(1875-09-02) Blackhill Tourney - Duels
Blackhill Tourney - Duels
Summary: The log for the single weapon duels that take placeduring the Blackhill Keep Tourney (House Avathor, Galenthia). Brennart takes first place and wins 75 crowns. Ivo takes second place and wins 25 crowns.
Date: 30th Aug 2019 1700pst to 3rd Sep 2019 1700PST
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Ivo  Ludovic  Valeria  Brennart  

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Day Two

Ludovic, Valeria

Ludovic keeps regripping and shifting the weight of the rebated warhammer in his hand as he moves to face the petite aequorian he's drawn in this match. The chainmail given to him for the event doesn't exactly fit well, swamping him in some places and a little over tight in others, but he's not moving as if he's going to be really bothered by that inconvenience. A cheerful smile and a nod of greeting gets offered to her. "Heard about you." He says by way of introductions. "But this is the first time we've met I reckon. Gotta say I thought you'd be taller."

-

Valeria had tidied herself for the match, frowning as she had run her finger down the list of competitors, pausing as she saw the name of d'Korbina in her bracket. Well, him she did not know well, but perhaps that would work in her favour. She strode out onto the field, eyes moving from Ludovic's boot covered feet, up, up, up and up the nearly foot and a half of height he had over her. She idly wondered if the hammer was taller than she was. But none of that showed in her expression, as she offered him a sunny smile, "I wore my low-heeled boots today. I did not want you to feel intimidated by my great stature."

-

Its not taller than her. The haft is maybe four feet in long with a hammer head that would usually be almost dainty but in this case is large enough to spread the impact into bruises rather than breaks. He laughs at her response. "I'm grateful. The sight of you in heels like that would make even the bravest quail." He grins again. "Terrified that you were going to fall on them." Having moves to the starting line he gives her a formal bow that goes well with his aequorian style garb. Its several years behind the trend but still unmistakable. "The Stormbull Ludovic d'Korbina. May the best of us win."

-

"They would have no need to worry. I am light as a feather. It would be like walking through a cloud." Valeria grinned, as she moved into position, offering Ludovic an answering bow, "And I am Lady Valeria d'Alasce, but have only been so a short while, so if you hear reference to a Valeria of Oxbridge, have no fear, there are not two such knights of wonder roaming the countryside. There is only me." And Valeria certainly did look the part of the hedgeknight she had been. She wore simply clothes beneath the simple chain armor she had been gifted, and the blunted tourney blade, worn but serviceable seemed right and proper in her hand. "May the best of us win."

-

"It's Valeria of Oxbridge I've heard about." Ludovic shifts to his right, starting to move his war hammer in a way that both leaves doubt as to his intended time and target of attack and also builds the momentum such a weapon needs so much. "The soldier who made such a name for herself she was knighted on the field. That's you, yeah?" He doesn't wait for an answer. Instead moving to make the first attack and get things moving. That first strike is very easy to see. An experiment in part to make sure she's paying attention and reasonably skilled. The one after though? That's hard, fast and would be deadly in the field.

<DICE ROLLER> Ludovic rolled 4d3 <1> <3> <2> <2> + 3 = 11
<DICE ROLLER> Valeria rolled 4d3 <1> <2> <1> <1> + 3 = 8

"Indeed. I was knighted by His Grace, Jordan al'Morena when we engaged the forces of Bitruland near d'Picot." Valeria began to move in counterpoint to Ludovic. She was marking the way he moved and the strength with which he swung his hammer. "The d'Alasce came after we liberated Alasce from those same forces." As Ludovic took the attack to her, Valeria moved to the side, taking herself small as she tried to evade the attack and strike out low and fast.

-

Ludovic sees that attack coming before Valeria's footwork has even fully settled. He steps to one side, swapping his hammer briefly into his offhand to make it seem as if he's going to come at her from the left, but then shifts hands again. All of a sudden the hammers gone from being high to the left to low to the right and Ludovic is nowhere near her own blades path. He twists away, ending up behind her for a brief moment, and grins to himself. "Gotta be faster little bird."

