Reese arrives while adorned in lots of pink. Her golden locks are a mess of pink ribbons and curls. She has a pretty white horse with a peach-hued saddle and a very big lance.

Bayberry, an Oakhaven juvenile bloodhound arrives, following Norwood.

Norwood has joined the General Seating.

A small three-legged dog hops in. Woof! Woof! His tail wags. Patches is very happy to see you all. Look at all the friends he hasn't met yet. Woof! He bounces. Behind him follows a red horse and a red-haired man. The latter being Tristan, who looks heavenward and sighs heavily at his dog's exuberance.

Veronica has joined the General Seating.

Richard has joined the Field.

Caspian has left the Judges Booth.

Caspian has joined the Field.

Norwood has left the General Seating.

Bayberry, an Oakhaven juvenile bloodhound leaves, following Norwood.

Bayberry, an Oakhaven juvenile bloodhound arrives, following Norwood.

So what if Cristoph isn't the greatest horseman in all of the Oathlands? He still shows up anyway, this will probably be just fine! He leads his dappled palamino through the tournament grounds, the horse waffling quietly and eyeballing the spectators with a kind of mild curiosity. He has a lance and his tournament armor on in all Laurent colors.

From somewhere nearby, Helia lifts her hand in a wave to Lucita, followed by a grin, then a graceful bow before she walks off to find a horse. After a bit of rein pulling from the skittish roan charger, she mounts it with a more focused look on her face. Clad in linens and leathers of dark violet and red, the swashbuckler could probably be better armoured, but she looks reasonably composed.

Norwood has joined the Field.

Richard remains quiet. Only observing the outcomes of the competitors.

Veronica arrives along with a host of spectators; given her martial bend she is not about to miss a good tournament. Her attention is drawn to those gathered in the field, but she is heading towards the seating area herself.

"Welcome everyone!" Cries out Caspian from the field, throwing up his hands. "People have beeing loving jousts lately, and so you know what The Champions decided to bring you?! MORE JOUSTING!" He calls out to the crowds, grinning from ear to ear. "Men, women, and horses will collide in this tournament, but only one tilter will walk away with the 25,000 silver prize! So cheer loud for your favorite jouster, and let the best tilter win!"

Norwood pays more attention to his horse than to the crowds about, keeping the creature calm simply by maintaining his own calm. He's talking to the horse quietly while running his gauntlet gently along it's cheek. Cristoph gets a half bow, before he's turning to listen to Caspian.

Waldemai cheers generally. "More jousting!"

Flashing a bright grin at Quenia, "Alces...well, I usually keep him stabled at the Lodge of Petrichor or the Valardin Stables, given the size. I'll ride a regular horse, should Grandmaster Caspian wish, though. And yes...he's a bit large," Cullen remarks with a good natured laugh, "And I want to enter, I've not jousted in some time. And I promise, no getting killed before we court. That would be horribly inconsiderate of me..." Giving the Marquessa's hand a warm squeeze, the Greenmarch knight heads over to the field to await the joust.

Sorrel is sitting on her sorrel mare, one of the first competitors to arrive. She seems in good spirits, and so does her horse, who has won twice at jousting so far and is probably the most beloved in the Thrax stables.

Have there been lessons learned since the last joust? Today will tell if the young knight's efforts have sunken in, though the lists are filled to the penants with riders and horses all keen to make a showing. Some faces are familiar and Kaldur nods a greeting to those, "Marquis Rymarr," and, "Baron Norwood," and, "Duke Cristoph," also, "Princess Reese," before he posts to where the riders await their match ups. He looks along the company and spots Tristan, "Master Tristan."

Salvatore wanders in and down towards the field along with what looks like no doubt more for show armor. The lord surveys the area curiously while the crowd gathers. One could be forgiven for thinking that he is a soldier on guard duty that wandered in rather than a lucerne lord.

Marquis Rymarr Deepwood is armored and ready. On the back of Dauntless, the great black stallion which paces along on his own. The reins held loosely within a gauntlet, Rymarr's lance rests vertical as he sways slightly within the saddle. The visor of his helmet down and everything buckled securely, the armored Marquis seems ready to joust - whether with a mounted knight or a ballista. Wearing the colors of House Deepwood, he takes note of Kaldur with the greeting extended and Rymarr's helmet dips forward slightly in recognition. "Lord Kaldur," he offers stoically from within his helm.

