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Valardin-Laurent Tournament: Ring Jousting!

Come on down to the tournament grounds and try your hand at ring jousting! Competitors will ride down the line and attempt to catch three rings on their lance, as quickly and accurately as possible.

There could be some kind of prize in it for you if you win! But who knows what it will be! A MYSTERY.

OOC Ring Jousting Info:

@check dexterity + ride at 25 - If the roll is negative, add that number to the standard difficulty for hitting the rings.

@checks at 15, 20, 25 for dexterity + medium wpn (or huge wpn, sure why not).

Date

Sept. 15, 2018, 8 p.m.

Hosted By

Cristoph Alis

Participants

Fecundo Felicia Sunaia Caelis Violet Norwood Helia Brogan Lisebet Marcas Tesha Vicente Amari Lethe Nuala Jael Thorley Waldemai

Organizations

Laurent Valardin

Location

Arx - Ward of the Compact - Tournament Grounds

Largesse Level

Grand

Comments and Log


Waldemai has joined the General Seating.

Sunaia has joined the Field.

Helia has joined the General Seating.

Fecundo comes in with a horse whose stable brand declares it from the Volkovs, leading it towards the field for the joust.

Fecundo has joined the Field.

River, a juvenile Oakhaven bloodhound, 3 Tyde Houseguard arrive, following Amari.

Erin, Crimson Blades Private, Jin, Cranky Crimson Blades Sergeant, Gale, The Mighty Pupper, 2 Crimson Blades Lieutenant, Private Fane, Crimson Blade Assistant arrive, following Violet.

Tesha has joined the the Beverage Tent.

Alizarin, an ethereal bard arrives, following Nuala.

Felicia is among those clearly intending to compete, given the armor... and the whopping huge black warhorse on the lead behind her. But she's not in a particular hurry, given that she's chatting with Brogan, Violet and Thorley on her way in,"Been a while... think last time I competed I was representing Princess Alarissa."

Norwood has joined the line.

Felicia has joined the line.

Perhaps one of the more unprepossessing entrants is Sunaia. She lacks gleaming armour, and rides a trail-broken old dark bay who may have been sleek and handsome in his youth, but has begun to show his age. The energy of the tourney grounds is sufficient to make the old gelding pick up his hooves a little more, a ghostly echo of the prancing he was once capable of. The Ashford in the saddle makes no such effort, sitting squared and quiet, without flourish or evident impatience. Pale eyes roam the other competitors rather than the crowd.

Sunaia has joined the line.

The tournament grounds are all ready for the ring jousting. There's a lane set up with the three rings placed at different intervals, the easiest to snag is at the front and the final two are just a little harder to reach with the lance. There is ample seating, the concessions and beverage tent are going and there's a set up area for the contestants to congregate at. Cristoph is wandering around, checking on things with Alis. His forearm is still in its cast and probably will be for a few more weeks. It doesn't stop him from using that arm to wave around at people.



When it seems like the bulk of their competitors have gathered, he'll blow a whistle to get everyones attention. It's loud and annoying, sorry Alis. "Welcome folks! We hope that you have a fine time today. I'd like it if the jousters could get organized and we'll get started. There are three rings, you need to score get each one and do it better than the last person." He smiles crookedly, "Good luck! Whoever wins will be the recipient of a fine aeterna hunting cloak!"

Fecundo has joined the line.

Felicia has joined the Field.

Alis clangs alongside Cristoph, hands clasped behind her back as they walk the grounds and inspect everything. Of course, she happens to be walking on the side where his cast is, and his gesticulating arm - so at one point she rolls her eyes and ducks around him to the /other/ side. "That thing smells like eggs, I don't care what you try and tell me." those closest will hear her mutter. At least the whistle doesn't bother her, and probably because she has two children. One of which is just as loud as she is. Did she even blink at the shrill sound? NOPE! Thanks Ellara! "We thought maybe this would result in fewer broken limbs." The dimples in her smile show, and she nudges the Duke with her elbow. Lightly. "Have fun and good luck, everyone!"

Amari has joined the line.

Entering the grounds, Caelis sweeps her dark hair back from her face with a hand. Eying the jousting field, the Princess drags her feet to the General seating instead, giving Alis a wave as she passes.

Violet is here to cheer on her friend. Holding her hand is Tala, looking at Felicia's charger with absolute adoration. "Pretty horsey!" She coos, causing Violet to chuckle. "Uhoh, is he gotta go potty?" And then she laughs as she heads for the stands. "Luck!" Violet calls.

