Klaus dressed in his armor with the Thraxan colors is on the field, giving a pat to the side of Glory as they wait. The man has a pleasant smile on hsi features as he waits, but there is a serious slant to his bodly language, and gone is the normal jovial air about the man. Of Doreen, there is no sight of, yet.

The Tournament Grounds have been decorated in spectacular fashion. The Crown is noted above all in its brilliant gold colors and sigil adorning so many of the banners about the grounds. The five Great Houses are represented in further banners and decorations, and then their vassals: throughout the grounds, one can find a banner of every single house of the Compact. Roses are also, of course, a noted decoration, and there's such a wealth of them that the entire grounds smell faintly of their sweetness. They are presented in a brilliant variety of shades, clearly intended to represent the Crown and the five Great Houses as best as roses can be expected to do. Refreshments are lavish and numerous and also representative of the variety the Compact has to offer: Lycene wines, Northern whiskeys, Islander rum, Crownlands ciders, Oathlands meads -- and so much more. Tents are set up all throughout the areas surrounding the field itself, offering a staggering and astounding variety of foods and drinks. It is monumentally clear that no expense has been spared in the preparation for this legendary tournament.

Berenice is there, of course, standing to greet those arriving to compete, managing the herding and wrangling of cats with all of that charm and effortlessness that she is often known for. (If it, just as naturally, her valet /Benvolio/ who is doing the actual writing down of things.) As everyone arrives, it's clear by that sense of anticipation in the air that matters will be beginning shortly.

Narcissa has joined the General Seating.

Brother Chester arrives, following Jeffeth.

Lucita makes her way into the tournament ground and after gancing around, makes her way toward Olivia, speaking quietly with her and then joining her in a quiet area from which to watch.

Martino has joined the the Beverage Tent.

Jeffeth has joined the line.

Thea has joined the the Beverage Tent.

4 Novice Keaton Huntsmen, Gigi, an apprentice physician's assistant, Oaken, an Oakhaven bloodhound arrive, following Reigna.

Skye is dressed in white gown with a gold and white jacket that reaches down to the floor, covering up her shoes. Her white gloves with golden accents and just a hint of blue ribbon. She quietly moves over to where her patron, Princess Alarissa, is sitting an joins the Thrax group there. She murmurs a soft greeting before taking her seat.

Wrecking Ball, Felicia's stallion, has been painstakingly primped in preparation for the tournament. The big black beast eager in his high steps. The former King's Own has foregone wearing her helm for the ride in, the bright crimson of her head joined by the deep purple of the panelled skirt over her armor. She takes her place among those on the line with respectful nods and broad smiles as she gets an eyeful of the competition.

Fecundo seems to laugh and joke with Miranda on the field as he looks to the stands and then the other contestants.

Michael is dressed in his Iron Guard best! Which, with the Iron Guard, is just his patrol steel plated armor. But its good enough for jousting. He is upon the field, holding the reins of a white warhorse and looks miserable. Already sweating...though its a bit cold..

Harlex arrives with reins in hand, guiding Scout down into the field. The Sword of Lenosia wears his familiar suit of darkened plate and carries under his arm, his bestial helm. There is a brief but noticeable glance toward Berenice, for no particular reason, probably because she's such a great hostess, and a bow of his head before he lines himself up beside the other jousting competitors. Once in his place, he hops into the saddle with an expert rider's ease.

Sparte has joined the line.

Jeffeth has joined the Field.

Amari strolls onto the grounds and after a meander by the tents to find some refreshments, quickly finds a good seat to watch the joust from. There she settles right in, satchel bag pulled up into her lap like a makeshift table that she sets her small assortment of snacks on. Since she's not brought her monster dogs with her for once, she needn't even have to worry about sharing either.

Kaia arrived at some point, accompanying her cousin Michael, but eventually parted ways when he went over to the field and she towards the beverage tent, where most of the ones she knew had agreed to meet by.

The Bear-Man that is Brogan reaches out towards Felicia. Bonk. Hastily he withdraws his hand and shakes it while grumbling. "Now what is the fun of helping you into the armor before I can goose you for luck?" Shaking done, he goes back to ensuring armor is properly secured and in place. "You're going to knock them flat. Just remember. Horses are treacherous beasties." A sidelong glance towards the various mounts and remounts gathered. His left hand suddenly produces a flask, mostly shielded from view from between themselves. "Need a nip?"

Ilmia comes in by herself and with a bit of a smile on her face, she was rarely in a bad mood. The tall woman finds herself a seat to settle into and starts to look over the field at those who are participating.

Sparte gently pats the neck of Hyb as he waits next to his steed for the jousting to begin. He is wearing full traditional Iron Guardsman armor today, representing them in some smaller way with his participation. Not that he is alone amongst the competitors in that.

Stepping in smooth with his sister, Thea. The Lord Martino Malvici crosses around the outside of the field, a distant and passing nod to his brother Domonico out in the field before he curls his lips to him, cheering him on from afar with two vocal members of the Malvici family. Leading his sister in to the beverage tent for the social cheer within.

Crow - Thraxian Steward arrives, delivering a message to Lucita before departing.

Kincade wields The Executioner's Song, horseman's axe.

Thorn has joined the Quiet Booth.

Felicia turns her attention down to Brogan at that 'bonk' with a snort,"Wrecking Ball is great, if I lose it's going to be because someone was better than me." she gives a nod up the line and then laughs with a glance for the offering, shaking her head adamantly,"Sounds like Lord Michael might appreciate some hair of the dog though." and leans down towards the tall man,"Kiss for luck?"

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

Brianna checked dexterity + sewing at difficulty 9, rolling 24 higher.

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

Duchess Fianna Crovane arrives and searches for a seat with a good view of the horses and their riders. Dressed in her riding gear, she's not competing in the joust, but rather proud to show her love of equine events. She spots a few familiar Crovane horses and smiles proudly as she finally finds a place to sit down.

Reigna arrives with a host of purple and brown robed physicians and apprentices, all carrying boxes of supplies and some posts and fabric. In a display of efficiency born of practice and repeated drills, those supplies are neatly stacked and the team of healers work to begin constructing a healer's tent. Poles are pounded into the ground, cots are being set up, hand carts are being turned into tables and braziers are being lit, all under the supervision of the Guildmaster, Reigna.

Domonico hmmms and notes his siblings heading elsewhere and he stands move to meet them at the tent, pausing to greet Silvio on route with a polite nod and a "Lord Silvio"

Domonico has left the General Seating.

Domonico has joined the the Beverage Tent.

Dariel makes his way to the grounds, watching all the competitors get ready for only brief moment before heading into the beverage tent which is probably the best place to watch the contest from. He dips his head in greetings to those he recognises and gives Kaia a hug.

