(1866-09-23) Pacitta Tourney : Archery Competition
Pacitta Tourney : Archery Competition
Summary: The Archery Competition for the Pacitta Tourney, arrows and puns aplenty are let fly.
Date: 1866-09-23
Related: All other Pacitta Tourney Logs for 1866
Players:
Aidric  Amelia  Cathrynn  Clara  Dawn  Devlin  Emilia  Graham  Jonathan  Lon  Lorelei  Lucas  Raelyn  Samuel  Stephen  Thaddeus  Tiadora  Tristan  

Tourney Grounds - Pacitta City - Pacitta

The tournament grounds stand ready for use at a moment's notice. The stands are setup with the well-to-do sitting in the center, with the best seats, and for any courtiers present. A half canopy has been established to help keep the shade in the area and protect from any of the elements, a thick leather trim going across the area where the VIPs are sitting raised up about fifty feet and supported by heavy wooden poles and tethers tying it. The benches have been formed of thick wood in the gallery, with lesser galleries set to the side for commoners, guards, and those who are watching and not immediately involved over in the arena. There are roughly eight rows of seats set up for the commoners stretching off the full length of the viewing gallery, and roughly three rows thick for the VIPs to sit upon. Among the rows are those who are bringing beverage and refreshments.

The arena is dusty, a pit formed in the ground which has been dug down flat with padded dirt roughly two feet down from the main tents, the incline designed to give the crowd a better view. The center of the arena betray tell-tale markings where it is apparent that the rail for jousts could be set, if not set already. The dirt is thick and solid, packed down as firmly and evenly as it can be to ensure good footing. From the opposite ends of the exhibition pavilions are a pair of berths where the combatants would enter from and where judges and guards would otherwise sit, as well as attendants to quickly go and tend to the injured or break apart the combatants should it be necessary. The main pit is larger than the pavilions, being roughly fifty horse lengths wide, enough for all the combatants to have plenty of room to brawl without being so spread out that the main viewing area would risk losing track of them.

1866-09-23

The tourney grounds have been cleared to make it safe for the archery competition. Bales have been placed at various distances and a wide line has been staked out for people not to cross lest they be potentially liable to return home with a lethal souvenier. The royal boxes are empty, but a few councilors of both councils are present in their respective boxes. The crowd is of a similar size to the bareknuckle competition, but it is a calmer group of spectators this evening, but the betting is just as fierce.

The competitors have a generous area allotted to them to prepare, though no practice shots have been allowed thus far. The wind has been relatively calm and the sun has been shining all day with not a drop of rain in sight.

Having joined the field with her sister and several other Huntresses, Emilia's fingers lightly dance over the string on her bow to test and double check it in awaiting the start of the compeition. The younger Cassomir is dressed in the usual fashions of a Huntress, though this day there is also an added leather strap fastened about her left arm. The simple token, appears to be well crafted from deer skin and mostly unadorned, save for an odd yet elegent looking design, or symbol, that has been carefully dyed into one end of the piece. Yes, it does seem that the future King of Rivana's little sister is actually sporting a favour. Dark eyes do give a slight scan over the others who have come out to compete today, and there is a flicker of her gaze towards the stands as well.

Raelyn stands at her position, looking fairly pleased with everything. Her bow is in one hand, the quiver at her beltline and she is dressed, of course, in full Huntress garb - save the Warden's Pendant she wears as a favor pinned upon her leather jerkin. She stays limber, but seems mostly curious into watching the other competitors as she hovers near her sister, companionably.

Up in the stands then, sitting back and watching then Dawn of Bazan goes to look over at the assembled archers. A bow has never been her forte, so she settles back to observe then, giving a few nods over to those assembling over in the midst then as she crosses her hands.

She's not competed in anything yet. On the contrary: Lorelei's been on the sidelines watching the knights assembled (and one knight in particular) compete here in the tourney. Today, though, she changes her place, timidly sauntering up to the portioned-off area for archery with her longbow in her hand and a quicker on her back. Her hair's braded, as is her wont, to keep it out of her eyes. She's not wearing any particular color or crest, but then, when you're a soldier for hire there isn't much you swear allegiance to but coin. She takes sideways looks at the others assembled but says nothing, choosing to size up the distance to the target, instead.

Jonathan t'Maren is, of course, one of the first to arrive. The archery contest may not be one of the traditionally 'knightly' events, but it's part of the tourney, and indeed, the heir to Bloodfield has historically taken a great deal of pride in his performance in this one in particular. He's currently standing close to the edge of the preparation area, stringing his bow and testing the sharpness of an arrow. There's no favor on him, at least not one that anyone can see, and he spares no attention to the crowd - nor to the other competitors, for that matter.

Tiadora is certainly there to support the Rivanan Huntresses' in the event, wearing a cheerful smile. She gives a girlish wave when Emilia's gaze sweeps the stands.

Rosewood bow in hand, Clara Tracano is out on the field for once…and not in the royal box. Clad in a similar fashion as the two Cassomir women, though with a little more royal flair….and a decidedly lack of favor being sported. The sight of the princess on the field stirs some comments….though if it is because she competes or has no favor remains to be seen.

There may be no royals spectating today, but Aidric Carling is there. The Carling knight reclines in one of the seats for the lesser nobility, though one doubts he sees himself thus. His reason? Cheer on Tristan of course, though the fact a good many of the competitors are women of good birth may not have escaped his notice. He sips his wine and reclines in his seat while he waits for the event to begin.

