Knights of Arthur

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Fifteen years ago Uther Pendragon, King of Altaira, died. Leaving behind no heir of his own to take up the crown country he had spent his whole life building, the nobles he had brought together where unsure of how to move foreword. With rumors that Uther had a bastard heir somewhere in Altaira so well known, the nobility planned to wait at least a short time to see who may come foreword. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months finally into years. Though by then the nobility of the land was dealing with too many issues. Uther had left taxes at an all time high just before his passing, and without the power from the crown no noble could change that.

So the country struggled, several came foreword as supposed heir of Uther but with the help of Grand Cleric Emilia all where proven liars. Upset with the disruption these false heirs where causing, Grand Knight Commander Weinheidt and Grand Cleric Emilia took Uther Pendragon's sword and forced it into the base of the statue of Arturia before the Temple to Arkay. A spell was set upon sword and stone alike. Only when one of Uther's blood pulled upon the hilt would the statue release the sword. The sword stood within the stone for ten years before one day, during a tourney, a young squire pulled the sword from the stone in order to get his knight and foster brother Cei a sword to use. Once the nobles saw the young man with the sword, everything changed.

Three years have passed since that fateful day, and King Arthur Pendragon first of his name sits upon the throne. Taxes are at an all time low, the capitol is slowly being repaired, and finally for the first time in fifteen years the knighthood of Altaira has swelled. In celebration and to allow pages who are of age to become squires, Arthur has set up a tourney for his people and knights to come and see what will be Altaira's future.

The sun is brightly in the sky and the grounds are full of laughter and cheer. Arthur sits in his chair overlooking the jousting ground with the Grand Magi Markous standing behind him and Duke Lukous to his left. The first joust for the possibly to be squires would soon begin and he wasn't going to miss it.

You may be doing whatever you please, within reason please! ^_~


Male Human Fighter 4 | HP: 40/40 | AC 19 (T: 12, FF: 17) | Init +4 | Perception +12 | F: +6, R: +3, W: +4 | Current Stance: Running Hunter's Stance | Stamina: 6/6, Grit 3/3

A tournament for potential squires? Perfect! I wanted to get a good look at them anyways. Lamerake makes his way over towards the jousting area as he thinks to himself. Maybe I'll find one I want to make my squire. A smile finds its way onto his tired face. It had been a late night at the tavern. He slows down as he gets near, having been almost jogging on his way over. As he rounds the last corner the field and stands come into view. Sure enough Arthur is in his seat. He looks excited. Of course he is, these are future knights! Lamerake bows a low and respectful bow to the king before finding a seat.

So excited to get started!


Male Half Elf Slayer Init +6, Per +6, 40/40 HP | AC20/T16/FL14 | Fort 6/Ref 10/Will 0

Trimar yawned as he strolled about the festivities lazily. It had been some time since he'd last visited or even participated in a tournament and he barely had any interest today. But the sun was bright, the winds were fine, the ale was crisp, and the wenches were working hard for those who had coin, so Trimar could not help but be in somewhat good spirits.

Disguise: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 12 + 2 = 22

Trimar took the time early in the morning since his own needs in the tournament were not for some time and donned a simple disguise, something he'd done many a time before in his life. It wasn't that he felt the need to hide or anything of the sort. It was simply freeing and made for a more enjoyable and entertaining day.

He moved about the common people, the nobles, and the pages even talking and sizing people up. Even he was perhaps a bit curious to see where this tournament might lead and what he might glean or perhaps even earn this day.

Perception?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Sense Motive?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

I am including the Studied Target bonuses for him studying people and measuring their worth so to speak and to keep an eye out for anything entertaining.
Apologies for the massive amounts of rolls, I figured it would just give you the biggest berth to start beating me up as my character would charmingly go about causing some slight mischief and I wanted to make sure all the rolls I may need were taken care of.


Male Human Fighter 4 | HP: 44/44 | AC 19 (tc: 16, ff 13) | Saves: (F:+8 R:+8 W: +2) | Init: +6 | Perception: +7 | Stealth: +14

The young knight wanders around, enjoying the sunny day and festivities of the common folk. He goes to the range and wins a few coppers and many laughs with the archers. He then finds a spot with some of the other knights and settles in for the festivities.


Tristram wandered about the crowds, his head held high though his thoughts were elsewhere. Isolde, back in Cornwall. With King Mark. The gloomy knight tried to get himself in good spirits, this was a tournament, after all! How long had it been since he himself had been in one, a green young lad barely trained in swordplay? The clash of steel, the thunder of hooves, the sound of a well-placed lance splintering on a shield or breastplate, these ought to have filled him with a rush of excitement.