Peri inclines her head to the Malvici siblings, "Lord Martino, Lady Thea." She attempts to look very regal while greeting them, but can't help it cracking up into laughter. The energy of the event infects her. She grins at everyone around around her.

Reedy, a King's Own aide arrives, following Corban.

As Dante waits for the tournament to begin, his green eyes scan the stands, first finding his sister Narcissa and giving her a smile, and then finding... no one else from Fidante. He rolls his eyes, no doubt hiding the crushed heart of a very sad Dante.

Thorn looks over the scholar and smiles a bit, "It's not going to be so bad we need all that I hope." She winks and then smiles over to Jyri, "I'm Thorn. A pleasure and such."

The line has been dismissed by Berenice.

Alaric and his retinue stroll out onto the grounds, dispensing the usual royal waves and grins to his adoring public. The King's Own with the King fan out in formation behind him as he turns to address the stands front and center, speaking out in a clearly projected voice.

"Since the era of the Reckoning and the foundation of the Compact of Arvum, the Tournament of Roses has stood the test of time as one of our most cherished traditions. Honorable Arvians from far and wide have always gathered in Arx to honor the Gods and thrill the crowds by displaying their skill and prowess. I am delighted to see everyone here today, contestants and spectators alike. I thank all you for attending and wish our entrants all good fortune in the Tournament to come. Win or lose I know that you will leave with your head held high having done your best. I declare this Tournament of Roses of the year 1010 after Reckoning now begun, and I turn it over to this year's tournament director Princess Berenice Velenosa to start the jousting finals!"

Preston is overheard praising Alaric: He said words! Fine words. And mentioned the Gods, which is good. Because temporal power without the spiritual really lacks that extra spark that only comes with potential smitings.

Victus is overheard praising Alaric: To the tournament of roses!

"Wrecking Ball is jealous of my existence." Brogan gives the horse a wary look. He arches his brows when the flask is not required and tucks it away. "In front of all these people?" Eyelashes are batted theatrically. Yet he does assent and plants a firm one on Felicia for luck. "Knock someones ribcage about!" This is his parting shot as he withdraws so she can prepare herself without interference.

Peri is overheard praising Alaric: Long live the king! He is so dope! What an awesome dude! *does the wave*

Alaric applauds the riders gathered on the field as he heads back to the stands, stopping at the judges' booth first.

Alaric has joined the Judges Booth.

Esoka mounts up her courser in preparation for the joust, for all that it'll be a bit until her turn in the lists. King Alaric's words receive as deep a bow of her shoulders as she can manage on horseback, and a prayer is muttered to Gloria for fortitude and good sportsmanship. She watches the field with shining eyes, always enjoying things crash into other things.

Iliana has joined the the Beverage Tent.

Berenice steps onto the field after Alaric, a one-piece suit of umbra clinging to her ever curve, her smile brilliant as she soaks up the spotlight Alaric has handed to her. "Ladies and gentlemen, nobles and commoners, the finals of this year's jousting contest at the Tournament of Roses shall now commence! We begin with our first match: Lord Michael Bisland, Sword of Pridehall, facing off against Lord Dante Fidante, Sword of Tor. My lords, please take your places!" And she, too, settles at the Judges Booth with Alaric.

Michael is ready, astride his white warhorse and listing from side to side as they move to get into place at one end of the jousting lists. A man brings him a lance and he lofts it up in the air by its length several times before grasping the handle and getting set.

Where there is Alaric, there is the King's Own close behind. Sir Corban Telmar, the First Captain, is the King's head of the detail today, moving into the judge's booth with him to keep watch while the other knights spread out to ensure that the large crowd does not pose a thread.

Corban has joined the Judges Booth.

Hearing his name called, Dante glances back to his horse. "Well, time for spectacular victory, or defeat. But spectacular nonetheless!" he says with cheer before mounting and moving to his place. Clad in shining metal plate and gold filigree, with a long white cloak bearing the Rose of Tor, it's rather difficult to miss the man. Just as it should be.

Dante checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 1 higher.

Michael checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 13 lower.

Michael checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 43, rolling 22 higher.

Dante checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 29, rolling 39 higher.

Michael checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 0 higher.

Dante checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 17 higher.

Michael checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 36 higher.

Dante checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 13, rolling 28 higher.

Michael checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 2 lower.

Dante checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 8 higher.

Dante checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 22, rolling 41 higher.

Michael checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 32, rolling 19 higher.

Rukhnis enters from the road, scanning the area and the jousting field itself with a faint furrow in her brow. After a few moments she spies at least one familiar face from the Physicians Guild and, still with the same mild frown, trots over to join Reigna and makes a formal bow to her before speaking softly to the other woman.

Lailah is overheard praising Dante: Congratulations for defeating my brother. Well done.

Lailah is overheard praising Michael: You may have lost, but you gave it a good shot.

Lances break and spray splinters into the sands. Michael rides against Dante thrice. His warhorse seems keen to pull and stray during each of the charges, likely due to Michael's unfamiliarity and lack of skill in horsemanship. Three charges is all it takes, with lances being broken each time. But the last list has lance slide over Michael's shield at impact to connect and dump him into the sands. A moment or three is what it takes before the man in Iron Guard armor rouses and whistles for his errant horse.

Maude, a bashful mourning dove, Roofus, a fluffy Graypeak Mountain Dog arrive, following Jennyva.

Arianna is overheard praising Michael: Excellent sportsmanship!

Skye is overheard praising Dante: Fine jousting!

Kaia is overheard praising Michael: Whooooo! Go Michael! We still love you!!!

It is by no means an easy victory. Both rider crash into one-another with thundering sound. Thrice, Dante must face his opponent, and it's only at the final bout that the man is unhorsed, and Dante the victor. He turns after that last bout, looking to make certain Michael stands up again. He inclines his head to the man in a genuine show of respect before leaving the field.

Brogan has joined the the Beverage Tent.

Skye is overheard praising Michael: A fine showing, even if he didn't win.

Arianna is overheard praising Dante: Man knows how to handle a stick.

The remains of a shattered lance in Michael's hand is lifted high upon Dante's pass in acknowledgement of Dante's victory.

Narcissa is overheard praising Dante: Superb riding, brother! You have escaped satirical poetry once again.

Reese is overheard praising Michael: Woots, great jousting!

Reese is overheard praising Dante: Woot, great riding and jousting!

Peri is overheard praising Michael: Excellent show! You are the best teacher.

Jennyva makes her way in quietly and a little late, but is just in time to see.. something! She cheers with the rest of them, clapping.

Berenice, as hostess, offers up effusive appreciation for both competitors with an enthusiastic round of applause. "Most brilliant performance from both of you, my lords!" she calls brightly from her booth. As the two leave the field, the next match is soon to begin. "Lady Miranda Rubino, Sword of Gemecitta, will now face Prince Klaus Thrax!"

