(1866-12-13) Sunsreach Tourney: Bracketed Jousts Night One
Sunsreach Tourney: Bracketed Jousts Night One
Summary: The first night of the bracketed jousts, fine matches and even a few unhorsings!
Date: 1866-12-13
Related: The Royal Wedding and other Sunsreach Tourney Logs
Players:
Aidric  Alina  Alysande  Broderick  Clara  Darren  Devlin  Elrick  Emilia  Evelyn  Gabriel  Jaren  Joffrey  Jordan  Justin  Leander  Michael  Nadine  Quentyn  Raelyn  Raimond  Samuel  Thaddeus  Tiadora  Tristan  

Tourney Grounds - Sunsreach - Rivana

An open space in the middle of the city the tourney grounds is a wide flat field divided by rose bushes that have been allowed to grow here since the ascension of Queen Alysande.

The outer ring of the grounds is set aside for competitor pavilions and the stalls of merchants and food sellers fortunate enough to win a space from the master of the games to ply their trade. The inner ring is the tourney grounds themselves; a flat oval of earth ringed by a fence with openings on each end and a high gallery to one side and a flat open space to the other. On tourney days the fence is freshly whitewashed, the rose bushes are trimmed and the gallery is swathed in green and gold cloth while all around spectators and competitors mingle with gallery filled with nobles and the common folk packing in cheek and jowl across the lists to watch whatever event is on offer be it the melee, archery or that highest of competitions: the joust.

When the grounds are not in use the lists are off-limits to casual visitors and the grounds remain fanatically well-tended, lest the field become uneven and some future match be lost due to loose dirt or a wayward puddle.

1866-12-13

Chilly and bright the tourney grounds are packed with both competitors and spectators today for the first round of main event: the jousts. The crowds pause in their excited chatter when the trumpets blow to announce Alysande and Jaren's entry and all rise until they've taken their place in the royal box in the pair of high backed, throne like chairs set for them. Then conversation resumes as people place last minute bets, or find their seats. And there is much to discuss today, as not only does the jousting begin, but Duke Darren Haldis of Eastfield is riding. Though with the rankings so close Darren is not the only knight of note with many speculating about how the top contenders, Joffrey, Elrick, Gabriel and Thaddeus will fare today, with each being so close to claiming the tourney win and if Michael l'Corren, absent from the Duels will be able to keep his lead in the race for Circuit Champion.

Much was being made of Michael's absence at the duels. He'd won the event at Pacitta after all. Some said he couldn't lift his arm due to his injury, others whispered he might be on his death bed, though as the heir to Murnord rides onto the field on his Alhazred bred warhorse, he quiets those rumours with a vigorous ride around field and a tilt at the quintain before it taken down for the main event. Then, he slips off his horse and heads his way back into his pavilion talking to his squire and one of his men pointing to a strap, clearly wanting it fixed before the event.

Closer to the time, Michael emerges, to give his bow to the king and Queen before settling in a camp chair, handed a cup of water while he waits for the games to begin.

Another fine and chilly day for the tournament finds Emilia settled in the stands in the usual noble seating. Rising for the entrance of her brother and his wife when they appear. The young woman wearing her normal Huntress leathers and a light cloak, dark hair braided and settled upon her back. Dark eyes flit over the field as the knights get ready for their tilts, searching for where her brother, the other not-royal one, is and perhaps picking out a few other of the Rivanan knights. "Do you of think Devlin will be of fairing of well?" Directing this towards her sister who sits near. "He was much of hard upon of himself after the duels." Offering the meat on a sticks that have arrived to the box to her sister to Clara and Tiadora as well.

Quentyn Bazan, has been on the field early practicing for the days games. Though, as the event draws near he chats amiably with some of the other participant and a few of his fellow Lancers. In all the Bazan knight seems confident.

Darren Haldis caused quite a stir as his pavillion was set up and the Duke himself took the field in his decorative suit of plate complete with a horsehair helm. Standing with him by the tent is his squire, the towering form of Baron Jonn Haver and Duke Darren's uncle Randall Haldis, who leans close to whisper encouragement to his nephew, shrewd eyes scanning the field, a nod given to this knight or that one.