Still, the knight tried to keep his attention on the young pages. It wasn't the young folks' fault that he had troubles, and he wanted to get a good read for their abilities. Though swordplay wasn't everything you were looking for in a good squire, it was a nice first step. He could also judge character in how they spoke to one another and their helpers, assistants, and the like. He found little enjoyment in it, but he saw it as his duty, and duty must be fulfilled.

As he made his way to his seat, he found King Arthur in his personal chair, and bowed low, unsure of whether the young king had noticed him or not. The formalities had to be held, regardless. Afterwards, he took a seat near the front of the crowd, watching the competition with an iron gaze.


Female Human Fighter 4 /\/\ Init: +4 | HP: 36/46 | AC: 19 | FF: 15 | Tch: 14 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +5 | Will: +3 | Perc: +5 | +1 Will vs Fear Effects |

It had been a bit of a rough week for Catriona, having been out patrolling the east country side with Ser Lady Titana and Ser Bedivere up until last night. Though mostly uneventful, only having to deal with a couple small groups of bandits, the two fire-haired knights got into a couple heated discussions that if Ser Bedivere not been present might have led to blows.

Waking up just before dawn, Catriona had difficulty trying to decide what to wear to the tournament. On the one hand with the Nobles gathered for the tournament, it would seem appropriate to wear the dress her Mother had made for her for special occasions, but it also made sense to be in her freshly cleaned armor, since there was also the possibility she could be getting her first squire today. Finally, the Knight of East Watch went with the armor.

Getting to the tournament field, she was pleasantly surprised to her brother Fergus there. After a quick embrace, she asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Da received an invite to the tourney, but events conspired to keep him home, so he sent me in his stead."

A slightly worried look crossed her face, "Is everything alright?"

Fergus held his hand up, "Everything is fine Cat, quit worrying. Da just took a little ill and wasn't well enough to travel. Maester Connery assured us he will recover."

Relieved, Catriona asked, "How's Mother and Sister?"

Her Brother chuckled, "Merida's taken to archery much like you took to training with the soldiers in the courtyard, much to Mother's chagrin, but she's no interest in following her big sister's footsteps. And Mother is, well, Mother. Oh, I suppose you haven't heard, Lord McIntosh has proposed marriage of his eldest son to Merida. Da and Mother are still deciding whether or not to accept."

The Knight furrowed her brow in amazement, "Really? That pretty boy with the over-inflated ego?"

Fergus nodded, "Yep, that's the one. Merida seems quite taken with him, Arkay knows why."

"Well I'll have to make sure I try and stop by at first opportunity. It's been, what, two years since I was home?"

"Three. But enough about home. Are you participating in this tourney?"

"Not that I'm aware of. It's mostly for the Pages so we can see if any are worthy of becoming Squires."

Clasping a hand on her shoulder, "Well then, let's find a good seat."


Male Human Level 4 Paladin Chevalier

The poor people thanked and blessed the knight as he walked through the streets, emptying his purse to hand out alms. Children ran at his side and laughed with glee when, hearing a piper play, he stopped to dance a jig. Young women swooned and their mothers approved.

It was always so, with Gawain. Everyone loved Gawain. Truth be told, he had an aura about him. He was undeniably a good man, ever chivalrous and true. Sir Gawain, Prince of Taelen. It was evident that the man was noble-born. He held his head high and spoke well and with authority.

"Will you dedicate yourself to Arkay? Will you pray?" he asked a young man who had suffered a nasty cut, which would fester badly if it wasn't tended to. Unsure, the young man nodded. With an earnest smile, Gawain placed his hand on the wound. And then, miraculously, the cut was healed.

The young man marvelled. Children cheered, and young women swooned.

It was always so, with Gawain.

Gawain arrived and found his place near the king, greetings nobles and priests and commoners alike, with respect and deference.

He didn't much care for jousting, but he was eager to see his brothers on the field...


Male Human Fighter 4 | HP: 44/44 | AC 19 (tc: 16, ff 13) | Saves: (F:+8 R:+8 W: +2) | Init: +6 | Perception: +7 | Stealth: +14

Barely a knight himself, Rion is unsure of what to look for in a squire. But he remembers Owain's advice.