Upon hearing her name, Miranda arrives astride her horse and accepts a lance from one of the helpers. She hefts it, gets a good grip and holds it aloft, ready to begin. She nods to her opponent, "Good luck, your Highness!" She smiles warmly to Prince Klaus.

Klaus checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 21 higher.

Miranda checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 9 higher.

Klaus checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 9, rolling 48 higher.

Miranda checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 21, rolling 37 higher.

Miranda checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 0 higher.

Klaus checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 15 higher.

Klaus checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 48 higher.

Miranda checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 15 higher.

Miranda checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 7 higher.

Klaus checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 27 higher.

Miranda checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 23, rolling 38 higher.

Klaus checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 3, rolling 44 higher.

Helena has left the General Seating.

2 Redrain Guards have been dismissed.


Klaus is announced and he dips his lance in respect first to the judges and then to the Knight Miranda, giving heels to Glory and like a loosed balista bolt the warhorse is off. Three passes at one another, yet it is clear the Thraxan prince's riding skills are better, and carry him through to the third and final tilt, where the force of the last tilt shatters his lance more than half its length upon the knight's shield.

Silas has left the Field.

Dash the Guard Corgi have been dismissed.

2 Iron Guardsmen have been dismissed.

"Yeessss, Prince Klaus!" Comes Prince Victus, shouting from the high booth. "Ride on!"

Arianna is overheard praising Miranda: She looked so majestic up there and her outfit was so well coordinated!

Silvio is overheard praising Miranda: 3

Reigna has joined the Quiet Booth.

Skye is overheard praising Klaus: A victory for Thrax!

Klaus is overheard praising Miranda: Well matched!

Domonico is overheard praising Miranda: So proud of my Cousin!

Fearlessly, Miranda rides into battle against the Thraxian prince and ... gets rammed each time. By the third time, the enormous impact of the Prince's strength and lance upon her shield finally set the slightly off-balanced Sword flying off her horse! She lands with a thud, rolling a bit with the landing and oofs. She does come up laughing, though rubbing at a section of her chest where the shield was pushed into her. "Well done, your Highness! Well done!" She manages breathlessly. She is able to get back to her feet and, on her way off the field, passes by Silvio to accept flowers from him. She leans over to kiss his cheek and heads off!

Ilmia has joined the General Seating.

Skye is overheard praising Miranda: You jousted well!

Fecundo is overheard praising Miranda: Well jousted, sistemine.


Klaus inclined his head in respect a well to the Sword and smiled. "You as well m'Lady, well ridden and well done. I would have you at my side in any campaign." Klaus then moved aside to join the lists again to see who is opponent would be next.

Rukhnis has joined the Far Stands.

The crowd cheers its praises of the brilliant match, and Berenice adds her own applause to the mix, enjoying the displays of prowess just as much as any of the spectators. "Next we shall see Messere Sparte Grayfellow, Officer of the Iron Guard, face off against Sir Jeffeth Bayweather, Knight of Solace!"

Jeffeth checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 12 higher.

Sparte mounts Hyb when his name is called, making some last second adjustments to his gear while she trots into position. A small token of Gloria is removed from his belt, care taken as he wraps it around the handle of his lance and grips it there. In position, the cloak of the Iron Guard catching a bit of wind behind him, he manages to look like a proper professional. Then true to form he gives a corny thumbs up to Jeffeth, ruining the illusion.

Sparte checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 12 lower.

Jeffeth checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 18, rolling 59 higher.

Sparte checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 42, rolling 4 higher.

Miranda has left the Field.

Jeffeth checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 29 higher.

Sparte checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 16 lower.

Miranda has joined the General Seating.

Jeffeth checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 48 higher.

Ilmia's cheering for everyone really, not discriminating in who gets it really. Though there is a wince for someone in particular.

Sparte checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 46, rolling 10 higher.

Jeffeth checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 30 higher.

Sparte checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 12 higher.

Michael has left the Field.

Jeffeth checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 42 higher.

Sparte has rolled a critical success!
Sparte checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 18, rolling 114 higher.

Arianna is overheard praising Sparte: You rode so well.

3 Last Watch Sentries, 3 Redrain Guards arrive, following Donella.

Merek has come to visit the tournament and makes his way to the stands. He has on his black dress attire and a vest with his cloak on also, as he settles at a place to watch.

Merek has joined the Far Stands.

Donella has joined the General Seating.

Alaric has left the Judges Booth.

Zelda, the royal messenger have been dismissed.

13 King's Own Guardsmen have been dismissed.

Vanora has left the High Booth.

Closing the visor of his great helm, the large knight on his equally large horse gives a big thumbs up in return to Sparte. The massive horse makes her way over to the lists. Friendly places her hooves steadily, kicking a bit at the grass in anticipation just before the tilt begins. Jeffeth holds his lance up in salute to Sparte, then holds his lance up to Berenice and the King. And finally to the crowd.

Then Friendly is launching towards the lists. Jeffeth rides well for a large man, and the pair of the big beasts hurtling down the lists is in a word terrifying. That is if some in the crowd couldn't hear the large man humming to himself over the colliding of hooves.

Jeffeth's aim is true each time, lowering his lance to collide into Sparte on each run. Each time the lance breaks on the lance his humming could be heard going into crescendo, as if the battle was setting the beat. Circling back to the beginning of the lists. Another lance is provided, another lance broken, but the Iron Guardsman stays seated. Finally a third lance is provided and the humming Knight of Solace once more hurtles down the lists, lowering his lance towards Sparte's chest, however the final round provides a few surprises...

Martino has left the the Beverage Tent.

Preston is overheard praising Jeffeth: A fine example of Solace martial prowess.

Michael has joined the the Beverage Tent.

The lances are both leveled, the riders are both aiming true. The aims are almost too perfect, as the two lancers collide in a shower of splinters. Sparte thrusts with a force that destroys his own lance down to the very handle, a strike of strength and accuracy that doesn't seem suitable to his beanpole frame. Yet there it was. If he had hit that hard against Jeffeth all three times, perhaps this would have gone differently.

But where Sparte had a miraculously good strike, all three of Jeffeth's had been sound hits. Hits that rattle the bones and set a rider a bit looser in the saddle than they were before. Even as Sparte strikes true, his grip on his reins come loose, and down to the ground he falls with a clatter of steel. He grunts as he gets to his feet, patting his chest a few times to make sure everything is still there before raising another thumbs up to Jeffeth. "Well fought!"

Collecting his steed, Sparte walks her off the field. Reins in one hand, and that token of Gloria still gripped around the remains of the lance in his other.

Donella has left the General Seating.

Donella has joined the High Booth.

