Kiera has joined the south stands.

**TOOT TOOO TOOOOOOT*

Horn players. TOO MANY HORN PLAYERS! They have taken to trumpeting loudly as soon as a horse crosses the threshold into the lists for the pre-joust festivities. The announcements and lineage listings. All the boring stuff. Those who will be riding in the jousts, and the pre-joust games will have been making their way onto the field beforehand.

The stands are mostly filling up now with spectators and the like.

Ryhalt walks in and takes a seat upon the southern bank of seating. Hearing the horns, he turns his head to look what is coming.


Tesha adores Jousts. Whether she's running them or someone else is. She's dressed in black and standing off to the side and checking out everyone's horses with a smile as she wanders by them. She makes no move to find a seat. She is seeking someone out before she gets all settled in. Not like he's hard to miss in places like this. Her auburn hair is left down this evening to catch in the breeze at times. Atramentous is with her per the usual.


Svana has joined the south stands.

Drake has joined the line.

Jules has joined the south stands.

Philippe won't miss a joust. The old count has settled onto the stands with a spot that gives him the ideal vantage point to study the jousting form of both people on the field at once. Chevalle takes joust deathly seriously as a discipline, but Philippe's jousting days are mostly behind him. Mostly.

Drake Wyrmgurad is among those in the field, riding atop a chestnut horse which he has seeming good command of. He believes the coat coloration matches well with the rubicund armor he has donned, though it's somewhat ceremonial as he's decided the heavy armor is too heavy for anything other than a show like this. With his head covered by a red winged helm, he makes a striking figure, not immediately recognizable unless one is already aware of his garb and takes note of the white Wyrmguard sigil across his breastplate. The lance at his side is steel, hanging at the ready though he is not the first in queue to ride.

Narcissa slips in with a small retinue of guards in Fidante livery. In stark contrast to their Torean armor, the Lady is dressed in monochromatics of grays and black. A polite nod is given to a few familiar faces before she makes her a beeline towards the south stands. The raven on her shoulder seems less than amused with her quickened pace to the stands, if his puffed out chest feathers are any indication.

Gaspard stands besides his warhorse, all clad in the black and white livery of the Blackram, checking the stirrups and making sure everything is okay with his four legged partner before the actual fun begins. He seems more at ease in events like this, which allows him to even smile as he catches sight of Tesha walking past him, before turning to the stands as if searching for some faces out there.

Svana wanders in with Jules, looking around with excitement. It is her first joust ever and she's let Jules do the leading. Frosty is with her, panting and wagging his tongue at all of the horses. He remains on his leash and sits when Svana and Jules pick a seat, Svana gently stroking the dog. "How bad does it hurt to get smashed in the armor by one of those pointy long sticks?" Svana asks Jules in a heavy Northern accent.

Alessia has joined the north stands.

Jules is here, who knows why! The man is here though and he's got the old excitement that comes not from tourney's but having enjoyed a goodly bit of the past time that is known as alcohol. His eyes look around here and there because there are /so/ many distractions. He's waving to anyone and everyone so if you happen to have no one to interact with, well that's where Jules comes in. He's escorting Svana through and he looks over and tries to keep a straight face but ends up bursting out laughing, unable to control his fit of laughter.

Remy, The Artsall Swamp Hound Pup arrives, following Colette.

Isidora enters with her entourage dressed all in Mercy Aeterna with a very beautiful yet stiff looking Star Iron Corset. Her hands are held before her as her hair is up in an elaborate array of curls held back with her hair comb. All in all very much a Valardin Princess. The only thing out of place is her medical bag with the flame of Lagoma. Quietly she moves and takes a seat in the stands.

Felicia's armor may have changed since the last time she jousted, but the pitch black stallion with the eyes of blue known as Wrecking Ball hasn't. The barding he wears no longer the white and black of the King's Own; but a field of purple upon which an encrowned skull sits prominently. His rider a sooty match in her forge blackened steel, red hair left free flowing. The warhorse prances with ponderous grace to join the rests of the lists with an alert prick of his ears, seemingly eager for the opportunity to show off.

Lord Baelor Keaton is holding the reins of a horse, a rather antsy horse who keeps heaving its head up and down in angst or something. Then swinging solidly to thump into the man's chest. Except the bugle of horns is enough to set him to prancing like an attention fiend when they cross onto the field proper to begin heading towards where the participants are gathering.

Kiera is here fore someone on the field a wide smile as she finds him, not yet having had the pleasure of seeing him deckedout as he is, nor the beatiful creature that he rides upon. She makes her way to the stands as she eyes the other participants and their mounts

12 Grayson House Guards arrives, following Liara.

Quietly entering the courtyard, Alessia swiftly heads to the north stands, smiling at those seated before settling in. She looks ahead, studying the competitors.

Merek makes a way into the place, looking about while he nods, smiling, then asks, "Can we still participate?"


Tesha gives a look out onto the field and guesses she's found who she was looking for, but she doesn't head over to where he's heading. She figures Baelor needs to get things going and things of that nature.


Colette strolls in to the Arcade, dressed in her mixed grab bag of armors, most notable of them all the thigh highs and trousers that have been cut short that fall to just above her stockings. Her long brown hair is down and loose today, seems she isn't planning on participating in any festivities. As she makes her way in, her reddish brown eyes scan the crowd for a familiar face or two. She spots Jules, and starts to approach him. But then she notices someone else and stops. She looks around again but doesn't see anyone else she feels comfortable approaching. So she just picks up her pup Remy and stands by herself.

Jules checked perception at difficulty 15, rolling 1 higher.

Jules stands with Svana linked in arm and he seems to be turning just slightly at the right time to see Colette picking up Remy and he waves broadly to her from the stands and offers a gesture over if she wishes to come over. He turns to look bck to Ryhalt as there's a quieter conversation going on there...

Lygeia, a calligrapher and alchemist arrives, following Rysen.

Rysen drops a wooden sign that reads - Joust Rules.

Evidently present to spectate rather than participate, Liara heads around the edge of the courtyard to find a seat among the stands. She offers a quick smile to people nearby before she settles, hands folded neatly in her lap.