Jordan t'Acuto, adjusts his borrowed breast plate and pulls on his helm. The armor, or rather it's lack, would make things challenging. Still, he mounts his horse and makes ready for the games to begin, waving to his sister in a spare moment.

After finishing off strapping down his helmet and mounting his steed, Sir Raimond Giraldi moves to his starting position and lifts a hand (and his visor) in salute to the royals, and then to his opponent Samuel, "Well met, Sir. Joust well…just hopefully not quite as well as me!" He grins cheekily, then lowers his visor before accepting his lance from his squire, and prepares for the first passes of the Joust.

Joffrey t'Synclarre offers ihs courtesies towards crown, crowd, and competitor alike, calling out across their particular field towards Broderick, "It is my honor to compete against you this day, Sir! The One keep us safe, and grant that we may perform to the best of our ability." And greetings and salutations thus rendered, he readies himself for the charge.

Gabriel l'Saigner gets into the saddle of his trusty Murnord warhorse, leaning forward to rub his neck affectionately for a moment. They had been through so much together over the past few years. Now it would be one last ride in a tournament. "Let's give them one last show, shall we?" He murmurs to the animal, guiding him towards the starting spot. Once there, he takes the lance offered by the young man and gives him a nod in return. He scans the crowd, wondering if Alina has come today or if she decided to stay home one more time. Either way he is sporting the colors of House l'Saigner and is wearing her favor tied around his upper arm. Looking down the field, he gives his opponent a nod and then slams down his visor, ready to ride.

Thaddeus Greycen is present and ready to go. Knowing that victory is not too far from his grasp he readies himself with a quick prayer and a salute to the royal and Seaguard boxes and ensures that the favor on his arm is properly tightened.

Tristan sits in the Royal box, amused at the people who are competing this time around. Seems the Giraldi's hoped to try and have some redemption during this tournament. He couldn't entirely blame them. He wondered if Miranda had said anything to Darren or if Leander or Raimond had. Shrugging, he sips his wine and glances around to see how others are taking that particular bit of news.

Evelyn l'Faust is ready in the saddle, armed and mounted, facing Quentyn. "Sir Quentyn, ride well," she wishes, nodding her head. She glances to the others in the competition field, and murmurs something in Alhazredi to her steed, low and assuring. She looks out at the crowd, once, before readying her lance for the call to ride and the runs to begin.

When he went to sleep last night, Sir Samuel l'Corren was not sure if he was able to compete today, sore and battered. But it would seem he has gotten a good night's rest, and is ready again as he rides onto the field. A brief grin and nod offered to those that he calls family and friends, before he offers a chuckle at Raimond. "Well met, Sir. And I must admit I was hoping to ride slightly better than you. I hope you will forgive me for that?" Offered rather light harted, as he moves in place to be ready for this.

Perhaps luck is with Elrick once more because when he saw the brackets for the main event, the joust, fire filled his spirits. The fire has not settled as the hour draws close to the event, the t'Tremaine arriving early enough to focus in his own pavilion. He has the chance to be the first to ride against House Haldis, the same House that devastated his home. Though peace between the two nations was decreed by his king, these games are the closest that Elrick will most likely get to vent some of that t'Tremaine anger. Saddling up on his charger after making sure his armor is snug and secure, the t'Tremaine Heir's gaze is focuses on the Southern Duke.

With a familiar feline sitting in her customary position, Leander Giraldi takes his position, upon the black charger, to face off against Micheal l'Corren. The knight receives a nod and a grin…"May the One favor us both, good Sir." Though not as much as the Giraldi, of course

"No I didn't know Thaddeus was going to do so well in the Duels," Aidric assures another noble as they enter the stands. "But don't look quite so glum, anything can happen, it's why they call it gambling," he explains with a smile entirely too smug to be comforting. "Anyhow I should find my seat, I believe you and yours are somewhere in the back?" then Aidric slips off to the stands to do as he said he would, though, seeing Tristan he gives the man a nod then following his gaze to Darren, he remarks. "That is going to make things interesting, won't it?" he says not sounding entirely displeased by this turn of events.