Lucas l'Saigner is there to compete. The dark haired wraith bends his bows and checks his string with the contented quiet of a man who enjoys what he is doing. He even smiles. Then, when he is sure his weapon is ready, he looks up and takes in his other competitors as if he'd forgotten they were there. "Luck to you all," he says aimably as he plants the tip of his bow in the dirt and waits to be called upon to shoot.

Samuel is in place in the stands now, seated in quiet as he watches the participants. "Looks like a good day for this," he offers, with a smile, to whoever that may be close enough to listen.

Graham is here in attendance to not compete but to cheer on those doing so given that a lot of his family and some those he counts among friends will be doing so. The Lily Knight moves through the stands to find a place to sit and watch that gives him a good view of all that is going on. "Lady Tia, mind if I sit?" he asks though turning back he'll smile waving to his cousin. He wouldnt miss supporting them the way they have supported him.

Prince Tristan Tracano stands with the other competitors, idly moving his finger up and down the string, eying the others with a thoughtful expression. He wondered why he even bothered to compete in this event when there were several Cassomirs competing. Who knew, the One might see it fit to let him actually win one of these some day, and wouldn't that just be grand. Oh, he hoped that Elaida would enjoy this.

Tiadora grins at Aidric. "So how much did you bet on him," she asks with a suspicious note. Graham is given a polite smile and a motion to join her.

Lord Stephen Tracano sits up in the "noble box" for the Rivanans, in-between his brother on one side, and the brother of the woman he's set to marry on the other. Which surely makes for completely not-awkward conversation, since everyone knows Cassomirs aren't protective of each other at all. Still, for the most part the conversation has been politely cordial, and Devlin Cassomir has managed to recall that the wedding is a proper and necessary thing, as well as that which occurs afterwards. In any case, as the competition seems to begin soon, both men rise from their seats to move over and watch the contestants shoot.

Meanwhile, not in the noble box, but among the front ranks of the commoners (he arrived quite early…a few hours' wait is not so troubling for him, a grizzled, blue-eyed old woodsman watches the proceedings intently, puffing lightly on a pipe stuffed with pleasantly sweet-smelling tobacco, as befits someone as leathery as he appears.

Thaddeus Greycen sits in the Rivanan noble box, though his loyalties in the contest are conflicted. He has a cup in hand awaiting to see the results, "Let's just hope we can continue our victories here and not let those northerners take it." He remarks.

Near the competitors is a wide, squat man with a flat, floppy hat and a large, unkempt beard stands and yells out to the crowd in a loud baritone, "My ladies, my lords. Masters and mistresses, I welcome you to the archery competition. I am today's official and I welcome you all." He then looks to the participants, "Archers, to the line. You may shoot at my mark!" The man raises an arm.

In the stands, Dawn goes to watch then, eyeing down at th eparticipants with a smile then as she rests her hands on her lap, gazing about then as she sweeps teh area. She's not been to an archery competition in a long time, but she enjoys the participants and the show of exhibitionism that is to come.

"Just five crowns," Aidric answers Tia with a lazy smile. He lifts his cup to the other attendees, before adding a nod to Thad. "Indeed. Let us hope we can see a few more Rivanan's win."

The official's arm drops.

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Great Success. (7 1 2 3 7 7 7 5 3 1 4 6 1)

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Good Success. (6 3 5 4 4 5 7 4 2 8 6 2 1)

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Great Success. (5 8 7 3 7 4 6 3 2 2 2 7 8)

<FS3> Jonathan rolls Bows: Good Success. (3 6 3 8 5 7 2 5 3 3 5 4 2)

<FS3> Jonathan rolls Bows: Good Success. (3 2 1 5 8 5 4 1 6 7 1 5 5)

<FS3> Jonathan rolls Bows: Great Success. (8 2 6 7 8 6 1 7 3 5 2 3 3)

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Great Success. (1 5 1 7 7 8 3 4 7 4 1 6 1 4 5)

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Great Success. (8 6 8 8 1 6 2 6 7 3 4 1 8 5 5)

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (1 2 4 2 6 7 8 7 7 8 7 4 4 7 2)

<FS3> Lorelei rolls Bows: Great Success. (6 1 7 5 8 7 2 6 5 2 2 8 4 8)

<FS3> Lorelei rolls Bows: Great Success. (5 6 7 8 7 2 7 6 2 8 6 3 1 2)

<FS3> Lorelei rolls Bows: Good Success. (1 3 6 3 6 2 1 7 2 4 3 4 6 8)

<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Great Success. (4 6 8 7 3 3 1 6 6 1 3 7 1 4 1 8)

<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Good Success. (8 2 5 8 6 6 1 6 5 2 8 3 1 2 3 6)

<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Good Success. (8 6 7 2 3 4 5 6 3 5 3 1 2 1 8 4)

Cathrynn spends 1 luck points on beginner's luck.