Colette waves back at Jules, but still doesn't approach. She just offers an awkward, smile in his direction as she stands alone for now.

Liara has joined the north stands.

Svana checked perception at difficulty 15, rolling 13 higher.

Svana looks toward Lady Colette and smiles at her, bowing slightly. "Lady Colette, do come join us if you wish! There is plenty of room for one more. I've never been to a joust before... perhaps you could lend some advice to me?"

Drake looks out to the stands himself, as his eyes are always scanning for what ladies may be watching, though it's harder for him to grin at them with the helm on. He does notice Kiera here, and, gives his sister a nod broad enough to be visible from the stands. Then his face seems to tilt toward Liara's arrival... But then there is the call to action and the setup, and he gets ready to move, his horse seeming eager.


A herald, clearly a herald since he struts on forth right into the center of the stands in extravagant regalia and lifts his hands high to get attention from people. "The Gold Order has arranged for this joust in order to benefit Princess Isidora Valardin's Research Hospital in Sanctum!" Of course the man knows exactly where she sits and points both hands in her direction and waves them like a ninny. "The Hospital will be dedicated to Titanium, a godsworn healer and one of the greatest healers of the post-reckoning era, travelled Arvum teaching the healing arts. No only did she teach the tried and true ways of Arvum medicine! HEAR HEAR!"


Any applause and cheering is given time to die down before the man points to large poles being brought out, several in succesion which settle bases in the stand and dangle metal rings upon hooks. All in a row, with ribbons hanging from the bottom to make them easy to see. "First! Our fine jousters will compete to earn favors to give to those they care for in the crowds!" The herald hussles out of the sand now to let the riders line up with lances to do their things.

Kiera has left the south stands.

Felicia checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 58 higher.

2 House Riven Soldiers arrives, following Liam.

Baelor checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 52 higher.

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

Drake checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 69 higher.

Rysen drifts into Glory's Arcade with Lygeia in his wake. He looks tired, haggard - but familiar faces bring a smile to his face. He applauds as Baelor speaks of the hospital at sanctum, and makes his way over to stand beside Tesha. "How are you, Cousin?" he asks quietly, as the herald and the rings are brought out. Lygeia takes a place in the south stands near Svana, Jules and Ryhalt.

Gold Order Prize Display Case is now unlocked.

Baelor gets Gold Knight's Favor from Gold Order Prize Display Case.

Baelor gets Silver Knight's Favor from Gold Order Prize Display Case.

Baelor gets Bronze Knight's Favor from Gold Order Prize Display Case.

Gold Order Prize Display Case is now locked.

Colette approaches Jules and Svana, but keeps a bit of distance over at the stands, standing close to the edge to be close to the competition. She dips in to a polite curtsy, "Master Jules. Mistress Svana. Thank you for allowing me to join you." She says in her monotone, with her overly thick Oathlands accent. She glances back to Arena for a moment, then back to Svana, "Advice? To be a spectator or in jousting? I am not much of a rider, I can not be much 'elp with the latter."


Tesha's eyes don't really stop following the person she found until she's distracted by a greeting. She looks over to see her cousin standing there and there's a dip of her head, "Lord Rysen." she states. "I'm alright. Waiting to see if someone falls of his horse this evening." she muses. "And you? Is your wife not coming this evening?" she asks him.


Colette has joined the south stands.

Baelor has taken up position atop a Duskshire Mustang who seems altogether too antsy to be a warhorse at a joust. His turn to ride happens swiftly, with him straightening up and kicking his heels into his steed's sides to compel the horse forward! His lance lifted and aimed through successive rings with only a few missing from his lance as he barrels past and turns to slow after the end of his run.

Felicia shares in the cheer for the purpose, the steady stallion underneath her offering little more than a flick of his ears in acknowledgment. He knows that he's not been given his head yet, for all the way the redheaded knight raises her lance to cheer the crowd. It's when the rings are ready and the signal given that heels are applied to Wrecking Ball's sides and the big black beast surges forward with thunderous stride. The Harrow narrows down on the ribbon bedecked rings to scoop it onto her lance tip before drawing the warhorse up in a sharp pivot at the end. She waits for the other competitors to take their turns while scanning the crowd for whom she might pass on her favor.

At the sound of the herald, Gaspard mounts Jotun with a swift movement. Both horseman and mount look calm and recollected, waiting for their turn to take part on the circuit. The Blackram knight closes up the visor and checkes the lance one last time before his spurs move the horse forward, picking up the speed as he aims at the metal rings, pulling the reins of his beast at the last moment to get a more precise strike. Lifting the visor to see how well he performed.

Liam makes his way in perhaps a little late for the event but with interest to see the various riders and their activities. He moves towards the stands with curiosity to suvey the various participants.

Rysen laughs softly. "She is not, as far as I can tell, My Lady," replies Rysen to Tesha. His grey eyes remain on those who riding with their lances. "We only recently returned from the Northlands, though as I understand it, she's immediately set off to meet with Lady Zoey and dig up some kind of forgotten lore." Turning then from the riders to face his cousin, his eyes linger for a long moment on the scar on her forehead. He frowns slightly. "How have you been, Lady Tesha?" he asks, with no small amount of concern in his voice.

Merek makes a way to the horse he brought in, then settles upon it, while he waits about for direction into what he is supposed to be doing, taking the time to find equipment with a nod as well.


Drake does a few things quite well. He's passing at riding a horse... excellent, with a weapon, and aside from that, he's also got a skill for warming up a crowd. He keeps the lance steady, and, as the games begin, he runs through the targets, hitting them with perfect accuracy and a steady lance. His strike is true and he does not miss a single one. He pulls the horse about with a flourish just after, leading it in a bit of a dancing manuever. Then he bows, just slightly enough that he doesn't lose control of the animal beneath him.

Drake shrugs his right shoulder with a sharp roll, pushing the gold favor to the end of the spear as he does this in one slick motion, that it may be better handed out.

He then trots over to the side of the ring. He seems to scan around for a moment, his head following the motion as his eyes move front. At last he points the tip of the spear toward Princess Liara, hoping she'll accept.