Tiadora accepts the stick with a happy nod of thanks. She wears soft blue today, making her look closer to her age more so than the dark and severe Normont fashions she usually wears. "I'm sure Sir Devlin will be fine. He's one of the finest Knights in Rivana," she says with a tiny unnoticed sigh. Her eyes sweep the field as she sees the more noted entries. The Giraldis. The Duke. Interesting night ahead.

Raelyn Cassomir, settled near Emilia and others, is here, clearly, to cheer her brother on. "What do you think of Devlin's chances tonight, Emilia? Think he'll score well?" She wonders, curiously.

In the stands, Alina l'Saigner is here to watch her husband's final tourney showing, perhaps, if he does not make it through to the finals. She is drinking some lemonwater and fanning herself, a bit flushed despite the chilly air.

Sir Nadine t'Cadri waits for the tilts to begin astride her l'Corren warhorse, giving a glance over to Sir Elrick, giving him a reassuring look— she believes he will triumph again this night!

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Jordan with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Quentyn with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Quentyn attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Nadine attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance but Devlin DODGES!
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Leander with Tourney Lance but Leander DODGES!
<COMBAT> Justin attacks Gabriel with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Broderick with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Nadine with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Darren attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - Critical wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Samuel attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance but Raimond DODGES!
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Samuel with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Justin with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Darren with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Left Hand stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Michael with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Broderick attacks Joffrey with Tourney Lance but Joffrey DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Broderick attacks Joffrey with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Justin with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Samuel with Tourney Lance but Samuel DODGES!
<COMBAT> Quentyn attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Right Hand stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Arm.
<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Broderick with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Quentyn with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Darren attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Jordan with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Samuel attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance but Raimond DODGES!
<COMBAT> Nadine attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Michael with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Justin attacks Gabriel with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Left Hand stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Darren with Tourney Lance but Darren DODGES!
<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Nadine with Tourney Lance and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Quentyn has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Michael with Tourney Lance and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Justin with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Jordan with Tourney Lance but Jordan DODGES!
<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Broderick with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Samuel attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance but Raimond DODGES!
<COMBAT> Justin attacks Gabriel with Tourney Lance but Gabriel DODGES!
<COMBAT> Darren attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Nadine attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Darren with Tourney Lance but Darren DODGES!
<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Nadine with Tourney Lance but Nadine DODGES!
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Samuel with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Broderick attacks Joffrey with Tourney Lance but Joffrey DODGES!
<COMBAT> Samuel has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Thaddeus has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Justin with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Justin attacks Gabriel with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Nadine with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Nadine attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance but Devlin DODGES!
<COMBAT> Nadine attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Nadine with Tourney Lance but Nadine DODGES!
<COMBAT> Justin attacks Gabriel with Tourney Lance but Gabriel DODGES!
<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Justin with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Left Leg.

Evelyn runs the first tilt, scoring a light hit against Quentyn, while managing to make the Lord miss. The second tilt proves advantagous for her, as she's able to deflect Quentyn's attempt to strike, and while the hit is not hard enough to break or shatter her lance, it's enough to unseat her opponent. Making sure, first, the man is uninjured, Evelyn leads her horse back to see whom she'll be facing now.

Well…it seems that the One is not with Leander. Not this first run, at least. He had a few passes with glancing blows…but it is the one shot from Michael's lance to his chest that catches Leander. A shake of a head…and a polite enough return for a good run….but Leander is not happy. One strike. Just one…and he couldn't return the favor. The younger Giraldi is not pleased with himself.

Emilia does give Raelyn just a faint glance when her questions get echoed back at at,"He has of a chance of scoring of well. Guess we shall be of seeing who he ends up of against." Dark eyes give just a flickering look to Tiadora,"Devlin is a good of knight." Emilia might be biased as his sister though. A small nod of her head goes to Aidric in seeing the man moving through the stands. And then things are all action as horses take off upon the field! Attention focused upon her brother's exchange, though dark eyes flit in catching a few others getting unhorsed. Geeze, it is just not Quentyn's tournament! "Of even of match…He got of the points of though!" Just a hint of energy to her voice, even if the Cassomir looks as stoic as she ever does! And there is a bit of clapping for him as well.