<FS3> Tristan rolls Bows: Great Success. (3 1 8 8 5 5 5 7 8 2)

<FS3> Amelia rolls Bows: Great Success. (2 8 3 1 1 8 6 3 1 2 8 7)

<FS3> Tristan rolls Bows: Good Success. (1 7 1 4 7 2 6 7 2 4)

<FS3> Tristan rolls Bows: Good Success. (6 4 5 7 5 7 5 8 3 5)

<FS3> Amelia rolls Bows: Good Success. (2 2 2 3 4 1 4 1 7 4 4 7)

<FS3> Amelia rolls Bows: Good Success. (2 7 8 5 1 1 4 1 6 6 7 5)

<FS3> Lucas rolls Bows: Good Success. (8 8 6 3 5 5 3 5 1 6 6 7)

<FS3> Lucas rolls Bows: Great Success. (6 7 6 6 3 3 6 7 8 7 3 3)

<FS3> Lucas rolls Bows: Great Success. (8 4 4 8 2 3 8 3 7 3 2 3)

<FS3> Cathrynn rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (5 7 7 7 4 1 6 5 7 3 8 7 8)

<FS3> Cathrynn rolls Bows+5: Amazing Success. (8 6 3 8 7 7 8 4 4 7 3 4 3 4 2 3 5 6)

<FS3> Cathrynn rolls Bows: Failure. (3 3 4 3 4 4 1 1 4 2 1 3 2)

"Thank you m'lady." Graham will sit down beside her and look back to the field a moment to spy his two cousins and of course Cathrynn there all getting greetings from the man. "I do enjoy the archery contest though i've had very little use for the bow other than those Volleys fired at Goldhollow." He shakes his head remembering that event and his mad idea to delay the approaching armies. He is focused though with the first shots being made.

A little wave if given back towards Tiadora and Graham, when Emilia spies their wavings. The corners of her lips give a little tug upwards as Emilia looks to Clara. An incline of her head to the others competing. There might be another upwards tug going on at the corners of her lips when her dark eyes scan the stands once more. Though as the time comes to take her mark, Emilia does draw a faint breathe before drawing the first of her arrows. Dark eyes turn down the length of the arrow to the target. A breathe is drawn and held for a moment before the arrow is let lose. A process repeated with the next two arrows. Each hitting soldly enough towards the center of the target. The young Cassomir's mien remaining unchanged from the usual stoic turn it bears at her performance. It is a brief moment before her eyes flicker on towards the other targets.

Tiadora gives Thaddeus a shy smile. So many Rivanans on the field and in the stands… "We stand excellent odds, e-either w-way, sir " She lets out a low whistle, impressed by the skill of the contestants. Especially her young friends.

Round one. Jonathan isn't paying much attention to anyone or anything apart from his target, but it's worth noting that he does spare more of a passing glance toward the mercenary quartermaster a little ways away from him. Is that something resembling a smile quirking his lips? It's there and gone in a moment. Lifting his bow and nocking an arrow, he narrows his eyes and lets one loose - a good shot, but outside the center ring. Then another, then another, each one closer to the mark, though neither quite hitting the center. His brow furrows, but it's just the one round. Plenty of time.

Lucas steps up to the mark. He takes a long breath as he lifts his bow and draws it in one smooth motion. The fletching of the arrow draws back in line with his ear for only a second before he lets it fly. One he thinks as he reaches for the next arrow. He fires three times in all, landing within the target circle with each shot, the last two, even graze the edge of the bullseye. A good performance for him. He allows himself a smile as he steps back from the line.

When it comes time to shoot, Tristan takes his first arrow. Aims. Looses. A far better starting shot than he could have hoped for. The second arrow and then the third arrow are fired in succession and he scores two more hits. Solid marks too, enough to score him enough points to where he will not completely embarass himself. That will do.

Clara steps to the line and fires her first set of arrows. Two of them land just shy of the bulls-eye. the other…just outside of it. A good performance….but not her best.

Raelyn watches the signal fall, and pulls out one arrow, her first is her best shot, the second two coming in rapid succession and only scoring minor points and hitting near each other. While she may not have scored as many as some of the other competitors, … the Huntress whose reputation for winning such events shows why. Each of her shots are near each other on the target, not spread out, showing a measure of apt consistency. She doesn't even seem bothered by her placing thus far though as she scans the rather large field of competitors, instead, she grins a little bit, and smiles towards Emilia. "Trying to outshine me? Shame on you, mine-sister." Her tone pure humor.

Dawn applauds lightly then at the first flurry of arrows flown then as she watches them *THUNK* over against the targets, her eyes trying to scan in to see who is ahead in points.

Cat is there but given her scowl this is not her forte. She steps up when it is her turn and after a deep breath arrows fly. The first one strikes center and the second one splits it. The surprise registers just slightly on her face before the third arrow glances off the side of a piece of the broken shaft jutting off the side. She likely swears but keeps it quiet.

Signal? Oh good. She's sure of herself, though a little nervous and those nerves are affecting her ability to relax. Rolling her shoulders back, Lorelei nocks her arrow, aims, and lets it loose. The first is just outside the center, as falls the second, but the sight of Cathrynn's arrow splitting the first, and on the bull's eye no less, in half draws her attention for long enough to ruin her aim. Still hitting the target, but not as close as she was the first two times, Lorelei swears under her breath, huffs, and grabs another arrow for the next round.

Graham watches the arrows fly down the field, on each line of archers. The young knight will clap for his cousins shots and for his consorts of course noting her arrow knocked and one arrow split cleanly through the next though gets defelected wide. He is quit enthused "Well shot." he looks to his side. "Everyone is shooting very well today." he says to Tia before looking back.

Tiadora leans in towards The Lily Knight and jokingly mutters, "I hope you never make her angry, Sir Graham.."

Samuel smiles as he watches the shots, applauding the competitors as he does. Turning a little to glance at the others in the stands too.

White knuckles gripping her bow too tightly, the evident unease at competing shows plainly on Amelia's face. She draws slowly, taking a calming breath, and lines up her shot. Loosing one after the other, and striking slightly farther from center each time, Amelia sighs.

