(1875-03-18) Kaedon Tourney - Joust
Kaedon Tourney - Joust
Summary: The Kaedon Spring Tourney Joust of 1875. Tavi wins.
Date: 18th March 2019
Related: Kaedon Tourney
NPCs: None
Players:
Dertan  Rowena  Bethany  Brennart  Jarret  Bedivere  Myrana  Havelock  Tavi  

Pinevale - County Kaedon

Within Pinevale, there's a great bustle of business and activity, for even though the Capital has moved to Silverhill, the trade port remains crucial to the success of the Kaedon finances. Located at the centre of the Kaedon lands, it is heavily walled and protected by the great forest that surrounds a good portion of the bustling trade hub.

Notably the Tourney grounds of Pinevale are fairly traditional in some ways and remain in use. There is a training area to practice in and a set of archery targets off to one side for archery practice or competitions. A hard packed dirt circle serves as a sparring area for melee combat and there is even a little used jousting area. The most impressive thing here is the obstacle course designed specifically to train the elite forces of House Kaedon. Great care has gone into making a difficult course that requires running, climbing, jumping and even walking softly to complete it.

IC date of RP

The joust has never been a particularly popular event here in the ancient woodlands of Kaedon county yet the lure of a tournament has brought people in from far and wide. Knights have been jousting all day, with the battleborn having a particularly high level of prominence, and its taken a few bouts for you all to raise above the pack and earn a place in these final matches. The tourney grounds here in the city are quite traditional in structure with permanent, but modest, stands and a walled off strip of earth maintained just for this.

It is Dertan Kaedon who is hosting these finals. He stands in the main viewing box along with the other nobles he thought worthy of an invitation and raises his own voice to the announcements. At the ends of the grounds, where his voice doesn't really reach, his words are echoed by heralds.

