Falcon Warchild searches the jousting field, "Has anyone seen a 'Mr. The Rogue Knight'," he asks reading a piece of parchment in his hands.

Falcon Warchild searches the jousting field, "Has anyone seen a 'Mr. The Rogue Knight'," he asks reading a piece of parchment in his hands.

"Who gives their child the first name 'The'?" asks Lord Kerrigan wryly.

Sir Manfred salutes his opponenet when he gets to his feet again, and recaptures Trouble before his horse can go try to trample the ashworm. He leads Trouble past the stands and the cheering audience to his tent, where he unsaddles and tends to his mount. He then carefully removes his armor to check out the two large bruises on his chest and the smaller one on his backside. Quietly he gave thanks for his performance to Iomedae, allowing himself some pride for a good performace.

Donning lighter garments he goes to meet Lord Kerrigan and guests.
Noticing Prince Pineperry's armor on a stand he approaches the Prince.

"Your Highness, with respect surely you will don something more rigid than scale armor? A breastplate at least. Experience says your flexible armor will lead to a great deal of unneccessary pain."

"If you have a suit in my size I would gladly view it. Alas I hope to avoid that dangerous lance of yours. Maybe luck will shine on this day. I have been very lucky in the past."

Percival inclines his head as the victor passes back to his tent.

Sir Manfred goes off to inquire amongst the armorsmiths about a suitable set of plate armor for the prince; or at the very least a breastplate.

Sorry, been so busy with work, I totally forgot about the joust since it's not on my "pbp games" list in my profile...so we going to be going 1 combat at a time then?

EDIT: added it to my profile list of games, won't forget anymore...heh.

Sorry, been so busy with work, I totally forgot about the joust since it's not on my "pbp games" list in my profile...so we going to be going 1 combat at a time then?

EDIT: added it to my profile list of games, won't forget anymore...heh.

Spotting Uathach's golden hair and silvery eyes, Kerrigan gestures to Falcon, "That one seems ready. ... Boy's so shiny I have to avert my eyes when he stands in the sunlight like that. ... Do you think blinding his opponents gives him an advantage in combat?"

"Father, let me try just once more to find 'The Rogue Knight'," responds Falcon.

Kornelius eagerly applauds the victory my Sir Manfred and prepares Sting his horse. When passing by Sir Manfred, he winks and whispers "Nice job."

"Father, let me try just once more to find 'The Rogue Knight'," responds Falcon.

"Sorry about the delay. Something was awry."

"Ready."

For Tarren Dei

Falcon Warchild wrote:

"Father, let me try just once more to find 'The Rogue Knight'," responds Falcon.

"Sorry about the delay. Something was awry."

"Ready."

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"Ah, it's ... you," says Falcon, uncertain of what to call 'The Rogue Knight' but fairly certain both 'Mr. Knight' and, the less formal, 'The Rogue' are out. Falcon gestures towards the field. "The crowd is getting restless."

The way Manfred showed his rolls is perfect. Make your rolls (and spoiler them) when you are ready and then your opponent will do the same. Opponents should not look under each other's spoilers.

"Tell the people I am The Rogue Knight."

"Besides, it's not the name."

TRK closes the visor of his helm and calmly steps onto the field.

Sir Manfred calls out, "Good luck Sir Kornelius!" as he passes. He wondered who the rough looking man was talking to Sir Kornelius. It seemed to him they had a family resemblance; but it was too late to ask as the knights set up at opposite ends of the field and took up their lances...

Before the fight, Kornelius says to TRK (The Rogue Knight) "You look undefeatable. And one thing is for sure. I will not defeat you. I think." He winks and also says. "May the best knight win." Says he, shaking The Rogue Knights hand.

Before the fight, Kornelius says to TRK (The Rogue Knight) "You look undefeatable. And one thing is for sure. I will not defeat you. I think." He winks and also says. "May the best knight win." Says he, shaking The Rogue Knights hand.

"The gods decree our fate long ago. Winning or losing is but an expression of their divine will. I bear you no ill will and whatever the outcome may be it shall remain to be so."

TRK accepts the gesture for what it is.

TRK goes to his horse and lance.