Raimond Giraldi smiles behind his helmet as his first set of passes turns out quite well indeed. Not a single point scored against him, and two strikes to Samuel, with the second managing to send him off his steed entirely. He pauses to make sure the fellow rises, and salutes from his steed, "A bold effort sir, good luck in the remainder of the brackets." He smiles, and moves to the sidelines to prepare for his next run. Though he does frown a bit as he realizes that his little brother has fallen behind on points in the first round. Ah well, there's still hope…a shred of it, at least.

Thaddeus has a couple of good passes, but sadly it does not end well for him. As he rises from the dirt, he resists the urge o throw his helmet in rage. When he gets to the edge where his horse is secured, he says through a snarl to a servant, "Send that fucking northerner the ransom." With that, he readies for the next bout.

Whether Elrick was blinded by his hate for the Haldis or it was just a poor show on his part, but the t'Tremaine faired very badly in his first round. Right on the first pass, the northern knight takes the Haldis tourney lance straight to the chest, a straight on blow that causes the mock weapon to shatter into pieces. It is a wonder that the t'Tremaine Heir was not sent flying from his steed, in fact he remains in the saddle though slightly slumped as if stunned. When his charger stops at the end of the tilt, Elrick manages to turn his steed around to prepare for the next pass but it is obvious that he is still stunned from that first blow. His own lance goes wide while he takes another strike to the chest, but still remains stubbornly on his charger while on the last pass, most likely with the One's blessing, a blow to the head glances off of his helm.

Missing, missing… and then Samuel hits the ground. "Ouch…" he mutters, offering a nod to Raimond as he rises again. "Well done, Sir. Good luck to you as well." Moving off to get ready for the next round now.

Michael rides against Leander Giraldi, the half-brother of the Duke of Eastfield and comes out the victor by points striking the man once. When they ride back to their pavilions, Michael salutes the man. "Well ridden sir, we'll see you later in the match perhaps?" he offers kindly before riding off to rest some.

Tiadora watches with bated breath as Nadine and Devlin ride. She also manages to wince for Thaddeus's sake. She smiles at the Cassomir ladies and claps for the brother's victory. "He got by that round. Sir Nadine is a formidable rider too." She seems weirded by calling a lady 'sir'.

Sir Joffrey scores a couple of light hits. Nothing too telling, but it's enough to advance him on points. He offers a salute to Broderick and notes, "Well ridden, Sir. Good luck to you." And then he moves off to prepare for the next set of passes, pausing just a moment to smile towards his wife in the stands, whose favor, a garter of blue with black lace edging, remains around his upper arm.

"Bloody black Abyss!" Aidric curses as Thaddeus is unhorsed. He did break a lance, but still… "Bah," he says and frowns deeply, hoping other rounds would go better.

Gabriel manages to win against Justin by points. He'll take it. Giving the man a salute and a wave, he rides off to collect a new lance, grab a sip of water, then head back out to the field. Next round is up and, well, seem the fates like him facing off against his brother in these things. He gives Michael a nod and a salute before slamming down his visor and readying himself.

The princess sits over by her friends. Clara has been rather quiet, for the most part. But…she is watching….and it seems she has been watching Devlin, too. After all…everyone else around her is. It is sorta contagious.