<DICE ROLLER> Ludovic rolled 4d3 <3> <3> <3> <1> + 3 = 13
<DICE ROLLER> Valeria rolled 4d3 <1> <3> <1> <2> + 3 = 10

The force of the blow did nearly knock Valeria flying. And in point of fact, it would have, had she not pitched herself forward into a roll that prevented the axe, even blunted from taking a fair piece out of the integrity of her ribs. She rolled back up to her feet, shifting her grip on the sword as she settled herself back into a decent enough stance, a grin spreading across her face, "I do what I can, but I have the legs of a toddler." They really were short.

-

As Valeria rolls out of the way Ludovic takes a couple of jogging steps forward until he's in a position to strike at her just as she's coming up from her maneuver. "Disappointing." He says in a low growl-like way. "I thought you'd be good."

<DICE ROLLER> Ludovic rolled 4d3 <3> <3> <1> <3> + 3 = 13
<DICE ROLLER> Valeria rolled 4d3 <2> <3> <1> <3> + 3 = 12

Still enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of the tournament, as opposed to the tensions and conflicts back home, Ivo strolls along the dueling area to see who is about and watch some of the action. Knowing he isn't going to win anything from the ranged contest this time round he's considering entering another contest, just to try his luck. Spotting the unmistakable form of Dovi he ambles over to watch what turns out to be the end of the duel between him and Valeria.

-

Valeria was not at all put off by the insult, or so it seemed, as she took another strike to her body, this time along her shoulder, stuttering back to gain herself some distance before Ludovic moved in again. This time, they were very nearly evenly matched as he struck the opposite hip, and she the flat of his chest. She was actually still grinning, as she allowed the tip of her sword to fall, "Well fought, Your Excellency." Whatever it was said of what had become of his lands and titles, Valeria paid him the respect he had earned. "And I thank you for the instruction. I have not fought those who wield the axe often, and it was instructive to see one wielded so well."

-

Ludovic stops his relentless attacking the moment she lets her sword fall. Its almost surprising how fast he can make that weapon stop moving. "It was my honor. Come by later and I'll show you more." He shifts the borrowed weapon up onto his shoulder and starts to exit the field. For the first few steps he's actually moving away from Ivo but something makes him look back and around and then he starts walking directly towards the d'Armaz. "Fighting Ivo?"

-

Valeria, either seemingly no worse for wear, or doing quite a good job of masking it, offered a second bow to Ludovic before they departed the field. "I would be most pleased to take you up on that offer." For now, she would wander back to her tent and see just how deeply the chain mail had imprinted itself through the padding beneath and into her skin.


Ivo, Ludovic

Ivo joins several others of those watching in polite applause as Valeria gives it her all, but is eventually bested. As they combatants start to head of he almost moves on himself, but then there's Dovi heading towards him with the challenge and he grins slightly. "Well, I'd hoped to be fighting your opponent there for the custody of my hat, but it seems that will have to wait for another day." He eyes the axe for a moment then nods once, "I reckon I could stir myself against you though if you so desire, although you might have to give me a moment to hunt down some armour. I am not really appropriately attired."

-

"There's a hat on the line huh?" Ludovic asks Ivo. "Sounds like you better go chase her down and see if she'll fight you."

-

Ivo watches after the departing Valeria for a moment then shakes his head, "I'll wait until she is recovered. I will not have it said that reclaimed my hat dishonourably by beating a tired opponent." With one of the tournament stewards offering him some loaner chain and gambeson he strips down to his shirt, stretches to loosen himself up, then dons the armour. As he shifts around a little to get the weight distributed how he likes he asks, "so, what are the stakes Dovi? Loser provides the wine tonight?"

-

"Stakes?" Ludovic asks. "Stakes? Surely just being able to say you beat the Stormbull is plenty." he grins. "I'd say i'm just as tired as she is. Does that mean i win either way?"

-

"No," Ivo replies amused, "it means you get to bring the wine tonight." Once he's happy with the fit of the armour he does another couple of stretches to get used to moving in it then walks towards the centre of the dueling area. "When you're ready then. Unless, of course, you want a lie down first?"

