(2018-05-09) Trial by Creation
It is Vindicti, except, when it isn't
arabella raffiano livino 
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Summary:
Two lesser houses have a squabble involving slander and the defacing of one house, a fleeing individual tries to smuggle the object taken across the Merzia River and is caught, red handed, by others on the opposite bank.
Related:
Part of May Smuggling theme
Misc Info:
Some stuff on the Trials system, some consideration for a different version of trials for the creative minds, a potential contest in the works
alvise carmilla 

Well, its a good place to be, by the River. Raffiano is there, enjoying fresh morning air, fresh with scent of the dockside to the south and the river here. Maybe a little fishy with morning catches at either location being prepared for market or transport. But a good healthy Matoran smell for certain. It looks like he is groggy, maybe a good night last night catching up to him one might speculate. Such that any post near the river, for mooring or to hold a torch or some light at night, is good and he's leaning against it rubbing his eyes.
It means he doesn't see the commotion on the opposite bank from where he stands. On the opposite side, the west bank, a man has ran from some arched walkway down some back way to jump onto a skiff, and he's sort of made a few leaps. Paying a little as he goes for one skiff operator to the next to move their skiff just a little inward or outward. Basically a pattern to get across the river forgoing the Ponte Speranza to the north. He is nearly across. Two men gave chase, shouting to stop, but that is lost in the din of morning noise on this side, the East Bank. They've ran to the bridge and are trying to get here the same, it looks like the man on the skiffs is closer to completing that journey at present. They appear to be noble by dress, but certainly not amongst the house of the Conte if one had to guess, perhaps family of a Barone/Baronessa at best, lesser even, but noble the same.

River Road was very near the Sabastino Palazzo and Arabella is known to find a small area with a patch of grass to watch the navigations on the water way. Seated, as she is, with a book that is opened to about a quarter of the way through it, she was fairly focused on the words ont he pages until she heard the shouts. Lifting her head, she glances around until she spots what all the ado was about. It was apparently much more interesting than the book, because she tucks a finger between the pages to mark her place and watches the happenings from her vantage point.
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| Alvise (Awareness) |
| -----— |
| Fumble! |
| -
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| Skill: 8 Mod: 0 Total: 8 |
| Roll: 20 Status: |
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| Arabella (Awareness) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Skill: 9 Mod: 0 Total: 9 |
| Roll: 10 Status: |
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Out for a morning stroll near the Sabastino Palazzo, either to the home or away from it, depending, Alvise is entirely oblvious to any goings-on on the river, on the road, or at any point other than directly below his own boots. Most of the early morning passersby make such movements as are necessary to avoid him, so he isn't simply bumping into every human being he comes across.
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| Raffiano (Awareness) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 5 Status: |
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As it happens, Raffiano is oblivious too. At least to the river behind him, but he does notice the Sabastinos and he offers a smile. Alvise he notices as the man seems lost in thought. A slight blink and a look around, as if he's lost and needs help. Ah, there on one of the few remaining bits of grass near the river not fully encroached by the city as it sprawls, is Arabella. "Signora," he calls to her, trying to get her attention from whatever she is looking at. Which is oblivious perhaps to the people near the river, versus those on the river.
She might turn his way, the man makes his way across and, hoping onto the river walk/street close at hand, he will bump into the unaware Alvise. "Excuse me, Signore, you are okay?"
And from closer the Piazza, comes the call "Stop that man, he's stolen from us!" And such to that affect by the two men after him.
And he is there, holding the man he bumped to hopefully not topple Alvise, but looking ready to dart to the south just the same to avoid those two men at a distance, but approaching through the rush of morning foot traffic near the river.