"I have half a mind to take him back to the basics of Riding." Norwood says this as an aside when Alis and Cristoph pass by. He's doing the last touches to make sure HE doesn't fall off his horse out there on the field before pulling himself upon his horse.

Caelis has joined the General Seating.

With a few quick steps, Helia skips to her seat in the general seating, whereupon she drops her butt down in a manner that suggests gravity is on her side. Light, graceful, her descent barely causes an impact when she hits the bench (or chair, or whatever). Then she notices the other occupants of the seating, and lifts her hand in a friendly wave. "Lady Lethe, Master Waldemai! Hello!" And there's Amari, too. Another wave for her and a loud, "Lady Amari! Hello!"

Marcas has joined the General Seating.

Tesha has left the the Beverage Tent.

Violet has joined the Far Stands.

"I still do not understand why I'm not allowed to compete by throwing about riders." This comes from Brogan in a faux-grumbling tone betrayed by a smartass grin on his face. He tries to look to others for support. "Hell, I'll pick up the horse if I must. That'd be much harder though. Clearly I need more liquid encouragement!" Brogan considers Felicia a moment and grins wider suddenly, then shakes his head side to side reconsidering whatever justc ame to his mind. "No No. I don't want to be a pin cushion. Ok enjoy your Stabby-Stick play, Fel!" Brogan of course, heads for the booze tent, but does call to Violet. "Hey Violet, whatcha want?!" One can take the Mn from the Mountain, but...

Lisebet comes along, on her own, except for her trusty guard. She's very much looking like she's never even seen a horse, never mind ridden one. She heads over to the concession stand first, to get a drink, and then turns to decide where to sit. As she spies those she knows, they get a friendly wave or a nod.

The large northerner, Marcas, steps onto the tournament grounds. For a moment, it looks like he might make his way to the field, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword -- but then, after eyeing all the fancy ladies and lords with their fancy horses, his shoulders shift and he instead heads over to find a spot amongst the general seating.

Tesha arrives to watch the Joust by herself, because the Telmar noble doesn't have an escort. Looks like she doesn't need one with the young black mastiff that is trailing her. She makes her way over to the beverage tent to grab a drink and then she looks around to see where she might sit to get a good seat to watch the jousting. Though she does catch sight of Brogan and there's a smile to him, "Lord Nightgold, you're looking well." she greets him.

Vicente enters into the grounds with a steady pace and a half sway of his arms in the opposite direction of his legs. His eyes scan about the area with a regular movement while still allowing the bulk of his attention to be directed to his general direction of the stands. His eyes have a faint red tint around the edges but otherwise he has a healthy appearance about him.

Amari strolls in holding the reigns of the most patient looking horse of all time, an white mare who looks more like a distinguished old matriarch than a spring foal. Apparently she's competing, because she leads Clopsy to the field to listen to Cristoph as if she is. She has a horse, and all. No armor, but she has the horse, so that's a proper start. Hearing her name she turns back to the stands and waves to Helia, and Lethe.

Sunaia scrubs a hand along the gelding's weedy neck beneath his mane. It's a bit sunken but he's ear-pricked and bright-eyed, showing far more eagerness than his lady for this enterprise. Something quiet is said to him by the Ashford, something which makes his ears swivel back while he chews on his bit. Something which sounds very much like, "...no heart attacks, alright?"

Lethe talks quietly with those sitting beside her, but she does give a wave back to Amar and her horse.

"You already get to throw enough of the rider's often enough." Felicia offers with a saccharine smile Brogan's way, laughing for Tala's words before she realizes, oh, ugh. Bad Wrecking Ball. She has to wait for the horse to stop dropping his load before heading out to the field to join the others with a friendly grin.

Cristoph laughs when they pass Norwood, shaking his head. "Fall off your horse a few dozen times and suddenly you need riding lessons again." He throws a quick smile in the man's direction before he trails along with Alis to wherever she's going next.

"Just cider for me, thanks!" Violet replies to Brogan as she settles down with Tala at her side. When she spies Lisebet she waves a hand at the woman.

"That is generally how it works." Norwood tosses backto Cristoph before leaning forward to pet his mount's neck once. A few steps forward brings him to Amari's side. "Jousting with us today Lady Amari?"

Nadine arrives, following Jael.

Alis waves enthusiastically to her sister in law. "Get 'em, Caelis!" she calls out, clearly not ocnsidering the bias it might show. "Baron Clement. Clearly this is why Duke Laurent is hosting and judging today. So that he can learn a few new tricks and remain seated next time." she winks at the newly married man, and then continues on her way towards the judging booth so that they can let people get started and not trample them.