Berenice watches the match with rapt attention as it commences and continues, her smile growing ever wider, especially when Sparte lands such a brilliant strike there towards the end. She cheers enthusiastically, applauding brilliantly as the two competitors leave the field. "Marvelous! Well-fought!" she cries. "Next we shall see Dame Felicia Harrow face off against Harlex Valtyr, Sword of Lenosia!"

Felicia checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 33 higher.

Harlex checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 17 higher.

Skye is overheard praising Sparte: For his brillant strike

Indeed, Jeffeth is jerked back in the saddle at that final solid hit. Jostled and rattled, the big man manages to hang in the saddle but only just. He jerks his head up over at Sparte, his features can't be seen but he's probably surprised. A significantly weaker arm is raised with a thumbs up. Before Jeffeth and Friendly ride off from the lists slowly. Ow.

Harlex checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 13, rolling 70 higher.

Felicia checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 59 higher.

Harlex checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 48 higher.

Felicia checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 28 higher.

Skye is overheard praising Jeffeth: For his well placed hits

Harlex checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 47 higher.

Felicia checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 2, rolling 44 higher.

Felicia checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 10 higher.

Harlex checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 11 higher.

Harlex checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 19, rolling 39 higher.

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

Arianna is overheard praising Harlex: Dread Wolf strikes again!

Corban has left the Judges Booth.

Reedy, a King's Own aide have been dismissed.

Harlex moves astride Scout into the deeper part of the field. A hand is risen, the one not carrying his lance, and with a gesture behind the long perked ear that top jaw slams shut. Sparks spraying from the connection of rough-cut fangs. He leans forward, grip tight on the reins, and with a click the Sword of Lenosia takes off down the line at a hard, fast pace.

Each of his lances are destroyed. One after another. Against the hardened hide of his opponent. A combination no doubt of her toughness and his own wild strength. But on the third, with that tilt just right, he strikes dead center to send Felicia down onto the dirt. Unseated. He swings around at the end of his run, broken lance risen to the stands.

Silvio has left the General Seating.

Ilmia has left the General Seating.

Ilmia has joined the the Concessions Tent.

Felicia manuvers Wrecking Ball up to the line, offering the judges booth a bow of respect, then a salute to the stands, and finally one to her opponent. The redhaired knight holds her own on the first two passes, but the third pass that slight off-center cant of her own lance combined with Harlex's solid strike on center mass finally parts her from her saddle. It takes her a moment to catch her breath and roll carefully onto her feet. A hand raised in acknowledgment of the stands and a salute of respect given towards her opponent before she collects the stallions reins and limps towards the beverage tent.

Rysen has joined the General Seating.

Is Berenice a little /particularly/ enthusiastic about this match? Perhaps. But she's been such a delighted spectator for all of them that it's hardly noticeable. She cheers for both of them as she's done for all the others, her smile widening brilliantly. "And now! Prince Fecundo Valardin faces off against Baron Silas Whitehawk, Lord Commander of the Iron Guard!"

Fecundo checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 5 higher.

Silas checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 26 higher.

Fecundo checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 25, rolling 66 higher.

Silas checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 4, rolling 79 higher.

Fecundo checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 4 higher.

Fecundo checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 26, rolling 28 higher.

Silas checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 1 higher.

Ondine, a red-breasted sparrowhawk have been dismissed.

Silas checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 29, rolling 24 higher.

Fecundo has rolled a critical success!
Fecundo checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 35 higher.

Silas checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 4 higher.

Fecundo checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 40 higher.

Silas checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 26, rolling 21 higher.

Felicia has left the Field.

Laudine, a stern middle-aged maidservant, 2 Whitehawk Guards, Cabbit, a nub-tailed tabby cat arrive, following Tabitha.

Maude, a bashful mourning dove, Roofus, a fluffy Graypeak Mountain Dog leave, following Jennyva.

Bringing Obsidian around to the lists, Fecundo salutes his oopponent and then those in the stands. He settles in for a solid set of jousting rounds. The first two passes look very evenly matched with lances breaking and some woobble, but keeping his seat. Rounding for the third run, it's easy to see that the horse and man ar completely in sink. Though The Vlardin Prince takes a strike, the one he provides is just powerful enough to unseat his opponent, seeming almost glued to his own saddle. He checks to make sure Baron Silas is alright before riding by the stands to collect the flower offered by his siter, Miranda.

Silas nudges his horse forward when his name is called to the lists. He adjusts his helmet, to ensure a proper fit, and salutes his silently salutes his opponent from across the field. He takes a moment to balance his lance when an attendant hands it to him - it is clear he isn't terrifically confident. Nevertheless, he rides forward when the signal is given!

The first passes are close, a trained eye could probably deduce Fecundo was the better rider, and it clearly shows in the last pass. The Lord Commander remains in control of his stead, but it not enough to remain in the saddle! He manages to fall in a way to mitigate any serious damage, and scrambles up to his feet. "Well done, Your Highness!" He calls after Fecundo, then properly retreats for the next joust.

Fecundo is overheard praising Silas: Very close tilt and a worthy opponent.

Silas is overheard praising Fecundo: Well done!

Iliana has left the the Beverage Tent.

Iliana has joined the the Concessions Tent.

It's the closest match so far, and the crowd is on the edge of its seats. As is the hostess in the Judges Stand, watching intently for which of the closely-matched opponents is going to finally falter. She doesn't realize until Silas finally falls that she's been holding her breath. "What a match!" she declares giddily from her booth. "A marvelous ride, both of you! Next we shall see Lord Kincade Blanchard, House Blanchard's /Master of Horse/, face off against Lord Dante Fidante for his second match of the tourney!"

Reigna has left the Quiet Booth.

Kincade checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 34 higher.

Dante checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 9 higher.

Dante checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 21, rolling 59 higher.

Dante checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 12 higher.

Dante has rolled a critical success!
Dante checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 18, rolling 97 higher.

Dante checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 1 higher.

Kincade checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 38 higher.

Kincade checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 18 higher.

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

Dante checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 13 higher.

Kincade checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 28 higher.

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

Kincade checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 2, rolling 53 higher.

Kaia is overheard praising Kincade: Whooo! Go Kincade! You did great!!!

Reese is overheard praising Dante: Woot, great jousting!

Reese is overheard praising Kincade: Impressive riding!

Reese is overheard praising Miranda: Yay, Lady Miranda, great riding!

Miranda is overheard praising Fecundo: Great Joust, big Brother!

Lucita cheers for the contestants.

The large Warhorse Ignis strides past the lists with Kincade atop, the usually jovial knight looking rather serious today. The Oathlander raises his lance thrice. "For King, For Arvum, For Gloria!" before lining up on his end of the tilt, nodding to Dante, then lowering his visor.