Thad nods to Aidric, "Indeed, though it seems we have a good… /shot/ at winning." The Greycen heir laughs and takes a drink, clearly unashamed. "I will not be betting on this particular contest."

The official returns his spot, nodding at the fine results and says, "Archers, at my mark!" and then drops his arm again.

<FS3> Jonathan rolls Bows: Good Success. (3 1 7 1 8 6 1 6 5 5 5 7 3)

<FS3> Jonathan rolls Bows: Success. (8 4 1 6 2 4 2 6 3 4 2 3 1)

<FS3> Jonathan rolls Bows: Good Success. (4 3 8 3 2 4 6 3 4 1 3 6 8)

<FS3> Lorelei rolls Bows: Good Success. (8 8 4 3 5 8 4 4 1 3 6 5 4 3)

<FS3> Lorelei rolls Bows: Great Success. (8 8 5 1 7 2 5 6 6 7 1 5 5 4)

<FS3> Lorelei rolls Bows: Great Success. (6 1 7 7 2 8 1 7 4 5 8 1 2 2)

<FS3> Cathrynn rolls Bows: Great Success. (8 8 7 7 5 4 2 6 5 2 7 6 6)

<FS3> Cathrynn rolls Bows: Good Success. (6 8 4 4 7 2 6 2 2 5 4 3 2)

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Good Success. (3 3 3 1 7 3 8 3 3 4 6 5 2)

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Good Success. (6 2 8 5 5 7 6 5 2 1 3 5 7)

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Great Success. (7 8 1 8 2 6 4 1 4 3 8 1 6)

<FS3> Amelia rolls Bows: Great Success. (7 6 8 6 4 1 2 8 4 5 8 4)

<FS3> Cathrynn rolls Bows: Success. (1 3 2 4 2 3 1 1 8 6 5 4 1)

<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Success. (2 3 1 2 6 5 2 3 2 1 5 5 7 6 2 2)

<FS3> Amelia rolls Bows: Good Success. (4 7 3 4 7 1 3 1 6 4 5 5)

<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Success. (1 5 2 4 2 5 4 4 3 2 6 6 7 5 2 5)

<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Great Success. (3 8 2 5 5 8 3 5 5 4 2 4 8 7 3 3)

<FS3> Amelia rolls Bows: Good Success. (6 7 4 4 6 7 2 3 2 1 6 1)

<FS3> Tristan rolls Bows: Great Success. (4 8 8 1 3 4 7 8 4 2)

<FS3> Tristan rolls Bows: Good Success. (1 3 5 1 7 3 1 7 5 8)

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Good Success. (5 2 2 3 6 4 7 1 8 2 6 5 5 6 4)

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Great Success. (8 6 6 8 8 3 6 2 5 3 5 3 6 2 8)

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Good Success. (2 4 4 3 8 2 2 4 6 2 1 6 7 7 2)

<FS3> Tristan rolls Bows+5: Amazing Success. (2 6 8 1 6 7 8 4 8 2 7 2 7 1 8)

<FS3> Lucas rolls Bows: Great Success. (2 7 7 1 1 8 7 6 8 6 6 1)

<FS3> Lucas rolls Bows: Good Success. (6 8 7 2 4 3 7 4 1 2 2 3)

<FS3> Lucas rolls Bows: Good Success. (4 2 3 5 4 2 7 1 6 6 7 1)

Tristan spends 1 luck points on Using a bow.

"Well, the Huntresses seem to be living up to their reputation so far." Stephen notes, smiling just a touch as he sees the results of the first round of shooting. "But it's still a close competition." He pauses then glances at Thaddeus, smirking a touch, "That was terrible."

"Of course they are." Devlin notes with a cheeky grin, "They're some of the best archers in the Edge." Not that Devlin's biased or anything of the sort, no sir! (Even if it IS true).

Meanwhile, Lon the Elder, just quirks a very faint, wolfish smile at the first round's scoring.

Dawn looks up and over as the next shafts of arrows are shot at the targets, resting her hands down on her lap sa she tries to follow where they are landing then and remains quiet in her place in the stands.

The next set of shots are less impressive for Cathrynn and she sighs, looking skyward briefly. She steps back and waits, can't get worse, right?

Emilia raises her shoulder in a half shrug towards Raelyn,"Of course of not, mine-sister. Just of trying to perform as well as of I can to be deserving of the token of worn." Inclining her head to Cathrynn in noticing the one arrow having been split,"Nice of shooting." There is corner tugging towards Clara is seeing her friend doing fairly well too. Though attention is given back towards the target as the official calls for the next series of shot. Her arrows creating a small pattern a little further out from the first series. Fair enough shots, but not quite so good as her first three.

The knight will chuckle at the spoken words. "I hope not either. I wouldnt make it far would I?" he responds though smirks a bit looking back as the archers prepare for their next shots in which Graham will clap and cheer once more looking to his cousin in the stands "Quite true." he adds in agreement.

Tiadora groans and shakes her head at Thadd. "That was bad," she agrees. She wears a faint smile as she turns back for the second set. This time it's the Tracano that gets a loud cheer. "Tris! That was amazing!" She turns to the other Rivanans and laughs girlishly. "You may win your wager after all," she says to Aidric.

Clara now has a good collection of arrows, grouped just to the right of the bulls-eye. A soft muttering of disappointment crosses her lips as she eyes the placement of her next three shots. Shaking her head, Clara speaks softly to herself. "Should have practiced more."