<COMBAT> Nadine attacks Samuel with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Right Arm.
<COMBAT> Darren attacks Jordan with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Justin with Tourney Lance but Justin DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Darren with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Samuel attacks Nadine with Tourney LAnce but Nadine DODGES!
<COMBAT> Quentyn attacks Broderick with Tourney Lance but Broderick DODGES!
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Gabriel with Tourney Lance but Gabriel DODGES!
<COMBAT> Justin attacks Leander with Tourney Lance but Leander DODGES!
<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Joffrey with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance but Thaddeus DODGES!
<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance but Raimond DODGES!
<COMBAT> Broderick attacks Quentyn with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Michael with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Justin with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Right Hand.
<COMBAT> Justin attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Joffrey with Tourney Lance but Joffrey DODGES!
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance but Thaddeus DODGES!
<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Left Leg (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Samuel attacks Nadine with Tourney LAnce - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Nadine attacks Samuel with Tourney Lance but Samuel DODGES!
<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Leg (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Michael with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Broderick attacks Quentyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance but Devlin DODGES!
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Gabriel with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Darren with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Darren attacks Jordan with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Left Leg.
<COMBAT> Quentyn attacks Broderick with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Justin with Tourney Lance but Justin DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Darren with Tourney Lance but Darren DODGES!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Joffrey with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Broderick attacks Quentyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Samuel attacks Nadine with Tourney LAnce and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Quentyn attacks Broderick with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Michael with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance but Thaddeus DODGES!
<COMBAT> Darren attacks Jordan with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Nadine attacks Samuel with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Gabriel with Tourney Lance but Gabriel DODGES!
<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - Critical wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Justin attacks Leander with Tourney Lance but Leander DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jordan has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Samuel has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance but Thaddeus DODGES!
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Justin with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Left Leg.
<COMBAT> Justin attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance but Elrick DODGES!
<COMBAT> Quentyn attacks Broderick with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Broderick attacks Quentyn with Tourney Lance but Quentyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Broderick attacks Quentyn with Tourney Lance but Quentyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Quentyn attacks Broderick with Tourney Lance but Broderick DODGES!
<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance but Elrick DODGES!
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance but Thaddeus DODGES!

Sir Evelyn gathers herself when she sees she'll be facing Joffrey; she knows, well, what the man is capable of. Still, she can't help but briefly smile. "May the One see the best lance win, this day, my friend." She will not hold anything back, nor does she think he will. As the tilts pass, she cannot seem to find any chink in Joffrey's defenses, while he is able to land a few hits against her on the first and second tilts. Still, she can't be mad at herself for the effort. She nods to him, "Well done." And then she moves over, trying to regain her steel, and her skill for the next bout.

Emilia nods in agreement to Tiadora,"Of aye, Sir of Nadine is of formidable, she has given fine of showings the few times I have seen her at of tournament." The Cassomir finding little wrong with calling a lady 'sir', but then she had several female knights in her family. Looking to see who Devlin will face next,"This should make of interesting, Sir of Raimond did quite of well in of Pacitta." Even if most have given little attention to the upstarts, seems someone at least has made note of the performance of the Giraldi brothers. Taking a bite of that meatstick as the knights take the moments to rest the moments between the next set of matches. Leaning foreward a little once they do begin, especially as it seems it'll be another close match for Devlin. Until that last tilt…and that hit!! Emilia winces just a little…cause that had to hurt…But there is energetic clapping for her brother! Dark eyes look at the other standings as the markings go up on who has advance and not,"Oh, looks like Sir of Quentyn managed of a little of luck, along with Sir of Thaddeus and Sir of Leander."

At first it looks like an even match, with Raimond scoring one point, and Devlin scoring one in kind. But in the third pass Devlin sends a lance shattering into a thousand splinters right against Raimond's helmet. It's a small miracle that he manages to stay in the saddle, but stay in it he does, even if clearly rattled. It takes him a few moments before he turns about and moves back to the field, offering a salute to Devlin, "Well jousted, Sir! Good luck moving forward. Rivana needs a win!"

And then, after a brief break for a drink of water Raimond moves back to the field, swallowing a bit behind his helmet, before lifting his visor and saluting Thaddeus, "A pity we're seeing so many Rivanans pitted against each other Sir. But good luck to you nonetheless." And then he steels himself for the charge. This one's going to be rough….

Tiadora sits close with her other young lady friends of the court. She lets out a gasp with every pass between Raimomd and Devlin. "He's advancing again," she says to Emilia. "Wouldn't it be grand if he wins? That'd be so exciting." Thaddeus versus Elrick is even more exciting, with her cheering on the final win. But Raimomd versus Thaddeus? Who to cheer for?