Reese peeks over to Kaldur, waving in his direction. She seems to be in a cheerful mood and her cheeks are even a touch pink. She starts getting ready for the joust which consists of whispering to her pony and giving the filly treats. She the notices Rymarr and smiles over to him as well. "Hi, Marquis Rymarr."

Maxene, Pellinor, 4 Thrax Guards, Honey Snuggle, a Velenosian Angora cat arrive, following Alarissa.

Sparte gently pats Hyberbole's neck as he rides her over to join the other jousters, giving her some quiet words of encouragement. The other jousters are flashed a bright grin, a hand raised in greeting. "May Gloria smile on our competition."

Sparte has joined the Field.

Richard has left the Field.

Silvio waits. Timing is everything. He can hear Caspian, but its no good to arrive right when Caspian has everyone's attention. So, he waits a few moments, THEN he comes swaying into the event, headed for the seating. His hair is fixed in long, looping curls that move when he walks with a graceful bounce. He shimmers and shines in a lovely peacock-themed silk gown, and he's absolutely wearing seasilk slippers that have sea lions embroidered on the toes. The dress probably wasn't originally made for him, but he's wearing it with a disgusting amount of swagger and confidence.

Silvio has joined the General Seating.

Caspian The bracket is posted on a sign by some staff after a bit of shuffling of some papers, revealing who will be going up. Caspian moves back to the judge's bench, calling out, "First Joust! Princess Reese verses Marquis Rymarr! Please take the field!"

Reese mounts her pretty white horse as she nears the announcement. She gets out a steel lance that has pink ribbons to such and gets ready for jousting. the Princess has a smile for the crowd.

Cristoph has left the Field.

Reese has rolled a critical success!
Reese checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 123 higher.

Caspian has left the Field.

Caspian has joined the Judges Booth.

Cristoph has joined the Field.

Rymarr checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 63 higher.

Kaldur checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 27 higher.

Kaldur checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 18 higher.

Reese checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 63, rolling 43 lower.

Rymarr checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 99, rolling 69 lower.

43 inflicted and Reese is unharmed.

69 inflicted and Rymarr is unharmed.

93 inflicted and Rymarr is harmed for minor damage.

Sparte has left the Field.

Wilhelm the Iron Messenger, Hyberbole, a young mare leave, following Sparte.

Reese charges at Rymarr while having her pink lance ready for attack. Her blow is powerful and her skill with the weapon is impressive. Her riding skills don't seem match her weapon skill though. She gets in a good hit against Rymarr, likely with enough force to knock the Marquis off his horse, but she takes a hit from him and she fails to keep control of her filly. The animal goes a bit wild and Reese goes tumbling. She gets back up quickly and likely is unharmed mostly because of her steel silk. "Marquis Rymarr, good joust." She says a bit breathlessly.

3 Thrax Guards, Dame Cupcake, the most elegant, Freja the long suffering arrive, following Coraline.

Luna, the sweet, studious assistant, Coraline arrive, following Carita.

A murmur of excitement goes through the crowd as a duelist from the Champions Guild enters the Tournament Grounds.

Wilhelm the Iron Messenger, Hyberbole, a young mare arrive, following Sparte.

Sparte has joined the Field.

"Princess Reese wins this joust since she was the last to fall!" Caspian calls out to the crowd, standing up to point towards Reese. "Give it up for the princess! Tristan verses Lord Cullen! Please take the field!"

Rymarr and Dauntless move around to their position at a slow and steady walk. Lance up and visor down, the rider shifts within the saddle to ensure his seat. Dauntless is guided into position and both await the call to begin. The moment Princess Reese's horse twitches forward, Rymarr and Dauntless launch forward. Hooves beat across the dirt and Rymarr's lance lowers, striking at Reese. So too does Princess Reese strike at himself, with her lance sending the Marquis heels over head from his saddle. He crashes to the ground, though he's only there for a moment before he quickly rises up to his feet and scoops his fallen shield from the dirt. A lone armored fist thumps at his chestplate as he looks to Princess Reese, before he begins to move quickly to vacate the lane.