Caelis has joined the line.

Nuala has joined the General Seating.

Jael has joined the line.

Caelis has left the General Seating.

Caelis has joined the Field.

Wulfwin, the Ambitious Squire arrives, following Thorley.

Blowing Alis a kiss, Caelis decides to take up jousting as well, trotting over to the field and leaving the seats. Someone has to fill in for Edain after all.

Norwood checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 25, rolling 54 higher.

Turn in line: Norwood

Thorley has joined the line.

Norwood checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 38 higher.

Norwood checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 38 higher.

Norwood checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 25, rolling 23 higher.

Amari turns to Norwood with a smile that quickly fades as she considers something, suddenly, "We won't hit each other with lances, will we?" She's not really attired for that sort of violence. "I'll try if not. Good luck!"

Tesha has joined the the Beverage Tent.

Nuala practically drags along her white-haired bardic assistant into the tournament field. Wide-eyed, Alizarin looks at everything. She looks at the competitors on the field and the seats. She doesn't point and stare at Alis, but looks on at nearly everyone. They get up several feet into the stands and the princess wraps her arm tighter around the slim woman, hauling her away to an open spot. Here is the difference between a somewhat seasoned warrior-princess and the woman responsible for writing the histories about such things.

Lisebet chuckles at the back and forth that can be had, taking her mead and lookng towards the general seating. Alis gets a wave, as do a few others. The young Farshaw Lady is definitely looking more like a Lycene noble today, by her way of dress. She shakes her head, watching to see who is going to compete. "Lady Amari! Good luck!" she calls, surprised by that one competitor.

Felicia checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 25, rolling 7 higher.

Despite being in an elegant dress, Jael charges onto the field with a bundle in her arms at nearly a full run. "I got it! It's finished and I got it and I completely did not forget to go fetch it until the last minute," she calls, shoving the bundle into her brother's arms. GENTLY. Then she whirls and jogs towards the grounds, where a groom awaits with her black war stallion.

Lisebet has joined the the Beverage Tent.

Turn in line: Felicia

Felicia checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 55 higher.

"I do hope he learns //something//. I would hate to have to take him in hand again." That's said with a wink to Cristoph, before he pats Amari's shoulder gently. "Not this time. Off to the races now, as Norwood urges his horse forward and skewers the three rings.

Felicia checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 32 higher.

Felicia checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 25, rolling 33 higher.

Out of the mouths of Babes. Brogan chuckles, he is proud of being a terrible influence clearly. Then he nods sharply towards Tesha and waves. "Lady Telmar, why thank you. It's a new workout I've been doing, I think. You are looking excellent, yourself." For Felicia's own jab he tries to adopt a wounded and innocent look. It's a total failure. His head turns to violet. "Wait. As in regular cider?" The man looks appalled, and rolls his eyes. "Oh right. You have a reason. Okay, fine. I shall bring /cider/." Theres a wave at Nuala and Jael as well on his way to the beverage tent.

Sunaia checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 25, rolling 2 higher.

Brogan has joined the the Beverage Tent.

Sunaia checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 24 higher.

Sunaia checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 11 higher.

Sunaia checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 25, rolling 20 higher.

Violet watches as the tournament begins. Cheering on Norwood, and then Felicia. At her side Tala squeels and claps gleefully. But her eyes keep straying to those still waiting their turn. To one certain Sword waiting his turn.

Turn in line: Sunaia

Tesha gives a look to Brogan and there's a laugh, "I wonder what workout that is." she looks to him. Then there's a soft smile, "Thank you for the compliment. I just felt like being a bit more presentable this evening." she offers in an idle way. "Are you going to joust or just hear to watch with friends?" she asks the man.

Marcas folds his arms as he lounges in his seat, waiting for the horseman to get into place. The arrival of the Redrain princess gets his attention, nodding towards Nuala -- though whether she sees him, being hauled off like she is -- is debateable. Either way, he's peering back towards the field soon enough.

Wrecking Ball is clearly in A Mood today. The huge black stallion fractious in his head-tossing and impatient stomping while Felicia waits to take her turn, eschewing the smaller offerings in favor of selecting the biggest lance available. It takes some nudging to get to the right line and get the horse focused before she lets him have his head, thundering across the field to collect the rings and join Norwood at the opposing side with a jangling salute of the lance in the direction of her companions.