-

Ludovic gives a low laugh. "Naw. I'm not tired." he laughs again. "So i'm supplying the wine no matter what huh?" He nods towards the ring. "Come on then. Lets go see if you can beat this poor wounded veteran."

<DICE ROLLER> Ludovic rolled 4d3 <3> <1> <1> <3> + 3 = 11
<DICE ROLLER> Ivo rolled 4d3 <2> <2> <2> <2> + 4 = 12

"No," Ivo retorts simply as he finds his guard and prepares for the start, "I'm just confident in my ability to beat you. Which in some ways is a shame, because Hellsmouth wine is just an inferior grape, but I will accept it given it comes with the satisfaction of having defeated you." His smack talk is based on wine, definitely a d'Armaz. Making the first move, rather than wait to respond to whatever that warhammer does, he starts to circle slowly to his right, offering a few half attacks that are no more than attempts to work out their respective ranges, and of course, just where Dovi's vision starts to fail him. Then, on an attack that for all intents and purposes looks like another tester he suddenly adds a full lunge forward to bring him closer to the big man, and strike a blow for his weapon arm.

-

Ludovic laughs as Ivo insults Hellsmouth's wine. "You can't hope to make me angry over a wine that doesn't even exist." doesn't look like he's tired as he hops over the barrier and starts off to the center of the ring to face Ivo. He shifts his weapon in his hand s he takes up a battle stance and then starts moving it in what seems to be a steady figure of eight movement. "We drink real drinks in Hellsmouth. None of that froo-fie sweet gin stuff your home produces." He gives Ivo a look that says he's onto his choice to swing to the right. That lunge is expected but not entirely fended off. Whilst Ivo's blade doesn't touch his arm his retreat wasn't exactly great for his knees. "If you're so convinced you're better than me. Don't-" he doesn't finish that line of thought. Instead driving into a series of attacks.

<DICE ROLLER> Ludovic rolled 4d3 <3> <1> <1> <2> + 3 = 10
<DICE ROLLER> Ivo rolled 4d3 <2> <3> <2> <3> + 4 = 14

"Don't what," Ivo replies cheerfully as his footwork is fast enough to get him moving out of the way of the first attack, and his swordplay strong enough to parry and block the rest. "Don't attack?" he offers as he side steps once more, "I mean, I could do that, let you tire yourself out by yourself, but really? Where is the fun in that? Don't deliberately exploit your weaknesses?" He shrugs slightly with his off arm then adds, "okay, lets see how that goes shall we?" Changing direction to circle the other way once he's weathered Dovi's string of blows he offers a few testers again, keeping his opponent on his toes as to which is going to be a real attack. When it goes it's a signaled blow up towards the upper chest and head region that he diverts at the last moment with aa flick of his wrist, sending the blade round and down towards Dovi's legs instead.

-

Blasted swordsmen and their dancing around. Ludovic's style is one of relentless advance and apparently it all gets rather messy when his opponent doesn't let him bully them around the fight. He growls as a strike from Ivo stops him from advancing yet again and redoubles his efforts only to walk right into that strike and switch of Ivo's. Literally. You can hear the blade hit his leg. He growls again, stepping back and to the side in an effort to find a position from which he can get in a strike with his shorter weapon. More cautious now.

<DICE ROLLER> Ludovic rolled 4d3 <1> <3> <1> <2> + 3 = 10
<DICE ROLLER> Ivo rolled 4d3 <1> <3> <1> <3> + 4 = 12

Ivo feels that hit connect up his arm as well and steps back to give Dovi a moment or two to collect himself. This is honourable combat after all, not full pitched battle. Once it seems the Imperial is ready he steps in once more, keeping the weight on the balls of his feet so he can move. Noting the now defensive stance Dovi is taking he pushes, most of his blows are still testers, but they're going in further now before he withdraws them, any of them able to be converted into a real strike if required. Fully prepared to tire the big man out if he has to he moves left and right, sending his blade all over the place to keep things fluid. Then, noting a weakness on Dovi's left side, he feigns right then shifts left, aiming for the ribs.