Tristan checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 25 higher.

Carita arrives with Coraline, the pair talking amiably as they enter. There's a scan of the field and Carita leans to point to someone down in it, then makes her way toward the seating area.

Jordan has joined the General Seating.

Cullen checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 17 higher.

Tristan checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 17, rolling 41 higher.

Arriving with Carita, Cora nods as she sees the pointing and follows Rita to the seats, waving to those she recognizes already there.

Sparte pumps a fist into the air, shouting towards Reese. "Good showing, Princess Sir!"

Carita has joined the General Seating.

Cullen checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 25, rolling 22 higher.

Coraline has joined the General Seating.

Tristan checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 17 higher.

Cullen checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 17, rolling 24 higher.

Tristan checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 24, rolling 34 higher.

Cullen checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 8 higher.

Tristan checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 8, rolling 35 higher.

Tristan checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 12 higher.

Alarissa moves in quietly to the tournament grounds, light cloak on her shoulders and scanning the stands before pausing to regard the jousting going on.

Cullen checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 12, rolling 25 higher.

Cullen checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 16 higher.

Tristan checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 16, rolling 24 higher.

Tristan checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 16 higher.

Cullen checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 16, rolling 33 higher.

Cullen checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 21 higher.

Tristan checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 21, rolling 39 higher.

Tristan checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 22 higher.

Cullen checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 22, rolling 41 higher.

Quenia pauses in her conversation to watch Cullen and Tristan go at it in their bout. With each pass, whenever it seems like Cullen might be unseated, Quenia closes her eyes - unable to look!

Cullen checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 26 higher.

Tristan checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 26, rolling 55 higher.

After five rounds have passed, Caspian rises to his feet, calling out, "You guys can't knock each other off! I am calling this for Tristan, who score better hits then Lord Cullen!" Caspian calls out to the crowd, pointing towards Tristian.

Waldemai applauds the jousters. "Well matched!"

Before the joust begins, Cullen bows to his opponent and the crowd, giving Quenia a bright smile before gazing down the list and spurring his mount into action. As the war elk with the green clad knight thunders towards Tristan, steel lance with green and black banners striking him but never landing a decisive blow, Cullen takes just as many in return, clinging onto Alces with his legs holding tightly. Looking a bit unsure at the end, he waits for Caspian's decision, then raises his lance in a salute to Tristan. "Excellent job, Goodman Tristan!" Slipping off the elk afterwards, the Greenmarcher heads up into the stands.

Reese cheers as she watches the joust. "Wow, impressive!" She says lifting her voice to carry.

Rymarr is overheard praising Tristan: The royal stablemaster is always a fantastic showing.

Reese is overheard praising Tristan: woots, great match!

Reese is overheard praising Cullen: great match!

Reese is overheard praising Rymarr: always honorable and composed!

Reese is overheard praising Caspian: Grand Master Joust Runner!

Tristan's chestnut stallion springs into action at an unseen aid from Tristan, the stablemaster sitting secure and light. Once, twice, three, four, five times Tristan's spear meets Cullen's shield, but he finds himself unable to unseat the man. Drawing Flame to a stop, he waits a moment for the Caspian's decision, nods, just once, in acknowledgment, and raises a hand to his opponent. "Well ridden," he says, before dismounting and loosening his girth to allow Flame a breather before his next match.

Alarissa is overheard praising Cullen: Congratulations

Talwyn is overheard praising Caspian: Excellent work managing the joust!

Alarissa is overheard praising Tristan: Congratulations

Quenia seems greatly relieved that Cullen is neither damaged or unseated. "Good show, Lord Cullen! Nice riding!"

Talwyn is overheard praising Tristan: Excellent showing in the joust.

Alarissa is overheard praising Rymarr: Congratulations

Cullen has left the Field.

Cullen has joined the General Seating.

"Next up, Princess Sorrel verses Duke Cristoph! Please take the field!" Caspian calls out.