Look for a lad who moves his feet well as he walks through the crowds. During the joust, make sure he doesn't just sit dead in his saddle but adjusts wisely to deflect his opponent's blow and bring his own home. And above all, watch him with people. Does he respect those below him? Does he listen to those above him, not as a submissive dog or as a stubborn mule, but as a man who hears, learns, and honors? That is your squire. That was you.

He watches the pages eagerly, hoping to see signs of promise among them.


Male Human Gendarme Cavalier 3/Fighter 1 | HP 48 | AC 24 T 14 FF 23 CMD 24| Fort +8 Ref +4 Will +5 | Perc +9 Init +8 | Charging P.A. Lance +11 (3d8+48) | CMB +10 Combat Stamina 8/8 |
Skills:
Climb 12, Diplomacy 5, Handle Animal 8, Knowledge Nobility 5, Knowledge Religion 4, Perception 9, Perform Dance 5, Ride 11, Survival 5, Swim 10, Sense Motive 5

Ser Lancelot would be at a good vantage point in the crowd, keeping an eye out for any unusually talented jousters. While watching and waiting, Lancelot feels The Zeal whisper to him, cold tendrils encircling his heart, entreating him to mount his steed and prove his primacy in the lists.

Lancelot closes his eyes for a moment, dispelling that desire. That is not the knightly way. These are young men and women hoping to attract the attention of a knight, not foes to impale upon his lance.

Ser Lancelot will make pleasant conversation with any people of note around him, but will be distracted, eager to watch the upcoming joust.


Sir Tristram continued to watch the contests at large, though he paid more attention to the pages that were not in the lists. He looked for haughty attitudes, those that treated their superiors with no respect, those who seemed to think they were destined to become knights because of a family name.

The young knight had no patience for such as these, so wanted to discard them from his thoughts before he had the opportunity to watch them fight. Character meant more for a knight than a strong sword arm. Doing what was right and just was much harder to find than winning a fight. Most often the fight was internal, and so he eyed the young men that seemed humble and honorable. Oh sure, if they were also skilled with blade and lance that would be even better, but that could be trained into a young lad. They were of an age that their personality was already likely set, so best to start with the wheat and not the chaff.


People could now see two pages upon the field, dawning armor on opposite ends of the field and speaking to a few people that stood around them. One was a red headed boy and those around him told all who it was. It was Landon Salthen, son of one of the southern Earls, and standing next to him was Ser Seth Salthen, his older brother. While their father was not there the older looking woman next to Landon was obviously his mother. The young man was listening to every word his older brother was saying.

On the other end of the field was Elmina, one of the orphans that Duke Lukous had brought into the fold to increase the ranks of knights. While Landon had his family, Elmina was being spoken to by Genivee. The soft spoken paladin was giving the page advice about how to use what you had at hand to win.

Those looking towards Arthur say the Duke at his side tap the King's arm and point down to Elmina, with a smile upon his face. Arthur looked the scene over and listened to the words the Duke was speaking. When he was finished however Arthur leaned foreword in his chair.

Finally the knights helped the pages onto their horses and brother entered the arena, coming to rest before Arthur. In unison the two bowed from atop their horses before taking their places at either end of the field. They where given their wooden lances and it began.

With one kick to their horse's sides they headed right for each other. Elmina lowered her lance first, though Landon's was soon to follow and soon the thunder of hooves was broken by the sound of cracking and shattering wood. Landon's lance had broken while Elmina's had only splintered. That was a point for Landon. The broken lance and the splintered lance where taken away and new ones where handed to them.

They began once more! This time however, when Elmina's lance touched Landon's shield they could see Elmina sit up a bit more in her saddle. That was it! That was, the thin orphan send Landon right out of the saddle!! The crowd roared with excitement and cheer as Elmina came around to Arthur and bowed her head. By unseating the other rider Elmina had won this round. The loud laugh of Duke Lukous was echoing as Arthur nodded to Elmina and she left the field and returned to Ser Lady Genivee who helped her off her horse and clapped the young page on the shoulder in congratulation.

Seth had ran out on the field and helped Landon off the ground, looking him over to ensure that he was okay. Once he was sure that Landon was okay he helped him back to his side of the field.