Sunaia and East's performance matches their appearance: solid but unexceptional, without the flash and flair one prefers from exhibition knights. The gelding summons up an impressive bit of head-tossing and tail flicking before his rider urges him into a collected gallop down the line-- as if to say 'take that, youngsters! I've still got it!'. His rider is focused less on the others than keeping the tip of her lance steady, thankfully, and it pays off: one, two, three the rings snap into place, swung skyward with raised lance as Sunaia reins him slower and to the side. A nod is given those who precede, respectfully.

Cristoph gently accepts the parcel that's gently thrust into his hands and laughs, watching as Jael rushes off to her horse. "She /did/ get it," he tells Alis giving the cloak in his hands a little shake. He carefully opens it up so that he can look over the details and whistles. Standing back, he watches the impressive show given by those who have already gone. "I feel like the quality of riders has really gone up lately."

Turn in line: Fecundo

Fecundo checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 25, rolling 8 higher.

Fecundo checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 47 higher.

Fecundo checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 36 higher.

Fecundo checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 25, rolling 45 higher.

Nuala waves in return to Brogan down there, acknowledging a fellow northerner. If she could hear cider, she would thoroughly approve. Unfortunately the usual noise is too difficult. Better than she looks elsewhere to see if she recognizes any of the competitors. That gives her a chance to wave to Marcas, too.

Alis blows a kiss back at Caelis, and then instead of hopping to her seat she keeps standing (so people can see her) and leans against the sturdy wool railing of the booth. "He came in like a Wreeeecking Ballll." she sing-songs, as Felicia and her steed get ready to rumble and Norwood starts everyone off. "She did? Oh good. Good. I was worried for a minute we might just be handing out a..." her voice lowers, so that she can murmur the rest. And then she nods her agreement. "It has. hasn't it. We have to make this more difficult next time."

Well, since Norwood has assured Amari that nobody intends to hit her with a lance, she climbs up onto her horse and gives her neck a reassuring pat. It'll be fine, Clopsy. Just fine. Hearing her name again, she twists and picks Lady Lisebet out of the crowd and waves cheerfully. "Thank you!" She'll definitely need that luck. The lance she's brought isn't held with any particular skill or confidence, it's all she can do to keep it aloft as she watches everyone else ahead of her thunder down the line and make short work of the rings. "They're so good." She has to admit to herself, before noticing that Jael has arrived. "Lady Jael! I think you have some competition here."

Violet beams at Brogan as he brings her a cider. "You are a dear bear-man," She says with a teasing tone. Tala giggles and repeats the name, squeaking cutely in her mirth.

Lisebet's attention is mostly on the field, but she heads for the far stands. On the way she waves to some of the others who are watching, inclining her head politely. Her smile is friendly and polite. And once she gets close to the far stands, her expression brightens, as she catches sight of Violet. "I thought I might join you?" she offers to the other woman, warmly, before she settles into a seat. Her gaze goes to Brogan and to Tala curiously.

Wearing the favor of Isidora Valardin, Fecundo mounts up, checks his lance and then urges his steed on. His riding is smooth, but his work with the lance is what is more to watch. With little difficulty, he captures the three rings without fail, holding up the lance with one hand, the other moving to touch that favor before he circles around to clear the lane for the next rider.

Lisebet has left the the Beverage Tent.

Lisebet has joined the Far Stands.

Thorley has joined the Field.

When Alis mentions making it more difficult next time, Cristoph nods solemnly. Jousting is serious business. "We really are, maybe we can have the rings be on fire next time." He waves his cast at her, "Have you signed this yet?"

Turn in line: Amari

Amari checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 25, rolling 17 lower.

Norwood nods to Felicia when she joins him on the other side. "Well rode Dame Felicia, absolutely flawless." Admiration is clear in the older man's voice as he keeps his seat neatly to watch the others move onto the field and take down the rings. It's almost Amari's turn and he'll call out, "Ride well Lady Amari!"

"Amari!" Jael calls as she alights onto her horse's back. But then it's the Keaton's turn to ride, so she sits and watches, nibbling a fingernail.

Amari checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 32, rolling 19 lower.

From the General Seating comes a raised voice, amplified through the hands Helia has circled around her mouth. "Good riding, well done!" At least she has the grace not to let rip with the outdoor voice at any juncture when a horse is charging, or might be easily spooked. Nobody needs a broken arm today!

Amari checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 37, rolling 23 lower.

Amari checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 42, rolling 27 lower.

Alis waves her hand in front of her nose. "I've been avoiding it." she quips, rolling her eyes. But, there is her adjutant suddely being SO helpful and shoving a quill already dipped in ink at her. So, the Princess sighs. And scribbles her name on the cast. Alongside a little mini flail as an exclamation point. "No more breaking your arm. Also, it should be an obstacle course /and/ flaming rings."