As Tristan and Cullen square off, Cristoph lifts his helm long enough to whistle at the pair of them. "Nicely done!" Then he's moving his horse into position, lifting his shield and squaring off with the lance. He lifts his chin in Sorrel's direction in a companionable 'hello down there!' kind of way before dropping it and setting off.

Cristoph checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 20 higher.

Sorrel checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 44 higher.

Sorrel checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 20, rolling 22 higher.

Cristoph checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 44, rolling 1 lower.

Alarissa is overheard praising The champions: A service unsurpassed and well loved by all.

Caspian is overheard praising The champions: Jousting is great. Period!

Lucita has her attention on the joust long enough to lose the thread of the various conversations amid those in the seating. She gives an apologetic little gesture of the hands and then gestures to the joust in progress to murmur. "If I missed something said to me, please repeat it. Oh, Good move Princess Sorrel!"

1 inflicted and Cristoph is unharmed.

Sorrel salutes the Duke as she canters into the lists, ready to go once more. She's more confident on her horse these days, and she smiles as she skillfully knocks her opponent from his horse, if but just barely. It's a nice noisy clash, and Sorrel's sorrel mare looks pleased with herself.

Norwood is overheard praising Cristoph: YOU ALMOST DID IT.

Cristoph rides his horse well! The horse canters! See Cristoph... get hit squarely by Sorrel's lance, lose his balance and slooooowly slide off his horse and land on the ground. One foot remains stuck in the stirrup. He appears unharmed, if the thumbs up he gives is any indication. Though the horse drags him several feet further but fortunately out of the way of being stepped on.

Alarissa has joined the General Seating.

Kaldur is overheard praising Cristoph: Smart horse!

With the changeover to new riders, Alarissa makes her way to the stands to take a seat.

Cristoph is overheard praising The champions: Excellent tournament! Good job!

Cristoph is overheard praising Sorrel: A very skilled jouster!

"Princess Sorrel, the secret master jouster!" Caspian cries, standing from his seat and hollars and hoots! "Can no one beat our new Champion?! We'll find out! Helia verses Lord Kaldur! Please take the field once it's free!"

Rowenova puts her arms up as she cheers!

Sorrel is overheard praising Cristoph: A worthy opponent!

Rattling his lance against his shield again, Kaldur lifts a cheer for the tilt between Duke Cristoph and Princess Sorrel. Princess Sorrel unseats the Duke and the man's horse drags him clear. Smart horse! At the call of his name for the match, he sets forward, trotting into position, taking ease from Dumpling's utter unflappability. She sighs. He narrows his eyes, looking down the list at Helia. Salute. Visor. Kaldur sets his lance, and when he does, Dumpling's ears pin back. They coil and spring forward!

Kaldur checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 31 higher.

Kaldur checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 18 higher.

Yelling loud congratulations for all the past matches, Helia rides forwards when called. There's a big grin on her face as she looks over to Kaldur. "Try not kill me, my Lord. I wouldn't like that one bit."

Cristoph has left the Field.

Helia checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 17 higher.

Cristoph has joined the General Seating.

Helia checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 31, rolling 8 lower.

Lucita says, "You be careful Mistress Helia! Don't get trampled if you fall off!"

Rymarr is overheard praising The champions: I expected more popular music. It was still a thrilling experience.

Rymarr is overheard praising Reese: A phenomenal jouster. For as long as I've known her, she still has surprises to show me.

And Kaldur is dehorses by Helia, and Caspian calls out, "The novice horsewoman Helia wins! On to the second round! Princess Reese verses Baron Norwood! Good luck you two!"

Reese ears her name being called and mounts back up.

Norwood finally mounts his horse when the call goes out for him to to so, and bows in his saddle (it's a talent folks) to his opponent before giving the creature the go-ahead.

Norwood checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 9 higher.

Reese checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 44 higher.

Kaldur salutes Helia, "You'd have made a fine ghost, Champion," he'd heard her comment, somewhere in the focus he turned on the match. Dumpling dances a step as Kaldur presses her in a close sidepass to clear the list for the next round, "But not today." At the edge of the Field, Jairo, Kaldur's page is jumping up and down frantically waving his arms. "M'lord Kaldur! M'lord! Come quick." Making a hasty exit, Kaldur leans down, scoops the boy up into the saddle and posts to the Grandmaster, "Grandmaster, I'm afraid I must strike my future rounds. Champion Helia, I cede to you. My grave pardon." And with that, and no further explanation, Kaldur rides out, Dumpling's hooves clattering.