The shouting had alerted Arabella to the river, simply because she was used to the regular early morning sounds and that shout was out of place. So was the sudden bustle of activity. It does have her oblivious to the presence of both her brother and the Albrici heir. Hearing her name she reluctantly looks away from what is developing to see who had hailed her. Noticing the approaching Raffiano, she gives a wave and a motion towards the man who is trying to get away with the others in pursuit. Maybe she distracted Raffiano just then too, because he bumps into none other than her brother! "Carefu…!" the warning is too late and is drowned out mostly by the shouts of stopping a man. Her eyes widen and she gets to her feet, but she cannot tackle a man who was larger than her and she was in a dress and there were so many reasons she could not. "Get him!" she shouts to Alivse, just in case he was close enough to do so.
Smacked abruptly out of his reverie, Alvise's eyes widen visibly, he holds up his hands in a seemingly defensive posture, and he begins to say, "I didn't even know she…" before stopping himself and actually noticing what's happening around him. He begins to reassure the man who had bumped into him that he, Alvise, was absolutely fine and not to bother himself about it when the cries from the other men crossing the river, and that of his own sister, who he had not previously noted as being at all present, reach his ears. His eyes lock briefly with the man, who then glances away down the river road to the south. Alvise sighs deeply and says, "Signore, it is far too early of a morning to be doing a running and a chasing thing. Should we not, rather, discuss this over a nice glass of fortified wine and determine through those means as to further action with respect to those men, and ownership of items, and the like?" He hopes to hold the man in place with words rather than arms, as the latter could end up being pummeled in so doing.
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| Alvise (Manipulate) |
| -----— |
| Success |
| -
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| Skill: 10 Mod: 0 Total: 10 |
| Roll: 1 Status: |
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"What," is the only ponderance of Raffiano as this unfolds and then he listens. Get him? He too reaches for the man, less with words and more by force.

Regardless, the man gives pause as Alvise says it can be discussed. The men have a little more time before they arive (OOC: a couple rounds). He hesitates at the words for now, "Signore, I assure you, something is stolen. This crest from their house," he indicates his stomach, which if one looked, they might see a bump there. A boar's face if one studied detail of the outline. "They have insulted the matre of Vosari, I shall not let them slander my mother." By retaliating with a defacing of their home it would seem, whomever they are for now. BUt he looks close to bolting again.
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| Raffiano (Dex) |
| -----— |
| Failed |
| -
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| Attribute: 12 Roll: 14 |
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While her brother has him talking and Raffiano grabs for him, Arabella approaches, just holding her book in her hand. "Is everything okay?" Wisely, she remains out of reach of the scoundrel but when he shows his stomach, she turns her head and takes another step back. "What do you mean? Be clear in what you are saying," she tells him with confusion. "How do they slander your mother?"
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| Alvise (Arbitrary) |
| -----— |
| Success Just |
| -
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| Arbitrary |
| Trait: 12 Roll: 19 |
| Just |
| Trait: 8 Roll: 4 |
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It actually turns out at this moment that Alvise has a sort of vague interest in seeing the right thing done. The complicated thing is that it's not 100% clear what the right thing is. But, rather than washing his hands of the whole thing, Alvise will stick around and try to help figure it out. "Indeed, Signore," Alvise says, "we should determine the justice of this matter. What is the insult, and is your response personal in nature or in Vindicti?"

Staying for the moment, as he has a little time before the men arrive (1 more round), the man responds to both the members of House Sabastino. "They have accused my mother of sleeping with spirits, saying that my father has been …" A pause a look to the Signora, he doesn't finish, but implies his father has been beat in the race to father children with their mother through trickery. He coughts, "We are no monsters, they should not slander House Vosari like this." Then he breaths in and slowly shakes his head, "It is not Vindicti, I wished not to inform my father of the insults but to deal with it on my own." So the law would still apply regarding stealing, he would be punished most likely. Not even need for a trial, he's admitted his wrong doing to witnesses.
Raffiano grins a little, stealing a house emblem from the house itself is something he might do himself, but he lifts a hand to his face, crossing his other hand over his chest, covering the grin while trying to look just as serious.
Then men catching up from the bridge call, "Guards, arrest that man!" ANd such, as there is a group of three guards rounding a corner just to the south. The man looks ready to jump back in the river at the moment.
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| Arabella (Just) |
| -----— |
| Success Just |
| -
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| Just |
| Trait: 11 Roll: 4 |
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Carmilla arrives from the Piazza del Viatora.
Carmilla has arrived.

Arabella looks confused a moment until the explanation is given but she still looks between her brother and Raffiano leaving any decisions to them. What she does do is step back in case the man decides to make a run for it, or fight, or get arrested or anything. Her book still in hand, she doesn't try and talk the man into doing anything, but she does listen, wondering aloud, "What will you do?" To both Alvise and Raffiano.

Alvise smiles, just a bit, as his sister Arabella steps back. Though she is the younger of the two by a few years, she has also often acted from a more certain footing than the diffident Alvise. Her tacit admission that the current situation is more complicated than determining who is currently following the letter of the law with correctness emboldens him a bit, he would have to admit, if asked. "I will begin by thanking you for your explanation, Signore, and point out that your courtesy in so conversing with me has cost you. Your path to the south is no longer clear and your pursuers approach as well. You are not in the right under the law, as you know, but the penalty for your actions under that law will be greater than you seemingly deserve. Thus, I put it to you as well, Signore. What will you now do?" He bends down to adjust his boot and further comments, "Though you are at greater disadvantage now, I must confess that I am not in a good position to hinder your escape, should you attempt to do so."