"The next matches will determine who goes through to the final bout and earns the title of Jousting Champion for the Spring Festival Tournament of 1875. The drawings have been done and our next matches will be between veritable masters of the skills. First up we will witness the Green Knight as he jousts against Sir Brennart Tarris." A servant hands him a glass filled with something that looks suspiciously like tea and he takes a step back away from the edge to share a few soft words with his companions.
=================< Myrana Posed on Mar 19 12:12AM 2019 GMT >==================
Myrana applauds, sitting in the stands under the shade of an awning and seeming as cheerful as ever to be watching a Joust.
================< Havelock Posed on Mar 19 12:14AM 2019 GMT >=================
The 'Green Knight' may well be dressed in plate, though he is also adorned in a dark and tattered green warcoat, and it is safe to say his armour has certainly seen battle, given the multitude of scrapes and evident repairs. With his visor closed, the unidentified knight sits atop his horse having mounted but a few moments prior, and guides the angry looking horse forward to pay his respects to Dertan. A nod is offered, the lance is tipped and then once more towards Brennart, and back towards his end of the jousting area he moves. Hooves scrape the ground, and the ragged and tattered Green Knight watches, and waits.
=================< Rowena Posed on Mar 19 12:15AM 2019 GMT >==================
Rowena Sokar had been, quite literally, bored out of her skull for a fair portion of the day. She had, literally, only one horse in this race, and damned if everyone and anyone seemed to have gathered to vie for the chance to take on the current, and, in her mind, reigning tournament champion. Such was the sad fate of a cousin Sokar. Finally, though, the weeds had been cleared and Brennart Sokar-Tarris (in her head) was getting ready to clear the rest of the field and ride on to victory.
================< Brennart Posed on Mar 19 12:17AM 2019 GMT >=================
The Sokar gone Tarris is down at the end of his list patting his Tarris bred Warhorse before he mounts up accepting his shield before he snaps down his visor. Brennart takes his lance before he pays proper respects to the tourney host and then his most noble and beat up opponent his own armor isn't that much nicer having been through multiple war. Him and his horse is poised and ready to go like a coiled spring.
================< Bedivere Posed on Mar 19 12:18AM 2019 GMT >=================
Sir Bedivere had been drawn to the aspects of a new tourney. Dressed in his fine armor, he appears to be one of the many riders for the tournament, and he appears to be ready to go. However, he is not the first one called, so he simply takes a seat, and he watches closely…as if waiting to see who will come out on top this time.
=================< Jarret Posed on Mar 19 12:19AM 2019 GMT >==================
All of the people that wanted to see Duke Jarret Sokar take part in this event ended up quite disappointed as he's only been seated watching the event. Keeping quiet as he watches, shaking his head a bit as he pulls out a small flask from a pocket and taking a sip from it. His expression is rather distant, as if at least parts of his mind is somewhere else entirely.
=================< Bethany Posed on Mar 19 12:19AM 2019 GMT >=================
Bethany is in the stands, ready to cheer her husband on. Unlike the other tourney, where she dressed up, the Tarris heir is dressed in green tunic, black leather britches and black, hard leather boots that come up to mid-shin. There's a bit of a concerned look on her face.
=================< Dertan Posed on Mar 19 12:20AM 2019 GMT >==================
Its one of the heralds who lifts the flag that represents the signal to charge. The little Kaedon flag goes up.. hovers there briefly and then falls!
================< Havelock Posed on Mar 19 12:25AM 2019 GMT >=================
And the Green Knight spurs his horse onward down towards his thundering opponent as that flag falls. Dirt is kicked up, dust also, and the lance is levelled towards Brennart, bobbing lightly with every thundering clash of hooves against the ground. Gazing through his visor, Brennart is but a glimpse within a fine slit of light, and while his horse may well be handled somewhat neatly, his lance strikes and glances off of his opponent, just as Brennart's own slams into him good and hard, splintering that lance, though the Green Knight stays mounted as he thunders by and takes his new, and slightly winded position at the opposite end. A new dent in his armour.
================< Brennart Posed on Mar 19 12:26AM 2019 GMT >=================
And upon the signal to begin Brennart spurs his horse forward… As Fair Warning begins to thunder towards his opponent he seats his lance under his arm and rises up into his saddle adjusting his lance for his opponents movements until there's a crash and they're past each other. Looking at the lance he tosses it to the side and holds out his arm for a new lance to be brought for him looking over at his opponent with newfound respect.
=================< Dertan Posed on Mar 19 12:28AM 2019 GMT >==================
Dertan watches the event with detatched interest as the pair thunder past each other. "A fine pass." he comments as they pause at the ends to receive new lances. "Let us hope they are all like that."
=================< Rowena Posed on Mar 19 12:30AM 2019 GMT >==================
Rowena glanced across the way, as the two opponents clashed and Brennart scored a marginal victory in the round, "Beth, you know I would have polished your armor myself, if you'd have agreed to ride the joust." Because who would not want to see a two-Tarris death match?
==================< Tavi Posed on Mar 19 12:32AM 2019 GMT >===================
Sipping from a canteen in the spring air of these southern lands, Tavi watches Brennart and the Green Knight make the first pass. He smiles lightly, noting each other's riding styles, and techniques with the lance. He rolls his shoulder, making sure his own Blue Cavalier armor is good. One MUST look his best when in Galenthia after all. These people simply don't know the first thing about fashion, OR drinking.
=================< Bethany Posed on Mar 19 12:33AM 2019 GMT >=================
The comment from Rowena has Beth actually gaffawing. "Oh boy, that would be… something, wouldn't it?" Leaning back a bit, she winces slightly as she watches the joust and her husband, who is kind of… well. Yes. "Brenn, kick his butt!" Whooops. Clearing her throat, she casts a blushy look Ro's way. "It has been a long time since I last participated."
================< Bedivere Posed on Mar 19 12:34AM 2019 GMT >=================
One thunderous pass after another, Bedivere keeps his eyes on the joust. "Damn…" the sound of that impact was enough to give people goosebumps. "Two evenly matched individuals, it looks like. Let's see what happens in the last."
================< Havelock Posed on Mar 19 12:35AM 2019 GMT >=================
And back down the field the Green Knight thunders, the lance wavering less than it did before, the tattered knight's aim quite on point as it slams home hard, a solid splintering strike that sends shards of lance exploding across the field, while Brennart's own strike glances off of the Green Knight's battered armour. Thundering on past, the Green Knight doesn't even look back until he turns at the end to spy his opponent…
=================< Rowena Posed on Mar 19 12:36AM 2019 GMT >==================
"It would." Because nobody wanted Rowena polishing their armor. Lest they end up walking off the field out of shame in their appearance alone. "Too long, actually. People need to be reminded." Rowena Sokar, best and worst spectator support ever.
=================< Myrana Posed on Mar 19 12:36AM 2019 GMT >==================
Stretching her legs out before her with pointed toes and hands on her knees, Myrana shifts and wriggles in her seat in the stands as if she's restless and wishing she had brought another cushion with her. Her feet don't quite touch the floorboards in front of her chair, and so she attempts, once again, to find a comfortable way to sit without making it clear that her feet are dangling. If she takes the cushion out from behind her back, the hard seat is too long and her back comes nowhere near any sort of support.