Waldemai cheers the martial and very pink princess

Reese checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 9, rolling 11 higher.

Norwood checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 29, rolling 27 higher.

Reese checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 31 higher.

Norwood checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 7 higher.

Norwood checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 31, rolling 1 lower.

Reese checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 7, rolling 37 higher.

Kaldur has left the Field.

Dumpling, an unflappable palomino mare leaves, following Kaldur.

Norwood rides against, Reese and does fairly good! Until he falls off his horse that second time around. Oops.

Reese charges at Norwood with her beribboned lance. This time she manages to stay on her horse! She gets a few good hits against the Baron. When the match is over she gives him a salute. "Good match, Baron Norwood."

Reese is overheard praising Norwood: woots, good jousting!

Lethe has left the General Seating.

"AND PRINCESS REESE WINS AGAIN! THE PINK WARRIOR RIDES!" Caspian calls out, pounding on his judge's desk. "Sparte verses Tristan! Let the best jouster win!"

Tristan checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 14 higher.

Sparte checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 14, rolling 31 higher.

Sparte checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 63 higher.

Tristan checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 63, rolling 2 higher.

Tristan checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 38 higher.

Sparte checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 38, rolling 4 higher.

Sparte checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 27 higher.

Tristan checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 27, rolling 13 higher.

Tristan has rolled a critical success!
Tristan checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 90 higher.

Sparte checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 90, rolling 5 lower.

Sparte checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 12 higher.

Tristan has rolled a critical success!
Tristan checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 12, rolling 117 higher.

Sorrel is overheard praising Tristan: Spectacular jousting!

Sparte blinks as thought waking up from a daze when he finally gets called out, nudging Hyberbole into position. He doesn't even remember to straighten his helmet, leveling the lance and charging forth. "Just like with the hoops and the bread!" And so it was, but little did Sparte realize he was about to be the bread.

Cristoph is overheard praising Tristan: Breathtaking!

Dumpling, an unflappable palomino mare arrives, following Kaldur.

5 inflicted and Sparte is unharmed.

Kaldur is overheard praising The champions: A fine tournament! Would like to have stayed!

Salvatore is overheard praising Tristan: Very impressive jouster

Dumpling, an unflappable palomino mare leaves, following Kaldur.

Reese seems impressed as she watches the jousting match. "Wow.." She says while standing near to her horse.

Tristan reels from Sparte's hit in the first tilt, the stablemaster noticeably rocking in his saddle--yet he remains in the saddle, and rights himself as they trot off. Flame pirouettes around; Tristan strokes the stallion's neck and murmurs softly to him before they take off, the chestnut thundering down the lists, his lance taking Sparte squarely in the shield.

Cristoph has left the General Seating.

Norwood has left the Field.

Bayberry, an Oakhaven juvenile bloodhound leaves, following Norwood.

"What a match!" Caspian calls out to the crowd, standing up and pointing at them. "It's a shame that this match wasn't in the final round! Tristan wins!" A staff member of The Champions comes over, whispering in his ear. "What?" And then he calls out, "Lord Richard has left the field, so Princess Sorrel wins by default! Next match is Lord Salvatore verses Helia!"

Sorrel admittedly looks a bit disappointed that there's no one to joust next, but she perks up again to see Lord Salvatore and Helia tilt.

And once more Helia rides forth, trying to keep a grin on her face as she guides her skittish mount back to the field. She flashes a smile at Salvatore, but doesn't say anything. She is clearly not an accomplished rider. Concentration.