Coming from the north with a basket in hand, Carmilla moves slowly, as if enjoying the view of the river or just skimming it for a good location to practise her craft. However, the sight of guards and a few familiar faces cause her eyebrows to tilt and rise, the girl hurries her steps closer to the scene, offering Arabella a curtsy from afar, trying to give her some sort of assurance that she isn't alone.

Raffiano isn't sure himself, but as Arabella includes him on deciding what to do, it helps remove the grin he'd had at the situation. Another cough and he lowers his hand. "Maybe the Guard could utilize the stocks? Just a brief visit, and all will be well? No need for trials?" That's Raffiano's thoughts on the matter. At least.
This gives the man pause enough, as the other nobles seem to sort of see the imbalance of crime to punishment in the moment. Its enough for the others to beat feet nearby and start slowing. One is reaching for his sword, "Trial by Combat." He says, demanding towards the Wyvern Guard yet not drawing his sword. And the Wyvern's are nearing, returning, "What's this about?" They will, turn towards the senior most member of the nobility present. "What's this and what's to be done Signore?"

Having been about to look at some of the trees near the wall to determine their worth a building supplies, the commotion nearby is enough to draw Livino's attention. Rising to his feet to brush off his knees, the gaunt engineer makes his way over towards the grouping, standing nearby Carmilla as he tilts his head curiously at catching the tail-end of the conversation. "Trial by combat?" he asks quietly of her. "…it seems serious, does it not?"

It was alarming the swiftness in which a trial by combat had been declared and Arabellla gapes a little with incredulity. It is not her place to intervene though, but she leaves her brother and Raffiano to do so. Catching sight of Carmilla she moves closer to her, glad to have others around. "Good morning," she says briefly, "Though I am not certain how good of a morning it truly is!" A nod is given to Livino as well, since he was near the more familiar Carmilla. "He is being accused of theft, but he was been deeply insulted and harassed before the theft, as far as I know. From what the man says anyway."

"Ah. Well," Alvise notes to the Wyvern, "we appear to have a dispute between these Signori. A request for Trial by Combat has been given, but not yet responded to." He then says, by way of exposition, mostly for the benefit of the Signore who had absconded with the crest, "The Trial by Combat is always dangerous, but quick, and the participants, depending on how deep the wound inflicted, could well both be enjoying themselves in various debauched ways later this afternoon. If not accepted, of course, the matter would be remanded to the Major Council for trial." He winces a bit while saying, "At that sort of trial, the facts of the matter would be examined at length. Thus, one must weight the risks of personal injury against the time and, uh, publicity of the jury process." Having thus thoroughly explained the matter to the persons most likely to already know all about them, Alvise waits to see whether the Trial by Combat is accepted.

"I am certain it does, Signore." Carmilla says, turning back to see the incoming Living and offering him a nod, while furrowing her eyebrows at the scene. Noticing Arabella moving closer helps the girl in feeling comfortable enough to flash a quick smile, "Good morning, Signora, however good it is, I'm sure we can all make it better." The talk about Trial by Combat causes her to flinch, "I'm not sure how this works… the first one to wound their opponent is considered to be right or do they have to yield?" Maybe it's better to not even consider a third option.

"In a trial by combat, first they determine - first blood, first wound, or even to incapactiation or death. Theft could possibly bring the latter, were it to be warranted, considering what was stolen." Livino offers to Carmilla. "Though I am not sure of the article in question, be an item or a signora's heart or what have you. But the one that is injured not only yields, and was considered in the wrong, but the punishment has been dealt in the injury as well, and the item either returned or forgotten."

