(1866-08-29) Kentaire Melee
Kentaire Melee
Summary: Log Summary
Date: 1866-08-29
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Stellan  Havelock  Jarret  Francois  Sorcha  Tavi  Julieta  Synthia  

Kentaire Arena
An ovular arena used for a myriad of feats of arms.
1866-08-29

The arena for the Kentaire Melee has been cleaned and filled as peasants and noble alike take seats. There is much chattering, especially after the events of LAST year's tournament. Likely because of that, there is an entire Cohort of the Prince's own Legion, the Kentaire First Vicarian in attendance. Spread out at the rim, watching over the event stoically. Their purple cloaks stirring in the breeze. The Prince himself stands as he looks out at the Arena and raises his hands. Trumpets blare, cutting through the noise and silence soon fills the arena.

"People of the West!" The Prince's voice cuts through the air. "We have come today, after a year of tragedy, after a year of loss and hardships, to celebrate as one, as one people under the Sun in faith to the almighty One. Therefor, today, we shall compete in strength of arms. We shall battle in honest competition, and one of these brave people, will be left standing to win the Tournament's prize." He bows his head and holds out a hand.

A young man reverently hands the Prince a longsword. He draws it, and the blade shimmers black. A Sidhe Steel Blade. "This year, we battle for a Sidhe Steel Longsword. Only this time, it will be fought without interuptions. The grand champion of the Kentaire Tournament this year will wield this ancient blade at it's end, and be given the title of Champion of the West."

The prince waits for the cheering to die down. He sheathes the blade and the youth moves off. "Fear not champions. For the Melee will hold it's own great prize to the last still standing. His or her weight in Corwns, and a Light Silver Arming Dagger." He holds up the weapon. Intricate and artistic in design. But clearly, no less deadly for it's beauty. "NOW LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!"

The Crowd ROARS again, and the battle begins.

Kentaire. Almost a year ago Julieta had attended the tournament here, not all of it, only the pleasant parts. Old memories are welling up in her as she lets her hazel eyes drift over the crowds assembled, she having secured a seat in the better area, where nobility would be seated. The courtesan of Four Corners fame is clad in a fine dress, a dark red, not her flashiest but one that will draw the eye, stressing her comely physique in a tasteful way; her dark brown hair is worn in a fashionable hairdo, held in place with hair needles at the back of her head. She has brought a fan along, against the heat of a late Aout sun, matching the dress, and even showing a decorative pattern on one side. The fan for now, closed and held in her right hand.

Tavi hears the Prince's announcement and grins a little. He then, once the battle starts, leaps forward, twirling his tournament Cutlasses as he does so. The Blue Cavalier's half cape flutters behind him as he runs toward Jarret, a mischievious grin on his face. "Time to roll the dice Blood Axe!" He calls out as he closes the dinstance. The former pirate bringing his weapons ina ready position to face off aginst the Galenthian Knight.

Sir Havelock Synn isn't exactly your typical tournament entrant, the Reliant known as the Penitent has spent the better part of a year bashing Barbarian skulls to paste and aiding in the reclamation of Gendiel. The knight, clad in maile and wielding both his own battered shield and his trusty warhammer that has spiked a good few skulls, moves to the upper end of the arena, closing in on one assailant. The Reine. Marked by the white cross of Rikton, the Reliant stands out as one of the more pious individuals down in the arena and those nearby might well hear the soft utterance of prayer escaping his lips even still.

Sorcha was on the field she has her silver hair bound up under a helm. She begins by approaching Graham closing the distance between herself and him. Her eyes on the Galenthian Knight "looks like its you and me.."

Synthia Reine had gotten permission from her knight to be present here today. Currently the Reine Squire is on the field ready to fight. Dressed in a set of rather well fitting full maile she holds a bastard sword at the ready. The large weapon is shifted as she runs forward scanning her opponets as the fight begins. She looks for one to fight only to see one charging right at her. She charges forward at the Reliant in return her eyes narrowed in quiet determination. She is calm as she moves to meet the large man and his warhammer swinging her blade forward when they get close enough to clash.

Sorcha was on the field she has her silver hair bound up under a helm. She begins by approaching Francois closing the distance between herself and him. "Rather not start with you …" she says coyly

Not really paying much attention to who the others on the field happen to be, or the speech of the Prince, Jarret is leaning on his weapon as things seem to start. Watching the people, he shakes his head at Tavi's approach. "Think you can fight and not just prance about shouting like a three years old?" he remarks, as he moves to face the man.