Sparte gives two respectable passes with his new horse, who is every bit ready for this sort of excitement. Then on the third Tristan nails him well, sending him off to be drug to a stop by a foot stuck in one of his stirrups. Hyberbole stops to look at Sparte, seeming amused. For the next minute or so there is a stop and go of Hyberbole letting Sparte start to reach for his boot, then trotting forward a few feet to make him fall down again. The horse is very amused with the apparent game. Only when Wilhelm shows up on the field to take the stirrups is Sparte finally set loose, dusting off his front side while leaving his back completely caked in dirt and grass. "Good show, Master Tristan! Best of fortune in your next match!"

Salvatore nudges his horse forward and tugs his helmet on as he hears his name. He trundles forward and salutes Helia before waiting for the signal to start. The older man focused entirely on his opponent as he leans low over his horse for their first bout.

Helia checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 10 higher.

"That man over there will likely be the upset of many jousting matches to come," Jordan points to Tristan in this comment to Veronica. "He's very, very good at this. Last time I jousted against him, it was a narrow dispute."

Salvatore checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 5 lower.

Salvatore checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 10, rolling 37 higher.

Salvatore checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 2 lower.

Helia checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 25 higher.

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

Helia checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 26 higher.

Salvatore checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 34 higher.

Salvatore checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 26, rolling 1 lower.

Helia checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 34, rolling 8 lower.

Helia checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 21 higher.

Salvatore murmurs under his breath, "Quick. She's quick don't let her move out of the way." It appears that Salvatore is expecting her to dodge in some lightning quick motion. So much so that on the first pass... and the second pass even Helia doesn't even need to try and move out of the way. Still Salvatore maintains his dignity at least by holding onto his horse. Apparently he's a much better rider than he is at swinging his weapon. Once he finally figures out he can just swing his lance at Helia like a normal person he manages to tag her solidly. This unfortunately though means he's not paying enough attention and gets pluncked off of his horse with a hard grunt. He hits the ground just after Helia and grunts from laying back staring up at the sky, "At least I finally hit you."

Yeah, this isn't going to work. Though she manages to scuff Salvatore with the tiniest nudge of her weapon, the noble gets there first with his own hit and she goes sideways off the horse, hitting the ground with a little less impact than it takes to really mess someone up. Lying there, flat on her back, she laughs at his words as much as she can through winded breaths and grunts out, "Congratulations!" Then, "Ouuuch."

"It's a close one, but Lord Slavatore wins!" Caspian calls out, pointing a finger towards Salvatore. "We are moving on to the semi-finals! Princess Reese verses Tristan! Good luck you two, give it your all!"

Helia holds her poor aching guts as she limps off the field.

Helia has left the Field.

Helia has joined the General Seating.

Rowenova says, "MEDIC!"

Reese cheers for Salvatore and Helia. "Yay! Good match." She says then hears her name being called and mounts back upon her horse. Seh gives Tristan a smile.

Reese is overheard praising Helia: Good match!

Reese is overheard praising Salvatore: good match!

Tristan checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 29 higher.

Reese checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 8 higher.

Lucita says, "That was a good match! Well done, the two of you!"

Tristan checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 8, rolling 41 higher.

Reese checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 29, rolling 11 higher.

Tristan checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 27 higher.

Reese has rolled a critical success!
Reese checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 94 higher.

Tristan checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 94, rolling 45 lower.

Reese checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 27, rolling 6 higher.

Talwyn is overheard praising Reese: Brilliantly done in the tournament with her hand at weapons.

45 inflicted and Tristan is harmed for moderate damage.

Talwyn is overheard praising Lucita: An exemplary hostess and credit to Saik.

1 inflicted and Salvatore is unharmed.

8 inflicted and Helia is unharmed.

Reese charges at Tristan with her pink lance drawn. She gets a very good hit against him that is likely to send him from his horse. Reese is hit a few times herself, but she manages to stay seated upon her pink filly. She seems a bit surprised when Tristan fall and looks down to see if the man is okay.

"Ouch! Oh, looks like the lance broke upon Tristan in a nasty way! Can we get a mercy down here?!" Caspian calls to the crowd, "I think Tristan might have some splinters in him!" He looks back to the field, "But regardless, Princess Reese makes it to the final round."