Male Human Gendarme Cavalier 3/Fighter 1 | HP 48 | AC 24 T 14 FF 23 CMD 24| Fort +8 Ref +4 Will +5 | Perc +9 Init +8 | Charging P.A. Lance +11 (3d8+48) | CMB +10 Combat Stamina 8/8 |
Skills:
Climb 12, Diplomacy 5, Handle Animal 8, Knowledge Nobility 5, Knowledge Religion 4, Perception 9, Perform Dance 5, Ride 11, Survival 5, Swim 10, Sense Motive 5

Lancelot smiles, noting the skill with which Elmina made such a rapid adjustment. She might be one to watch.


Male Human Level 4 Paladin Chevalier

Surely if Lady Genivee stands with the girl, then she must have a good heart, Gawain ponders...


Male Human Fighter 4 | HP: 40/40 | AC 19 (T: 12, FF: 17) | Init +4 | Perception +12 | F: +6, R: +3, W: +4 | Current Stance: Running Hunter's Stance | Stamina: 6/6, Grit 3/3

Technique! It's not always about hitting harder than the other. Lamerake thinks to himself while watching the display in front of him. While not particularly impressed with jousting, he has taken a liking to Landon and had hoped for a better performance on his part. You won't beat her on a horse till you learn that lesson. While he did value swordplay much more than the joust, Lamerake couldn't ignore Elmina's skill with a lance. She will do fine for herself. That much I can tell. Lamerake looks over at Arthur to see his reaction as she bows to him and catches Duke Lukous' wide smile. Looks like someone is pleased with the outcome. His eyes drift between the other knights, looking for signs as to what they might be thinking of the pages. Lamerake grins as he eagerly awaits the next round.


Tristram nodded in approval as he watched the two young pages sit in the saddle. Both displayed proper balance and were well on their way to becoming fine horsemen (and women!). The young man had girth on his side, the knight noted, but the young lady seemed more dexterous and nimble, lighter in the seat.

On their first pass, Tristram didn't wince as the two hit each other squarely with their lances, the first round confirming that both riders were well-trained and solid, though the boy had scored the point. Oft times the first pass was a test, a feeling out, so Tristram didn't put much stock in it unless someone lost their seat.

The knight leaned forward as the two galloped towards one another once again, his eyes dancing as he saw Elmina use her legs and torso to put power behind her strike and unhorse Landon! Adaptation and superb use of balance. Plus the backing of Ser Lady Genivee was no thing to be discarded easily. The young woman would surely have many knights clamoring for her services by this tourney's end.

Still, he wasn't that down on the boy, either. He still carried his lance with his arm instead of his body, but he'd been told Landon's strength was the sword. Perhaps he would be able to impress in that bout. Both young people showed character, so Tristram was impressed with both.


Male Human Fighter 4 | HP: 44/44 | AC 19 (tc: 16, ff 13) | Saves: (F:+8 R:+8 W: +2) | Init: +6 | Perception: +7 | Stealth: +14

Both listen intently to instruction... But Elmina seems the nimbler and more adaptable. We'll see if Landon shows he has learned from this day.

I was in their place so recently. It seemed an unreal faerie tale that I would ever be a knight myself...

And now I am a knight! Looking for my own squire... What deeds we'll do together.


Female Human Fighter 4 /\/\ Init: +4 | HP: 36/46 | AC: 19 | FF: 15 | Tch: 14 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +5 | Will: +3 | Perc: +5 | +1 Will vs Fear Effects |

While her brother cheered with the rest of the crowd, Catriona watched intently. She's testing him. Finding his center of balance. The knight thought as she watched the exchange.

On the second pass, her suspicions were confirmed. When the young was unseated, Catriona couldn't help but smirk, Well played, and well executed. The girl certainly knows how to read an opponent.

She couldn't wait to see the next match.


Male Half Elf Slayer Init +6, Per +6, 40/40 HP | AC20/T16/FL14 | Fort 6/Ref 10/Will 0

Truman heard the beginnings of the just before he actually saw it. He barely made it in time for the third pass and it certainly was the one to see.

He smiled a bit, happy to see a humble winner. However, Trimar had something else he was interested in. He quickly made his way into the losers "camp" and hid himself somewhat with the intent to eavesdrop on how the youth took his unseating.


Once the field was cleared the next to joust could be seen getting ready on their respected sides. Upon the left was Wymer one of those family had come along with Duke Akrin from over the seas. It was well known that Wymer was an aggressive child. The other end of the field was young Nilson, a shy noble boy. This wouldn't take long.

Ser Lady Amalda stood next to Wymer though she was not speaking to him like the others had been doing for Landon. She stood and watched her younger brother ensure his armor was on properly before he got on his horse and headed to towards Arthur as the other had done before him. Nilson on the other hand was speaking to an older man that had to be his father as he nervously shifted. The man helped him onto his horse, giving him a solid nod, before sending him off to stand before Arthur as well.