"Rrgh," she grumbles, shifting again with a jingle of jewelry, only to become distracted with another tremendous clash. "Oh!" And applauding with the others, she cheers for the Mystery Knight. Mainly, it must be said, because green is extremely becoming for plate.
=================< Jarret Posed on Mar 19 12:37AM 2019 GMT >==================
Jarret shakes his head a little as he takes another sip from his flask. He looks around at the others watching, shaking his head a little as he listens to what's being said. "Better not to participate, unless you prefer getting wounded," he remarks, a bit quietly.
================< Brennart Posed on Mar 19 12:44AM 2019 GMT >=================
Brennart spurs his horse forward but never quite seems to get into the proper groove with his horse and doesn't seem to be sitting quite properly when the jousters pass each other. Even though he manages to get a glancing blow the solid hit he takes is enough to cause him to fall back onto his horse and /ever/ so slowly slide off to land onto the ground never managing to regain his balance.
=================< Dertan Posed on Mar 19 12:44AM 2019 GMT >==================
Dertan glances to Jarret, frowns just a fraction more than he already was, and then turns his face back to the two knights as they recover from their second bout. "And with that strike the Green Knight goes through to the final bout." He nods to Havelock, expecting him to indulge in a triumphal ride across the field, and then turns his eyes onto Brennart for a long moment. "I would have liked to watch you joust." is said quietly enough that only those in the stands with him can hear. It is hard to tell if he is talking to Jarret, Bethany or both.

Having seen whatever it was he was looking for Dertan restraightens, puts the officer voice back on, and then states. "Our next match is between Sir Tavi Deverout and Lord Bedivere d'Acuto. Both of these gentlemen are acclaimed jousters and I have high expectations for this match." As the heralds echo his words he sets his hands lightly behind his back and watches the two set up.
================< Havelock Posed on Mar 19 12:46AM 2019 GMT >=================
Riding back towards the fallen Brennart, the Green Knight simply bows his head to his fallen opponent, saying not a single word before nodding once more to Dertan. With quite possibly the most boring triumphal ride behind him, the Green Knight simply canters off the field to prepare for the next bout when his name is called. As ever that helm stays on, and the visor down.
=================< Bethany Posed on Mar 19 12:47AM 2019 GMT >=================
Bethany frowns. Seems like Brennart has bad luck to rival her own this time. She keeps cheering, though, as she is still a bit amped up. The cheering quiets, however, just in time for her to hear Dertan's statement. "It is for the best that I don't try anymore," she says with a slight shrug. "Brenn will have to win for House Tarris." Although not this time, it sems.
================< Bedivere Posed on Mar 19 12:49AM 2019 GMT >=================
Bedivere actually looks surprised that Brennart was unhorsed. But, nevertheless, he is summoned upon to enter the fray. Mounting his horse and taking up his lance, Bedivere gives a bow of his head in honor to his opponent. "May the best man win, my friend." Then…he's ready.