Salvatore is visited and provided by the favor of a... well Silvio. Salvatore who is getting back up slowly looking a little shaken as he rests near his horse turns to Silvio. He considers that slowly blinking and muses, "I.... thank you?" He says there is very clear dubiousness but it's also clear he's more amused at the unexpected visitation. He then offers politely, "Your garments look very nice on you. Alas, I would stay and chat but I'm quite sure I hear Grandmaster Caspian calling my name." He says and then he's quickly placing a foot into a stirrup and moving off to the ready line whether he's been called yet or not.

It isn't common for Tristan to be unhorsed. In fact, it's almost unheard of, but this time he goes down under a mighty blow. His horse is short for a jouster, however, and he doesn't have far to fall. Flame stops, and nuzzles at Tristan's cheek in concern. The stablemaster scrambles to his feet, and waves off any medical help.

Veronica has left the General Seating.

Salvatore checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 26 higher.

"Tristan seems like he's okay, so next round!" Caspian calls out, "Princess Sorrel verses Lord Salvatore! When you are ready, you two!"

Rymarr is overheard praising Tristan: He doesn't have time to bleed.

Sorrel checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 24 higher.

Sorrel checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 26, rolling 7 lower.

Salvatore checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 24, rolling 1 higher.

Cullen has left the General Seating.

Quenia has left the General Seating.

Ruby, a juvenile Oakhaven bloodhound leaves, following Quenia.

Quenia leaves, following Cullen.

Sorrel seems like an able jouster, but she just doesn't get a good blow in against Salvatore. It's clumsily done, and someone finally manages to unseat the most recent jousting champion. It isn't much that she falls by, but she does find herself unhorsed, her sorrel mare looking a bit guilty about losing her rider.

7 inflicted and Sorrel is unharmed.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Silvio before departing.

Salvatore is for better or worse an experienced soldier and thankfully is able to put his recent 'encounter' out of his mind his focus settling onto the Princess he faces next. He salutes Sorrel again and settles against his steed. His eyes narrowing and at least it seems some of the cobwebs around his weapon are shoken off as he's able to align his weapon for the first strike. In response he gets tagged solidly by Sorrel but he's able to lean into it and keep to his saddle. Salvatore looks anything but exceptional at it. But he manages to look competent. He salutes Sorrel again at the end, "Well struck." He offers gamely looking perhaps a little relieved. And then Sorrel gets an up close view look of his face as it shows horror, "Oh hell. I think the favor worked. I hope that doesn't mean I'm expected to..." He trails off looking concerned letting his horse guide itself back to the ready line.

"And someone does unseat Princess Sorrel! Lord Salvatore goes on to face Princess Reese in the finals! Princess Reese, take the field! Lord Salvatore, take a breath! This is for the prize!" Caspian shouts, looking like he's having fun.

Sparte is still getting the dirt off his back with Wilhelm's help when Sorrel goes down. Turning around there is clear surprise on his face to see what happened. "I hadn't thought... I mean, good show!" Sparte waits for Caspian to say who it was that just won, then echoes the name. "Lord Salvatore, well done!"

Reese mounts up once again upon hearing her name. She looks over to Salvatore, having a smile for the Lord that reaches her blue eyes. "May Gloria be with us both."

Talwyn is overheard praising The champions: For a rousing tournament and demonstration of skill.

Talwyn has left the General Seating.

Zephirine leaves, following Talwyn.

Silvio is overheard praising Salvatore.

Sorrel is overheard praising Salvatore: A worthy opponent!

Gwyndolin, Champion of Valardin in Dragon Cloak arrives, following Zara.

Salvatore straightens up as he reaches back to the ready line he salutes Reese again and he smiles, "Good Luck your Highness. Try not to get any ribbons on me... and if you please... Try not to break the ribs on the right. They just healed." He says gameley and lowers his helmet waiting for the call.

Silvio calls out his cheers for Salvatore, waving his hand, offering his support and favor again...without actually physically getting up and going anywhere this time. He already walked once today.

"Alright then. The final round...begin! And may Gloria smile upon you both!" Caspian shouts towards the two riders.

Salvatore checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 10 higher.

Reese checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 39 higher.

Salvatore checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 39, rolling 6 lower.

Reese checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 10, rolling 17 higher.

6 inflicted and Salvatore is unharmed.