-

The contact against Ludovic's ribs is more of a tap than a blow this time but its still enough. For a moment Ludovic keeps moving, not having realised that he's totally lost, and then he stops. "Suppose that explains how you got that cloak."

"That," Ivo replies with a slow nod, "and saving Prince Sylvain from kidnappers." With the fight over he sets his sword down and hauls the chain off over his head in a manner that is entirely undignified, but that anyone who's fought in it knows well enough. Straightening back up he doffs the gambeson too and takes a moment or two to enjoy the feel of the breeze on his sweaty shirt. "Hmmm," he sighs, "I had forgotten how much chain weighs. Next time, I'll just bring my breastplate. Still, since you're providing the drink tonight, I suppose it's only fair I supply a glass or two now. Come. You look exhausted."

-

"Yeah. That's why I lost." Ludovic says with amusement. "That Valeria lady. She tired me out." He stops to get rid of his own borrowed chain. Struggling with it for a moment since it isn't exactly good fitting. Shoulders are flexed and then he moves to follow Ivo. "You're not going to feed me gin again are you?"


Ivo, Valeria

It was later in the afternoon, in that glorious period when the sun had just set, bringing coolness with it, but was still high enough beneath the horizon that the light was sweet and the day was clear. Valeria had, once again, cleaned herself up, and seemed no worse for wear, as she wandered back into and around the arenas that had been arranged for the tournament, pausing to watch some of the jousting, hands curled over the railing, winding down the time until her next match.

-

Ivo has been watching some of the jousting for a bit, but truth be told it holds no joy or suspense for him. Getting bored after only a few ends he's sloped off to the dueling area once more to have a look at see who's about, and what fights might be entertaining to watch. The wine he had earlier was watered, and so he has had plenty of time to get it out of his system as he ambles along, looking for something to catch his eye.

-

Valeria, for a wonder, actually did know some of the people wandering past, stopping for longer or shorter periods of time to watch the joust. One such is Ivo, whom she lifts a hand to in greeting, "I saw some of your combat with the d'Korbina, very well fought, sir." Valeria turned, now looking over those who were wandering along, rather then at those who were thundering along.

-

Ivo catches sight of the raised hand and stops as he recognises who it belongs to. "Thank you, he's a tough opponent, but I hear you softened him up a bit for me beforehand." He'd seen the end of that fight, but feels no need to make her aware the he saw her lose. "Are you recovered? I'll admit to feeling the itch for another round myself before we lose the light."

-

Valeria laughed, as she stepped away from the fence and closer to where Ivo had set himself, so that they did not need to shout, "I think he actually was the one to do the softening up, to be quite honest. He is fearsome with that axe. I think I will have the imprint of chain rings in my side for a few days yet." As Valeria approached, she reached up, pushing the hat she wore more firmly down on her head, "I would be glad to. I feel well enough to attempt another round."

-

"Splendid," Ivo replies, gesturing for one of the stewards to bring forth gambesons and armour. "His strength is quite literally his strength. He's a big man, and knows how to push and bully. To beat him like this you have to keep him on his toes, keep moving round he so he can't gain any momentum, keep him off balance." That was his tactic anyway. Armouring up he gestures to the hat as he ties on his gambeson, "it suits you by the way. I'd say you should consider the Order yourself, but we're having a few issues at the moment." That and he doesn't think he could pry her from Jordan's service.

-

"Yes, he knows how to use his strength to his advantage. And he has the reach of his axe. It was nearly as tall as I am." It was four feet, and she was only five. "So it was difficult to both get in close enough to strike and to stay out of his way. You are much more capable of striking and staying out of reach." At the compliment to her head gear, Valeria patted the hat, beaming, "Thank you!," before she too, pulled back on her chain, "I would have returned it, but I had no idea how to reach you, and it didn't seem right to just leave it abandoned on the ground, or give it away to someone else. Although, I do wish Jordan had a similar one." Clearly, she thought the jaunty thing the height of fashion, whether or not it was supposed to actually be, you know, part of a uniform.