Violet grins at Lisebet and gestures to the benches beside her. "Please do!" She says cheerfully. Tala smiles shyly but bobs her head to the lady.

Opening his mouth to answer, Brogan pauses, and reconsiders. "Oh Uh. Lifting heavy things. Drinkin'." He gestures to the other woman being 'presentable'. "Well you look great! Oh ah, I'm here with Fel and her friends and family." Brogan points a meaty hand towards his friend the Wrecking Ball. Then he cheers for Felicia as she does get herself some rings. "Not going to lie. I thought I was here to wach people shove oversided pointy sticks into each other." There is a long sigh of regret at such an opportunity not gained. Then hes got a drink order to put in, and deliver. Of course he beams at being called a bear-man. "We need more. Or I need more! Hello!" The last is towards Lisebet and he turns towards her and winks. Then he heads back to the tent for more, picking up with poor Tesha like he didn't break off. "You should join us in the stands! Ooh, Go Amari!!" Then he is wincing as it doesn't look like he is good luck for poor Amari at the moment.

"As was your run, Baron Clement." the slight emphasis Felicia gives Norwood's title given with a grin and a respectful dip of her head his way, green eyes as much on the stands as on the other competitors as she keeps her stallion on a short rein, the butt of her lance resting against her stirrup to keep both under control while waiting for the others to take their runs.

Vicente has joined the General Seating.

Alis is overheard praising Amari: Courage is in the attempt, not the result. Well done, Lady Amari!

Vicente sits down at the general seating but not joining anyone specific. His eyes focus on the participants but makes no guesture or sign for any of the riders. His right forearm rests against his thigh while his left hand goes against his knee. His leaning forward shows a level of interest but his expression does not seem especially excited over the event itself.

Lisebet settles in, flashing a smile. "Thank you." Her attention is on Amari's run, and she watches curiously, holding her breath. She does manage a smile at Brogan's wink, amused. She sips her own drink, not quite yet ready for more but it won't be long. Tala's nod gets a friendly smile,

Amari's horse goes, when she applies pressure with her heels. But the old white mare doesn't want to go - fast -. She wants to go at her own pace, which is a meandering at best. So, the Keaton on her back tries to encourage her, but she's not having that. Clopsy will not be rushed. It takes literally (not really) forever to reach the first ring, and by that point Amari's arms are so tired that when she tries to couch the lance it just swings to the ground and buries the sticky end in the dirt. She spends a minute trying to pry it free, which is fine because her horse is pretty alright with not moving at all. When the show is finally back on the road, Clopsy finally picks up speed to a very brisk walk, and this time the lance is lowered alright-ish, but she misses the ring entirely because the horse decides to wander off course. "Clopsy!" She pleads, before giving up on that and angling her back on the third. That one is a miss mostly because the lance drops out of her hands and clatters to the ground. "Wait!" She tells, the horse or the crowd, maybe Cristoph as she swings a leg over and drops to the ground to reclaim the lance. She hoists it and whaps the last ring with it, then walks to the finish with Clopsy trotting along behind. Done!

Turn in line: Caelis

Caelis checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 25, rolling 19 higher.

Caelis checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 23 higher.

Caelis checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 25 higher.

Caelis checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 25, rolling 41 higher.

Norwood isn't about to leave Amari to her own devices and once she quits the field he comes to her side and reaches out to clasp her shoulder. "Good attempt Lady. Perhaps we might find you a more motivated horse next time." Norwood is looking oh-so-disapprovingly at the horse.

Sunaia's eyes collect in a silvered wince as she watches Amari's run. East continues to shift restlessly beneath her, his blood up, but with knee and touches of rein to neck she keeps him generally pacing in place. When the woman on the similarly aged horse finishes her fun and plods close enough for it, she calls to Amari, "Yours is the pass they'll remember." Small consolation but consolation nonetheless. Maybe.

Thorleyp Mav.

Lethe is overheard praising Amari: Good effort

When Amari does her run of the course, Cristoph winces and glances away briefly. When he looks back, Clopsy is still plodding along. When the Keaton makes it to the end of the run, he claps his hands together loudly. "Good showing, Lady Amari! Much better than I could do, seriously!" Really. He'd probably have fallen off or something with the luck he has.

Caelis looks a little green around the gills when her turn comes up. Picking up a lance she hefts the weight a little unfamiliar before taking Semiramis to the start of the run and nudging her into action. She's seen Edain do this so many times she's more copying him than flashing any real skill so she smiles with relief at the end of the run, whopping as she and Semiramis come around.

