ever really begins. Without attacking even once, she is among the first to return to the medical tent. The clerics on duty try to soothe her with empty platitudes that she "tried her best" and "there's always next year". She already knows, though, that even if she had managed to get a hit in, the result would always be the same.

In all of their games, she would always be the loser.

It's so endlessly frustrating.

The pain is gone by now, but tears prick at her eyes nonetheless. It's childish and unbecoming of her to cry at her age, but she feels the tears come nevertheless. The only thing holding her back from letting her tears fall is the gentle trickle of people into the tent as battles wage on.

Miranda hurriedly wipes her eyes with her sleeve when she sees Sara enter the tent. Not that Sara, who had seen her at her worst, hasn't seen her cry, but she wants to cling to that last shred of dignity.

"You, too?" She sighs when Sara sits down next to her without a word. "Don't complain to me if it hurts later, okay? You already know I can't do anything to help."

Or so she says, but she extends her hand if Sara wants it.

"Prince Leif sent me here with his axe. Can you believe the nerve of him?"

#👑 ic #toaboel2024 #👑 support: sara #shadoll #//sore losers a and b....... #//lovely as always to see sara in my inbox :pien:

[fellpurpose]

dr. dark while we're watching all the people fight you can have some froot punch too. since you're a froot

#YOU'VE JUST EARNED YOURSELF DETENTION (3 hours of chanting in the fodlani equivalent of latin) #ic crack tag. #hermidetta #expect a visit from professor dr. dark soon #toaboel2024

[aubins]

WHEEZES AND BLEATS AND TRIPS OVER HERSELF LIKE 2 TIMES TRYING TO SPRINT TO YURI WITH A WHOLE BASKETFUL OF JUICE BOXES and falls a third time face first on the ground by their feet. she kind of just lays there for a second too don't even worry about it. but then bernadetta lifts her head and finally holds up the fuit juice. yuri they hurt you

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” A lurching step is taken in her direction, quickly aborted as a knee buckles under their own weight. The venom in their irate hiss is oft reserved for their enemies, but their own body has turned traitor for the moment under the weight of their injuries. “Careful!” they instead call to her sharply, though not yet scolding, but— too late. Bernadetta is already sprawled across the floor a few paces away.

Their next, tentative step holds steady, and they cautiously pick their way toward her as soft, tired laughter slips from their lips. On shaky legs do they sink down to their knees by her side, head shaking. “Bernadetta,” they chide gently, “I said careful. I'm not going anywhere. You'll hurt yourself at this rate.”

They'd had to baby her as children too, so in that sense, they suppose, some things never change. It does seem to be a day for musing on memories— first the Battle of the Eagle and Lion of their academy days, now their days with her in House Varley.

If only such nostalgia did not taste of blood.

“I'm fine, all right? It looks much worse than it actually is.” Not all the blood is theirs, and the small scratches and tears in their uniform only serve to paint an even worse picture than reality. But the healers had swiftly given them a once over the moment they were able. A bit of rest and they'd be back on their feet like normal soon. What Yuri really wants right about now is a warm bath and some clean clothes.

Of course, all she can really give them is the fruit juice that always seems to go around, but some sugar is a start.

The juice is taken from her, then set aside in favor of offering her their hand in its place. “Come on, up you go. You didn't hurt yourself anywhere, did you?” A pause, looking her over as they remember: “Hey, where did that sign of yours go?”

#hermidetta #toaboel2024 #❛ 𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙. i worry that love is violence #— 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕. bernadetta ﹙ hermidetta ﹚ let's go to the garden / let's be kids again #i felt so insane reading this HFAJKSLFJSDLF #ty for sending sen i love having detta in the inbox #the highlight of my day

[motheruin]

He didn't know how to approach this one.

She kept her distance, in general, anyway, but in combination with her naturally unsettling aura and her performance on the field of battle, Dimitri found himself...hesitant.

Still, he reminded himself with a short, reassuring breath, it was a task that needed to be done, and she deserved her due as much as any other.

"Excuse me...er...sister-mother? Lady Eremiya." A good start. He grimaced, turned the frown into an awkward smile. "I wanted to thank you, for fighting for the Lions. You had your choice, and you could have fought for another house - you have my gratitude, you strength was invaluable."

He had seen what the woman had done, had said to Edelgard. It twisted his gut into knots, the imagery she was hearkening, but he stifled his discomfort a moment longer.

"I know that we did not secure the victory overall, but I hope that, should you choose to compete in the future, that the Blue Lions would once more appreciate to have your strength by our sides."