"Trial by combat," says the man who stole the goods, as if questioningly.
"Trial by Combat it is," intones a guard, accepting this. He has two companies, who try to make a circle, "Clear way, clear way, Trial by combat!" They move about.
The thief, noble as his birth might be, says, "I am not well to fight, I elect a champion." He says this even as one of the other two is drawing a sword to get in that circle. The man of House Vosari points at Raffiano, "I elect this man to defend my right."
If Raffiano was drinking, he would of sprayed it out, his choke nearly indicates as much. "Whaat?" Then a chuckle, "I mean yeah, but … I don't even know what House Albrici thinks of House Vosari, let alone, to defend such honor at your words." The he hears Carmilla, and nods, pointing to her, "Yes yes, it seems I shall defend Hose Vosari by yielding to these fine Signori here. I am bested this day, alas, I could not defend the honor of the Matre di Vosari as these scoundrels have shamed her so." He looks nearly heartstricken, but it fades, that look. Nodding more, "Yes, we must return the item immediately and time must be spend in the stocks."
The Signore of House Vosari looks perplexed, but is removing the stolen ceramic emblem of the boar's head from his doublet, to hand over, "What?" He looks more convused now as he hands it to the Wyvern Guard.

"Yield!" Arabella calls out, trying for the least of the evils in her own mind, shying away from incapacitation and death. "Surely the offense is not so grave as to require something that permanent." Then Raffiano is chosen and she gasps, looking to Carmilla and then Alvise. Having never seen Raffiano fight before, but hear about him training, she just looks concerned and takes a step back again, since swords were going to be drawn and swung around.
"It would be more exciting to chellenge them to something that wasn't so brutal. To create, don't you think, Signora?" Livino asks of Carmilla and Arabella idly as the conditions are set. "So they are to fight to yield." That brings a slight nod to the man as he reaches into his pockets to bring up a piece of wood and a small knife to whittle at it with.

"The matter is seemingly settled," Alvise notes, "the accusers being found to be in the right and their property now returned to them. I think we should all be aware of the role of House Albrici in helping to determine the right of the matter. Thank you, Signore." He bows to Raffiano and casually mentions, "I would caution anyone who might theoretically have desired a bloodier conclusion to the matter against publicly making a statement to that effect, since it could also, theoretically, be taken as a comment against the honor of a Great House of Matora." He definitely tries not to smile while so saying.

"A swift end, thankfully!" Carmilla brings both hands towards her mouth, her basket moving up to the height of her neck as she sighs. The girl now resumes her appearant cheerfulness, turning back to Livino and offering him a proper smile this time. "I agree, Signore. It is my opnion that part of our purpose here is to create. Life would be most boring without beautiful and ingenous creations."

"Ah. I do create beautiful and ingenous creations, Signora. But those that I create are used in the art of the siege." Livino explains, a polite applause for the end of the 'Trial by Combat'. He gives Carmilla a brief bow of his head. "I am Livino di Arbore, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, even at this so unfortunate and bloody event." There's a slight tease in his voice - obviously pleased that blood was not spilled.
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| Raffiano (Modest) |
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| Success Modest |
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| Modest |
| Trait: 8 Roll: 4 |
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"It could also have been far worse as well," Arabella tells Livino and Carmilla both, even though they were aware. As she listens to her brother, she gives a more solemn nod. With curiosity though, she watches what will be the trial by combat, "Despite everything, I hope Signore Raffiano wins victory over the other."

Grinning, amused, Raffiano would have fought too, for the sake of fighting even. He does take heart to the words of Alvize, normally he might boast about himself even, but the company and the guards, he does lower his smile. "Ah, yes, settled, in thanks to the wisdom of Signore Alvise di Sabastino and the intervention of all." He looks at the offender, with a shrug, like those are the breaks. "I am sorry Signore, there are ways to better address such a slight." Like Vindicti, or not getting caught even. He grins to Arabella then, "If it was your honor, I would not have backed down, certainly, and won rightly so." Then he looks to the group talking, "What is this of creation contests? That the smarter one would prevail? I think maybe, just maybe, the smarter one wouldn't be in such a mess to begin with?"

Ah, well, ascribing wisdom to one with comparatively little of it is a classic tactic for having your compliment completely believed by the receiver. Alvise demonstrates this truism admirably by smiling and saying to Raffiano, "You are too kind, Signore," in a tone of voice that indicates, instead, that just the proper amount of kindness has been applied. To the offender, he takes a moment to mention, "This matter of theft has been disposed with and you will be punished for it. The other matter you mentioned in passing has not been decided, as I see it. The indignity of this day may show you the importance of holding fast on another day, Signore." Then, his personal involvement in the whole thing apparently not weighing further on his conscience, he turns back towards the small group gathering around, to partake in that conversation.