"Well said." responds Kornelius. And he pats his horse and the horse charges. The horse takes a evil look at TRK, and Kornelius sticks his lance out, hoping to TRK off his horse.....

Kornelius Rowel's rolls:

!!!!!! EDIT: first I posted as Nerrat Dei, then Papa Schtroumpf!

TRK's black stallion rears on its hind leg before charging off in the direction of Sir Kornelius. The lacy stocking of his lady trails like some battle standard from TRK's helm. The sound of the clamoring masses disappear as TRK's mind enters "Fight Time!"

His mind replays an old martial song.

Inside TRK's mind plays

TRK prays to the gods as he meets Sir Kornelius. He aims his lance at the last moment to prevent Sir Kornelius any chance of escaping. "Guide my hand!"

TRK's rolls

Kornelius Rowel II, a caravan guard who has helped to rescue the keep from bandits and was amongst those who warned Lord Kerrigan of the marauding orcs, faces the mysterious Rogue Knight.

The three clash three times. Each time, Kornelius' lance is knocked aside by TRK's seemingly impenetrable armour. Each time, TRK's lance splinters on Kornelius shield, sending him from his horse. Each time but the last.

When Kornelius having lost in the first two courses, mounts his horse and tries for a third and remains on his horse the whole crowd applauds his tenacity.

All but one person ...

Kargan Rowel, Kornelius Rowel's older brother, stands sneering from the side of the jousting field. He makes no move to help or support his brother in any way. In fact, he seems to enjoy watching him get beat.

10 points for TRK; 0 for Kornelius. Sorry, Kornelius, luck of the draw.

TRK dismounts and lifts his visor. He nods in the direction of his opponent. Then he leads his horse away. The lacy stocking lifts on the wind and trails behind as if waving 'bye bye.'

"Excellent show to both of you....bravo"

"The word brutal doth spring to mine mind. Plucky chap that Kornelius though."

Half hidden in the crowd, an elderly druid watches the joust. As The Rogue Knight scythes his way through the course, he smiles slightly, as though at a fond memory.

"Excellent show to both of you....bravo"

TRK nods at his fellow competitor. Indeed, a man of few words, and in this instance, none.

The hair at the back of his neck suddenly stand on end, a feeling that he is being watched. He looks around but sees no one in particular among the masses.

He does not dismiss it as mere imagination. He has learned to trust such feelings.

10 points for TRK; 0 for Kornelius. Sorry, Kornelius, luck of the draw.

Didnt I stay on my horse the third time? That's 1 point.

Tarren the Dungeon Master wrote:

10 points for TRK; 0 for Kornelius. Sorry, Kornelius, luck of the draw.

Didnt I stay on my horse the third time? That's 1 point.

Right you are. That's 1 point. Sorry.

As Falcon calls Uathach of Iomedae and Prince Percival to take their places, Lord Kerrigan looks bemused and whispers something to the wealthy halfling businessman, Sirap Hilltown.

Prince Percival mounts his treasured warpony, Silkwind, and takes the short lance, more of a lancet really, with its purple pennant fluttering in the breeze.

Then he smiles down to the four squires. Each has changed roles from musician to aide. They stand apprehensively waiting. "Good luck, my lord."

"Don't worry one hath watched many of these actions in the past, and I'm good at riding, correct?"

He looks over at the herald and the master of ceremonies ready for the off.

In case I get busy later on, I'll post Percival's tilts now.

Round One

Round Two

Round Three

Uathach raises his hand in salute, with a cheery smile, "Good Luck to you Sir Percy!"

The pale faced Percival nevertheless waves back.

Rule clarification -- Points are assigned as follows: 1 Point for hitting opponent, 1 Point for staying on the horse, 2 Points for unhorsing opponent.

Prince Percival Pineperry proves too small to hit in the first course. As he hugs tightly against the horse's mane, Uathach finds he has a choice between hitting the horse or missing entirely. He misses.
Unfortunately, the whipping of the horse's mane in the halfling prince's eyes means that Percival misses as well.

Each rider gets a point for staying on their horse.

The crowd is much amused and cheers the second course. Much to the crowd's amusement, the halfling prince manages to score a hit on the shining knight. It is more of a 'tap' than a hit and Uathach shrugs it off but it is worth points.

Uathach's lance still has trouble finding the diminutive royal. Uathach stays on his horse.