He lets his hand touch his horse's mane, gentle and nice, as he speaks. "With haste." then, as soon as the match is called to begin? He'll ride forth!
=================< Rowena Posed on Mar 19 12:52AM 2019 GMT >==================
"I don't know that it's ever best not to do what you were meant to do. Whether it's on the battlefield or the tourney grounds." Easy for Rowena to say, given that she had no lands, no great titles and none of the great responsibilities that had landed on Bethany's shoulders." As she looked over towards the green knight, she caught sight of Myrana, "Your Grace, you're welcome to join us. It's a bit more comfortable here."
=================< Jarret Posed on Mar 19 12:54AM 2019 GMT >==================
Jarret shakes his head again, before he smiles briefly. "I've realized that there are a few good reasons to avoid participating in these things anymore," he offers after a few more moments. He pauses as he sees Brennart unorsed, nodding thoughtfully before he looks around the stands again.
================< Havelock Posed on Mar 19 01:03AM 2019 GMT >=================
Havelock settles for the moment, watching and eying the competitors from his spot beside his grouchy looking horse. A horse that has equally seen more than a few scrapes given the lines amidst its fur. So there the Green Knight sits, looking every inch the tattered hedge knight, his face obscured and his attention focused on the next joust.
=================< Dertan Posed on Mar 19 01:03AM 2019 GMT >==================
Dertan looks over at the group before looking back to where Bedivere and Tavi are preparing. "It is something meant to prove your glory rather than maintain it. I see no harm with you chosing not to risk it."
=================< Bethany Posed on Mar 19 01:06AM 2019 GMT >=================
"As heir," Bethany murmurs to Rowena, "I have to be careful. But it's all good. I have learned that I am a good leader, and my men need me alive, as does Father." Casing a grin at her, she adds, "Besides, if I were to die in the lists, or on the field of combat, my brother will have to take charge when Father dies, and I don't think anyone would want that."
==================< Tavi Posed on Mar 19 01:06AM 2019 GMT >===================
Tavi grins to Bedivere. "Well, naturally the Southern Lords would put the two finest Jousters, those from Aequor against each other. It makes it so the South has a better chance of winning." He winks to Bedivere. "Best of lack." Then moves to his own horse, and surprising nobody who has had the luck to see the Blue Cavalier joust, he produces, this time a Spring Rose, FROM GALENTHIA. He tosses it to a maiden and gives the girl a wink. The girl's husband catches her in surprise and glares at Tavi, who simply waggles his eyebrows.
=================< Myrana Posed on Mar 19 01:11AM 2019 GMT >==================
Myrana leans forward, hearing Rowena's invitation. She brightens. "Thank you!" And abandoning her seat (and the startled d'Slegrias knight who is obviously there to guard her) she joins them, white braid swaying down her back and apologies offered sotto-voce to the people she walks in front of to get there.
=================< Rowena Posed on Mar 19 01:13AM 2019 GMT >==================
"An heir?" Rowena had either accidentally or willfully misheard this little statement, "I…Beth, you have made this whole day worth it." The sparkle of humour in her eyes would tend to err on the side of a willful mistake. "Also, if you died in a list, your father would bring you back from the grave for a good talking to." Rowena, seeing Myrana coming to join them, did her best to help the Duchess to clear the road, as well as wave over towards Brennart, as though she fully expected him to join his better half, fully armored or no.
==================< Tavi Posed on Mar 19 01:23AM 2019 GMT >===================
The signal is given and Tavi claps his visor down down before he spurs his mount forward and couches his lance. The thunderous pounding of the hooves fills his sound space, while the narrow slit of his visor fills his world. The lance is positioned, and aimed and with a crack, the lance explodes against Bedivere's shield. As the Blue Cavalier turns his horse he spies Bedivere on the ground and winces beneath his helmet. He lifts the visor and over the cheering of the crowd lifts a gauntleted hand so that he may still the crowd to silence.

Once that is achieved, the cheering dying down he calls out. "I will accept no ransom from my brother Aequoran. For we have battled and bled together against the heathens of White Hall and their so called Bitralund. Instead, I salute this man, brave and noble as he is, for I have seen him stare down the fiercest White Hall can throw at our fair Kingdom and stand victorious!" He gestures to Bedivere and gives the man a wink, before he moves his horse aside.

He looks over to Rowena and give the fellow sailor a sly and roguish wink. "Now you my dear, I could never find a ransom for, as a woman of such beauty," he produces ANOTHER Spring rose and offers it to her, "and such obvious nobility as the two combined blind mine eyes with love, that no ransom could ever be afforded for my heart."