Steam flares out of Ignis' muzzle in the cool autumn air in the still before the launch. Then they're off! Both knight and horse eye's ablaze. Kincade rides the horse hard in it's first real test of the animal. The lance connects with Dante and splinters but so does Dante's. Both riders force driving Kincade out of the saddle and too the ground.

The knight lays in the dirt for a moment and raises a hand with a thumbs up showing he's ok. It takes a moment for the old knight to get to his feet but when he does he shows a moment of respect to Dante before gathering Ignis and limping off the field.

Miranda is overheard praising Kincade: Superb jousting!

Kincade has left the Field.

Kincade has joined the the Beverage Tent.

Tabitha has joined the Quiet Booth.

And so it is for the Sword of Tor to take the field once more. Dante looks back to the stands, raising his lance towards his sister Narcissa in salute, before turning to face his newest opponent. Dante inclines his head to the Master of Horse, a final show of respect before they are met in the clash of lance upon steel. It is one round, yet what a round! He turns to see the fallen Kincade, only in time to see the thumbs up. Once more, Dante salutes his opponent, and leaves the field.

Klaus checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 21 higher.

"Prince Klaus Thrax and Sir Jeffeth Bayweather will face their second match against each other!" Berenice proclaims as the cheers from the crowd start to abate following Kincade and Dante's dramatic match.

Klaus checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 9, rolling 33 higher.

Jeffeth checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 22 higher.

Jeffeth checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 30, rolling 22 higher.

Klaus checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 12 higher.

Jeffeth checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 16 higher.

Klaus checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 18, rolling 32 higher.

Jeffeth checked strength + huge wpn at difficulty 14, rolling 60 higher.

Klaus checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 7 higher.

Jeffeth checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 43 higher.

Klaus checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 23, rolling 29 higher.

Jeffeth checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 49 higher.

Kincade has left the the Beverage Tent.

Ignis, Legendary Mountain Warhorse have been dismissed.


Klaus is a good rider, steady in the saddle, and he is far from unskilled with a lance, but he is not the equal of Sir Jeffeth on the field this day as each tilt proves, till the very end where even the solid soldier could not keep upon Glory's saddle no matter what tricks he knew he used. He fell down and rolled with the fall so as not to earn too many bruises. He gets up hositing his lance up in salute to the Knight of Solace. "Well done, Sir Jeffeth, well done." He then takes Glory's reigns and leads the horse off the lists, giving a reassuring pat upon the horse's neck to let her know the fault this day was not hers.

Reese is overheard praising Klaus: Great Jousting!

Glory have been dismissed.

Reese is overheard praising Jeffeth: Great Jousting!

Klaus has left the Field.

Klaus has joined the the Concessions Tent.

Lining up once more, Jeffeth leans down to give Friendly a pat-pat-pat on her flank. "May we both honor Gloria, Your Highness." Jeffeth calls out, probably overly loud to Klaus. He wasn't sure how much volume would be in the crowd and he probably yelled at the moment when everyone went quiet. Whoops.

When they are called to begin, the big man gallops forward. The lance is held upright for most of the bout until the lance is dropped to plow against Klaus's chest. With the splintering of the lance and the Thraxian Prince falling, the knight wheels his horse around going to quickly pull his helm off. The big man raises up his fist in salute to Klaus, smiling brightly. "Well fought, Your Highness." Jeffeth calls out with no small amount of enthusiasm and a brilliant smile. He has a bit more energy now after recovering from Sparte's hefty attack.

Kincade has joined the the Beverage Tent.

Tyce the gruff and disapproving, Honore, the proudest and prettiest peacock ever arrive, following Juliana.

As another match ends, Berenice rises once more to announce the next. "Princess Reese Grayson, the Knight of Ribbons, will now face off against Harlex Valtyr for his second tilt!"

Reese is mounted upon her white war filly and adorned in lots of pink and a few favors are tangled up in her golden locks including a curious twig. She looks to Harlex, giving him a smile. "I am honored to go up against you, Sword Harlex. May Gloria be with us both." She says before putting on her helmet and getting her lance which is decorated with pink ribbons ready. She does spare a moment to wave to the beverage tent, seeming to be friendly with some there.

Harlex has rolled a critical success!
Harlex checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 54 higher.

Reese checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 28 higher.

Tyce the gruff and disapproving, Honore, the proudest and prettiest peacock ever leave, following Juliana.

Harlex checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 44 higher.

Reese checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 2, rolling 77 higher.

Harlex checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 34 higher.

Reese checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 30 higher.

Harlex checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 66 higher.

Reese checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 57 higher.

Harlex checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 36 higher.

Reese checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 9 higher.

Harlex checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 79 higher.

Reese checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 21, rolling 26 higher.

From the beverage tent a loud set of cheers emerge for Reese as soon as she waves.

Silas is overheard praising Reese.

Silas is overheard praising Michael.

Silas is overheard praising Sparte.

"As you say," Harlex replies with a simple nod of his head as they face one another across the length of the row. He closes that helm again, Scout stirring beneath him in the saddle, and then the wolfish Sword takes off at a bolt across the length of the way. Dust kicking behind the hard hooves of his warhorse as he barrels down on the princess.

There's three passes, seemingly neck and neck, before the Sword of Lenosia drives his lance against her point-blank and sends Reese from the saddle with a crash.

Again he turns, likely to see that his opponent is -- you know -- OK. But he raises his broken lance again toward the attending audience. That mercenary sure can joust. He gives a salute to his fallen foe as well before tossing the broken weapon.

Narcissa is overheard praising Harlex: Another win for the Lyceum.

Peri is overheard praising Reese: She honors Gloria with her jousting!

Reese charges forward with her pink ribboned lance, the girl trying to take on Halex, but she is no match for him and she fails, falling from her horse and landing on the ground. She gets back up after a few moments and then moves her helm. "Well done, Master Harlex." She says start to walk her horse away from the field.

"A thrilling match!" Berenice declares, applauding boldly for both the competitors as the bout ends and they make their ways off the field. "Now we shall see our final competitor of the tourney, Dame Esoka Greenblood, face Prince Fecundo Valardin for his second tilt!"

There is a great deal of good-natured bellow-cheering from Esoka throughout the various tilts. It's loudest for Jeffeth and Reese, if one is tracking such things. Then, it's her turn. She mounts up, raising an arm to wave to the crowd - pumping a fist in Preston's direction - and gets herself a lance. A salute is offered to Fecundo as she takes her place. "Gloria favor us with a bracing ride!" she prodigal knight yells merrily. Her steed, a courser with a proud tilt to his neck, snorts and paws the ground heavily with a hoof. He has been waiting eagerly for this.