DESPITE THE PREDETERMINED FATE SET BEFORE HER, the bishop was all but numb to the force in which the eagle had knocked her back with. in truth, the ache does not settle beneath her skin until she is far from the battlefield, silent in the face of raised banners, gentle as she handles herself without either guide or nurse. light splits from each wound, flickering through the grime and blood until it tucks itself safely under the broken skin to mend it overhead alike a blanket above a mattress.

eremiya hears him above the thrum of light magic in her ears, not as kind to the clumsiness of his words; repetitive and awkward. all she wishes to stray from as of the battle's resolution. to announce this distrust, as pledging her allegiance in blue was merely the means to an antagonizing end, she does not startle nor bristle, intent on cleaning herself rather than offering companionship.

invaluable strength, yes?

"it did not matter in the end, did it?"

crushing the wings of a house leader to mock the existence of others?

eremiya rises to stand, her gaze dark with an unfaltering apathy when she meets his eyes. raspy and drawling, she utters through a statue's pursed lips, "your gratitude is unnecessary, boy. i did not compete for sport nor thrill. it was simply obligation." as all things are. the existence of the hero-king, clad in blue, meant blending into his footsteps and cape until she found enough satisfaction to forget the apparitions. and she had not.

the boy is given a slow blink, a curt onceover, before the bishop pities him with, "the blue lions are desperate little things, inept in battle." children swinging toys about and wearing paper crowns. "i will stand within your ranks for as long as necessary." because promising a longer, fuller term allows the possibility of trust, and that is not a luxury neither she nor he can spare.

whether he be an awkward prince or a distrustful one, she reads the tense curl of his lips with a voice of her own and, thus, leaves him to wallow in his thoughts.

#toaboel2024 #blaiddllodi #♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ to love is to be deemed a ruination ・ 【 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 . #♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ to appease the handmade goddess ・ 【 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 】 . #mmm eremiya and allegiance ... a nice (and unfortunately late) treat for me #thank you for the dimi ask!! i adore him thanking her despite being somewhat intimidated / reluctant :softsmile:

[sayhwaet]

something strange is happening here. a pile of twigs and leaves is wriggling in calculated, spontaneous bursts toward beowolf when it seems to think he isn't looking. never mind the quivering tip of a leather boot sticking out of the back. when the pile finally rustles in his proximity, two shaking hands pop out of the greenery to place a juice box on the ground beside him. then the same pile of twigs and leaves zips away in a singular crunchy flurry. very mysterious. simply incomprehensible. astounding even

Sometimes bein' a loser ain't so bad. Being a winner is obviously the better lot, of course it is, but considering the pounding his poor ribs took - not just by that professor lady, but also by that whirlwind of a boy beating the snot outta him - Beowolf was perfectly content to be doted on by passing nurses, laid up and accepting gentle hands and snacks in his convalescence.

Didn't matter too much how quickly he'd regained his breath, or that he was up'n'attem intermittently for visits of his own. Was the principle of the thing, getting paid his dues, for he certainly wasn't paid enough for whatever the hell all that was.

rustlerustle

He turned his head at the sound, on instinct, and his brow furrowed in his perplexity, mouth opening only slightly to murmur a confounded, "Now what in the - ?"

He watched, frozen in curiosity, as the rustling pile continued its way on closer to him, twitching and shivering with every inch. The penultimate juice box might have felt like an anti-climax, if it hadn't tipped gently over, breaking his transfixation when a finger shot out to keep it steady.

Gently, he smiled, and brought the straw to his mouth.

#in character #toaboel2024 #interaction: hermidetta #sen your bernadetta asks are giving me life

[apathynoir]

Dwyer has been defeated!

#[ ic ] #[ event: battle of the eagle and lion 2024 ] #toaboel2024 #[ mun art ] #[ nat 20 rolls get a nat 20 experience ]

[exclted]

he's finally managed to secure himself the optimal spectating spot. odin scans the field for a familiar flash of navy blue ... AHA! THERE SHE STANDS! the most formidable opponent of all, COUSIN LUCINA, storming over yonder on gronder! with a loud grin, odin bellows out, "FIGHT ON! LET YOUR TRUE POWER AWAKEN! LUCINA'S LURID ONSLAUGHT, OVERWHELM!!!!"

His voice would carry across seas, find her no matter how much time or how many worlds stood to separate them.

Fortunately it has to cross nothing more than a battlefield, and from where Lucina stands with blade in hand, she can hear him as though he is right beside her.

Flustered, she waves lamely at where spectators have gathered. He is, as ever, impossible to miss.

"Do you know that guy?" A student asks at her flank, and Lucina clears her throat.

"We're cousins."