A girl near Rowenna swoons and faints.
================< Havelock Posed on Mar 19 01:25AM 2019 GMT >=================
Havelock watches the first pass and finds himself hissing at the display, a sudden intake of breath as Tavi's lance shatters against Bedivere's shield, sending the knight to the ground, in a most effective manner. Rising slightly, the Green Knight watches Bedivere, if only to see if he rises, while a hand reaches towards a satchel stowed close beside him. But as Bedivere seems fine, the Green Knight settles once more, at ease. Though Tavi's showmanship does bring a certain smile to Havelock's lips, hidden as it is beneath that visored helm.
================< Bedivere Posed on Mar 19 01:26AM 2019 GMT >=================
One pass, then BOOM!

Bedivere is knocked off his horse mere moments after the initial crushing strike. Rolling to his feet, Bedivere spits out some blood, before he looks up to Tavi after rising to his feet. "You are too kind." he gives a bow of his head, before he simply turns, bows to Dertan, then walks off the field, letting Tavi have his spotlight.
=================< Jarret Posed on Mar 19 01:28AM 2019 GMT >==================
"It's painful enough just to watch these things, I'm glad I've given up competing," Jarret remarks as he sees the next knight go down. Taking another sip from his flask, he shakes his head as he watches Tavi, looking a little amused at the moment.
=================< Dertan Posed on Mar 19 01:28AM 2019 GMT >==================
Dertan gives Tavi a long, long, look as he comes over to flirt with Rowena. Ah well, you can't fault the hedge knight for having ambition. When he speaks it is to offer a perfectly reasonable "Congratulations on making the final round Sir Tavi."

Dertan pauses a moment and then turns back to do more announcing "The final match for the Spring Festival Tournament Joust will be between Sir Tavi Deverout and the mysterious Green Knight. Please prepare your horses gentlemen."
=================< Myrana Posed on Mar 19 01:29AM 2019 GMT >==================
Myrana leans toward Rowena as Tavi flourishes a rose to her. "Nobody's entirely sure where he keeps them," she whispers.
================< Havelock Posed on Mar 19 01:33AM 2019 GMT >=================
The Green Knight rises once more and moves to mount his horse, with an attendent soon supplying him with his battered shield and a fresh lance. The destrier war horse Grendel scuffs the ground once more, dragging his forelocked hoof against the field while the Green Knight atop him gazes down towards Tavi, just waiting for that signal to charge. Nothing said, not even a prayer, just a slow breath taken and exhaled as he steadies his nerves, and those of the horse beneath him.
==================< Tavi Posed on Mar 19 01:35AM 2019 GMT >===================
Tavi nods to Dertan and says with an affable demeanor, "Thank you Your Excellency! I'm always happy to do well in Southern Tournaments." He winks to Rowena again, and trots his mount over to the starting position, allowing his mount to show off and prance along the way there. He reaches down and when hsi hand raises there is a Spring Rose there. He grins to Myrana and tosses it toward her head.

Rivalries MUST be maintained you see.

He then looks across the field to this Green Knight. "It is tradition Sir that the Mystery Knight be Black, but I see you have forgone that taken the color Green!" He nods in approval, "Well chosen good Sir given it is Spring, and your action thus far does not speak thusly of the color black, therefor your skill, which has gotten you here has also earned my respect." He waggles a finger toward the Green Knight, "But never fear sir. For should you fall from the saddle this day, I will see to it you fall as gently as a babe into his sweet mother's arms." He winks to the man and calls to the crowd, "Come then My Lords and Ladies! Let us Joust this final Tilt to your THUNDEROUS ROAR!"
=================< Rowena Posed on Mar 19 01:35AM 2019 GMT >==================
Rowena, hearing the thundering of the horses hooves, turned to watch the first, and sadly, final round of the second match, cheering both for the winner, as for his gallantry in honouring his opponent. But even that good cheer did not at all mask the look of surprise as Tavi made his way over towards where she was sitting, and offered her both a rose and his compliments. Which were…rather impressive, "I can only then, hope, my knight, that such love does not blind you in your next tilt. For that would be a shameful misuse of such emotion." Once Tavi rode off, Rowena turned to Myrana, "Does it actually smell like a rose?" Rowena was not about to sample the flower herself. She had three bothers and two cousins who wore far too much armor in warm weather.
================< Havelock Posed on Mar 19 01:37AM 2019 GMT >=================
The Green Knight simply stares at Tavi as he gives a most generous speech. There's no wiggling however. Just a nod. Stoic. Green and stoic.
=================< Myrana Posed on Mar 19 01:44AM 2019 GMT >==================
Myrana catches the rose Tavi throws to her with a wry smile, blue eyes twinkling with amusement even as she shakes her head at the knight with a little jingle of her earings. Settling it in her hands into the lap of her skirts, she sits back much more comfortably into her new seat, laughing. But she does actually tilt the rose to her face, inhaling the sweet scent.