Round two. Jonathan's eyes follow the other competitors' arrows as they scream across the field, and then he hefts the bow again, nocking and loosing three arrows in quick succession. Two are reasonably close to the center, but nothing special. The third is off the mark, but at least he avoids the embarassment of missing the target entirely. A frown turns his lips downward as he sets his jaw. The third round, he's sure, he will make count.

Blast. She's still angry from missing that last one so poorly, so naturally, Lorelei's first shot in round two misses just as spectacularly. At least she's hitting the target. Taking a deep breath in, she exhales forcefully, focuses, and manages to his that ring just outside the bull's eye again twice for the last two shots.

Dawn watches as the next flurry of shafts are shot, and turns her attention to parse the results, looking down at the Princess then before about at the rest of the contestants. Otherwise resting her hands in her lap as she contemplates and counts up the points and tries to tally who has the lead.

Tristan lifts his bow once more and fires another volley of three shots. That last one is a bullseye. One's balls. He had never scored a bullseye in one of these events. A part of him wants to dance a little jig right then and there, but that would be entirely out of sorts and contrary to his normal mannerisms. Still, he hoped Elaida had seen that shot and that it would impress her.

Aidric groans. "Really Thad?" he asks the man with a chuckle and a ruefull shake of his head. "Sometimes I wonder how it is we're friends," he remarks. He's probably not the first to wonder it either. "Ha! There we go, Tristan hit the bullseye. That puts him at, what? Seventeen?" he asks the others. A grin is given to Tia. "Indeed it does and here I thought I might have well thrown those crowns into the canal."

The others are shooting quite well today. Amelia takes her time, spreading her fingers to relieve tension. Her next set is better than the first, landing just outside center. She makes her way to the sideline to prepare for her last shots.

Raelyn Cassomir shoots again, arrows thrice, in the same manner she always has. And it seems now she is even further from the target in some measure, though her arrows, truly, are still 'bunched' together, just further away from the center. She still doesn't look terribly disappointed, but realizes the liklihood of her winning, now, is quite slim. "Well, time to go out in style," she tells Emilia, ruefully.

Thad has no shame in having said that pun, "Well, it does seem that Prince Tristan is doing well. But there is still a lot of contest to go. At this point only a few of the competitors could be considered /long shots/."

Another decent round for Lucas. He nods at his performance. He had not put much attention into the other's shooting, but he did note the Rivanan woman split her arrow in the last round and Alina's prince just now hit the bullseye. Couviere was going to have to work hard to have any chance of victory.

The official then walks forward one last time, he hopes, and announces, "All right, archers. Let's see what ye can do." And then lowers his arm.

Lorelei spends 1 luck points on Round Three, yo..
Jonathan spends 1 luck points on Shootin' der bow…
Amelia spends 1 luck points on being good at the bows.
Lucas spends 1 luck points on For Couviere…or something!.
Emilia spends 1 luck points on In honor of the favour worn..
Clara spends 1 luck points on One guide my arrow….
Raelyn spends 1 luck points on I need this.

<FS3> Lorelei rolls Bows: Good Success. (5 6 2 5 8 3 3 6 3 5 7 5 3 3)

<FS3> Lorelei rolls Bows: Good Success. (2 1 6 3 5 2 6 5 4 6 7 3 8 8)

<FS3> Lorelei rolls Bows+5: Amazing Success. (4 8 7 1 4 8 2 3 7 8 5 4 1 6 3 3 3 5 7)

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (8 7 7 2 2 7 1 2 5 7 8 1 8)

<FS3> Amelia rolls Bows: Great Success. (1 3 8 7 8 2 1 2 6 5 7 4)

<FS3> Cathrynn rolls Bows: Good Success. (2 2 2 3 4 4 8 1 5 7 4 7 4)

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Great Success. (4 5 1 5 8 5 6 2 1 7 1 7 8)

<FS3> Tristan rolls Bows: Success. (8 1 6 5 4 5 4 5 5 6)

<FS3> Tristan rolls Bows: Success. (2 4 1 1 2 1 8 4 3 2)

<FS3> Tristan rolls Bows: Good Success. (1 1 7 6 4 7 7 6 2 6)

<FS3> Cathrynn rolls Bows: Success. (4 6 1 6 2 3 6 1 1 6 5 1 7)

<FS3> Cathrynn rolls Bows: Good Success. (1 8 3 7 1 1 5 2 8 4 1 4 6)

<FS3> Amelia rolls Bows: Great Success. (3 8 3 8 8 3 7 6 2 3 6 3)

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows+5: Good Success. (7 2 3 3 5 5 3 6 1 3 7 2 1 7 3 3 1 5)

<FS3> Lucas rolls Bows: Success. (4 7 4 6 3 6 1 2 4 6 6 1)

<FS3> Lucas rolls Bows: Good Success. (5 5 3 7 5 6 6 1 2 7 5 7)

<FS3> Lucas rolls Bows+5: Success. (1 2 2 1 4 1 7 6 3 6 2 2 1 2 3 3 4)

<FS3> Jonathan rolls Bows: Great Success. (5 1 5 2 7 5 7 8 6 8 5 8 3)

<FS3> Jonathan rolls Bows+5: Great Success. (2 7 5 8 5 3 6 1 1 2 7 6 4 8 6 4 5 7)

<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Good Success. (6 5 1 7 3 6 8 3 5 2 6 4 8 4 3 3)

<FS3> Jonathan rolls Bows: Good Success. (2 3 2 2 5 7 2 1 1 7 4 8 1)

<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Success. (3 4 1 1 8 6 5 3 1 3 6 5 4 6 6 2)

