On Saturday at 9 by the Eastern clock, Fight Night will be held at the Cadentia Bazaar!

The Cadentia Bazaar is a mile-long market street, winding its way past stalls and storefronts selling rare spices from beyond the desert, salvaged parts from space hulks, enchanted trinkets, fine silks, and other goods from all across the Multiverse.

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Halfway down the bazaar is a space enclosed by towering columns, brightly patterned awnings and banners that dangle all the way to the floor. The air is thick with the smell of spices, grilled food on skewers and strong drink, served by the vendors clustered around the edges. Mosaic tiles spiral into the shape of four dueling rings, with shimmering protective wards flaring to life as soon as the fights begin, signalled by the heavy tolling of a bell.

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In the center is a massive, headless statue with plush cushions piled into its lap, serving as a perch for the caller overseeing the duels.

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((Fight Night is held on the #annex channel of Rings of Discord. A more detailed description of the setting will be in the pinned messages of the #annex channel. Please use this thread to post your character’s outfits and anything about your character visiting the bazaar that you wish to share ahead of the event!))

Mallory showed up to the Bazaar late in the afternoon, taking several hours to browse for wares for the Lyceum — as well as a few items of clothing and jewelry for herself and Eri.

Before the duels started she set up shop in one of the stalls looking out on the rings, lining the edges with gauzy crimson curtains and affixing a lambda over a brass scroll to the very top, marking the stall with the symbol of her store. She had draughts of speed and strength, focus and vigor; rods of battle and wands of steel, to transform the graceful motions of an experienced swordsman into magical spells, or to conjure clashing blades with the simple swish-and-flick that scholarly wizards were more accustomed to; and enchanted trinkets designed to bolster the defenses of the wearer or bend luck in subtle ways.

All of it a critical aid to duelists, or so she would claim as she hawked her wares to fighters and spectators leading up to and throughout the fights.

Not that she wouldn't fight. The small vials of blood she kept tucked into the stitching in the waist of her skirt were useful conjuring agents, and in a moment she could create a crimson specter to watch the stall and engage with customers in her stead; or to drift out into the rings to do battle at her bidding.

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Eden spent the day exploring all the different shops and stalls at the Cadentia Bazaar.

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And on Kheldar's advice, she spent the afternoon finding a way to wear Pathfinder, the green opal now set in a new brass cuff on her wrist.

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