"My bet has been on up his cloak, in the lining," she says. "But I'm not about to ask him. Tavi's my father's knight." Myra rolls her eyes a little at how Deverot works the crowd, and turns her gaze to the green mystery knight, curious as ever. "And would benefit from a nice scar to adjust his vanity. I'm wishing now I'd sent that green knight a sporting favor, just to rile that pirate up a little."
================< Havelock Posed on Mar 19 01:45AM 2019 GMT >=================
Down the field Havelock gallops, thundering his way towards a sudden splintering of Tavi's lance, while his own is simply marred by a flick of a now twisting tip. Yet before he even realises what has happened, the inevitable is taking a hold of the Green Knight. Gravity. Aided and abetted by Tavi. And down Havelock goes, sliding off of his horse despite his best efforts to stay upright. The Green Knight hitting the ground with a solid thud as Grendel charges onwards a few paces before coming to a halt, no doubt pleased at the lack of weight atop him. Rolling to his side, Havelock slowly pushes himself up and grunts, before turning to peer after Tavi, and offer the man a bow, before heading off to claim his horse and guide him off the field.
=================< Rowena Posed on Mar 19 01:48AM 2019 GMT >==================
It would seem that the Gifter of Roses was also a skilled competitor, for he cleared both of his opponents in a single tilt. Myrana's comment brought a bout of laughter to Rowena's lips, "It is probably for the best, then, that I do not mention that I am exceedingly skilled at capturing pirates, as I am certain that your father would not wish to lose his knight."
=================< Dertan Posed on Mar 19 01:49AM 2019 GMT >==================
"It looks as if you have an eager partner for the feast Rowena." Dertan says softly to Rowena as Havelock's boot touches dirt. His eyes touch Myrana afterwards. "It is not to late Myrana."

For his hosting responsibilities Dertan steps back to the edge of the viewing area and again raises his voice. "With that talented showing sir Tavi Deverout is hereby named jousting champion of the spring festival tournament." he gestures for Tavi to approach him. "Sir Deverout you win the right to name the queen of beauty." A nearby teenager wearing kaedons colours offers up bluebell and orchid crown for Tavi to claim. "A pouch of fifty crowns and lightsilver to be forged into a weapon of your choice. Which weapon do you desire?"
==================< Tavi Posed on Mar 19 01:56AM 2019 GMT >===================
The thunder of hooves and the slit of visor once again fill Tavi's world. He adjusts the lance and impacts the Green Knight's shield with splintering effect. As he turns around in the list he spies the other Knight down and once again waits for silence, or some facsimile there of. "You tilted well Sir Knight, and again I can not take a ransom from you, for you have shown us all your skill, and I would never risk the possibility of denying the whole of Tirth seeing it again. Be it in your guise as the Green Knight or as your true self!" He tilts his head in a bow to the other Knight. "But. More, under the eyes of such beauty," He gestures to Rowena, "I would be no Cavalier of their Majesties if I would take a ransom while such a creature lays their eyes upon me." He produces a FINAL Rose and tosses it toward Rowena, giving her that now INFAMOUS Roguish smile and another wink.