Quickly they took their places and the second match officially began! The thunder of hooves rang out again swiftly followed by the cracking of the wooden lance. Wymer's lance had almost completely shattered upon Nilson's shield, Nilson on the other hand had missed. He had tried to knock Wymer's helm off and failed. They got new lances, even though Nilson's had not hit, and went again. Once more Wymer's lance shattered but Nilson's, even though it hit, had no change. The final pass was a bit different, Wymer's lance shattered once more, but Nilson knocked Wymer's helm right off! While Nilson had lost when he returned to his father both where smiling like he has won. Wymer did the same walk by Arthur that Emlina had done but unlike her he had an arrogant smile on his face.

Gawain:
While they cleared the field for the next match a servant made their was to Gawain's seat. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but your brother Gareth is next to joust. Would you like to speak with him before hand?" She asked with a smile.

Trimar:
Seth took Landon back to their tent and helped his brother out of the full plate. "Unseated in the second pass." Seth teased. "Shut up! Emlina is far stronger that she looks, it's so weird!" Landon said, obviously upset about his loss. "Can't believe I got the misfortune to have Emlina as my first opponent! I'd rather of had Wymer!"


Female Human Fighter 4 /\/\ Init: +4 | HP: 36/46 | AC: 19 | FF: 15 | Tch: 14 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +5 | Will: +3 | Perc: +5 | +1 Will vs Fear Effects |

Got to give the boy points for persistance, She thought to herself, But one has to adapt, else it get you killed.

Fergus turned to his sister, "What it like this for you? I didn't get the chance to come to your first tourney."

Catriona knew he must have heard the story a hundred times, but she indulged her brother, "Not really, I had the unfortunate luck to draw Ser Lancelot for my first joust. Knocked me right off my horse the first tilt. My backside ached for a week after that."

Fergus couldn't help but smirk when he said, "And I'll bet that's the only man to ever get you on your back."

Her brother obviously was expecting what came next as he tensed up when Catriona punched him in the arm. Which then brought about a laugh from the both of them. As her laughter died down, Cat's gaze fell upon Ser Lady Aline, and once more her heart both lept and sank as her conflicting feelings began bubbling up.

Closing her eyes for a moment, she returned her focus back to the field.


Male Human Level 4 Paladin Chevalier

Gawain thanks the servant with a pleasant smile, and makes his way onto the field. As always, his presence draws attention. But he focuses entirely on his little brother.

"Forget about them," he advises when the crowd roars. "This is about you. Remember what I taught you: become one with your steed."

Gawain takes a moment to pet the animal. He speaks to it gently, urging it to remain steady and calm, and to take good care of its rider.
Handle Animal: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21

"I may not be the finest jouster," Gawain admits, eliciting a smile, "but I know horses. He's a fine stallion."

"And you will make a fine knight," he encourages his little brother while helping him onto the horse.


Tristram watched the jousting match between Wymer and Nilson stoically, head cocked ever so slightly to the side as Nilson seemed to pig-headedly continue to aim for the other boy's helm. Even on the third pass, when the shy lad would need to unhorse the other boy to earn the win, he still went meekly for the helm.

The knight shook his head slightly, not knowing who he was more upset with. Nilson and his father smiled, and there was nothing wrong with that, in Tristram's opinion. The boy's lack of strategy, of his attempt to WIN were what knocked him down a peg in the knight's view.

Wymer seemed to be trying to make himself look even worse, even with the win. The page's arrogance was an almost palpable thing, even though he had lost his helmet on the final pass. Tristram doubted he would give either of the boys a look unless they were the only options left to him.


Gareth smiled brightly when he saw Gawain walking up. "You came." Gareth said happily as he brother got to his side. "I know brother." He chuckled as he gave his horse's neck a pat.

"The last match... how did Nilson do?" Gareth asked as he shifted a bit. "It was poor luck that he ended up with Wymor for his joust, there are few who can match his strength and well... Nil just doesn't have to strength for jousting."


Male Human Level 4 Paladin Chevalier

Gawain shakes his head. "Strength helps, but battles are won in the mind," he warns his young brother. "Luck had nothing to do with it. Nilson wasn't jousting to win. Now, you focus on here and now. Steel yourself."