<FS3> Amelia rolls Bows+5: Good Success. (2 3 5 4 7 8 6 6 5 4 3 4 1 4 5 2 8)

<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows+5: Amazing Success. (6 8 4 6 4 7 1 2 7 7 3 3 8 8 6 7 4 6 4 3 1)

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Great Success. (5 5 2 5 6 6 8 8 3 7 7 2 8 2 5)

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Great Success. (3 8 4 2 6 4 5 8 6 8 2 7 4 1 1)

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows+5: Great Success. (6 3 2 6 1 2 7 1 5 7 7 7 3 2 4 1 4 1 2 1)

The official steps forward and announces to the crowd, "I am pleased to announce that the victor of the archery competition is the lovely Lady Emilia Cassomir of Ironhold. Your prize will be presented at the ball. I thank you all for coming and wish you all the very best in the rest of the tournament and its festivities."

Dawn applauds over as Lady Emilia wins the competition then, rising up and over then over as she surveys the other contestants then.

Cat heaves a sigh after her last round of shots. It is easy to see that it isn't enough. She looks aside to Emilia and Rae, "Good shots my ladies," she says in earnest, even if she's annoyed with herself. She pauses to applaud Emilia then ducks out quietly.

When the dust settles, it seems that Jonathan t'Maren at least hasn't made a fool of himself. A strong showing all around, he sees as his last three shots strike the target, just off-center. There's a perfunctory round of applause for the victor, and his eyes sweep over the assembled competitors, eventually falling, again, on a certain Black Fox. There's a little grin, and a little nod.

Raelyn shakes her head a little, setting her bow down, and smiling towards her sister some. "At least one of us had their minds on the contest, this day. I'm pleased, Emilia." She, likely, had other things in her mind. And all she can do is look up in stands - first, to her brother, and to Stephen and shrug helplessly. But when she spots Lon the Elder in the crowd, she just chuckles, and shakes her head. Unlike a prior event where she had a poor showing, she seems in remarkably good spirits.

Thaddeus roars in approval as Emilia is declared the victor. He then drains his cup and shrugs at Aidric, "I am sorry that your wager /missed the mark/, but hopefully next time it will be /on target/." Thad grins and relaxes in his seat for a moment, not wanting to deal with the crowd unless he has to or his present company determines otherwise.

Emilia looks to Raelyn,"Is there of any other of way?" On the matter of going out in style. Certainly Emilia expects nothing less of her sister! With the official walking up once more and giving the signal for the last series to be fired. Each arrow is taken up again, a moment taken to aim before each is realsed. Though as that last arrow is taken up, fingers give a light touch to the leather wrapped about her arm. Notching that final arrow and drawing her bow back with a slight breathe held before releasing the arrow along with the breathe. Her eyes watching as the arrow settles in to create a nice clustering around the bullseye, even if not quite within it. There is a faint tugging to the corners of her lips, pleased enough with her shots. Looking over to see how her sister and others did. "You were shooting of fine, especially those first of shots, Cathrynn." Though her eyes widen just a little and ther eis a mild blink as the official announces her the winner. She even stares over at Raelyn a moment, she never beats her sister! Though she remembers herself to give a little bow towards the announcer, and the stands. Her lips actually managing to curve up a little as she gives a look to her cousin and brother, and also Lon with an incline of her head to him.

She'd be a sore loser to snap her bow over her knee, but Lorelei is exceptionally displeased with herself at this moment. She'd done well, of course - tying for second is nothing to shake a stick at - but she's murderously angry. Keeping it to herself she nods in Emilia's direction, and even when she manages a small clap, Lorelei is still and silent. Better to keep her that way, maybe, considering how angry her eyes look.

The Lily knight will stand with the results and clap and cheer for his family and well all that competed cause that's what he does. "Well shot all." he calls over looking over to Cathrynn he knows she wont be best pleased with the results of her shooting though he is quite impressed. Graham will wave to Emilia and Raelyn as well glad to see the small-ish smile even on Emilia's face. He looks over wondering which wager was made though he does turn back quickly enough.

Tristan looses his last round of shots. Well, those three could have been better, but at least he had scored a bullseye. When Emilia is announced the winner, he smiles. He moves over to her, reaching into his coat to pull out a small slip of paper. "Lady Emilia, my congratulations for such a fine showing and for winning another revent for Rivana's honor. Here, take this." He hands the slip of paper to her. "Present this to the Tracano Manse when you have time and they will ensure that you receive the finest bottle of wine we have available. Consider that my gift for such a fine performance." He reaches forward and takes one of her hands, lifting it to his lips. "Very well done indeed, my lady." He offers one last smile and then releases her hand, offering the others around her a nod.

"If I could disown you right now, I might." Stephen notes drolly to Thaddeus, applauding for the contestants, and smiling brightly down to Raelyn despite her shrug. "It was a good competition." He notes of the display in general.

Devlin roars with approval as Emilia claims victory. Because it's always more fun when the sister that /didn't/ occasionally bully him as a child wins, right?

Lon returns Emilia's nod, that wolfish grin still on his face, and he does indeed applaud fairly enthusiastically, particularly for him.

From her place up in the stands, Dawn rises then to slowly walk on down them as she surveys the congregating particcipants then, and otherwise smiles lightly as she observes them talking and likely discussing thier performances, not that she can see from her position what quite is being talked over.

With a nod to her competitors, Amelia makes her way off the field, stopping momentarily to offer congratulations to the victor.