Cristoph is overheard praising Amari: Better than me!

"Indeed." Felicia agree's with Norwood, trying not to look wincingly sympathetic for Amari's run, though the half-smile probably gives it away.

Turn in line: Jael

Alis may be quite the martial minded princess, but she does so admire when people go out of their comfort zone to do something fun. And something tells her that Lady Amari is not the /most/ suited to these events. Which is why she whistles sharply after the woman's attempt and praises her courage for it despite the results. "I suggest Arugula leaves, Lady Amari! Horses do enjoy those. Clopsy may be more biddable next time." is encouraged, her eyes then fastened on Caelis when she gets started. "Eeeee! Valardin pride right here! Go Cae!"

Tesha gives a smile to Brogan, "Just keep doing what you're doing, Lord Nightgold." she tells him with a nod of her head. "I know Dame Felicia. She's a good woman. My cousin is in the King's Own with her." she smiles to that. Then there's a soft smile and she whispers something to the man as she reaches out to pat his shoulder. Then she starts to head off for the moment.

Jael checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 25, rolling 24 higher.

Violet is managing to not laugh at the show Amari puts on. Not so for the six year old Tala. Who thinks it is all on purpose for a laugh. Her girlish giggles only muffled by her hands. "Sshhh," Violet tries to coax her.

A really, really heartfelt and encouraging shout comes from the direction of the General Seating once Amari is done with her tilt. Run. Whatever those things are called. Run? Yes. Whatever, Helia sounds very earnest as she calls out, "Good effort, Lady Amari. Good effort!" Then after a long pause, "Well done!"

Jael checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 23 higher.

Jael checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 26 higher.

Jael checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 25, rolling 15 higher.

"Everyone's got to start somewhere," Lisebt says, though not so loudly that they can hear it on the field. Or maybe they can. She glances at Violet, shrugging delicately, and then she can't help but grin at Tala. She quietly turns to watch, adding, "I couldn't do that. Not a chance."

Jael watches Amari begin her run, and the more she soldiers onward, the more Jael stands up in her stirrups to watch the proceedings. She waits until the end, because Clopsy looks like she could go off at any time, to whoop loudly and enthusiastically before her name is called and then it's her turn to ride. Freddie strides out for the rings and Jael is able to slide them onto her lance, once, twice, thrice.

Turn in line: Thorley

Fecundo dismounts his horse and hands it off to an attendant with the Volkov Livery look to her and then turns his attention to the remaining competition, watching and applauding those who follow his ride. He seems to be studying technique and style all along the way.

Thorley checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 35 higher.

Thorley checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 51 higher.

"She never gets tired, because she never goes fast." Amari says of her horse when the unmotivated mare finally catches up at the finish and she reclaims her reigns. "Thank you!" She calls back to Cristoph and Alis, not really too saddened by her pretty dismal showing. She earned the You Tried badge well enough. Sunaia is smiled to, and a question is asked, "Did you feed your horses Arugula leaves? Is that what happened? Seems rather unfair. I would have won otherwise."

Thorley checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 39 higher.

Thorley checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 25, rolling 39 higher.

Thorley drops an open-faced rubicund helm with brass.

Thorley drops rubicund arms with brass scale on leather.

Thorley drops rubicund and brass breastplate with paudrons and tasset.

Thorley checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 9 higher.

"She is indeed. When she is not being all stabbity. A truer friend, there is none." Brogan nods sharply at his own statement. Then he is leaning in and listening, and murmurs something in return. Waving at the departing Tesha brogan turns back towards the field and. Ouch. Amari. Well. Of course he laughs, and then tries to sympathize. "Told people you should be able to throw horses!" He shakes his head and then cracks up and cheers approvingly as Amari just decks the last ring with her lance. He makes his way back to Violet and company.

"Arugula leaves," Sunaia echoes, bemused. "Is that the Oathland's secret, for their cavalry? No, nothing like that for East. He makes do with normal feed."

"Screw this. I'm doing this sailor style." Sitting atop his mount, Thorley remembers what happened last time he jousted and was in they red tin can. Dumping the helm, arms and top, the knight goes with only his undershirt and bottom armor before grabbing the lance. "Ho!" he spurs the horse on and proceeds to put on an impressive display with the smaller lance and his mount, spurring through the rings and piercing them all, before he turns his his way back around to lead the mount back to his armor.