Tesha gives a nod to Rysen, "Hopefully she is doing alright then. And yes, Lady Zoey loves her lore." she smiles to that. She watches Baelor though as he rides. Her attention then goes back to Rysen, "I've been perfectly fine. Just got finished with a major war project for House Telmar and hoping to announce a few things in the coming months. Having to deal with Percephon becoming a Duke now that Khanne has taken over as Duchess since we lost Duke Vercyn." she frowns.


Jules waves to Rysen from across the way but doesn't otherwise disturb him.

Baelor is forced to endure to removing of the circles from the end of his lance before getting some sort ribbony favor tied to the end of his lance. He'll pass on by Drake aiming high and offering his favor to Princess Liara. His lance seems...undecided before a shock of red hair gets found in the crowd. The lancetip pushing out into the crowd to hang between Lord Rysen and Lady Tesha.

Rysen laughs heartily when Tesha mentions Percephon. He also claps loudly for Drake. When he offers his favor to Liara, the Highlord of House Grayson, Rysen says under his breath, "Well played." Jules waves, and Rysen raises a hand in response, smiling to see him in the stands. To Tesha he says, "I was very sorry to hear of Duke Vercyn. Though I did not know him personally, by all accounts he was well loved." When Baelor's lancetip arrives, Rysen grins. "For me, My Lord? I am honored," he says reaching for it with a playful wink at Tesha.

Once done with the rings, Gaspard pulls the lance closer to him so he can take one of favours, glancing around the stands as if searching for someone. He seems to have made a decision, but changes his route as he approaches the edge, lowering his lance before Colette, "I've heard a lot about you." He says, voice muffled from behind his helm, "So don't disappoint me."

Svana looks at Colette and cheers for her when she gets one of the knights' favors, clapping excitedly. "Well done, Lady Colette! That's so exciting!" She does seem actually happy for the other woman, even perhaps a bit jealous now in her own right.

Felicia nudges Wrecking Ball about with her knees, accepting the silver favour with a dip of her head. There's a pause as she notes others move off to offer out their favors and a lopsided smirk crosses her face. A couple of clicks given her steed so she can bring the sturdy beast close to the stands and with a respectful half-bow from her saddle shamelessly elects to offer the silver favour Liara's way also once Drake has made his own offering.

Colette sits at the edge of the Jousting area, almost leaning over the railing to watch the action. When Gaspard offers a favor a slight smile curls her lips and she bows her head, "You 'onor me my lord." She says softly, taking the favor.

Merek has joined the line.


Tesha looks up when there's a lancetip that is being offered between herself and Rysen. She gives a squint to her cousin and then a laugh, "I'm...not sure if it's for you." she murmurs. "And yes, Vercyn was well loved. He and Uncle Arn were good friends. It feels odd to have both of them gone." she admits. She does reach up to take the favor from Baelor's lance though and dips her head to the man on the horse. She doesn't even smack her cousins hand!

Jules continues to get easily distracted here and there. He's squinting at Rysen across the way, he doesn't know who Tesha is or the connection but he does seem to be almost glaring at the woman there. But then he's back to the people about him and he claps for Colette's attention is given.

Svana watches the jousters with great interest, but not just one in particular. She's all over the place, but looks like a kid at the candy store. "It's all very romantic in a way," she says to no one in particular.

When the initial ride is completed, Rysen smiles at Tesha, and then makes his way out to the lists. "My Lord, My Ladies - good people of the Compact, Your Grace," says Rysen turning and bowing especially to Liara Grayson, "I am pleased to announce the beginning of the joust of the Gold Order for the benefit of the Princess Isidora's hospital in Sanctum." The poet's voice resounds throughout the arcade. "If you wish to joust, please tell our pages, and we will inform you it is your turn to join the lists. My Gloria watch over you all!"

Liara has to this point been observing with mild interest, having availed herself of one of the comfortably cushioned seats, though perhaps without much appreciation of the difficulty of striking the rings with any sort of consistency. When Drake comes along, and then Felicia not long behind, Liara arches an eyebrow a smidge, a glimmer of amusement crossing her features, before reaching to accept each favour in turn. "Most kind, my lord. Though I must say, without any prejudice against you, that Dame Felicia's splendid service to House Grayson leaves me compelled to be that little bit more favourable to her in the event that it is one jousting with the other."

Eugene arrives, following Tanith.

Lygeia, a calligrapher and alchemist leaves, following Rysen.

Lygeia, a calligrapher and alchemist arrives, following Rysen.

Drake looks over at Felicia.... and as she's right beside him on her own horse, she can see, at least in his eyes, a squint that hints at a smirk. Then he outright winks at her, and that's hard to miss. His head turns to Liara, and he inclines it in her direction. "Of course. So there will be no hard feelings either way, as I am certain she's a capable opponent." He clicks his tongue, and gives his mount a little kick... it turns around in another tight spin as he gets ready to line up for the joust proper. "But we will see!"

Tanith has joined the south stands.

Eugene has joined the south stands.

Eugene trudged up the steps behind Tanith, chuckling lightly, "I can loan you the Weight and you can always test out the balance."

Baelor doesn't bother moving the lance-tip away from Rysen as he fakes reaching for it. He'll let the Lord deal with Tesha all by himself if he thinks he can snatch that from her. "My lady." A gruff voice inside of his helmet rings out. And he fakes a half-hearted jab towards Rysen before galloping up to go find himself a spot to sit and wait for whenever he gets called to the lists.

"Your grace." Felicia shifts her lance so she can place her gauntleted fist over the vicinity of her heart,"I'll endeavour to live up to your kind words." she calls with a bright smile that's turned towards Drake at his look her way; her own face readily visible owing to the wearing of a circlet over a helm and thus the curl of her lip and the cheeky glint to her eyes equally obvious. There's a nudge from her for Wrecking Balls sides as she moves to follow back towards the lists, in good cheer to judge from the chuckling that follows her.