That bit of a smile, least more than normal is about all that changes in Emilia's rather stoic expression. The Cassomir being true to form that. Incling her head in turn to Lorelei and several of the other competitors. Accepting Amelia's congratulations with a incline of her head. Her head bows towards Tristan when he approaches,"You were shooting quite of well today." Though a brow raises a fraction as he offers over the piece of paper,"OF thanking, Prince of Tristan." Her hand taking up the paper as she offers another bow of her head. Though there is a little blink as her hand is taken and the kiss is delivered onto it. And Clara is not forgotten either, a hug exchanged between the friends in celbration of the win!

Tiadora claps happily, wearing a dimpled smile for the winner. "The games seem to have leveled out haven't they? Much better than the start."

A rather exuberant Clara steps up to Emilia and hugs her friend, protocol be damned. "Congratulations! first the art competition and now the archery! This has been a rather eventful tournament!" It doesn't matter that Clara just lost to Emilia…she is happy for her friend.

Dawn makes out the Princess hugging, and rises up more to applaud just a little straighter as she works her way down the stairs.

"One above Thad!" Aidric grouses as he smacks the man's arm. "Next time they ought to use you as the target." He sighs. "Anyhow it's only five crowns, and Emilia is Rivanan, so, at least as you said Tia, things have levelled out."

"Impressive," Raelyn agrees towards Tristan. "You've been practicing." And, in that same good humor, she jests quietly to the group, "I believe I had such a hard time because I'm so used to moving targets." She squeezes Emilia's hand, "Told you, though, that one day you'd best me. Though I do wish it had been like it was before. Where we were tied." That particular day is an event that she'll likely never forget.

Tiadora just shakes her head as she sniggers at the terrible terrible jokes, a faint smile on her lips.

"My thanks, Lady Emilia. Today I think that the One shined down upon me, offering me his blessing so that I may impress a certain woman." Tristan offers her a wink, giving a slight smile to Clara. Glancing over at Raelyn, he shakes his head. "I am afraid not. I would love to say that I have been, but I have not found the time. I do hope that Lady Elaida witnessed that bullseye though." He gives a glance towards the stands. "If you will all excuse me, I shall search her out, I think." He gives the group a smile and a nod and then limps away.

"I am glad my cousin has made such a showing in these games. I am fraid luck wasnt with the rest of us this time." Graham says he looks on to Tia nodding "It is a good thing too, lest we fall to far behind before the next Tournament takes place. I think i'll greet Cathrynn and my cousins. Of course feel free to join Lady they will be glad to see you." he still hasnt sat down and will know head down that direction.

Emilia gives Clara one of those Emilia smiles,"It has been much of eventful, I would never have thought…to take both." The One above…people are going to be paying attention to her for this. That bit of paper is tucked away for now, the wine to be collected later on. "The One was shining of upon you, Prince of Tristan." Dipping her head as he makes to depart and seek his betrothed. The hand squeeze is returned to Raelyn,"Of true, you are more of used to things that are moving. And I am sure we will have a day like that of again, mine-sister."

Lucas was unhappy with his final showing, but in all, it had been a decent bit of distraction. He smiles when Emilia is announced the winner he smiles but does not choose to brave the pack of huntresses and Rivanans in general to offer congratulations. He steps back towards those from Lonnaire. "Well shot," he says to them quietly as he unstrings his bow. "Shame we lost," he says.

Thad laughs at his brother, "Well, then you would certainly be displeased if I was disinherited!" He grins, "And to be fair, I do enjoy a good range of humor, but seeing you all react so makes this kind so much more enjoyable." Thad mock-winces as Aidric hits him, "Well that was uncalled for. Clearly you need to get a sense of humor." His tone is not angry by any measure.

Stephen glances towards Aidric briefly, "It would figure that he only finds his when it pains us the most."

Tiadora nods to Graham's suggestion. "Excuse me, my lords," she says politely to the Rivanan men. A faint blush catches her rounded cheeks as she smiles. And down she goes to greet the other teenagers. There's a pack of them now. Scary…

Emilia is certainly not quite accustomed to quite this level of attention, but she remains stoic as she accepts the congratulations from so many. Lucas does receive a bow of her head in return to his smile, the corners of her lips tugging up in that brief fashion. With Graham and Tiadora also making their way down to the group, Emilia dips her head along, murmuring,"Is much of surprising."

Graham will stop and see Cathrynn before the can get away "You shot well Cat, dont be upset hm?" he will give a proper public kiss but understanding that she'd need a moments time before she'd be ready to return. He will continue on not out pace Tia of course in the process. "Well done Emilia." he will give a hug to her turning "You as well Raelyn." and another hug given. He will bow to Clara "Well done your highness." he says properly though he still smiles friendly.

"It was called for," Aidric assures Thad. "Of course he does, how else would he make us suffer?" there is a smile there. He rises up from his seat for Tia's departure and sits back down when she's gone. "Hm, good showing by the Cassomirs today, though, aren't they a huntress short? I did not see Graham's sister, the freckled one who dislikes me."

Tiadora is happy for all the archers but clearly most pleased for Emilia. "You did a great job! We should go celebrate. Somewhere less… Busy. Just we ladies!" A clear invitation to an exit from from one introvert to another.

A slight nod is given to Graham as Clara accepts his compliment. "Thank you kindly, Sir Cassomir." The slight smirk upon her lips is all the proof Graham might need to know that Clara is only being proper with titles because he insists upon it. Every time. There is a slight nudge to Emilia, as Clara shifts to casual. "Tell me truly, Emilia. You wanted to impress the mysterious suitor whose favor you are currently sporting, is it not so?" There is a light laugh…Clara is teasing gently. "I hope that he was able to witness what luck his favor has wrought…"

Dawn applauds lightly at the victor and the princess, then going over to lightly watch around the rest of the intermediaries, having managed her slow walk down the steps.