For the observant? There's a pair of lacy bloomer underthings that Thorley was carrying as a favor in his glove and is now clutched in his hand. Thanks Violet.

Thorley picks up an open-faced rubicund helm with brass.

Thorley picks up rubicund arms with brass scale on leather.

Thorley picks up rubicund and brass breastplate with paudrons and tasset.

Norwood stares at THorley deciding to make a bareback run of it and shakes his head slowly. He doesn't QUITE sniff, but watches the man go and do his thing.

Violet gives a shrill whistle as she sees her husband come onto the field. As he goes through catching the rings she is clapping, as is Tala, and whooping her support. The grin on her face bright.

(025 The judges in the judging booth (a trio of stodgy old Oathlanders) are up there furiously arguing over who came in first place. Cristoph looks over his shoulder and frowns at them before nudging Alis with his elbow. "Looks like they're having a hard time deciding." So he'll wander up that way to get the final results, returning a whole ten minutes later with a piece of parchment. He shows it to Alis briefly before clearing his throat and announcing, "In first place we have Sir Thorley Sandreef, Sword of House Farshaw! Followed so closely that it started an argument in the judges booth, Lord Fecundo and after that Dame Felicia Harrow! Sir Thorley, please get dressed and come collect your prize."

"Is he stripping?" Alis squints a little as armor gets pulled off and tossed aside. "Sir Thorley, I assure you there is no need to show off your pectoral muscles to win. It's a test of skill, and flexing is not required!" The words are called out loudly, and her eyes even widen a little at what he has clutched in his hands. "I believe people are going to doubt this was an Oathlands sponsored event." "Yes, PLEASE GET DRESSED FIRST SIR."

Helia just cracks up, throwing her head back when she catches sight of the lacy unmentionables Thorley's got in his hand. She loves this kind of shit.

Waldemai cheers for Sir Thornley because he won, yeah that's the reason.

Norwood applauds politely, but also checks to make sure that the judges aren't a majority female. Because.... bias.

Cristoph is overheard praising Thorley: For fine jousting!

Tesha gives a nod to Brogan's whisper and then a smile as she gives a wabe to the faces she knows. Then her mastiff is off with a message that she had received. Apparently her job is never done.

Cristoph is overheard praising Fecundo: For fine jousting!

Clapping and cheering for the winning jousters, Caelis slips off her mare. She whistles a bit seeing the panty run taking first prize and finds a rail to lean against.

Tesha has left the the Beverage Tent.

Atramentous, The Highhill War Puppy leaves, following Tesha.

Violet is overheard praising Thorley: That's my man!

Cristoph is overheard praising Felicia: For fine jousting!

Cristoph is overheard praising Alis: For signing my cast!

Lisebet finally does call out. "Well jousted, Sir Thorley!" Because that's her house, that is. And he won. And - Oh my, what is he carrying? Her cheeks might go just a teeny bit pink, but that is her only reaction, other than a glance over at Violet and a very cheeky grin.,

Cristoph is overheard praising Jael: For getting the cloak on time!

Jael lifts her blue eyes heavenwards when the panties get whipped out and wheels her horse back to where her groom is waiting. She dismounts lightly, ruffles the stallion's forelock affectionately, and then smoothes her skirts and walks over to her brother.

Alis is overheard praising Cristoph: For not breaking a limb today!

"This is an outrage!" Brogan bellows with good humor as he makes his way back to the seats. "Why is he allowed to disrobe, and I have been forbidden?!" Brogans head shakes side to side and he leans down to whisper something to Violet. Then there is the victory announcements. "Well done, Thorley man!"

Fecundo nods to Thorley and Felicia as he approaches Cristoph. He doesn't seem terribly concrned he didn't come in first, though does share a chuckle about the pany favor, ""Isidora might hurt me for that one."

Alis is overheard praising Caelis: For being an awesome sister and repping Valardin at the joust!

Fecundo is overheard praising Thorley: Great jousting

Fecundo is overheard praising Felicia: Great jousting

Brogan is overheard praising Thorley: For Jousting Gold!

Nuala has left the General Seating.

Alizarin, an ethereal bard leaves, following Nuala.

Thorley //does// get dressed. Gods. Prudes. Never go on a ship, they're almost all topless all the time! Gathering up his daughter, the knight lifts Tala into the mount before trotting it over to pick up his prize and he smiles. "This is a fine gift, my Lord. My wife will surely appreciate it." With that, he trots the mount over. And then well.. his wife's about to be kidnapped, pregnanc and all.