A Gold Order page rushes to Rysen as those participating in the joust begin to gather their gear and prepare to joust. "I am please to announce the first match up will be between one of our own, a proven knight of the Gold Order, and a man whose courage and prowess I have witnessed myself: the Knight of the Lyceum, Merek Black!!" A burst of applause and cheers resounds through the arcade before Rysen continues.

"He will be facing an explorer of now small renown, one who's voice can reach even those beyond this mortal coil - Dame Felicia Harrow!!" Another burst of applause erupts from the crowd, as the Crovane lord takes a s step back to allow those who will joust to ready themselves.

Svana starts cheering for Dame Felicia because girl power; and make no mistake, she starts to obnoxiously 'whoop whoop whoop' in the stands.

Tanith hoots from the stands: "WOO LADY-LANCER! KICK ARSE!"

Tesha gives a smile to Baelor and a dip of her head as she has the favor secured, "My Lord." she states quietly. Then she watches the Knight gallop off and she settles in with Atramentous to watch the joust proper.

Felicia takes the opportunity while the opponents are being called to wind up the wealth of her long hair and pin it in place out of the way. The offered lances tested before one is selected and upon her name being called, moves to the head of the lists. The high-stepping gait of Wrecking Ball and the toss of his head suggests that the horse knows exactly what's to follow and is eager to be about it, a showy clatter of those plate-sized hooves before he draws up on the line and waits attentively. The wry smile that crosses the redhead's face visible even as she raises her lance to salute Liara, the crowd, and then her opponent respectfully before arranging herself for that first tilt.

Felicia checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 38 higher.

Felicia checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 51 higher.

Liara's not really one for cheering - instead, following Felicia's salute, the Grayson offers a brisk little wave in return.

Merek makes his way onto the field along with his horse, while he nods a bit to Felicia. He salutes to the people he needs to, then he prepares while he shifts a bit.

Merek checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 14 higher. Merek rolled a critical!

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

Rosalba, a creamy-white raven with strikingly-alert azure eyes arrives, delivering a message to Alessia before departing.

Felicia checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 36 higher.

Felicia checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 39 higher.

Merek checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 2 higher.

Merek checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 26 higher.

It's busy. That makes it altogether simple for a brawler to pick her way up into the stands with little enough fanfare, her eyes trained on the field as though she's watching a foreign language play out. Horses are for hauling plows and riding for fun. This is beyond strange. She glances about for familiar faces, and upon finding a handful in the crowd, she seats herself near none of them. Madness. She's rather more interested in who's tilting. Upon spying Merek Black and ... someone she doesn't fully recognize, she tilts her head, muttering, "How do they even /score/ this if they both stay upright?"

Sydney does this.

Sydney has joined the south stands.

Tanith waves wildly at Sydney from the stands and shouts something sounds vaguely like 'HOT PITS' but it's clearly -not- that, given the looks on the faces of a few sitting near her.

Felicia's been riding Wrecking Ball for a number of years, and it shows when the signal is given. The flex and stride of the lumbering beast matched by the poise of the woman astride him. That first pass and the clattering shockwave of the strike still revebrating when she reaches the other side and has to change out her lance for a fresh one. She waits to make sure Merek is prepared for the second round, her horse pawing eagerly at the ground. The second pass, and an audible crack of her lance where the two riders meet and she has to raise the damaged haft to prevent it from becoming a trip hazard until she can pass it off to the attendant at the end.

Merek meets up with Felicia, though he doesn't manage to win. Still, he does salute when it's all finished, nodding a bit, making a way from the field.

Felicia is overheard praising Merek: Well fought!

After Felicia and Merek's joust, Rysen can't help but applaud, as the crowd goes wild. Chants of "Harrow, Harrow!" fill the arcade, while many Lycene men and women offer their support to Merek. "Well contested, Sir Merek!" shouts a young boy from the crowd.

As the noise dies down, Rysen again comes to lists. "An excellent display of skill and courage. Good people of the Compact, we next have a lord of the Oathlands, from the fabled knightly house of Wyrmguard, one whose skill - and taste- have just been proven before us all! Lord Drake Wyrmguard!!" Loud cheers gain erupt, and many young folk seem particularly flushed with excitement.

"His opponent, a Lord of The Cloudspine and member of the glorious House of Blackram - Lord Gaspard!" A number of those with loyalties to the Oathlands are torn, but the cheering is intense. Rysen quickly backs away to allow for the contestants to take their places.

Svana is overheard praising Felicia: You go girl!

Isidora is overheard praising Baelor: Hosting a Joust and Raising Money for a good cause.

Baelor is overheard praising Felicia.

Isidora is overheard praising Rysen: Hosting a Joust and Raising Money for a good cause.

Tanith is overheard praising Felicia: YEAH LADY LANCER WOOO!

Ryhalt claps loudly for both riders before he resumes soft conversation with those whom he is seated.

2 House Riven Soldiers leaves, following Liam.

Svana starts to cheer for Felicia wildly, pumping her fist in the air like the best little hypeman to come out of the great North.

Drake pulls his mount around, and lines up to take his first pass at the joust. Working the crowd as he does, he makes a broad salute with his one free hand, as he hears some crowd momentum in his direction, the cheers ringing in echo inside his helm. The other hand is lowering the spear into its position, and locking it in place at his side. He's eyeing up the man that he's facing down. Gaspard, with his height, definitely would have a reach advantage on the ground. Drake's thankful for the moment that this matters less in the mounted position. What matters more is his ability to gracefully ride, though there's also that sudden impact when spear meets shield, where strength and balance both take priority. He has a serious look in his eye, one that's hidden mostly in shadow by the tilt of his helm. Drake decides to focus on his own game, and keep his aim true just as he did before. Hopefully the rest shall follow.

With a little click and a kick he pushes his horse onward.

Drake checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 39 higher.

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

Adding her applause to the masses, Alessia rises from her seat, a smile for Felicia and Merek. Her attention shifts to the next two to take their positions, watching them both intently before settling down again.

Colette perks ups as Gaspard gets ready to ride. She is now ignoring everyone at the stands with her. This man did give her a favor after all.