-

Once he's happy with the gambeson Ivo dons the chain, and take shis time once more adjusting how it sits over his belt to get the weight distribution right. Taking the offered sword he tests the weight of it a few times, then turns back to Valeria, "I've been here and there, but anyhting to the family manse in Four Corners will generally find it's way to me eventually." You know, just in case. Then, once they're both ready he moves to the centre of the dueling area and takes his stance.

-

"That is good to know. I simply worry that a message caught in transport might endanger you or your family." One cheer for someone who had no idea of who anyone who tried to mess with d'Armaz would actually be dealing with. From the sound of her voice, she might have worried less if she did know. Alas, that was not something for the moment, as Valeria shook herself out, allowing the chain to fall before she belted it in place. There really wasn't anything in her size in the tournament stores, unless she raided the closet of some poor squire, so she simply adjusted herself, took up her sword and moved into the arena. "I am as prepared as I am likely to be, sir."

<DICE ROLLER> Valeria rolled 4d3 <1> <1> <2> <1> + 3 = 8
<DICE ROLLER> Ivo rolled 4d3 <3> <1> <2> <2> + 4 = 12

"If you can get it to the manse it will reach me," Ivo replies with what he hopes is a reassuring smile. As she declares herself ready he raises his blade in salute briefly before asking, "since the d'Korbina is providing the wine tonight, what shall we say the stakes are for this bout? A keg of ale for tomorrow?" He knows her background is wildly different to his and tries to pitch the prize as something that won't cause her trouble, but doesn't wait for her response before he moves forward, circling again to test her ranges and reactions, then pounces forwards as he sees a gap open up in her defences.

-

"I will remember," Valeria offered, as she moved as Ivo began to, doing as she had done before, watching how he moved, how he shifted his weight. She did not have quite the sheer difference in size that she had had with Ludovic, but Ivo was quick and sneaky. She knew that from watching him fighting the Cardonal's guards. "if you like. I am certain I could procure one for you." And then Ivo darted in, and she felt his blade strike her nearly on the same spot where Ludovic had. It was clearly her off side, "Well struck, sir!" And then she twisted, trying to evade his sword and cast a strike of her own.

<DICE ROLLER> Valeria rolled 4d3 <1> <1> <3> <1> + 3 = 9
<DICE ROLLER> Ivo rolled 4d3 <2> <1> <1> <2> + 4 = 10

Noting that she's watching his movements Ivo grins a little, good, interesting fights are much more rewarding than walkovers. He switches things up a bit though, to keep her own her toes, and starts feigning his blows to see just which ones she can clock onto and which are catching her by surprise. Left, then right, then right again, he's doing most of the work with his feet, as he closes once more, only this time he's actually trying to hit with a blow to the thight of her front leg.

-

Valeria was small, but she made up for it by being rather nimble. It helped when you did not have so much bulk to lug around. Not that Ivo was fat, of course, but he had much more muscle than she. It did not, however, avail her much at all, as the traded feints and almost blows, before the flat of Ivo's blade hit her legs and momentarily numbed her knee.

<DICE ROLLER> Ivo rolled 4d3 <2> <3> <2> <2> + 4 = 13
<DICE ROLLER> Valeria rolled 4d3 <3> <2> <1> <2> + 3 = 11

Once his blade finds it's target Ivo steps back again, giving Valeria the time she needs to recover and straighten out her knee. It also, conveniently, gives him time to take a swig of water. "I hate chain," he mutters as he prepares to fight again, shrugging his shoulders a little to stop them getting bogged down by the weight, "at least it's cooler now though." The sweet forming on his brow shows this hasn't been easy for him, although his stance and posture as he moves in again might make it seem otherwise. "I like dark, malty brews," he notes as he starts testing her guard again, "the lighter, hoppy stuff, is fine for a summer's afternoon, but in general I prefer something with a bit of weight to it." Or ratehr, his sailors do, and they'll be the ones drinking it. Knowing she seen him do tester blows a lot already today his first attack is for real the time, the first of a flurry that all aim to connect and push her backwards, finishing with a strike to the side of her head that should, if he gets the swing right, dislodge his hat so he can reclaim it as the real prize.