Caspian is overheard praising Reese: She has to be one of the most competent and capable women of The Compact! Jousting is now one of her many skills!

Reese looks toward Salvatore at his words, seeming to hear them. She gives the knight a nod. When the joust starts she charges him and once again she seems quite skilled with her pink ribboned lance. She gets a good solid hit on him, using enough force to probably knock him from his horse. The Princess is hit herself, but she manages to keep control of her white filly.

Salvatore at least has his arm swinging but despite that it is one imagines to no one's surprise when Salvatore is struck solidly by Reese and neatly unseated. Again he manages to not hit the ground too terribly but Reese makes clearly quick work of the man as he tumbles off his horse. He grits his teeth and prods his chest as he gets up removing his helm with a wince and waving, "Well truck Your Highness." He says not seeming overall too disappointed for his jousting (potentially just happy he doesn't have to celebrate with the giver of his favor).

Caspian stands up at the Judge's booth, hopping upon the railing as he turns to the crowd, calling out, "PRINCESS REESE WINS THE JOUSTING TOURNAMENT! GIVE IT UP FOR THE PINK WARRIOR!" He throws his fists into the air in a V for VICTORY!

Salvatore is overheard praising Reese: An excellent jouster and victor

Coraline stands up and cheers loudly for her friend, "WELL DONE REESE! WELL DONE PINK KNIGHT!" Clearing her throat and blushing Cora settles back in her seat.

Waldemai cheers loudly. "Hurrah! The Pink Warrior rules!

Waldemai has left the General Seating.

Helia is overheard praising Reese: Excellent win!

Lucita says, "That was so very well done. I did enjoy that, but time has come for me to head back home. It was an exciting joust to watch and can only admire the skills shown by those participating."

Lucita has left the General Seating.

Golden, an Oakhaven bloodhound, Gunther, a Rottweiler, Micana, 1 Saik Guard leave, following Lucita.

Sis, a redheaded morning person arrives, delivering a message to Salvatore before departing.

Helia is overheard praising Caspian: Holds a great joust!

Reese's cheeks are flushed pink and she seems flattered by all the praise. She is still seated on her horse and now she waves to the crowd. She blows a kiss to Cora. "Thank you, Champion Caspian for throwing this. I'm surprise I won with so many horse experts here." She says.

"Congratulations Princess Reese!" Alarissa calls out from the stands, just a little unladylike.

Rowenova stands up and shouts out, "Well done every one! Congratulations on the big win, Princess Reese!"

Caspian jumps off the railing and heads over to Reese, handing her a sack of silver, "Your prize, your highness. Don't spend it all in one place! Unless you're gonna give something to me, then go ahead!" He snickers at that.

Sparte raises his hands together, clapping for Princess Reese. "Well fought by everyone! Well won by Princess Sir!"

Gwyndolin, Champion of Valardin in Dragon Cloak leaves, following Zara.

Helia cheers good and loud now that the worst of her windedness has fled from her. "Good fight!" Then with that, she stands, and cups her hands around her mouth. "Amazing joust! Well done, everyone!" Back to those sitting around her, she gives a slightly lower bow this time, and not just because HIGHNESSES EVERYWHERE. "Please excuse me. Good to see you all."

Reese seems a bit sheepish about taking the prize money. "I won't spend this money on myself. I have so much already. But I am going to help Master Halex get his sword." She says. Reese then smiles over to Sparte. "Thank you again Caspian." She then finally finally climbs down from her filly. Her filly looks to be in fine shape, but seems a bit exhausted.

Silvio claps a few times and smiles for the final declaration. "COngratulations, Princess! And...well done, Milord..."

Helia has left the General Seating.

Silvio is overheard praising Reese.

Kyan, a long-legged silver tabby-cat arrives, delivering a message to Silvio before departing.

Carita is overheard praising Reese.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Jordan before departing.

Reese is overheard praising The champions: yay, champions and Caspian!

Alarissa makes her goodbyes and starts to ease out of the stands.

Alarissa has left the General Seating.

Maxene, Pellinor, 4 Thrax Guards, Honey Snuggle, a Velenosian Angora cat leave, following Alarissa.