Gaspard takes Jotun to the end of the lists, leaning to whisper some words of encouragement at the horse before standing up and taking a look at the stands, turning back to face his opponent. The Blackram knight e lifts his lance up high in an attempt to make himself stand even taller atop the saddle, no words come from him now as his full focus is intent on making sure he is the one standing at the end of the clash. A brief kick from the rider and they're ready to go.

Gaspard checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 54 higher.

Gaspard checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 27 higher.

Drake checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 14 higher.

Drake checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 70 higher.

Felicia can't help but notice Svana's enthusiasm where she waits for her next tilt. A broad grin offered her way and a flowery bow from her saddle for the other woman before her attention flits back to the clash of titans going on in the list.

Gaspard checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 45 higher.

Gaspard checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 26 higher.

From the stands, there's more yelling and some more vague, 'WOOO YEAH, GET THE OTHER GUY TO DROP THE THINGY!' Or something similar. It's clear Tanith is not familiar with this sport but she is enjoying herself.

Sydney offers Tanith an utterly baffled look at her call, snorting with amusement, then turns to regard the jousts again. A polite clap for Felicia is offered. When Drake makes his entry, she cheers, "Try not to accidentally seduce the horses!"

Svana stares happily as Felicia bows at her with such performance and grace. She claps her hands wildly and then promptly loses it. "She bowed to me!" She exclaims to those in the stands - and anyone within about a 20 foot radius.

Tesha gives a cheer for Felicia when the Harrow wins her round! Then the woman is digging out an apple from her bag, looking like she's going to have a snack at some point. her gloves might have to come off before that though. She is looking to see how the other riders are setting up.

Isidora has left the north stands.

Skiftfeather - an Elegant Snowy Owl, Morigan Bradshaw - Nurse and Doctor in Training, Fayre Wyrmfang - Excitable Champion, 1 Valardin Knights, Jaibrian - Oathlands Vanner leave, following Isidora.

Oh good, it looks like Dagon is not at all late to the festivities. Dressed in is leathers and not looking to compete, he moves up to the stands while trying not to draw attention to himself with the intention of just finding a nice place to sit in order to watch the happenings. After all, it sounds exciting!

While Jotun does his part, it seems that Gaspard just wasn't on his best lance game for the tournament. He grunts and grumbles at each encounter, not being able to find the opening that will get him enough points to the win and instead exposing too much, being saved only by his mount's speed. Once the result is made clear by the officials, the Blackram clears a few splinters from his arm and chest, removing his helm and waving it at Drake, "We should do it again someday, my lord, looks like we both can learn from one another." He says, patting a few times on the side of his horse's neck to move closer to the fence.

Drake focuses on his own mount, keeps his head in the game, and it works out. He keeps the horse steady-enough... and the weapon absolutely true. Perfectly straight, he rushes down the second pass and gets in his strike. It's a clean hit this time... and he's satisfied with it. He pulls the horse to a sharp stop, tugging on the bit, and then, though his back is partially turned just from the angle, gives a half backward salute of appreciation to his opponent. "Absolutely! I'll look forward to that." Then he hears Sydney shout from all the way in the crowd, and he points his finger, the whole arm straight behind it, at her cheeky remark... before bringing his horse around to the off side again.

The crowd is leaping and screaming with excitement as Gaspard and Drake finish their contest. Rysen is still staring is disbelief at the talent and skill on display before a page nudges him hand he recalls his duties. "What a superb display of horsemanship and skill with the lance!" The crowd roars their approval.

"Next we have the Lord of Oakhaven, Knight of the Gold Order - one who's believes in deeds, not words: Lord Baelor Keaton!!" Rysen's voice carries over the din of the crowd as he introduces his fellow knight. "And returning to the lists, one whose accomplishments have already shown brightly before Gloria, and whose skill /none/ can deny: Dame Felicia Harrow!" More chants of Harrow rise from the crowd. Rysen steps back beside his cousin Tesha, as Lygeia brings him a much needed mug of ale.

Despite people's advice to /not/ run in to the lists, Colette ignores it and hops the railing to run to meet Gaspard where he rides to get ready to dismount and get settled after the joust. She does not look worried, she infact has a small smile curling her lips. She offers a hand to the mounted knight to help him down off his horse, "Quite outstanding my lord. I am quite 'onored you rode so well after giving me your favor." Seems she isn't at all concerned with who won or lost the joust.

Felicia can't help the long, low whistle she gives, even if it's probably only audible over the clamour of the crowd to herself. At the sound of her name being called, though, there's another nudge for Wrecking Ball to go take his place at the list. She reaches out to stroke a hand over the stallions mane with an encouraging pat before twisting to select her next lance from those offered. Another round of salutes, to the High Lady, to the crowd, and perhaps particularly this time, Svana's way, and finally to Baelor with a broad and toothy grin as she makes ready again for her next pass.

Sydney's attention follows Colette out onto the field, and she offers a suggestive little whistle after her. Drake's point gets a flash of the woman's teeth and mouths, "What?" Spreading her arms in amusement. He knows she's right.

Jules laughs as he claps for Colette as she makes her way out towards Gaspard. He's not been too attentive to the actual combat but he seems none the less quite engaged in it now. He turns back to speak to those around him.

Svana claps once again for Dame Felicia and squeals with utter delight as the knight rides close to her, letting out cries that will surely leave her hoarse in the morning. She does get somewhat distracted once Felicia has departed because of Tesha's clothing, oohing over it briefly.

Rising from the stands, Alessia slips away to inch closer to the fence, and the Blackram knight. "She's right, you rode very well." She comments with a smile, visibly impressed. Then to Colette. "It's lovely to see you again, my lady." She greets warmly.

The next joust-riders go to the lists! Baelor atop of...unnamed Horse saunters out of one side of the field and promptly takes a right turn for some reason. Baelor tugging at the bit just so to tear him away from the gleaming red apple someone is holding in the stands. Trying before the horse's head extends over the side of wall and promptly chomps it free from Tesha's hand to carry with him.