"Well, they should help bring a swift end to wars too." Carmilla suggests to Livino with a shrug and a chuckle, "I am Carmilla, just so, as my birth doesn't entitle me to a surname. My creations are more focused in ourselves and the nature." The girl offers him a small curtsy before focusing back on both Arabella and Raffiano, "I agree, Signora." Though she doesn't make it clear to which sentence she's agreeing to, "I'll have to disagree, Signore, a smart person can get in trouble in purpose, but why the do it is beyond my capabilities."

"Nor does the smartest person make the most beautiful creation." Livino adds in agreement to Carmilla's statement. "It wasn't a mention of brawn or brain - just that it would be interesting to see what the result of such a challenge would be. There was no insult meant towards you or others in that regard."

It was all rather anticlimactic for Arabella and she lifts her book, tucking it against her. "I should go, I have to get to a few things I had planned for the day." Carmilla gets a warm smile, "See you again soon, I hope." Her brother also gets a smile. "I will see you at home later." The Sabastino place was really close, she could likely look out her window and watch the happenings here. It is Raffiano who gets a roll of those eyes when he mentions fighting for her honor and not backing down. "I have yet to see you fight for anything," she says with more than a little amusement. As she departs, Livino is given a smile that still holds echoes of the amusement from Raffiano's quip she had delivered. "A pleasure, Signore, truly. Have a good afternoon."

Arabella leaves, heading towards the Piazza del Viatora [N].
Arabella has left.

Listening to those that remain, Raffiano nods to Arabella, "Good day Signora." He can be civil, and he is now. But turning to the other two, its more curiousity and interest that plays out in his mind. "No insult taking Singore and Signora," he includes Carmilla, "I just find it a curiousity myself what such a challenge might look like. I suppose you are right, being intelligence does not mean the same as wisdom and even one could find trouble on purpose. I wonder what such results would be, or the bounds even. Is it just the creation of anything, or would it be governed. Say the best work of art, or the most fluid poem. And I imagine there would be time constraints imposed on the competitors in such a trial, what affect would that have on the outcomes?" He hasn't a clue outside of curuious about it now that its brought u for topic.

"Maybe that happens because creations come from the soul," Carmilla suggests, placing a hand over her chin as she ponders about Livino's words. Arabella's smile is returned with another, equally warm, "I hope so too, Signora, you know where to find me, so have a good afternoon!" She waves to the woman, before Raffiano makes she think even more, "I suppose it'd need a certain theme or at least guidelines, otherwise it'd be hard to even judge who did it best. Maybe it's something that can be done for fun, though? Like a small contest for patronage?"

"Perhaps. It would be something I would need to discuss with my older brother and sister - they would appreciate such a contest, I'm sure." comes Livino's response as he offers a small bow towards Arabella as she departs. Putting away the wood and knife for now, he considers. "I should return to my own work now that the excitement has faded for now." There's a bow to the pair. "A good afternoon to you both, Signora and Signore." With that, he's heading on his way too.

Alvise murmurs his farewells to Arabella as she departs. Listening to the conversation about creation as a contest, he nods along as various people make points, not yet finding a spot that would benefit from his conversational insights. The group begins to slip apart as he considers how to contribute, however, leaving the world just that little bit darker in response. He is certain that his own contribution would have been standout.

"Perhaps we can see about such a contest then," returns Raffiano to Carmilla, "I think I should like to contribute to a prize for such an occasion, but maybe I can talk to my brother as well." He considers it, and then another is parting, "Good day to you Signore." He bows, but not knowing the name of the man, it is left there. As he looks back at the other two. Alvise is just as silent, "I suppose I could dwell upon this all day, but perhaps I should become productive. Somehow. Such as storing ale for transport to House Ablrici." As if that was serious, and by storing it, he means smuggling it in his belly from the alehouse or tavern to his families aboad, but he sounded serious at least. "I think I should be you all good day as well, Signori, Signora."

Alvise takes the moment to make his exit as well. He utters only a general, "Farewell," as he goes, as he is not at all certain was still involved in a conversation rather than just standing in the middle of a road. His perception has not been up to snuff today, but he takes comfort in the knowledge that, if anyone was listening to him, he told them farewell, and, if no one was listening to him, they did not hear him say anything at all.
Alvise leaves, heading towards the Dockside [S].
Alvise has left.
Livino has left.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Signore." Carmilla offer another polite cursty to Livino as he announces his departure and then turns to see the other men leaving, "Well, I hope your brother won't mind that I'm giving you many ideas lately, Signore, I wish you a good day!" She says, checking some materials from her basket, before continuing southwards.

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