-

"I feel as though I am drowning in mine." And she did look it. Even the belt was not doing much to keep the chain in place. It looked precisely like what it was. A tiny woman in a man's suit of armor. Still, she did do her best to compensate for it, moving in mostly good counterpoint to Ivo's feints, until she took that blow to her head and lost her precious hat. Her hat. She loved that hat, even if it was really his hat. "Well fought. I will have a cask delivered to where you are staying, if you will direct me." She huffed, the swordless hand smoothing down her serious hat head.

-

"It's a shame was can't fight in our own armour," Ivo agrees as he bends over the haul the chain over his head, "but I can see the argument for evening the field." Once he's back in just his shirt he turns to offer her his hand, "well fought yourself, and I'll send a runner for the cask." No need to put her out too much after all. "Will you be partaking of the joust?"

-

Valeria, being that she was wearing the chain like a dress, had no trouble slipping out of it, and she was soon put to rights. "Perhaps next time, I will steal some poor unfortunate squire's armor." She flashed a grin, and nodded, "Of course. I will be at the Duke's pavilion." To the question, she shook her head, "I am a decent enough rider, but I am dreadful at the lance. It was never something Alain and I practiced. But I do enjoy watching. I have heard that the Baron Tarris might appear and he is one of the greatest tourney knights in the West."

-

Ivo nods as the pavilion is mentioned, then again at her reply regarding the joust. "Me neither. My riding is like my fighting, swift and maneuverable. Riding straight at someone in all that kit with a lance?" He shakes his head, "not my kind of thing." At the mention of Bren he takes a deep breath and nods once, "yeah, he's the best around I hear. Hopefully he'll just stick to the joust so the rest of us have a chance in the other disciplines."

-

"I only know of him by reputation, and I did see him at a tourney or two. He has the sad fortune of being excellent in every field of competition. And so, I think I would enjoy watching him compete, though I think I would be wary of testing myself against him."


Day Four

Ivo, Brennart

Dressed in the tourney chain a tourney sword in hand Brenn stands in the middle of the field, "Taking any and all challengers! Any out there brave enough to try their hand against me?" He's looking around at the crowd that is slowly gathering to see if any take the chance to cross blades with the Tarris Baron.

—-

Ivo isn't exactly hiding, he's out strolling round the tournament grounds without mask or hood or disguide. He's not exactly publicising his presense either though, and with his bare chin and close cropped hair he looks less like a d'Armaz lord, and much more like one of the numerous family bastards out to try their luck. The family resemblence is undenable, but it's definitely a less refined, more thuggish look.

Approaching the dueling area he spies Brennart issuing his challenge, and pauses to see if anyone is going to take the man up on it. Scanning the crowd he's mildly amused that no one is making the slightest move forward and so he does so himself, signalling to the stewards for armour and a sword. "I'll tire him out for you shall I?" he mocks the crowd gently, then, back to Brennart, "if you'll have me Your Exellency?"

—-

Brennart nods a bit, "Of course. I'd said I'd accept all challengers." Stepping off to the side to allow Ivo the opportunity to change into the tourney armor, "So how have the duels been going otherwise? I'd heard you've been stacking the wins Sir."

—-

"Well enough," Ivo replies with a smile as he shrugs his armour into position. "I think the d'Korbina is my biggest scalp to date, but I'm always happy to claim another as I go." He's joking, and his tone is friendly rather than smack talk for now. "Yourself? I don't think I saw you out yesterday." Once he's happy with the armour he takes a few moments testing the balance nad handling fo the sword he's been handed until he's satisfied that he's happy with how it handles. "So, how do we make this interesting? I'll wager a bottle of Ryaltan rum if you have something to match it?"

—-

Brennart hmmms, "I've got a bottle of that Apple Brandy the Duke Tarris is always raving about… And I look forward to a bottle of Ryaltan Rum for sure." He grins a bit as he stretches some once Ivo's out onto the field he nods towards the knight, "If you're ready sir?"