He smiles like his hand is caught in the cookie jar to Dertan. "Thank you Your Excellency. A Longsword I think. My Duke is new to his Fiefdom, and fighting the Heathens from White Hall, and I would see him so armed as to face down the enemy with appropriate arms due his station. Though it may be presumptous of this simple Cavalier, I want it known that I ask nothing of him for this gift, only that he be so armed as to defeat our enemies and keep them from the Southern Borders."
=================< Myrana Posed on Mar 19 01:58AM 2019 GMT >==================
Myrana leans on her elbow, grinning mischievously at Rowena. "We should get better aqquainted, lady." After all, the Armaz famously despise pirates. They're terrible for business. But she applauds with genuine pride and excitement for Tavi as he's declared the champion. "Well done!"
=================< Rowena Posed on Mar 19 02:07AM 2019 GMT >==================
"I would very much enjoy that, Your Grace. I do not often venture so far north as your lands, though I would make the venture if it suited you, but Dalcen will ever be open to you, as are any of the other lands which are bound to my family." Tavi's approach, his fair compliments, which, might well make a few other fainting hearts tremble in the stands, did elicit a brilliant smile from Rowena, as did the rose, which, as he tossed it, she caught with unfailing accuracy. "Love did not, after all, darken your eyes, my knight. That is both the stuff of romance and tragedy."
=================< Dertan Posed on Mar 19 02:07AM 2019 GMT >==================
Dertan nods at Tavi's words. "I will instruct the weaponsmith accordingly. I look forward to an opportunity to learn more about you during the feast."
==================< Tavi Posed on Mar 19 02:12AM 2019 GMT >===================
Trottig his horse over toward Rowena. (More like allowing the horse to Prance. Summer likes to show off.) He gestures to Rowena, "My words would mean nothign of course if I did not name thee the Queen of beauty, for surely there are none here who so deserve the title more than your My Lady." He does not produce a rose this time, but he removes his helm and bows his head solemly.
=================< Dertan Posed on Mar 19 02:13AM 2019 GMT >==================
At Tavi's words the teenage lady with the bluebell and orchid crown gently places it on Rowena's head.
=================< Rowena Posed on Mar 19 02:16AM 2019 GMT >==================
Few things in the world might have had the power to cause the Iron Maiden to blush, but certainly Tavi's approach, and the crown that settled on her head did a fair job of that. The words, well, those just made it worse. And for a few moments, at least, Rowena Sokar actually looked like the Lady she was and not woman she had made of herself, "Your words and your deeds today have shown you to be a gallant, and brave knight, one that any queen would be honoured to call her own." For the five minutes it lasted before the blue cavalier's attention span expired.
=================< Myrana Posed on Mar 19 02:23AM 2019 GMT >==================
Myrana smiles, simply enjoying one of her favorite parts of a tourney. For all that thier rivalry is strong, Tavi is her friend and vassal, and she's proud of him.

"Come visit me in Four Corners, and we'll sail upriver to Fiorello," she suggests with a smile. "Well done, Sir Tavi. You have been showing yourself really well in the Joust lately."
=================< Dertan Posed on Mar 19 02:26AM 2019 GMT >==================
Dertan watches Rowena's response with a smile. A smile that vanishes the moment he realises he's doing it only to be quickly replaced by a faintly dissaproving look for the Knight. Best not to risk annoying the iron maiden.
=================< Myrana Posed on Mar 19 02:29AM 2019 GMT >==================
Myrana leans on the railing of the seats to look down at Dertan with a grin. "Too late for what, Dertan?" she asks, using his first name with mischief in her eyes since he used hers in such a familiar way. "I was hoping to compete in your melee tomorrow, if that's alright with you."
=================< Rowena Posed on Mar 19 02:31AM 2019 GMT >==================
Rowena watched Tavi until the knight chose to remove himself from the field, though she did not forget the Duchess sitting beside her, "I will look forward to a time when I can make that journey, Your Grace." And then, she had a few minutes to bask in her shame..infamy…teporary title, as attention turned from herself to Dertan, as Myrana addressed him.
==================< Tavi Posed on Mar 19 02:32AM 2019 GMT >===================
Tilting his head toward Myrana, Tavi says easily, "Well. I mean, I am a Cavalier. I may have started life on a ship, and still sail the Salty Bitch for your Father when I can, but charging on Horseback is what I'm supposed to do in the name of Queen and Kingdom." He shrugs a shoulder, "So I suppose it's nice I can do it well. Plus the benefits are nice. I do so love money."