It has been a while since he's competed but he has made the trip here to do just that. Francois moves out onto the field in his armor with shield and sword in his hands. He looks about the stands a moment though doesnt focus purposefuly on any one person at least. He looks to the others upon the field and nods to the lady knight. "I hope we will at least give proper honor to one another."

Julieta's eyes flicker as she watches the competitors on the field going at each other, her lips curling when she sees Viscount Francois d'Cadri land two particularly well-placed hits on his female opponent, her gaze drifting then towards Sir Jarret Sokar who has just managed to down a… Blue Cavalier…? Her fan unfolds with a quick flick of her wrist, the Pearl obviously quite taken with the spectacle.

And then Tavi just gets clobbered. He KNEW he was rusty. But he wasn't expecting to jsut be nicely handed his ass on a silver platter. He shakes his ehad and pulls himself together peering at Jarret. "I like to think of myself at least as a ten year old mate." He comments wryly and then launches himself at Jarret again. His baldes whirling.

Sorcha gets hit a good few times from Francois and the Silver knight tries to keep standing she coughs a bit as she is hit.. "Take this far Ser Francois.. good luck to you".. she tells him knowing she wont be in for long, the time out of the ring made her rusty..

Going in with the solid hit to start, Jarret shrugs a little as he hears Tavi's words. "Thinking… That's never good for you…" Moving in for another attack now.

Stepping into that first blow, Havelock is staggered and his blown is dodged. Though the two following blows are both parried or dodged as he moves about Synthia. Silent. Determined. Those hazel eyes of his unblinking for a few unsettling moments as his prayer, interrupted only by a grunt as that blade connected, comes to an end. For all the good it did him. Warhammer swung, shield raised, Havelock steps back into the fray and seeks to land a blow upon the Squire, "Your practice shows." The dirty blonde and somewhat scruffily bearded Reliant offers now the prayer is offered and the battle continues.

Stellan arrives a minute too late for the melee. He sprints in, only to find the fight underway, and grouses as he moves to take a seat in the front row so he may get the best view. He frowns when the Cavalier gets slammed by Jarret's axe. "Oh C'MON…" Julieta is given a side-glance once he notices her presence and he sends an idle wave in her direction, though it was difficult for him to take his eyes off the action.

The bastard sword in Synthia's hands swings forth in an arc of steel. It strike the Reliant knight upon his chest armor likely doing a decent bit of damage. She twists to the side to avoid a hit which makes her next strike go wild. But still she keeps coming dodging all his attempts to hit her so far. She is silent and focused and his words to her draw the faintest of smiles from behind her helmet, yet still she says nothing and continues to face her opponet with serious determination.

Francois, the winged-knight and Viscount, moves towards his opponent as they close with one another the dance goes his direction for now at least. He nods to her words "You are still standing m'lady." he comments though he will ready for the next round of fight. He does take the slightest glance to the stands quickly.

Sorcha lands a good blow, also getting hit again by the viscount. Her eyes dance slightly as she breathes shakily .. "For now M'lord".. she chuckles at the light banter between them. She moves to try and attack once more.

The Cavalier lashes once, then twice, his blades snicker snacking outward and coring across Jarret's chest once. He dances back, first once, then swinging to miss, and dances back again narrowly avoiding a swipe of the Blood Axe's weapon. He frowns slightly, and shakes his head. Still trying to clear the cobwebs from the clobbering he had recieved from Jarret moments before. "I don't suppose you'd like to jsut fall over? Give me the win? Maybe… I don't know. Forfeit?" He grins to the Galenthian, and winks. "We could become best friends!"

Francois turns back in time to try and defend but he takes blows himself this time dealing one at least. He looks to the other. "Indeed, see the tables turn fast indeed." he will look on though focused as he moves to counter-attack once more he intends at least to make it a good run.

Havelock steps in once more, trusting in that his armour will take the blade that scrapes against his right thigh and indeed, though he'll undoubtedly be bruised from that blow, the effect is glancing and the Reliant swungs a crushing blow against Synthia's chest. A dull thud of strength that powers against and through her armour. Stepping back to give her the room she needs, Havelock simply nods to the stunned squire and prepares to press his attack once again once she's ready.

Synthia's blade swings forth again striking Havelock on the leg but not getting past his armor. But then that warhammer hit her in the chest and she staggers back. She almost drops from the force of the blow but she regains her balance at the last minute and with a deep breath comes back to face the Reliant once more her determination never wavering. Her strikes are controlled still but she is putting more force into her blows now trying to at least put on a decent showing.

Taking that one hit to his armor, and getting out of the way of the next incoming strike, without managing to get a hit in, Jarret doesn't even bother to answer Tavi's words, just moving forward in the next attack now.