<DICE ROLLER> Ivo rolled 4d3 <1> <2> <3> <3> + 4 = 13
<DICE ROLLER> Brennart rolled 4d3 <1> <1> <2> <2> + 5 = 11

"I am ready," Ivo confirms as he raises his sword to Brennart in salute before taking his guard. He is, truth be told, a little nervous about this, he knows he's good, but that is Brennart Tarris infront of him, the man who forced Teleko to flee. No pressure, he just has to beat the best swordsaman in Tirth. Yeah. No pressure. Reaslising he's thinking himself into a defeat he takes a deep breath and clears his mind, focusing solely on the tip of his sword. He foregoes his usual tester blows, knowing his oppoant is likely to know them for what they are immediately, and instead opts to slowly circle, looking for a gap in the defences to exploit. It takes a while, he's being cautious at this early stage, but when he spots it he darts forward and strikes to the man's ribs before slipping back out of range once more.

—-

Brennart nods a bit and returns the salute before he takes a few strikes and chuckles some, "I'd heard you were good sir. This will be a lovely fight." He takes a step back as he gets himself into a defensive stance for a moment as he tries to get a feel for the rhythm of the battle.

<DICE ROLLER> Ivo rolled 4d3 <1> <3> <1> <3> + 4 = 12
<DICE ROLLER> Brennart rolled 4d3 <3> <3> <1> <2> + 5 = 14

"Let us hope so," Ivo replies as he keeps out of range for a moment to breathe, "for a I quite fancy a taste of that brandy." With a swordsman of Brennarts calibre he doesn't bother with smacktalk, it feels tacky, disrespectful, so he quietens again and looks for another openning. As is predictable though, this time it's his opponant who gets the better of the pass and when the blow lands he acknowledges with it a nod and a "well struck."

—-

Brennart pushes into Ivo as they get their breath again and after a brief clash of blades Brenn manages to score a couple solid hits on the other knight, "As was your strikes earlier. This bout will be the talk of the tournament if all goes as it looks like it will."

<DICE ROLLER> Ivo rolled 4d3 <3> <2> <2> <2> + 4 = 13
<DICE ROLLER> Brennart rolled 4d3 <1> <2> <1> <3> + 5 = 12

"The crowd certainly seem to be enjoying it," Ivo notes as he tilts his head towards the slowly growing audience, "what do you reckon they're giving me for odds?" Learning from his previous mistake Ivo keeps light on his toes so he can move when Bren pushes, but makes his own strike this time, pushing more aggressively that he had been before and trying to open up a shot on Brenn's sword arm.

—-

Brenn pushes the attack too far and takes another thwap from Ivo and he steps back again, "Well struck again. You're extremely well skills Sir. It's a joy to fight somebody of your calibre." He shrugs a bit at the odds, "I don't know but I'd say they're pretty even at this point. Was likely stacked in my favor at the start."

<DICE ROLLER> Ivo rolled 4d3 <3> <3> <1> <2> + 4 = 13
<DICE ROLLER> Brennart rolled 4d3 <3> <3> <1> <2> + 5 = 14

"Perhaps I should have wagered before I entered the ring," is Ivo's reply as he darts out of the way of one attack from Brennart straight into another one. "Nicely done," he conceeds with a nod, mildly annoyed at himself for not having seent he move in advance. "I'm glad we have to test ourselves in this enviroment," he adds, thanking The One he's never had to face Bren on a field of battle, "it's always interesting to see differing techniques and ideas."

—-

Brenn nods, "I'm impressed by your footwork. My skill's mostly been purely blade work since I tend to wear heavy armor and just wade into battle." As he scores another hit he circles around Ivo some more starting to get a feel for this fight but not to the point where he can just relax, "I haven't been tested like this for quite a while."

<DICE ROLLER> Ivo rolled 4d3 <1> <2> <2> <2> + 4 = 11
<DICE ROLLER> Brennart rolled 4d3 <3> <1> <3> <1> + 5 = 13

"I never did get on with plate, and if I'm on the field then I tend to be light cavalry," Ivo admits, "butn then longarms are useful for that, and they're my second weapon. Means I'm good in fights like this, but an easy target in the Grand Melee." Hence why he never usually fights in them. The conversation is distractiing him though, and he isn't focused enough to spot Bren's next move and finds himself foced backwards until he's hit once more.