"Psh," Thad remarks, "Perhaps I should have had you stay back in Sunsreach" leaving out the fact that doing so would involve having to work with Martyn the entire time, "Besides, it /could/ be worse. Besides, I cannot think of any more archery humor… for now."

"Can't say I'm familiar." Stephen notes of Adrienne's absence, "I might recognize her if I saw her, but I've not yet been introduced to overmany Huntresses." He glances to Thad and notes, "Well, we'll be all a-quiver for the next time you start loosing those terrible puns."

The hug from Graham is easily returned by Emilia. "Of thanking." Emilia nods along towards Tiadora,"A smaller of celebration is perhaps of in order." Though Clara's teasing words might just cause a small hint of pink to touch to the younger Cassomir's cheeks,"Cannot be of denying there was such of hope to do of well, just was not of thinking I would of win." There just might be a tiny nod afterwards.

Aidric turns an arch look upon Stephen, "Really you too?" he asks , betrayed. "That sense of humour must be passed on in the blood," he says and drinks down his wine before standing again. "Well, if the two of you are just going to make each other the butt of each other's jokes then I am going to need to be drunker than this, so what's say we adjourn to a tap room?"

<FS3> Clara rolls Perception: Good Success. (6 8 5 5 3 8 1 1 5 1 3)

Raelyn squeezes Graham's arm, then tells Cathrynn, "You represented all of us well, Cathrynn. But I believe I am needed elsewhere." She touches Emilia's back lightly, venturing, "And you and I? Need to talk. Soon." She gives her sister an expectant look, but nothing that would suggest there's any trouble in it for Emilia. Instead, she begins to make her way up the stands, since Stephen is too busy slinging puns to come down to her.

At Emilia's response, Clara's smile widens. However, it widens even more just after Emilia's words. It seems the princess caught something…as her eyes flittering up into the crowd briefly would indicate. There is a soft giggle…but not much more.

Graham smiles "Your quite welcome cousin." He looks over and chuckles to Clara "Lady Clara." He says more commonly though next he looks back to Lady Tia and chuckles "Alas I introduce you two and I am the one left out." He grins though and clearly is teasing "You deserve to celebrate indeed." He smiles to Raelyn "Of course."

Tiadora gives Emilia's favor a curious glance but doesn't pry. "It's lovely," she says softly. She seems to have drifted into social uncertainty. "Sorry, Sir Graham. I didn't mean to… It was just… "

"Merely an attack of opportunity, Lord Aidric." Stephen notes, "Besides, I'd be remiss in my brotherly duties if I didn't support Thaddeus." He adds, "Fair enough, I'll join you in a bit." He quirks a faint grin, "Going to see if Lady Raelyn cares to join us, first."

"Well, it seems that it must be in our blood, on the Tracano side," Thad grins at Stephen's remark and nods to Aidric, "Indeed, festivities are in order. No dobut it will be a wasted opportunity to partake in fun while we are here." Stephen's remark about Raelyn gets a nod, "Certainly, the more Rivanans, the merrier!"

A small nod is given to Raelyn,"Of aye, of course," to those words about needing to talk. Dark eyes watching Raelyn find her way up into the stands and the punny group of guys. The giggle from Clara gets a faint sideways look from Emilia. That faint pink fading back from her cheeks. A hand gives a small flutter in the air,"Be not of worrying, Lady of Tiadora, Graham is just not of used to having to deal with all of us of at once. And of girl of talk and of giggling."

"I was teasing Lady Tia, I am glad that you two have become friends as such." Graham comments easily to calm the others nerves on what was only meant lightly to her. He does look over to his cousin and the smile though her words makes him grin a little nodding "Indeed, if there's nothing I can hit with a stick. I am simply lost." he shakes his head though looks about for those others still here before back.

Aidric allows himself to chuckle at Stephen's rejoinder. "Ugh," he says. "Very well though, go get your betrothed and we'll meet you there," he looks to Thad. "Lead the way, my lord," he urges setting down the cup.

Emilia shifts her bow slightly on her shoulder,"Should be of putting up of bow, but then could of gather of after, or be of meeting of somewhere to be of celebrating?" Awaiting some word on such arrangements, before Emilia makes her way off to see seeing her things returned to the manse. Still a bit shocked at the outcome of the event, it was quite the field of competition that had turned out. A hand raising to lightly touch to that favour worn as she considers it all.

Clara laughs…"Really now, Graham. Archery is the same thing. Only, you are throwing the stick at your opponent. Quite simple, really." She allows herself another giggle, then turns to Tiadora. "A ladies' night of celebration sounds simply delightful! Shall we find a public location, or something more private? We could go to the Tracano manse…that place is quite large enough for multiple parties, with never a chance of meeting one another."

Thaddeus rises from his seat and nods to Aidric, "Well then let us go!" He does lead the way towards the nearest taphouse that is worth going to.

The Lily Knight looks back to the Princess and laughs in response. "Ah, a new perspective, perhaps i'll be an archer some day afterall?" Graham says though he still speaks lightly though the talk about a ladies party is met with a grin given to his cousin. "Yes, go have fun Emilia. I will have celebrations for the family brought up to our borrowed manse for when you return though." he looks a moment to the favour but that's a conversation for another time at least for him.

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