"Speaking of loving Money…" He mouths quietly to Myrana before he turns to look at Rowena and give the girl a quick disarming wink. His famous one at that. "I pray I was not too forward My Lady. I promise that my words, though honeyed speak true. I have heard of your skill with wind and sail all the way in the North. The Iron Maiden is known in Fiorello and to the Courts of Aequor. I fear despite my brave words and what little skill I showed today, I did not your reputation justice, for I fear I am but a man of small birth, who has managed to serve his King and Queen in their times of need."
=================< Dertan Posed on Mar 19 02:40AM 2019 GMT >==================
Dertan looks back at Myrana. "Of course Your Grace." Ah back to the honorifics it seems. "It is open to anyone of appropriate skill and birth." he pauses for a moment "To late?" he references. "I was refering to your dissapointment in failing to give favor to the green knight. I am sure he would be honored to receive one from you." Another pause and he tells Myrana very seriously. "I should like to talk if you find time."
=================< Rowena Posed on Mar 19 02:41AM 2019 GMT >==================
Rowena shook her head, though carefully, lest the crown topple from her head, which it was no doubt itching to do, "You need not offer me any apology, for you rode well and skillfully. And while my own reputation may have made it as far as your own lands, so too have yours here. And surely, that is proof enough that all, noble born or common can, through their actions and the merits of their hearts, rise to a station that befits their skill and character. I pray, though, that you not allow me to keep you from enjoying such entertainments as your winning will allow."
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==================< Tavi Posed on Mar 19 02:47AM 2019 GMT >===================
Nodding his head to Rowena he grins at the woman. "Then one day may our ships share the same wind my lady." He bows his head and heads off to get the Abyss out of this armor. He wonders how these Southern Lords and Ladies stand the oppressive heat of this place. Once he's around a corner he dumps his canteen on his head after taking a long gulp and then begins the long process of getting out of his armor.
=================< Myrana Posed on Mar 19 02:47AM 2019 GMT >==================
Myrana laughs. "I would like to know who he was, but I know it's not done. I will respect his privacy, and hope instead that he shows up to the Melee," and here, her blue eyes darken to a sort of eager stormcloud as she crosses her arms atop the bannister, leaning against it as lazily as a cat in the warm sunshine. "So I can knock his helm off and find out myself."

Well, so much for respecting privacy.

But by the way she says it, she's mostly joking.

"Of course," she says with a nod. "I am at your disposal."
=================< Rowena Posed on Mar 19 02:51AM 2019 GMT >==================
Rowena, clearly feeling she had done her duty for One and country, looked between Myrana and Dertan, as the conversation was clearly shifting to other topics of a less jovial nature than a joust, and rose from her seat, "I believe I will leave you both to our discussions and see to tending to a bit of business elsewhere. But I am glad to have had the pleasure of both of your company."
=================< Dertan Posed on Mar 19 02:51AM 2019 GMT >==================
"Not tonight." Dertan tells Myrana quietly. "I do not expect I will have the opportunity for privacy before the end of the event and there is a feast tonight" As there are feasts, dances and the like, every night during a tournament. "Which I must attend." he glances to the sky and then back to first Myrana and then more curiously towards Rowena. "We could head for the gazebo now if you wish."
=================< Myrana Posed on Mar 19 03:02AM 2019 GMT >==================
Myrana smiles to Rowena and rises politely as the Iron Lady takes her leave, bidding her good-bye.

"Just send for me when you've time to talk," she says to Dertan with a nod. "I wouldn't take you from your hosting duties. Sir Fionn has heard it's fashionable to stand outside of doors with a grim expression, so you can always be sure if I'm in. Ah! There you are!" This last is addressed to the d'Slegrias knight, who approaches with an exasperated expression for Myrana and a polite bow to Dertan. "Is that lady still selling doughnuts rolled in sugar?"

"I did not go check," says the knight. "Stop asking."

"Fine," Myra sighs, shrugging helplessly and accepting his hand as she gets to her feet. "Till later, then!" And bidding Dertan good-bye, goes off to see if she can find said doughnut lady so she can stuff her tourist face.

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