Fecundo returns the salute to Esoka, settling on Obsidian and readying for the next tilt.

Fecundo checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 7 higher.

Esoka checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 28 higher.

Fecundo checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 23, rolling 34 higher.

Esoka checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 2, rolling 51 higher.

Fecundo checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 12 higher.

Esoka checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 17 higher.

Fecundo checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 18, rolling 43 higher.

Esoka checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 13, rolling 39 higher.

Kincade has left the the Beverage Tent.

Kincade has joined the General Seating.

Fecundo checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 1 higher.

Esoka checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 9 higher.

Fecundo has rolled a critical success!
Fecundo checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 29, rolling 71 higher.

Esoka checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 21, rolling 36 higher.

Esoka is a workmanlike rider. Not the flashiest, but she gets the job done, thundering toward Fecundo with enthusiasm and zeal. She breaks a couple of lances against his shield before, finally, being knocked off her horse. She hits the ground with a thud of metal and muscle. Not that she stays down long, getting up again and offering Fecundo a merry salute. Removing her helmet to grin broadly. "A fine match, your highness!"

Reese is overheard praising Esoka: Well fought!

Silas is overheard praising Esoka.

Esoka is overheard praising Fecundo: A fine opponent!

2 Armed Confessors arrives, following Korka.

On this second tilt, Fecundo looks a little less comfortable with his seat, taking the brunt of the lance strikes on the first two passes. Coming around for the third pass, his seat looks worse than the first set of passes. Even with that issue, he manages to level his lance at the right point to unseat his opponent. As before, he slows and turns to check she is alright, but smiles and returns her salute, "Well matched....and thank you."

Dariel has left the the Beverage Tent.

Ramona - A Guard in Ashford House Colours, Bigsby - A Thoughtful Looking Young Man in Nondescript Clothing, 4 Ashford House Guard arrive, following Lisebet.

Fecundo is overheard praising Esoka: An honorable competitor and worthy opponent.

For most of the joust, the two seem remarkably well-matched, and it looks like it will end up in those final moments as a true nail-biter. It's Fecundo's remarkable last tilt that breaks him into the lead, and Berenice is applauding there at her booth. "We now enter the semi-final round of the tourney! Sir Jeffeth Bayweather now faces off against Lord Dante Fidante!"

Esoka has left the Field.

Esoka has joined the General Seating.

Jeffeth checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 18 higher.

Dante checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 6 higher.

Dante checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 24, rolling 51 higher.

Jeffeth checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 12, rolling 32 higher.

Dante checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 4 higher.

Jeffeth checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 47 higher.

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

Jeffeth checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 52 higher.

Dante checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 25 higher.

Jeffeth checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 23 higher.

Dante checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 5, rolling 38 higher.

Jeffeth has rolled a critical success!
Jeffeth checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 7, rolling 73 higher.

Reese has left the Field.

Reese has joined the the Beverage Tent.

Late, but fashionably so! Lisebet Ashford arrives finally, and pauses to listen to the crowds and catch up on what is happening. She also stops to take a moment and admire all the banners and of course the roses.

Michael has left the the Beverage Tent.

Kaia has left the the Beverage Tent.

Colin Laurent, a quiet and serene companion, 2 Bisland pride guards leave, following Kaia.

Kaia leaves, following Michael.

Jeffeth had been cheering for Esoka loudly, unfortunately he was fiddling with his saddle and missed that she had already been taken off her horse. When he looks up with a "Go get hi--" He grimaces, smile faltering as he discovers the competitors are already departing. Whoops. Looking up as he is called once more, the large man rides up on Friendly towards the lists. His lance is raised in salute to Dante, then to Berenice and the King, and finally to the crowd.

The large man struggles to land as solid hits as he has been in the past few tilts. Dante rides and strikes admirably as the Knight Commander fights to keep his lance pointing true. Finally on the third pass, the man from Tor comes back for more, Dante Fidante rides down and the Bayweather Bull goes out to meet him. His final strike has a little more oomph behind it as Jeffeth levels his lance at the Fidante and with a resounding crack, the lance breaks. "Well fought, my Lord!" Jeffeth cheers out to Dante, raising his fist in salute to the other man.

Colin Laurent, a quiet and serene companion, 2 Bisland pride guards arrive, following Kaia.

Kaia has joined the the Beverage Tent.

Carita has left the High Booth.

5 Redoubt Buccaneers have been dismissed.

Bengalo, the sneaky black cat have been dismissed.

Luna, the sweet, studious assistant have been dismissed.

Francis have been dismissed.

Once more, Dante Fidante returns to the field, though he pauses at the sight of Jeffeth and his horse. "Never before have I felt quite so much pity for the burdens of another as the poor horse before me." he notes. But there's a joust to have, and thus, with a salute to Jeffeth, his visor is closed and the joust begins! Once, twice, neither budges. But on the third time, such strength from this giant of a man! Dante is sent crashing into the ground, head first. It takes him a moment, but he finally does stand, still alive! Removing his helmet, he bows to Jeffeth. "Well done indeed! It was an honour." And so, the Sword of Tor, defeated, leaves the field, blinking from the blood dropping into his eyes. Ow.

Dante has left the Field.

In those first passes, it looks like Dante is landing his tilts better, and then Jeffeth pulls ahead swiftly to provide the decisive victor. Matters are truly coming to a head now, with only one semifinal match remaining before the final two. "And our last semifinal tilt: Harlex Valtyr stands against Prince Fecundo Valardin!" Berenice announces.

Esoka leads her horse off the field, getting him settled and handed off to a groom who will give him cool the steed down. For her part, she finds a place in the crowd where she spectate the rest of the competition. And yell, of course.

Fecundo checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 32 higher.

Harlex checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 10 higher.

Fecundo checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 51 higher.

Harlex checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 20, rolling 23 higher.

Fecundo checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 10 lower.

Harlex checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 20 higher.

Harlex checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 10, rolling 41 higher.

Fecundo checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 40, rolling 12 higher.

Fecundo checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 4 lower.

Harlex checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 39 higher.

Fecundo checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 34, rolling 3 higher.

Harlex checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 61 higher.

Fecundo comes out strong on this third tilt, the first lance striking firmly against Harlex, but something slips after that. It's easy to see that he loses his comfortable seat, making his second strike weak compared to the one that he receives. While he partly recovers his balance on the third round, it's not enough to counter Harlex's superior riding and strike, finally unseating the Valardin Prince. He is still for a moment, but takes his helm off, laughing and saluting the victor. He finally gets himself up and takes his horse from the field.

Fecundo is overheard praising Harlex: Well won and good fortune moving on.

Domonico has left the the Beverage Tent.

Domonico has joined the General Seating.