Sunaia's lips are tugged by a faint smile for the spectacle the final joust presents. She flourishes her lance to the winners named, the tip dipped towards each. "Well run," is a quieter sort of acclamation-- making the Crownlander one of the more /restrained/ here, in a field of Oathlanders.

Brogan is overheard praising Fecundo: For Jousting Silver!

Brogan is overheard praising Felicia: For Jousting Bronze!

Felicia can't help but laugh, handing her lance off with a grin and dip of her head respectfully towards Fecundo,"Put your shirt back on, Sandreef! No-one wants to see that!" she calls out to him sunnily before looking towards the stands for Brogan's bellow with an undisguised snort.

Amari hears Brogan, and just points to Thorley, who has no shirt on. It's like she's suggesting there's something wrong with the universe, or that Brogan should follow his example. Or it's an outrage. Yes, probably an outrage. Still, she puts the reigns over her arm and applauds for everyone after her, since they've done such a fine job of jousting. To the winners, she calls out a congratulations and not very serious warning, "Well done! Keep practicing, I'll be a lot better next time."

Lisebet is overheard praising Thorley: For a well run first place joust!

Lisebet is overheard praising Fecundo: for a silver joust

Alis is overheard praising Thorley: For the win! But not the pecs!

Lisebet is overheard praising Felicia: for a bronze joust

Violet points out, once she is done cheering, "He had his undershirt on," even as she continues to grin. It will probably hurt soon that much smiling. Turning to Brogan she doesn't notice Thorley leaning in to sweep her off the stands.

Lisebet is overheard praising Amari: Because!

Thorley is overheard praising Amari: For an admirable run! And this is my last AP.

"This is the second tournament House Laurent has hosted that you've won, Sir Thorley. Nice job making a habit of it." Cristoph will shake the man's hand before he turns to other people wandering around and goes on with exchanging the pleasantries as people start to make their escapes.

Violet is overheard praising Felicia: A fine jouster!

Sunaia has left the Field.

Jael is overheard praising Amari: As good a jouster as embroiderer, and always fun to be around!

Jael is overheard praising Thorley.

Jael is overheard praising Fecundo.

Jael is overheard praising Felicia.

Lethe is overheard praising Thorley.

Amari is overheard praising Cristoph.

Amari is overheard praising Thorley.

Lisebet is overheard praising Cristoph: for a fun event

Jael is overheard praising Cristoph.

Fecundo is overheard praising Cristoph.

Lisebet is overheard praising Jael: fun event!

Marcas has left the General Seating.

Violet is overheard praising Cristoph: A well run joust.

Lisebet notes Sir Thorley about to kidnap his wife, and she just grins, getting to her feet now, and making sure she's out of the way. Would not be good to get trampled or stomped on.

"Many congratulations, Sir Thorley." Alis is hardly demure, so despite her taunting of his strip show, she bounds over to shake his hand in congratulations before he hies off to kidnap his wife. "Well, that went alright I think. Right Duke Laurent? Yes, indeed. And thank you Jael, for making sure we had the prize."

There is a piercing wolf-whistle at Thorley. Yes. That comes from Brogan. "No man, don't do that! More! We want to see more!" Brogan is holding his tomach and rolling about the seating a little, way to amused by this turn of events. he sits up wiping away tears and notes Amari yet again, being the best bad influence upon him. For anyone wondering he calls out "I totally want to challenge him for best chest, but I cannot possibly detract from his joust victory at this time." He looks to Violet, and then back out again. "Not to mention Violet is within smacking range." Speaking of Violet, time to speak to her. "Still. Look at him! it is most unfair, yet I shall let it stand. This time!" For now he keeps his shirt on. For now. Night is still young.

Felicia is overheard praising Thorley.

Felicia is overheard praising Cristoph.

Vicente stands up from the benches with a parting glance, he makes his way out from the crowds and back towards the bustle of the city.

Vicente has left the General Seating.

Clasping her hands over her head, Caelis looks at her mare. "Guess we ought to amble on home then, nice bit of exercise for you, girl." She murmurs to the horse and pats her neck before starting to slip out of the tournament grounds.

Sunaia touches heels to East's flank and steers the horse to the periphery, on a course to quietly exit.

Jael offers Alis a little half-salute and a wry smile. "I thought it came out pretty nicely. I almost just took it straight home."

Felicia nudges Wrecking Ball towards the stands,"I mean... if you want to take off your shirt, Lord Brogan, you're welcome to do so... but I make no promises about not throwing you over the pommel and riding off with you if you do." she offers wryly, letting the stallion have his head... mostly, now that he's more interested in grass than irritating his rider.



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