2 points for Percival; 1 for Uathach.

Prince Percival Pineperry, Since that went so well, he will do it again, all brave and confident now.
Attack 1d20+7+2=15, Damage=8pts, Ride Check=27, AC21

The crowd seems a little let down by the third course. Neither rider hits. Neither contestant scores any points.

Each rider gets a point for staying on their horse.

4 points for Percival; 3 for Uathach.

Check my math ;-)

"good show Percy!"

Nice joust build ;)

Lord Kerrigan applauds the halfling prince, though his smile still suggests he finds the prince more amusing that praiseworthy.

Falcon Warchild notes the score and announces the current rankings to the crowd.

Before Lord Kerrigan has even sat down after standing to applaud, Kargan Rowel accosts him. "And what about me? I came here to joust not stand and clap for half-sized court jesters."

"How did we do, Silkwind? That lance was like a treetrunk coming at mine precious body. Thank you Uathach. But did we win?"

The Prince plainly cannot believe it. He stares wide-eyed as the results are read out. Then a slow smile spreads across his face.

And the halfling offers his hand to Uathach, vigorously shaking it.

Thanks, all you needed was one hit though and this boy was going down for good.

Rule clarification -- Points are assigned as follows: 1 Point for hitting opponent, 1 Point for staying on the horse, 2 Points for unhorsing opponent.

Prince Percival Pineperry proves too small to hit in the first course. As he hugs tightly......

.. crowd seems a little let down by the third course. Neither rider hits. Neither contestant scores any points.

Each rider gets a point for staying on their horse.

4 points for Percival; 3 for Uathach.

Check my math ;-)

I think Percival has 3pts and Uathach 2pts.

Tarren the Dungeon Master wrote:

Rule clarification -- Points are assigned as follows: 1 Point for hitting opponent, 1 Point for staying on the horse, 2 Points for unhorsing opponent.

Prince Percival Pineperry proves too small to hit in the first course. As he hugs tightly......

.. crowd seems a little let down by the third course. Neither rider hits. Neither contestant scores any points.

Each rider gets a point for staying on their horse.

4 points for Percival; 3 for Uathach.

Check my math ;-)

I think Percival has 3pts and Uathach 2pts.

They get a point each time just for staying on their horse ... if I run another joust I'll specify "staying on your horse after being hit". Percival gets 1 extra point for actually hitting his opponent. This turned out to be the novelty act of jousts.

"I stand here with the same letter of invite as these others," growls Kargan. "Am I not to joust?"

"Than choose your man!" snaps Lord Kerrigan angrily.

Kornelius grunts by Kargan's behaviour. When Lord Kerrigan responds, he is stunned.

TRK wonders who this Kargan Rowel will choose as his opposite.

Percival walks over to the stand to see if that is it for the day.

He is sipping from a silver stirrup cup.

Just realised that I had one too many feats. I took Weapon Focus (lance) at 2nd when I shouldn't. I can drop out as a stinker if you wish Tarren. Should have been +6 t hit not +7. Sorry gentlemen.

Just realised that I had one too many feats. I took Weapon Focus (lance) at 2nd when I shouldn't. I can drop out as a stinker if you wish Tarren. Should have been +6 t hit not +7. Sorry gentlemen.

No need to withdraw. It wouldn't have changed the points at all.

Kargan begins to walk towards the halfling prince in a threatening manner but Kerrigan intercedes, "Challenge someone who has not already placed. If they beat you, they can advance."

Kargan's scowl deepens but then breaks out into a grin. He turns to Kornelius, "Little brother, I've beaten you so many times in the past. Perhaps you should be beat again."

Kargan doesn't wait for Kornelius to reply. He heads towards his tent to suit up.

"Just watch me." shouts he loudly. However, he seeks out Uathach for some advice.

Kornelius finds Uathach and says "With your mighty skill, you could have defeated your opponent. However, luck was not on your side. I ask you, though if you could find where my weakness was when I was playing.. uh... Mr. Knight. You see my brother wanted to play a joust, and he did not have a assigned opponent, and Lord Kerrigan said that he would have to choose a person who did not win, and he chose me, and I heard that seeking advice is not illegal, so," says he. "Will you help me?"