The Sword of Lenosia returns to the field and wastes no time getting Scout into a full on rush. There's three passes again, each of his attempts seem to knock Fecundo a bit more out of the saddle until finally, with a crashing finale, he sends the prince to the dirt. Harlex doesn't raise his lance this time, but he does give a nod of appreciation to the prince. The taciturn, dark-clad swordsman doesn't leave the area but he does replace his lance. He knows what happens next, the risen jaw of his helm letting an unobstructed view of that focused tenebrous visage. Studying Jeffeth. His final opponent.

As the large Knight of Solace rides away from the last tilt, Jeffeth looks over Harlex and Fecundo. Slowly his helm is taken off. Dismounting, Jeffeth makes his way back over to where the lances and gear has been resting. In his personal bag, his helm is stored and a different one is retrieved. Instead an alaricite helm is raised up and placed slowly over Jeffeth's head. The helm crafted in the fashion of a Bull's head complete with horns.

The wolf has been riding and unseating all his competitors. Now a Bull mounts back up to face him. A bull.. riding a horse.

Whatever, Jeffeth is riding back over to the lists.

Fecundo has left the Field.

Fecundo has joined the General Seating.

And now Berenice takes a moment, standing at her booth to address the crowd. "And now we come to our final match! We have seen each and every rider of this tournament compete with honor and skill. All of you have honored Gloria this day with your performances, and you have all proven credit to the noble houses and honored institutions lucky enough to call you their own. But now -- we come to the end. The final match that shall decide who the Crown will honor with the most remarkable prize of all: a royal boon. Harlex Valtyr, Sword of Lenosia. Sir Jeffeth Bayweather, anointed Knight of Solace. Please take your places to close this historied tournament with all the skill you can bring to bear." And then, finally, she sits.

Jeffeth checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 18 higher.

Harlex checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 35 higher.

Harlex checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 75 higher.

Jeffeth checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 12, rolling 40 higher.

Harlex checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 17 higher.

Jeffeth checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 47 higher.

Harlex has rolled a critical success!
Harlex checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 13, rolling 122 higher.

Jeffeth checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 53 higher.

Harlex checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 34 higher.

Jeffeth checked strength + ride at difficulty 30, rolling 30 higher.

Dante has joined the General Seating.

Harlex checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 59 higher.

Jeffeth checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 1, rolling 35 higher.

Tabitha has left the Quiet Booth.

Laudine, a stern middle-aged maidservant, 2 Whitehawk Guards, Cabbit, a nub-tailed tabby cat leave, following Tabitha.

Silas is overheard praising Harlex.

Silas is overheard praising Jeffeth.

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

Narcissa is overheard praising Harlex: Yet another victory for the Lyceum, fitting and well done!

Narcissa is overheard praising Dante.

Esoka is overheard praising Berenice: Joust-herding with aplomb.

Ilmia is overheard praising Harlex: Well won.

Esoka is overheard praising Harlex: Sweet ride!

Victus raises from the stands and applauds the victor, Harlex. "Glory well-won for the south!"

2 Grayson House Guards, Elizabetta, a disapproving lady-in-waiting, Lily, an aloof lady-in-waiting, Clark, an exasperated guard arrive, following Sabella.

Sam, who is a boy and definitely not a princess in disguise, Sabella arrive, following Niklas.

From the food tents, Iliana lets out a loud whoop with a voice trained by many years to carry over a battlefield and applauds.

Rysen is overheard praising Harlex: Masterful jousting from the Sword of Lenosia.

Donella tosses around her puffed kernel corn in a snowy shower of celebration.

Fianna rises from her seat and stands, clapping with a grand smile for the winner. "Well done, Harlex!" she cheers with much enthusiasm. "Great job, Scout!" There is so much pride for the Crovane mare and the rider, and Fianna cannot contain her excitement!

Kaia has left the the Beverage Tent.

Colin Laurent, a quiet and serene companion, 2 Bisland pride guards leave, following Kaia.

Ilmia has left the the Concessions Tent.

The Wolf waits at the end of the lists and he's much slower to start than before -- not savoring the moment, but considering; sizing the adversary waiting for him. Harlex makes the pass again, closing his helm with its startling display, and gripping tight on his lance. Behind the crooked slots of that fiendish, bestial visage are bright eyes no longer cold but dripped in a molten heat. "It's time, Scout." He confers with the warhorse.

They start down the way, dust gathering behind. His black cloak flowing wild like a shadow. When they pass one another he crushes his weapon into the Bull. Throwing it aside quickly and snatching a second. "I see it," he murmurs through the metal. When he comes back around, its clear he's found some weak point in Jeffeth's defenses. The lance erupts with a burst, like the driving force of a ballista.

The final pass comes and using the momentum of the second, he finishes what he started. Knocking the big knight from his saddle with a shocking display of strength.

Reedy, a King's Own aide leaves, following Corban.

Fecundo is overheard praising Berenice: Well planned and run tourney.

Arianna is overheard praising Berenice: Well done!

Esoka is cheering for Jeffeth in the final tilt, though she bellows loudly enough at Harlex when he's victorious. Her bellowing is sportsmanlike. When it's done, she shoulders her way through the crowd to find her horse again and take her leave of the grounds.

Esoka has left the General Seating.

Rukhnis is overheard praising Harlex: An extraordinary performance, the likes of which I have seldom seen.

Lisebet is overheard praising Berenice: Wonderful tourney

Fianna has left the General Seating.

Peri has left the the Beverage Tent.

Lisebet watches quietly, glad she made it for the final three matches. There's respect and a bit of awe at the jousting display she witnesses, but once it ends, she takes her leave.

Ramona - A Guard in Ashford House Colours, Bigsby - A Thoughtful Looking Young Man in Nondescript Clothing, 4 Ashford House Guard leave, following Lisebet.

Preston has left the General Seating.

Felicia is overheard praising Harlex: A fine win!

Felicia is overheard praising Alaric: Long live the king!

Thorn has left the Quiet Booth.

Felicia heads off with her stallion to get him all settled and properly groomed.

Wrecking Ball, a black stallion leaves, following Felicia.

The tall Oathlander finds Harlex before the festivities get too crazy to congratulate him. "Well done."

Amari has left the General Seating.

Arianna is overheard praising Harlex: Bad ass, as per usual.

Brogan has left the the Beverage Tent.

Arianna is overheard praising Jeffeth: Well fought mate!

Reese is overheard praising Jeffeth: Well jousted

Reese is overheard praising Berenice: Woots, well hosted

Reese is overheard praising Harlex: Well fought!

Jyri stands up and shouts, raising his fist in the air for Harlex.

Donella is overheard praising Berenice: Someone get that woman a drink!