Male Human Fighter 4 | HP: 44/44 | AC 19 (tc: 16, ff 13) | Saves: (F:+8 R:+8 W: +2) | Init: +6 | Perception: +7 | Stealth: +14

Rion loses interest in Wymer very quickly, seeing the boys arrogance and single-minded strategy.

Owain never tolerated such arrogance. Any time I showed the slightest sign of pride, he looked at me silently for a long time until I lowered my gaze, realizing my foolishness. That Nilson however, he wasn't trying to win the joust. Was he trying to practice and learn one specific strike? If so, he put that ahead of winning fame... Interesting...

While waiting for the next joust, Rion looks around to see which of his fellow knights are close enough to engage in conversation.


"I know I know." Gareth said with a small sigh. He was a couple of years older than his fellow pages, he had waiting for Mordred to come of age as well. It had been a small request from their mother. "I However got Walden as my jousting opponent." Gareth grinned a bit. "He and Mordred have been at each other's throats lately. I've dealt with Mordred... Well to the best of my ability, but I can't seems to reach Walden... wonder if I knock him out of his saddle it will send the proper message." Gareth mused aloud.

Plenty of knight where in the area. Titana and Genivee where closer to the front, the gentler sister laughing as the hotheaded redhead made come comment. In the midarea sat Tanith and Marrik, both making comments to the other though neither looked as if they cared about the joust that had just finished. Further to the right sat Jonith in the front with Napheen behind him though neither seemed to care about the other's presence. The of course there was Tristam, Catriona seated next to her brother, Lamerake, and Lancelot.
Make me a perception check Rion.


Male Human Level 4 Paladin Chevalier

"You're not listening," Gawain chastizes Gareth. "None of that matters now. Walden's strength is not jousting, but he remains a worthy opponent. Concentrate. Feel the weight of your lance. Imagine finding the gap and striking his body. See yourself unmounting him. Envision your victory. And pray."

With his big brother nearby, Gareth has no fear.


Gareth sighed and gave a softer smile to his older brother. "I will." He reassured Gawain with a small shrug. Gareth closed his eyes to try and find his center, taking in a large breath before slowly letting it out. "I'm ready." He stated as he opened his eyes and look to Gawain. "Will you be here when I am finished? Or are you going to head back up to the stands?"


Male Human Level 4 Paladin Chevalier

"I'll be here," he reassures his brother with a smile.


Male Human Fighter 4 | HP: 44/44 | AC 19 (tc: 16, ff 13) | Saves: (F:+8 R:+8 W: +2) | Init: +6 | Perception: +7 | Stealth: +14

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Rion gazes around, getting a feel for the crowd.


Rion:
Scanning the crowd more intensely your eyes settle upon a familiar figure. Owen. He is seated at the very front of the stand right next to the steps to exit the platform. It is likely few others would notice him but you can see him looking the way Nilson exited and nodding with approval.


Male Human Fighter 4 | HP: 44/44 | AC 19 (tc: 16, ff 13) | Saves: (F:+8 R:+8 W: +2) | Init: +6 | Perception: +7 | Stealth: +14

Rion nods to his old master. He then makes his way over to Jonith, his acquaintance from the stables, to enjoy the next joust with him.

Ho, Jonith! What think you of the pages thus far?


Jonith shifted a bit in his seat when Rion settled next to him to speak. "Well, I know a bit more than most other knights here since they remain at the castle like I do, so nothing I didn't already expect has happened yet." The knight said with a shrug. "Though I'm going to have to smack Landon upside his head for his posture in the saddle, gave Elmina the perfect chance to unseat him. Though I guess not all take my teaching to heart." He laughed as he crossed his arms. "Tell me what do you think though? Any ideas on who you want as a squire?"


Female Human Fighter 4 /\/\ Init: +4 | HP: 36/46 | AC: 19 | FF: 15 | Tch: 14 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +5 | Will: +3 | Perc: +5 | +1 Will vs Fear Effects |

Cat noted both the movement of Rion and Gawain. Seeing the former move towards the field, she thought, Must be Gareth wanting advise, I can't imagine Mordred asking for any sort of help. I wonder if he'll get one or the other as his Squire? The knight scoffed at the thought.

"What," Fergus asked.

Catriona shook her head, "Nothing. Just an amusing thought."

Looking about, Ser Lamerake caught her eye. Turning to her brother, "Excuse me."

Getting up, she made her way to the Knight. Taking a seat next to him, she asked, "What do you think so far?"