#╰ ⚜ ˖ answered . #toaboel2024 #[s] owain #fellpurpose #IM GENUINELY SOBBING MY EYES OUT STILL #THANK YOU . IM GOING TO BE ILL #random boel npc the realest guy here

[obsidiendo]

—  DECORATE A FRIEND  ╱

" DUSSY GLITTER BOMB DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "

"Sparkle on, Fogado."

#and what is just? ● answered. #toaboel2024 #for grado's sake ● ooc.

[losojos-decupido]

fogado's final gambit

#☼ semi ic #☼ memes #☼ mun art #☼ event: battle of the eagle and lion 2024 #☼ obsidiendo #toaboel2024 #[ HERE'S HOW GOLDEN DEER CAN STILL WIN? ]

[twistedisciple]

continued from here | @rafent

"Alriiiight..." Griss drawled, impudent, just like Lord Rafal had called him. He hadn't even thought about Lady Nel, or what his relationship with Zephia meant - could mean - and why she had ordered him to keep her identity secret from an alternate world's fell heir. But a few more pieces tossed hostilely into his lap had finally clued him in to the picture both dragons had started shaping. He studied Lord Rafal's turned back for a moment longer, jaw set now for the makings of a frown. This wasn't about the tournament anymore. It probably never was. But at least he'd answered his question, even if he had to look for it behind the sharp words and cold shoulder.

That "foul woman" wasn't the issue; it was his allegiance.

With an exaggerated sigh, Griss pulled his legs back up onto the bed with him and settled against the wall with his arms behind his head.

"There was someone with her face back in your world, wasn't there?" He brushed aside Lord Rafal's threats like they had hardly any more substance than old cobwebs. Words were words, and he was still owed a reward.

But talking, at least, would keep the dragon from storming off.

For the reward, of course. For the reward.

"Did she try to hurt Lady Nel?"

#rafent #toaboel2024 #// griss just vaaaaaaguely aware that he doesn't want rafal to leave mad #// zephia name-dropping griss and then rafal coming to find griss and griss being like idk what's happening #// let him get back on his feet first before y'all start taking potshots at each other hahaha #// there is so much happening between the lines in this interaction #boel mini: rafal

[rafent]

the boundary of friend and foe or ally and enemy does not pop in her mind now that she sits in the medical tent, taking a well needed rest after a surprisingly intensive fight. she does not think of how she is a blue lion in the moment, and she does not think of how rafal is a black eagle in the moment.

still, she approaches him a bit apprehensively. she’d begun to understand him a little better ever since their patrol mission in the winters, but there still felt a lack of camaraderie between them somehow. they are not yet friends, and she’s sure he doesn't consider her a sibling yet either. still, roads to friendship were naturally bumpy. she would not give up that desire just yet, so she steels herself for a lackluster response. “rafal. you’re back from the battlefield.” she comments, voice the slightest bit on the quiet end.  “did you have the  healers look at your wounds yet…?”

Eagle. Lion. Deer. These several designations could not have been more useless to Rafal, one who regarded each victory and defeat on the field to be personal. Had he won, it would have been on his own power. And even if he'd lost - which he did - insisted his sole responsibility just the same. Healers? That word held no value, either; plurality owed itself to little application when Poe alone had done the lion's share of work, though he was neither pedantic enough nor so eager as to correct it.

"I have. The worst of my injuries have passed, though I have seen no shortage of better days," he responded, rigidly, and by no willing intention. The process of healing for a battered nose projected a certain nasal quality when speaking. Nevertheless, dignity remained intact, and when coolly shuttered eyes next peeled to regard her properly, they would see a Fell Child relatively healed albeit marked by incriminating signs of exertion.

An even greater fact to be discerned above them all.

"You." Carmine focused on Veyle, interested. Neither mocking nor cruel but incisive; those who entered into the medical tents belonged to two identical outcomes; excess time on their hands and total loss. Anyone truly victorious would have no moments to spare. "If you are here, then victory was not your outcome. Who was it that reduced you to defeat? Should you be inclined, you may say so with transparency."

Attention accommodating, expression neutral, and tone level - a mild showing of Rafal by all notes of comparison. His next words extended a gnarled overture, friendliness, not that many were capable to deduce it as such, or that this attempt at 'friendliness' had adopted the right form to begin with:

"I could destroy them, if you like."

#◜ ₊ — 𝓡 ˚ ₊ 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ╱ askbox. #toaboel2024 #misericordel #HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA #before you say anything. rafal is being nice. hes trying. #this in rafal language is like..................the same level as giving someone a compliment. once in a blue ass moon

[theofficersacademy]

Just as a horn announced the start of the historic Battle of the Eagle and Lion, so does a horn call for its end. Fighting across the field draws to its close, with those remaining helping each other limp off to rejoin the rest of their classmates and colleagues.