It is good that there is a helmet so nobody knows how much Baelor is probably fuming over his steed's misdeeds. He leans forward to try and scoop the apple free of his teeth, the bit in the way so he can't even enjoy it.

Apart from a light round of applause at the end of each joust, Liara seems relatively placid about the whole affair - a change from an often lively public persona - content to watch with some quiet interest.

Felicia checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 27 higher.

Felicia checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 82 higher.

Baelor checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 37 higher.

Baelor checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 57 higher.

Tesha perks up when it's Baelor's turn to ride and she leans on the fence a bit to get a better look at the field. Then she notices that Baelor's heading her way...and then her apple is gone, "I brought you one for after your ride." she laughs at the horse. She knew Baelor wasn't so joyful about it though.

From the stands, again, Tanith is waving her arms wildly and hollering, 'LADY LANCER!' at the top of her slightly-inebriated lungs.

Gaspard is initially startled as he notices Colette approaching him, but he can't help but smirk at her attitude, wiping just a couple of new splinters as he shakes his head to both the Laurent lady and Alessia, "I didn't even win, shows me the capital has made me soft," He says, standing awkwardly, "I need to get my feet back onto the practice ring."

Felicia checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 37 higher.

Felicia checked dexterity + huge wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 57 higher.

Baelor checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 112 higher. Baelor rolled a critical!

Baelor checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 57 higher.

Colette dips in to a polite curtsy to Alessia, "'as been a while no my lady? Your sister will no longer even speak to me either.. I am not sure what I did wrong." She shrugs. She turns back to Gaspard, "If you are needing practice. I am always looking for a new vict-" She catcher herself with a grin, "Training Partner."

Narcissa applauds the riders of the current joust, but as a messenger approaches she accepts the missive and quietly excuses herself from the stands.

Narcissa has left the north stands.

Nevermore, the sulking raven, 3 Fidante House Guards leave, following Narcissa.

Baelor's mustang recovers well enough from his taste of apple to surge forward at the bugle. The first clash is momentous but fruitless! Felicia's lance explodes upon Baelor's shield and that Mustang seems particularly displeased about the commotion! The next pass has the Keaton Knight up and leaning forward in the stir-ups to strike a blow true to Felicia's shield and be gone before seeing the result from the clash!

In the stands, Tanith -flinches-. "OUCH."

Apple? Apple! To judge from the snort that Wrecking Ball gives as he and his rider launch free on the first pass, the stallion is jealous of Baelor's horse having gotten an apple. The stallion just slightly off his stride for all that the Harrow is deft to adjust on that first round. He's at least a little better behaved on the second pass, and the Harrow has a good line for her strike... but not sufficient to keep her seated on the second pass. The stallion continues for about three strides before it recognizes that it's missing a certain iron-clad weight. But Baelor's line was true, and the shorter lancer is lifted clear of her saddle under the force of that second impact and deposited with a flail onto the sands. WHOOMPF. Little birdies might just be dancing about her head.

"But you kept your seat. Lord Drake's strikes were impressive." Alessia says to Gaspard with an assuring smile. Colette's words seem to perplex her a little, and she watches her for a moment before responding. "I doubt you did anything, my lady. Though I can't speak for her. Sometimes we lose touch with people for no apparent reason."

Sydney cringes at the strike that's delivered unto Felicia, and opens one eye, distaste on her features. "...Okay. That looks like that'll sting for a few days. Oof!"

Tesha watches Baelor ride and there's a moment she holds her breath. She doesn't release it until after the clash, which is a bit of a wince as she sees Felica go down hard, "Oh no!" she states. But there's also a cheer for Baelor. Priorities!

Svana stands up to cheer for Felicia in full force, not even stopping when Baelor Keaton strikes her down. Until then she starts to get worried, looking around like, 'Is someone going to pick her up?' "C'mon Dame Felicia! You're alright!" She says, her eyes widening considerably when she thinks about how hard Felicia got hit.

"I heard you defeated a giant," Gaspard reveals to Colette, now handing the reins of his horse to a squire so he can join the stands, "Makes me wonder about what kind of training routine you might have." He says, nodding in agreement to Alessia, "If he does that with his lance, I can only imagine what he can do with a sword." The knight turns back to watch, and wince, at the result between Felicia and Baelor's clash.

Tanith is overheard praising Felicia: HOLY SHIT THAT LOOKED PAINFUL BUT WOW YOU TOOK IT LIKE A ... WELL, YOU TOOK IT! Nicely done!

Sunny, an Ostrian Kitten arrives, following Orelia.

Tanith is overheard praising Baelor.

"Oh dear," murmurs Liara, as Felicia is unhorsed, though she proceeds to offer some applause all the same. She seems perfectly happy to remain comfortably seated; there are people for such things as picking knights up.

Wild cheering fills the arcade as Felicia takes the first round of her joust with Baelor, but when the Gold Order knight manages to knock her from her horse, there is silence. The whole arcade seems to hold their breath, until Felicia rises again to her feet. Cheering and applause rises again, and the few are louder or more excited than the pages of the Gold Order cheering on one of their own. A good number of those watching continue to cheer for Felicia, as Rysen makes his way again to the lists.

"My Lord, My Ladies, good people of the Compact - we have reached the finals of this tournament! The valiant knight of House Wyrmguard, Lord Drake competes against the skilled Knight of the Gold Order, Lord Baelor Keaton!!" A loud murmur passes among the crowd, and coins are passed to a number of shady bookeepers. A palpable tension hangs in the air as the knights prepare for the tilt to determine the champion. Rysen takes a step back, but can't seem to blink.

Svana checked luck + tanning at difficulty 29, rolling 14 higher.

Felicia raises a gauntlet to give a thumbs up, even if there's more wheeze than laugh and she's not too proud to accept a hand up from one of the attendants to help her get back her feet. Admittedly, the bow offered Baelor is probably a little shallower than she'd otherwise offer in his direction respectfully before lurching off the field to let someone take a look at the dents and make sure they don't include any (new ones) in her head.

Orelia wanders in just in time to hear the finals announced, with Drake as a finalist no less!