Male Half Elf Slayer Init +6, Per +6, 40/40 HP | AC20/T16/FL14 | Fort 6/Ref 10/Will 0

Trimar watches mostly and smirks at the idea. He would have to tell Wymer what Landon said one day just to see how to two handle their idle gossip being showcased to the person of interest.

That would be another lesson hard learned for this young lad, that a knight's word can come back to haunt him if the right ears hear it. It was something that anyone who would one day have the dance the dance of nobility would be well to learn before it destroyed their lives instead of caused perhaps a small spat of competition.

Trimar could hear the cheers once again as the first pass took place and he slipped away silently once more. He always enjoyed to tease those younger than him which meant few were outside his purview of a good ribbing.

Sadly, this boy Nilson, was in a competition in which he stood no chance to shine. Might was not his forte, something you needed in spades with weight to wield the lance. Trimar knew this from personal experience and while he could hold his own, he was not fond of the practice. It easily got too messy and too close for his comfort.

Wymer had the walk of an arrogant boy who didn't realize just how deadly a hit Nilson had truly delivered and tis peeked Trimar's interest. He found his next target of intrigue and slipped into the winner's tented area this time. Perhaps a lesson was in order for this arrogant youth.


Male Human Fighter 4 | HP: 40/40 | AC 19 (T: 12, FF: 17) | Init +4 | Perception +12 | F: +6, R: +3, W: +4 | Current Stance: Running Hunter's Stance | Stamina: 6/6, Grit 3/3

Lamerake looks up as Cat approaches. As she sits down, he straightens up a little bit more than usual, as if remembering his squire days and how he was taught to act around other knights. "I look forward to seeing their swordplay, its much more personal when you only have your steel and skill, no horses or anything influencing the fight." His armor clanks quietly as he shifts in his seat. "They have shown a good bit of their character in the joust however, some maybe too much. That boy for example." he points to Wymer. "He shows more arrogance in his victory than is becoming of a page." He reclines a bit as he talks, becoming a bit more comfortable. "While I do enjoy seeing their affinity for combat I think their mindset is far more important than martial prowess. Skills can be learned, personality is... more difficult." His eyes follow Gawain as he approaches the prepping area for the participants of the next round. "What do you think?"


Female Human Fighter 4 /\/\ Init: +4 | HP: 36/46 | AC: 19 | FF: 15 | Tch: 14 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +5 | Will: +3 | Perc: +5 | +1 Will vs Fear Effects |

"Well, I'm not necessarily looking for a Squire at this time. I don't feel ready for one. However, if I were to choose one, I'd probably pick Elmina. I like her style. But let's just see how the rest of the tournament goes."


Male Human Gendarme Cavalier 3/Fighter 1 | HP 48 | AC 24 T 14 FF 23 CMD 24| Fort +8 Ref +4 Will +5 | Perc +9 Init +8 | Charging P.A. Lance +11 (3d8+48) | CMB +10 Combat Stamina 8/8 |
Skills:
Climb 12, Diplomacy 5, Handle Animal 8, Knowledge Nobility 5, Knowledge Religion 4, Perception 9, Perform Dance 5, Ride 11, Survival 5, Swim 10, Sense Motive 5

Lancelot, overhearing Catriona’s small talk with her brother, couldn’t help but smile, reminiscing. The woman was quite talented, the joust has merely been a more favorable contest for Ser Lancelot.
”If I recall rightly, I was swiftly off my mount, wanting to ensure you were all right. You were already off the ground, helm in hand, grumbling about showing me up next time.”

Lancelot noted Wymer’s arrogant countenance with disapproval, as well as Nilson’s courage in the face of a superior foe.
”It’s a good crop this year, though,” he commented idly.


Female Human Fighter 4 /\/\ Init: +4 | HP: 36/46 | AC: 19 | FF: 15 | Tch: 14 | Fort: +8 | Ref: +5 | Will: +3 | Perc: +5 | +1 Will vs Fear Effects |

Lancelot, before moving:
"And if I remember correctly, I actually got your sword away from you, twice, in the next contest. I still lost, but you looked shocked." Catriona countered in her usual fashion.

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"Can't argue that, but I don't think I'm ready for a squire all the same. Ser Lady Titana and I nearly got into it on patrol with Ser Bedivere, and it made me realize I get frustrated too easily."


Male Human Fighter 4 | HP: 44/44 | AC 19 (tc: 16, ff 13) | Saves: (F:+8 R:+8 W: +2) | Init: +6 | Perception: +7 | Stealth: +14

Rion replies to Jonith.