No real words were exchanged between Elrick and his squire when the youth runs up to his knight to check on the noble. Instead, the t'Tremaine Heir only motions to one of his straps of his chestplate as if he wants Joseph to loosen it. The northern knight doesn't take the time to dismount or move much, or even to raise his visor to take a drink. Instead, he has to prepare for the next round as he slowly trots his steed to the tilts to ride against the Lord Marshal of Rivana. However, Elrick's performance remains poor, perhaps a hidden injuring from his tilt against the Haldis. The northern knight's tourney lance continues to miss on each pass, only once does it make contact but it is a poor one, contacting briefly but not enough for a point. In the end, he takes a blow to the head but remains mounted and makes his exit towards his pavilion. With his squire's help, Elrick disappears inside.

Gabriel kicks his mount into action for the first pass. He scores a hit and is able to avoid Michael's lance. The second pass see the brothers avoid one another. Finally, in the third and final pass, Gabriel manages to score one more hit. He breathes out a sigh, knowing full well how talented Michael is. He rides up to his brother and slaps him on the shoulder. "Good luck, brother." Then he is riding off to line up against his next opponent. Devlin Cassomir it looks like.

More in the category of missing and landing on the ground. "I should have stayed out of this…" Samuel mutters, before getting to his feet again now. "Well done," he offers to the opponent, before heading off. Time to get out of the armor, and maybe take a bath.

And speaking of rough joust matchups, Lord Joffrey t'Synclarre finds himself pitted against the Duke of Eastfield after ekeing by Evelyn l'Faust on points, giving her a sincere congratulations on her performance before moving to face Darren. Another salute given, another wish for safety and skill…and Joffrey prepares for the next set of passes.

A more determined Leander rides off against Justin. There is little in the way of the showboating that the Giraldis may be known more. This is more serious for Leander. The younger Giraldi concentrates more on his riding than his appearance…and is able to advance beyond on points. There is a parting comment for the northerner…but not much of one. For…Leander is already concentrating on the next run…with a certain l'Faust lady knight.

Michael raises his visor as he and his brother meet on their way back to their pavilions. "One point?" he says shaking his head. "Do well brother," he says clapping Gabe on the shoulder. "I will see you again before the end." Then he's off to face a Rivanan lancer. Salutes are given, his visor is slammed shut and then he rides.

<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Gabriel with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Darren with Tourney Lance but Darren DODGES!
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Quentyn with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Right Hand stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Quentyn attacks Michael with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Nadine attacks Jordan with Tourney Lance but Jordan DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Nadine with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Darren attacks Joffrey with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Quentyn attacks Michael with Tourney Lance but Michael DODGES!
<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance but Devlin DODGES!
<COMBAT> Nadine attacks Jordan with Tourney Lance but Jordan DODGES!
<COMBAT> Darren attacks Joffrey with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - Critical wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance but Thaddeus DODGES!
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Gabriel with Tourney Lance and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Quentyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Nadine with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Darren with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Leander with Tourney Lance but Leander DODGES!
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Quentyn with Tourney Lance but Quentyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Gabriel with Tourney Lance but Gabriel DODGES!
<COMBAT> Nadine attacks Jordan with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Right Leg.
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Nadine with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - Critical wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Darren with Tourney Lance - Critical wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Right Hand stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Darren attacks Joffrey with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Quentyn attacks Michael with Tourney Lance but Michael DODGES!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance but Thaddeus DODGES!
<COMBAT> Raimond has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

"Of aye, he is. And it would be much of grand if he did of win. He does have a chance of it," notes Emilia. Her brother had done well last year in the Circuit. Seeing who Devlin is to ride against next,"A chance…but he is seeming to end up with tough of matches." Sitting up just a bit to see just how Devlin will fair against Gabriel. The start was a good one at least, with Devlin getting that first point in. And the only point in the tilt. Emilia actually shots Raelyn one of those corner tuggin smiles,"He is doing quite of well!" Such a 'smile' is given onwards towards Devlin, whether he might see it or not along with that round of clapping for him. A mild glance sent up to where Jaren sits, with Devlin advancing again.