They are a contrast, all dark metals of the snarling wolf, and bright shining steels of the stalwart bull. Holding his lance and looking across the lists at the wolf, the large knight gives a bow of his Bull's head. They pass each other, and Jeffeth's start is.. tumultuous. Perhaps it's the nerves of the finals, but whatever it is, Jeffeth's beginning is shaky. Their first clash ends in splinters showering over them. Jeffeth lets out a grunt.

When they ride again, Harlex's lance punctures powerfully against Jeffeth's chest, the lance shattering. The huge man is sent rocketing back into his saddle but somehow manages to stay aloft. His back slapping against the flank of his mare. With sheer determination, the knight forces himself back up to a seated position. "No you don't." Is let out, weakly. In response to what is unclear. "Not yet."

The third tilt and the Bull and the Wolf ride against each other once more. Harlex's strike is not as powerful as the one before, but with Jeffeth's cumulative wounds. It's enough. The bull sags back into his saddle before he eventually lands in a heavy thud into the sand. After a few moments the large knight slowly pushes himself up to his knees.

"I think perhaps our walk was too roundabout," Sabella comments to Niklas, looking around at all the cheering people, "We appear to have missed it!"

Harlex removes his helm in the end, sweat clinging to his thick black hair and his eyes alive still with that focused intensity. He reaches aside, hooking the bestial cover to the side of his saddle, and rides Scout over to where Jeffeth has fallen. He hops out of his saddle and approaches the large knight, putting out his hand to help him to his feet.

Jeffeth checked willpower at difficulty 20, rolling 1 higher.

Klaus has left the the Concessions Tent.

Iliana has left the the Concessions Tent.

"Well," says Niklas cheerfully. "There's always four years from now!" As he watches the wolfy mercenary make his way over to help Jeffeth up he adds, "I wonder what his boon will be. I had a number of ideas for what I would choose, but then I was disappointed to discover that a boon and a magic wish aren't the same, so I had to really rein in some of them."

Reese has left the the Beverage Tent.

Miranda has left the General Seating.

Brenlin, Aide-de-Camp, 2 Rubino and Zaffria guards leave, following Miranda.

Thea has left the the Beverage Tent.

Olivia has left the Quiet Booth.

Merek has left the Far Stands.

Dante has left the General Seating.

Narcissa has left the General Seating.

Narcissa leaves, following Dante.

The big knight is on one knee for a moment. His hands pressed on his knee, he lingers there on his knee. Even as Harlex arrives and offers that hand. The Bull reaches up to peel back his helmet, his expression one more of OW. Features contorted into pain, a wry grin is forced up his lips at the mercenary. "Hit me in the same spot as Fatchforth you..." If there are any fun expletive insults, it is murmured quietly and only for Harlex to hear. With the hand out, Jeffeth raises up his own hand in a forestalling gesture. "Let me see if I can do it on my own." He grunts, beetling his brow. Pushing hard, Jeffeth slowly but surely, with great struggle forces himself to his feet, only taking Harlex's hand at the very end. When he no longer needs it. A nod is given now that Jeffeth is at his full height. "Good riding. Get some rest. We've got work to do tomorrow." His gauntlet claps in a slap against Harlex's shoulder.

Rysen has left the General Seating.

Bliss has left the General Seating.

Jyri has left the Quiet Booth.

Onida, a boglands wolf-hound, Gene Erique, Guardsman, Tero the Iron Hound, Outi the Iron Hound, 3 Iron Guardsmen leave, following Jyri.

Lucita has left the Quiet Booth.

Micana, 1 Saik Guard leave, following Lucita.

The wolfish mercenary tongues his canine tooth as Jeffeth takes off his helmet. He returns that grin with a bit of slyness in a very 'you caught me' expression. As the knight insists on getting up alone, he steps back and gives him space to rise on his own until he needs that aid. "See you on the battlefield," the comment easy, followed with a stern nod. He reciprocates the shoulder clasp before parting from his company. Harlex has to go collect his prize and all that, of course.

Fecundo has left the General Seating.

Obsidian - a black Warlander leaves, following Fecundo.

There's no denying it: objective hostess and tournament director or not, Berenice is /swelling/ with pride. She rises from her seat, looking out at the field, and -- she pauses then, seeing Harlex approach Jeffeth to offer his hand to him. She watches that interplay for a curious moment before finally stepping down from her booth to take to the field. "Harlex Valtyr, you have proven yourself in the eyes of Gloria -- and the eyes of the Crown of Arvum. It is my very great honor to bestow upon you a prize far greater than any medal or trophy could represent: that of a royal boon to be asked of the monarch himself, His Majesty, King Alaric IV." And then, with a hint of humor, she says, "You will be expected at court." Then, she turns to Jeffeth. "Sir Jeffeth, you competed with all of the skill and honor the city has come to expect from you. Though I cannot offer you a boon, you will be praised in the city for your fierce and honorable competition here today. Congratulations to you as well." And then she turns to the crowd with a flourish. "Please join me in congratulating the Champion of Jousts for the Tournament of Roses, Harlex Valtyr!"

Berenice is overheard praising Harlex: The Champion of Jousts! A remarkable display of prowess.

Berenice is overheard praising Jeffeth: A truly fierce competitor and worthy of recognition!

Sparte raises his hands to clap for the victor when the call for congratulations come, giving a big shout of praise. "Well fought, bought of you! Huzzah! You'll take it next year, Sir Jeffeth!"

Fianna is still cheering and clapping -- so very, very proud of Harlex, Scout, and the runner up! Once she settles a bit, the Duchess turns and exits the grounds with a beaming smile.

Mack, a sable Northern Shepherd, Bruno, an energetic Wolfhound, 4 House Crovane Guards leave, following Fianna.

Kincade has left the General Seating.

Ignis, Legendary Mountain Warhorse leaves, following Kincade.

Harlex lifts his chin to better observe the princess from her place in the booth. He raises a hand, clasping it against his chest, and moves forward with the slightest of head bows. "Much obliged, Your Highness." A man of few words, although he does appear to be smiling, small as it is, toward Berenice. When she speaks to the cheering crowd, he turns and offers up a hand to signal thanks to them.

Rukhnis has left the Far Stands.

Sam, who is a boy and definitely not a princess in disguise have been dismissed.

2 Grayson House Guards, Elizabetta, a disapproving lady-in-waiting, Lily, an aloof lady-in-waiting, Clark, an exasperated guard leave, following Sabella.

Sam, who is a boy and definitely not a princess in disguise, Sabella leave, following Niklas.

Oswyn raises his hands and applauds, cheering for Harlex.

Jeffeth bows deeply over to Berenice, letting out a grunt as he does, fist pressed to chest. "Thank you, your Highness." The large man murmurs before forcing himself upright. Harlex gets another nod before the large man is heading over to retrieve his horse, hobbling his way probably to a nearby bed he can collapse into.