Felicia is overheard praising Baelor: Hits like a Gargantuan, not recommended to make mad.

Rysen is overheard praising Felicia: One in whom Gloria takes pride!

Colette shrugs a bit at Gaspard, "I was not alone my lord. I 'ad a good team with me. I was mearly the distraction... and it ended quite... violently for me. Lord Rysen was there... 'e likley can give you a better version of events than I... my memory was a slight be shotty after I was smashed on to the ground like a doll in the 'ands of a sadistic child." She says rather casually and with a grin. A nod for Alessia, "Well I 'ope you are well Lady Mazetti?"

Drake lets out a little huff in surprise when Baelor so powerfully unseats Felicia. From her earlier ride and her strong demeanor, he thought she'd land an easy victory. But now it seems that he's going to have to face the opponent who, so swiftly and surgically, knocked her off of her mount. He feels a little uncertainty about it, but at the very least, he did well enough to make it to the finals round.

He moves his chestnut into the starting position slowly this time, lining up so that he can be ready for the pass. The crowd is cheering for him as he's reached the finals, but this time, he doesn't take a moment to turn and mug for them. This is the one that really counts. Drake settles in with a determination on his mostly hidden face. "Same as before," he says to himself, and looks down to his side to be sure the lance mount is set true.

He kicks the horse onward, keeping the lance straight and his gaze focused ahead.

Drake checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 25 higher.

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

Baelor checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 1 lower.

Baelor checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 40 higher.

Drake checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 20 higher.

Drake checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 28 higher.

Baelor checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 45 higher.

Baelor checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 45 higher.

Whistling at Baelor's incredible hit, Alessia doesn't tear her gaze away from the jousters, though seems to remain attentive to the conversation at hand. "I never did hear the full story of that." She says to Colette.

Drake checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 12 higher.

Drake checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 76 higher.

Baelor checked dexterity + ride at difficulty 15, rolling 42 higher.

Baelor checked dexterity + medium wpn at difficulty 15, rolling 37 higher.

Felicia is overheard praising Drake: A well earned victory!

Tesha's face is one of concern as she watches Baelor joust. She holds the favor he gave her in her hands tightly and there's a breath taken when he remains on his horse. She still had to deal with the apple thief though!

Sydney is overheard praising Drake: He managed not to seduce the horses!

Dagon winces a little bit at the hit as he brings his hand to his chin to ponder. He watches closely, like its so close that its truly anybody's game.

Rysen is overheard praising Drake: A champion jouster of unsurpassed skill.

Tesha is overheard praising Drake: A great jouster!

Tesha is overheard praising Baelor: Making second place look great.

This is a close match. Drake knows it as soon as he makes the first pass. For a second, he thinks he sees Baelor's horse falter, and with that, he gets a strike on him... but not a perfect one, not enough to unseat him at that. But it's enough to build his confidence... which he pays for, when the second pass doesn't go as well for him. A clean strike gets him in return...

He keeps his eyes set when he makes the last run. It's for everything. He knows his opponent is strong, in control, and knows all he can do is keep his lance arm steady.

The cheers of the crowd echo much louder to him now than his last blow.

Rysen is overheard praising Baelor: A great showing for one of the Gold Order's best.

Gaspard points at the way Drake aims his lance at Baelor, "He's doing that again. I lost because I didn't see it until it was too late." He comments, turning back to focus at Colette, "I'll make sure to ask him about it, but it's still an impressive feat. And it tells me much about bravery." He says, flashing a brief smirk to the woman.

Merek is overheard praising Baelor.

Merek is overheard praising Felicia.

Merek is overheard praising Liara.

Merek is overheard praising Rysen.

Rysen is overheard praising Gaspard.

Merek is overheard praising Drake.

Rysen is overheard praising Merek.

Philippe eagerly watches the last sets of matches. He is on his feet during the Baelor/Drake showdown, and bellows a cheer when Drake finally takes the win. It was a well-fought bout!

Philippe is overheard praising Drake: A champion jouster and a credit to his family.

Each clash was difficult for Baelor and mustang! The first ride was wobbly, the mustang confused and perturbed about having to do this all over again. Even zigzagging some before picking up speed to meet Drake's charge! The mustang seems far more willing to meet Drake's second charge with one of his own, but the flinging aside of his shield is clearly something that loses someone a joust match. A broken strap makes the shield flail upon his arm until Baelor can bring his steed back to bear and calm him. Then moving back to meet Drake in front of the judge's/announcers table.

Ryhalt claps loudly as Drake wins, smiling.

Philippe is overheard praising Baelor: A worthy jouster of great skill and determination. A credit to his family.

Orelia cheers Drake when he is announced winner.

Orelia is overheard praising Drake: A Champion as champion!

Rysen cheers loudly for both jousters, and when Drake is ultimately victorious, Rysen makes his way over to the knight, and hold up a champion's sash of embroidered silk before the crowd. "My Lord," says Rysen in a loud voice, "you have proven before Gloria and all gathered here, that you are a true champion of the joust. Please accept this sash, and wear it with well deserved honor."

Felicia applauds from her spot on the sidelines and offers a sharp whistle for the two competitors. Rising from her seat to show her appreciation for both of their skill before settling down again to accept her (slightly less) dented cuirass back.

Colette watches as the match comes to an end. Clapping briefly. "I can not imagine 'ow you all do such a thing.. I think that lance is 'eavier than I am." She looks between Alessia and Gaspard, "Well some day I can tell you both the tale.. Is a bit noisy 'ere though." Gaspards compliments make the little laurent blush ever so slightly.

As the rounds proceed with the finalists more or less equally matched, Alessia watches their movements intently. Finally when Drake proves victorious, she applauds them, letting out a cheer. "Well done." She calls, before her eyes lock on Drake. "And congratulations, my lord." She turns to Colette. "You deserved the favor, nonetheless." She says in response to the Laurent's humble words.

Sydney catches that snippet of conversation and calls to Colette, "Most lances are /definitely/ heavier than you!"

As the champion is declared, Dagon rises to his feet and cheers for Drake! A victory that was well-earned and well-fought! He only caught the tail end of the joust, but it was definitely something to behold.