—-

Brennart nods a bit and then continues putting pressure on Ivo, "Heavy cavalry for me. Tends to make the joust interesting." As they continue their fight he grins some. Settling into a defensive circle of Ivo he tries to mimic some of the footwork that Ivo uses with ease.

<DICE ROLLER> Ivo rolled 4d3 <1> <3> <3> <3> + 4 = 14
<DICE ROLLER> Brennart rolled 4d3 <1> <3> <1> <2> + 5 = 12

Ivo winces slightly at the mention of jousting before confessing, "my father once tried to teach me to joust. He swears now that it was responsible for half of his grey hairs. Suffice to say, it's not my sport." Noting Bren trying to emulate his footwrok causes him to step it up a gear, it's not a dance, that's a terrible cliche, but he's up on the balls of his feet and moving with ease as darts forward once more, aiming for an openning he's spotted on the Tarris' leading leg.

—-

Brennart takes the hit and steps back and nods a bit, "I almost grew up in the saddle. Despite being a Sokar by birth I spent a lot of my time training to be the quintessential heavy cavalry knight." Shifting back into his own fighting style he simply circles Ivo at this point, "I swear this will end up being a battle of attrition between the two of us."

<DICE ROLLER> Ivo rolled 4d3 <1> <1> <3> <1> + 4 = 10
<DICE ROLLER> Brennart rolled 4d3 <2> <3> <2> <2> + 5 = 14

For all Ivo's footwork and his expertese it's one of those long drawn out fights where stamina plays a key role, and it seems the Tarris has more. There's a few more back and forths, with neither of them able to get through the defences of the other, but then the d'Armaz over extends on an attack, openning uphis netre left flank for Brennart to take his time with.

—-

Brenn side steps Ivo as he takes his sword and wraps the blade across Ivo's flank a few times as he circles around the other knight. He turns to see the effect if any that last fight had. "That was well fought Sir."

—-

Ivo conceeds the fight at that point, lowering his sword and nodding his capitulation to Brennart. "Well faught indeed. More of a work out that yesterday I must admit." Passing the sword back to an official he takes a moment to bend over and haul the chainmail over his head, letting it pool in a heap on the floor at his feet. "Where should I send the rum?" he asks as he eyes the money changing hands in crowd, turning to one grizzled looking knight and offering, "I've softened him up for you. Go on." The knight isn't convinced though and so he turns back to Brennart, "let me know how many dare to test themselves. I suspect a few of the young bucks will."

—-

Brennart nods a bit as he steps back from Ivo before he offers the man a salute, "You can send it to my room at the inn. Bring yourself and we'll swap drinks anyways. It was extremely well fought." He walks off to the side to get a drink of water and catch his breath before the next young buck decides to try and fight him.


Results

Brennart beat Ivo. Ivo beat Ludovic & Valeria. Ludovic beat Valeria. Therefore:

Brennart takes first place and 75 crowns. Ivo takes second place and 25 crowns.


OOC Rules used

Experimental timezone neutral tourney format!
How this works.
Grab the GM (Dertan player) or another player. Do your rolls and RP out the results.
You have physical stress of Brawn+Grace+2 (+0 if you skip armor)
Standard single weapon weapon rules apply. No shields. Everyong wears either a tourney supplies chain hauberk or no armor at all.
Everyone has a single fate point to spend without using it from their sheets. This is for the entire contest and not per bout.
Your best duel will be used to determine your final ranking. A single alt may fight as many characters as you want but you may only play alts against different players. (eg. Ivo can fight ludovic, alia & darius but he can't fight ludovic&dertan.)
Rolls work as following
Both opponents roll +dice 4d3+melee skill.
Their successes are compared and the loser takes a number of physical stress equal to the difference.
The loser is the first person to hit 0 health.
Weapons are specially provided rebated (blunted) versions of standard weaponry.
Scoring is by a panel of judges and may be a little arbitrary.
Rolls and RP must be included in the log to count.
There may be more rolls requested after day 1 if required for tie breaking purposes.
Please put your character names in a bolded line at the start of your log portion.

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