That fan is raised just so as if to cover the lower part of the Pearl's features, enough perhaps to conceal that gaping mouth of Julieta, when the Viscount receives a hard blow from his opponent. Her countenance is swiftly regained, the fan lowered. And her hazel eyes shift to Jarret, seeing he is so far almost unscathed.

Tavi swings, ducks, and swings agian, but the Blood Axe catches him on the second attempt to dodge and the shot to gut folds the Cavalier over. He drops to his knees and pants. He falls over and sighs painfully. "I yield Blood Axe. Well struck." He salutes and lays there.

Another hit to the chest has Synthia knocked backwards and this time she lands hard on her back. She looks up at Havelock with narrowed green eyes not wanting to quit at all but also respecting a superior opponet. "I yield." She says quietly and begins to pick herself up and leave the field with as much grace as she can muster.

It is with a second fierce blow to Synthia's chest that The Penitent puts down the squire. There's no joy in having done so, but the Reliant stands for a moment and inclines his head respectfully to his downed opponent. A simple nod as he offers, "My blessing and respects." Then, turning towards the melee, Havelock casts his eyes over those still fighting, watching another fall and with a measured pace begins to head towards the next. His breathing a little quick from the exertion, but given he's used to full plate, the maile is a welcome relief.

The next round is more of a feeling out round they both have misses though he scores another strike which is good. Francois looks over to his oppontant though he knows that things are happening around him as well and he must keep an eye out on the others though for now staying defensive trying to outlast as it were.

Sorcha somehow has stayed in the melee, her and the viscount dance with blows. They both miss as their feet move and she chuckles surprised that she spars off with him.

Stellan sighs as Tavi falls like a ton of bricks yet again, to the Bloodaxe no less. He proceeds to cheer on another Aequorian, who wasn't doing all too well, and his fellow Gendiel veteran. "Go Sir Sorcha! Go Penitent!"

There's a brief grunt as he manages to take down Tavi, and then Jarret looks around. A brief frown as he sees Synthia go down, but then Jarret makes his way over towards those two fighting each other.

Havelock continues his intrepid journey towards the other combatants, moving at quite the pace all things considered. The maile clad Reliant, showing only the faintest glint of amusement as his damned byname is yelled from the crowd. A byname earned with a crossbow bolt in the gut and way too much blood everywhere and anywhere. A swing of the warhammer lets the light glint off of its blunt and crushing head, whatever happens, the Reliant intends to enter the fray swinging.

Moving over towards where Sorcha and Francois is, Jarret smiles as he closes the gap. Bringing his axe into a ready position, he waits for a few moments, then decides to swing it for Francois now.

Julieta jumps to her feet, seeing Jarret circling in on Francois, that fan of hers held at chest level. Hazel eyes watching with concern when the Sokar chooses to attack the d'Cadri.

Sorcha turns when Jarret moves to attack Francois, "You … stay out of this".. she says as her axe makes a sudden change of targets.

And so as Sorcha falls, that rather leaves Havelock a few seconds from joining the fray. The Reliant stepping ever closer to finally joining that final fray! Warhammer swung once more, the blunt haft whooshing through the air as his maile clad form approaches the battle!

As Sorcha's axe strike out towards him, Jarret manages to sidestep. "Would be a lousy melee with almost no fighting," he replies to the Lady. Managing to hit Francois a few times, he offers the man a grin, but doesn't say anything else for now.

Francois doesnt have time to change course when his opponent does and thus he attacks with her back is turned. "M'lady i'm quite sorry, but you fought well." He states though he must turn back to the fight at hand and though he tries to move he's struck. He does try and stand at least to make a good showing.

And so the battle is joined, the Reliant charges into the fray and launches his attack against Jarret. The warhammer wielded and swung with a certain righteous gusto! Shield raised and tilted just enough against retaliation, Havelock for his part is glad to have finally joined the fray, that first battle sure took place a ways away.

Nodding a little to himself as he sees Havelock's approach, Jarret still moves in for Francois, hoping to hit the dear viscount a bit hard now. Still no words, exceptwhen nexessary. Focus on the task at hand.

Francois stands his round though he's a bit dinged up to say the least and so he is getting rather beaten-up. He stands though and turns his focus to his defense to try and at least last out a bit longer. The Viscount though knows it's a longshot.

Havelock swings that hammer good and hard, slamming the wedge of that trusty old weapon into Jarret's chest with a most satisfying thud and the glorious tremble of the arm as the connection rings along the limb. The Reliant known as the Penitent, Sir Havelock Synn seems focused for the first time since arriving in Kentaire. No distractions, no thoughts but for putting the men before him onto the ground.