Tesha doesn't go over to crowd the group. She waits at the end of the lists with Atramentous, her dark eyes watching out for one man in particular.

Liara turns to trouble one of her bodyguard for a moment, the purpose of which presently becomes clear as, perhaps in some fit of whimsy, the Princess of Bastion has purses sent along to the two finalists.

Colette sticks her tongue out at Sydney from a distance, "Do not be angry that a feather can beat you up." She teases her friend.

Drake rides his horse up to claim the sash.... then, as he gets to Rysen's side, he kicks his right leg up... and dismounts with an easy swing. He reaches out to take the sash as it's offered. He holds it up over his head, and bows all the way, low enough again that it's easy to see. He then throws the sash over his shoulder... and removes his helm, which is a bit of a relief it seems as he takes a big breath after he does so. There's a bit of sweat in his slightly curly hair, the fact that it was pressed beneath the helm making it seem even more unkempt than usual. He watches the crowd, looking around, and now that he can see them a bit more clearly, locks eyes with Alessia, making the gesture of a blown kiss. Then he looks over to Liara next, who still has his favor. The gift comes at as a bit of a surprise... and he tilts a curious head at her when a man walks toward him. Then he nods.

Sydney offers a firm flash of her teeth. "...Best of five, Little Laurent! Best of Five!"

Making his way to Baelor, Rysen says, "My Lord Keaton, you have also brought honor to the Gold Order, and competed valiently and bravely. Accept this token as a symbol of your achievements." He holds up a champion's laurel wreath to the crowd, and, if Baelor will permit him, he sets the wreath to rest on the temples of the knight, while the crowd cheers uproariously for all those who competed in the joust. "I thank you all for joining us tonight, and most especially those who have competed. Your support for Princess Isidora's hospital is most appreciated. Please remain and enjoy yourselves for as long as you like!"

Tanith has left the south stands.

Felicia is overheard praising Rysen: A most invigorating joust!

Svana has left the south stands.

Sydney eases to her feet and picks her way down from the stands, the event apparently concluded. She sends Drake a winning little grin, and sends a similar flash of teeth toward Colette, then's off to wherever her long strides end up taking her.

Drake is overheard praising Baelor: An excellent opponent.

Baelor will dismount with Drake as well, his helmet getting left behind upon the horn of his saddle before he'll step up towards Rysen. A sort of perturbed expression upon his face about wearing something frilly upon his head. But he'll straighten back up again, reaching for the reins of his horse before stepping towards Drake to pat his elbow.

Drake is overheard praising Rysen.

Jules has left the south stands.

Frosty, a friendly English sheepdog, Jules leave, following Svana.

Gaspard listens to the exchange between Colette and her friend, studying the woman with a trained eye, "You don't fight with lots of armour, do you?" He asks of the Laurent lady, exhaling as everything seem to come to a conclusion, "I'll be hanging out at the Sleepless Knight, if you both wanna join me."

Eugene has left the south stands.

Drake is overheard praising Liara: I am rarely humbled but I am humbled by your generosity.

"A splendid showing," declares Liara, mostly to anyone within earshot, and then she gathers herself to her feet and starts along towards the exit, with a slight detour to pass by Felicia, to whom she offers a quick and easy smile. "I dare say we will have a busy few weeks ahead. Do please send me a note, should you need anything."

Sydney has left the south stands.

Making a show of catching the blown kiss, Alessia chuckles before turning gaze back to Gaspard. "Oh, sure." She says with a nod.

Felicia rises to her feet when Liara approaches to offer the High Lady a stiffer bow than her earlier one, careful of her bruises,"Without a doubt, your grace." she agrees,"And I still need to come speak with you at some point, though admittedly my brother would be more suited than I." she chuckles hoarsely.

Colette offers her arm to Gaspard, "Would you mind taking a lady with you?"

Ryhalt is overheard praising Baelor.

Ryhalt is overheard praising Rysen.

Tesha stays down the way, but she gives a smile when she sees the perturbed look on Baelor's face from all the way down there. She might need to head that way though.

Ryhalt joins the crowd departing after good entertainment, smiling.

Ryhalt has left the south stands.

"Funny you should mention that: I had been thinking just earlier that Scipio may be rather well-suited to aiding in an endeavour of mine," Liara replies to Felicia. "I shall make myself available soon." Then she offers a flutter of a wave and away she goes.

Rysen takes a long drink of ale, and makes his way over to Merek, laying a hand on the knight's shoulder. "I'm glad you came, My friend," he says. A slight smile touches his face when he sees Tesha watching Baelor. His eyes passing over the crowd come to rest on Lady Alessia, and he bows, though at a distance, in respect the glaive dancer.

Drake doesn't seem to mind the sash, which he tosses over his breastplate and happily wears, as it's not quite so frilly, if a bit incongruous over armor. He walks to the side and leans for a moment, watching crowds go, giving nods to people who pass by him for a moment. When he sees Orelia come down from the stands, he does mention something to her, not audible over the sound of the moving crowd.

Liara has left the north stands.

Gaspard offers his arm to Colette, all covered in different metal pieces, "All set?"

Felicia makes her own way out along with the rest of the crowd.

Axelle, a personal valet, Bonehilda, the prettiest-colored spider, Wrecking Ball, a black stallion leave, following Felicia.

"Thank you for hosting Lord Rysen." Alessia inclines her head in turn. "That was a /lot/ of fun." She beams before preparing to depart with the Oathlanders.

Colette slips her arm around the metal clad arm and nods.

Alessia has left the north stands.

Nallah, a buff-looking tortie cat with green eyes, Sirra, a very quiet maid, an indeterminate number of cats, 3 House Mazetti Guardians leave, following Alessia.

Colette has left the south stands.

Remy, The Artsall Swamp Hound Pup leaves, following Colette.

Jotun, An Oathlands War Horse, Alessia, Colette leave, following Gaspard.

Rysen smiles at Alessia. "I'm glad you found it so, My Lady." He too seems ready to make his way towards the Redrain Ward.