The hope of victory still burns in all the remaining competitors on the field, but as the hours wear on, it becomes more and more difficult to call a decisive victor. And so, a monumental decision is made.

Blue, yellow, and red, in equal measure.

“The Battle of the Eagle and Lion has officially concluded!

         And the winner is…

                                      All Three Houses!”

This concludes the Battle of the Eagle and Lion! You may view the winning bracket here. A thank you to everyone who participated for making this successful; we hope you enjoyed it as much as we did!

Please continue reading for final results and information about prizes.

Honorable Round 3 mentions to the following:

First KO: Kagetsu Most Damage Dealt: Hilda (13 dmg) Longest Battle: Knoll, Hilda, Eliwood vs Minerva, Diamant, Yuri (11 rounds) Luckiest competitor: Céline (Dodged attacks 8 times) Sitting Duck Award: Kagetsu and Lloyd (Never got to attack)

A joyous feast caps off an exciting day of battle and glory. Red, blue, and yellow swirl together as Eagles, Lions, and Deer leave class divisions on the battlefield and mingle freely amongst each other. As the night goes on, scrap fabric from the torn House banners are sewn into patchwork ribbons, rosettes, and crowns.

You may have noticed us announcing certain characters as having dealt the most damage or missed the most attacks. After seeing each other’s performances on the battlefield, the students have taken notice of certain players and have judged them accordingly:

Worst Case of Senioritis: Elincia, who missed the most attacks (9)

Most Likely to Get Away with Murder: Céline, who dodged the most attacks (9)

Most Likely to Sleep During Class: Anna, who received the most damage (19 dmg)

Most Likely to Return from the Dead: Anna, who healed the most damage (6.5 dmg)

Biggest Overachiever: Caspar, who dealt the most damage (42.5 dmg)

Bearer of the Squeaky Hammer: Céline and Duessel, who barely hit opponents the most (3)

Best Sharpshooter: Knoll, who landed the most critical hits (4)

Most Dependable: Griss, Elise, and Linhardt, who assisted teammates the most (4)

Future Pre-Med: Griss, who recovered the most HP for allies (6.5 HP)

Most Elusive: Ayra, who received the least damage across all three rounds (1.5 dmg)

Most Likely to Repeat the Semester: Kagetsu, who dealt the least damage of the round 3 finalists (6 dmg)

Most Likely to Forget Their Weapon Before a Fight: Elincia, who rolled the most Nat1s (4)

Most Likely to Bring Five Extra Weapons to the Battlefield: Diamant, Marianne, Eremiya, and Erk, who rolled the most Nat20s (2)

Most Likely to Walk Away With an Everlasting Bromance: Caspar and Elincia, who remained together for the entire tournament

Most Likely to Stumble Across Treasure: Kagetsu (round 3 finalist) and Elffin (overall), who had the highest average roll (14 and 18, respectively)

Most Likely to Break a Mirror: Céline and Elincia (round 3 finalists), and Pelleas (overall), who had the lowest average roll (8 and 4, respectively)

No Man Left Behind: Caeda, who never lost a teammate

Most Likely to Get Stuck in a Long Line: Diamant, who had the most ties (10)

Most Likely to Trip Over Their Own Feet: Kagetsu (round 3 finalists), and Farina (overall), who had the lowest average speed rolls (2 and <1, respectively)

Most Likely to Win a Marathon: Yuri (round 3 finalists), and Lucina, Leif, and Chad (overall), who had the highest average speed rolls (6)

Most Likely to Spin Themselves Dizzy: Caspar, who rotated their team the most (7)

Loves a Plate of Venison: Caeda, who reigned supreme over the Golden Deer (fought only GD opponents and won all three rounds)

You can view the full statistics here.

— BOEL Prizes

There are two prizes for this mini-event. Please read the instructions below carefully! You do not have to message the Masterlist to claim your event rewards.

All event participants are awarded a free skill point. You may put this skill point wherever you choose. Please do remember to message the Masterlist for any skill rank rewards if applicable.

All winning participants (students and faculty/staff supporters of all three houses) are awarded the “Goddess’ Favor”. This may be added to your inventory. Similar to the Black Eagles Pendant and Golden Deer Bracelet, it does not have any mechanical effects or grant stat boosts. It is simply a bragging right and representation of your hard-won victory. Wear it with pride.

As always, let us know if you have any questions, and thank you again everyone for your participation and support!

- The House Leaders

#toaboel2024 #toa announcements