Francois looks to still be standing though he's taken a beating all the same. He is breathing heavily for the combat's fierce nature, he looks to the two left though and tries to defend at least try and remain standing long enough to perhaps make one more round.

Taking a solid hit from Havelock, while managing to hit Francois as well, although taking another hit from the Aequorian too, Jarret staggers backwards, then returns to his task at hand. Quiet, focused.

Julieta watches the proceedings on the field with wide eyes, the fan in her right hand busy with cooling her countenance. The courtesan stands, her hazel eyes lingering on Francois d'Cadri who is getting ready to fight the other last opponent standing. She barely daring to draw a breath.

Another slam from Havelock's hammer, this time seeking to wind Jarret by connecting with his midriff and the Reliant steps back to allow him to gain his footing. Though this time it isn't to be. With a simple nod offered the fallen Sokar, Havelock turns his attention to the d'Cadri. Again a simple nod offered, little else is needed as the Reliant launches himself at the Aequorian with a hefty swing of that hammer.

Francois looks like he's quite done for in the match he stands and imagines to dodge a strike though is hit once more he drops to a knee though he manages to regain his feet and raises his weapon and shield "Well fought indeed Sir." he comments.

Jarret takes another hit and stumbles backwards, waiting for a few moments before he stalks off the field now, staying quiet as he does.

Sorcha looks to Jarret "Well Fought Ser." she says softly her eyes now on Francois "The one is with you Francois!"

"Not well enough," Jarret replies a bit quietly to Sorcha, pausing for a brief second to reply to her, before he goes back to heading off the field, shrugging a little to himself now

Havelock raises his shield to ward off a fierce blow from the Aequorian Viscount, while catching the man's hand in retaliation and giving a good shove back with his shield, ready to continue to the assault. A veritable grunt escaping the Reliant as he swings that hammer back and finds that there is little need to press the attack. The hammer is lowered and looped back upon his belt and his coif pushed back to rumple about his neck, showing that dirty blonde hair to be streaked and matted with sweat from the armour and exertion. With his hand free, Havelock offers his hand to Francois, "Well fought."

Francois doesn't figure he can win with his state of tiredness, but he will try of course his shield and sword brought around though the knight is too fast and he misses the strike opposed smacks his hand and the sword clatters to the ground. "I yield, sir." he says picking up the sword and sheathing it he'll bow to him accepting the the hand. "Well fought and well played indeed." He looks back to the crowd watching and if he happens to gaze upon someone, and smile so-be it.

The fight concludes and the arena is a madhouse of cheering and clapping. The thunderous roar is silenced as the Prince stnads holding up his hands, and he walks forward to the end fo his podium. There is silence as the Prince looks down at the last Knight standing. He smiles and calls out, "Sir Knight! Your skill at arms has seen you standing victorious at the end of a hard fought battle! We Salute you." The Prince bows, fist to heart. The Crowd cheers again.

Once the cheering dies down again, he continues. "Sir Knight. To you goes the Light Silver Arming Dagger. May it serve you well. The points you gianed today are recorded and shall be added to whatever else you may gain. You are well on yoru way to victory and the Sidhe Steel Longsword!"

Sorcha smiles as she looks onto Francois, she takes her helm off and her silver hair comes free from its bindings. She sighs softly as she watches the prince and she claps along with all the others. "Well Done!"

Havelock moves to stand respectfully before the Prince as he announces his prize, "Thank you Your Highness, it has been my honour to fight in this here tournament against such excellent warriors. The One truly blessed my weapon this day, praise the One." His head is bowed, a soft utterance of prayer is whispered past his lips and Sir Havelock Synn lifts his hazel gaze once more and salutes both the Prince, his feelow warriors and the crowds who cheered, "My deepest thanks and respects."

Francois moves to step off the field now and nods returning the smile to Sorcha removing his own helm his own hair blond though perhaps aged a little bit lighter than it had been before hand. "Well fought m'lady indeed." He comments looking to the others who fought and nods to them "Well done." he says.

Sorcha smiles softly to Francois "You as well your exellency" she says softly. She tilts her head to him "perhaps I could train with you on some days that you and your squires are practicing?" she asks him.

"I see no reason why not. I am Viscount Francois d'Cadri." The man says realizing that he doesnt know the others name beyond the tournament. He looks back to the stands and then back to her. "Are you competing in any other events do you think?"

Havelock moves off to the side, slips to his knees and bows his head as he begins a lengthy prayer of fire and brimstone, pride, penance and hope. The Reliant clearly thinking he has much to be sorry for having wielded his weapon with such success.

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