That is the problem with the young, is it not? So much potential wasted because it is so difficult to listen to the wisdom of those who are older.

Rion shrugs cheerily.

I too was that way. Were you not, Jonith?


Jonith laughed a bit with a shrug. "I like to think I was a bit more tamed than most." He answered with a smirk. "But yes Rion, the problem with the young is their youth." He agreed "However Rion, you have yet to answer my question." Jonith pointed out.


Male Human Fighter 4 | HP: 44/44 | AC 19 (tc: 16, ff 13) | Saves: (F:+8 R:+8 W: +2) | Init: +6 | Perception: +7 | Stealth: +14

Rion shifts uncomfortably. Then he shrugs and replies.

To tell you the truth, Jonith, I can't believe I may have a squire soon. I don't feel wise enough to b responsible for the training of a future knight. All I can say for now is that Wymer has lost my eye.


Trimar:
"Did you see that?!" Wymer laughed as he and his sister entered his tent. "I got the easiest mark out of all the pages. Nilson is such a push over." He said as he began to removed his armor.

"Never misjudge an opponent Wymer." Amalda told him,
though the scoff he gave said he wasn't really listening. "Nilson has skills you do not. Remember that." She stated.


The field was cleared and this time banners where placed on both sides. The left side flew the banner of Earl Greogor's family, and upon that side stood Walden, his older brother Calous, his older sister Aline, and their new mother Countess Claira. Calous seemed to be speaking to Walden the most at first, however Aline placed her hand over her older brother's mouth and pushed him away with ease before lecturing her younger brother.

Yet the other end of the field drew a bit more attention. The royal blue flag of the Kingdom of Taelen flew. Gareth stood on his end of the field, ensuring her armor was fitted properly. The family around him however was his brother Gawain. The two seemed to be in good spirits.

Finally both pages where mounted upon their horses and made their passes by Arthur like all the other did. Then the match began! The first pass was a remarkable one, both Walden's and Gareth's lance shattered! The crowd cheered with glee as the riders made themselves ready for the next pass. Lances where given then off they where again. This time Walden aimed for Gareth's helm, knocking it off while Gareth's lance shattered once more. They where tied. This last round would decide the winner else they would move to sword to break the tie. Once more the sound of hooves filled the air, followed by a sickening crack and a loud cry of pain. Gareth's lance had shattered and with it, Walden's arm.

Aline and Calous where there in seconds to get their younger brother off of his horse. They swiftly took him to the healer's tent. Gareth, upon hearing the cry of pain, didn't do the winner's pass. He jumped off his horse, a look of worry upon his face as he looked back to Gawain with a simple expression, 'What do I do?'


Male Human Level 4 Paladin Chevalier

Gawain looks to his brother on the field, and motions that he should get back on his horse, do the winner's pass, bow to the king, and then return to his camp!

It wouldn't be right for the victor to run after the loser. Before all, each must play his part and respect the traditional decorum of the event. When the crowd's attention has wandered, then the victor can inquire as to the loser's health.


Seeing his brother answer his plea, Gareth got back on his horse and swiftly made his way to Arthur, making the victor's pass before returning to his brother at the end of the field. Discounting his horse as he came beside Gawain, "He's going to be okay right?" Gareth asked worried. "The healers will take care of him right?"


Male Human Level 4 Paladin Chevalier

"Of course they will take of him. Now, you can go see him but he may not want to have you at his bedside," Gawain warns his brother.

"You'll make a fine, noble knight," he says with pride.


"We may not be the best of friends... but he is one of my classmates. I should at least apologize for breaking his arm." Gareth said. On of the people clearing the field came over and handed Gareth his helm. "Thank you." He told the servant before he looked back to his brother, beaming with pride. "I hope so brother." Gareth said with a smile.


Male Half Elf Slayer Init +6, Per +6, 40/40 HP | AC20/T16/FL14 | Fort 6/Ref 10/Will 0

Trimar smiles at least at the sister's words. He steps out of the shadows a bit and clears his throat "It's quite nice you're celebrating your death, well I suppose it would've been your death had it been a real opponent. It is good to remember that Jousting has it's purpose, to prepare you for true combat.So, congratulations you killed two 'weak' opponents before the third took your head off." he said staring the boy down in a serious tone.


Male Human Level 4 Paladin Chevalier

"Go," Gawain urges his brother before heading back to join the king and his court.

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