Gabriel stays on his horse. That's about all he can say about his three passes against the Cassomir lancer. Giving the man a nod, he rides off to take a break since there will be one round between his next bout. Not what he would have hoped for but it was better than nothing.

Raimond Giraldi scores one minor strike against Thaddeus Greycen in the first pass, but despite feeling heartened by it, it seems that first blow to the head may have thrown him off, and certainly the second doesn't help, though again…he somehow manages to stay in the saddle, whether out of sheer stubbornness or luck. But when the third pass comes, and Thaddeus again blasts a lance to splinters, this time against his chest, Raimond is flung violently off the back of his horse, landing hard enough that he actually skids a bit in the dirt, and then…doesn't move. At all.

After a few moments, a group of healers on the sidelines rush out to him, lifting his visor, and after a cursory examination, their leader gives the signal that Raimond is, at least, alive. Though given the way they oh-so-carefully cradle his head and make every effort not to move his neck or spine as the get him onto a litter and carry him off, there are certainly serious concerns about his condition…from the healers, at least.

Thaddeus goes through the bout with Elrick. Thad gives a nod to his opponent before taking the lists against Raimond. With a bit of fire in his gut, mainly because of his poor showings in the past two bouts, the Greycen knight puts his full force into his attacks, landing all three and shattering two, with one is against the Giraldi's head. At the conclusion of the bout the Greycen turns to see the fallen knight and roars out, "HEALERS!" Though it seems they are quick enough to see when they are needed.

Raelyn, too, watches Devlin with some appreciation, nodding, and feeling the same thrill she often did while watching Jaren, … or her older brothers, before … things happened. She is delighted as he advances, "Yet, with Cassomir vigor, he seems to be holding up to those challenges well, sister-mine."

Evelyn inclines her head to Leander; he'd beaten her in the joust during the last Tourney and she'll not underestimate the young Knight in the least. She gives him a salute of honor, and then as the tilts begin they seem evenly matched, Leander getting one solid strike on her and breaking his lance, while she lands two in the first few tilts. On the last, as Evelyn breaks her own lance, she again inclines her head to Leander. "You've improved," she tells him. "Well run, Sir." Then she sees she's facing Jordan t'Acuto, and she readies herself for her opponent. "May you ride well, Sir," she tells him.

Emilia nods to Raelyn,"He is of holding up of well. But after having already of faced Sir of Gabriel." A small shrug. Devlin had fended off the Joust winner of Pacttia, and the prior years Circuit champ. Though when the Giraldi is laying upon the field for so long, Emilia does sit up a bit, especially with how he is carried off,"Hopefully he will of recover." Things did happen though…in these things.

"He has a chance, certainly, to take the joust," agrees Raelyn. Then, she, too, notices the gasp of the crowd and turns to look as Raimond is carted off the field, and cared for. She frowns, hard. "Those were some hard hits," she concurs. "I hope he will be well also. But they -do- have the best of healers on hand. I'm sure he will recover quickly, Emilia."

Tiadora offers a prayer for Raimond, her head bowed and fingers clicking her prayer beads. "I'm thankful that he had good armor on. And we have healers so quick to him." She sighs and settles back in her chair as he's taken out. "So many blows to the head. I hope he's not addled for good!"

When Evelyn sees Raimond fall, she dismounts and seems to prepare to go tend to him, before she remembers herself. There are other, far more skilled healers than her simple combat training available. She exhales, shaking her head, but knowing that the Giraldi will recieve good care. "One be with you," she whispers, before walking over towards Joffrey. She tells the man, "I hope he'll be alright. He's taken several hits to the head this Tourney. One of mine included." She frowns, some. Then, she tells Joffrey, trying to lighten some of the mood, "Yet, Sir Joffrey, I hope it is you or I who takes the joust. I do not know about you, but we cannot let the l'Corren have all the fun."

Joffrey t'Synclarre advances past Darren Haldis with third-turn shattering of his lance against the Duke's helm, but while Joffrey hates winning with shots to the head, he's at least aware that Darren did rather lean into it. Still, he offers his salute and congratulations, "Well jousted, Your Grace. Good luck in the remainder of the brackets."

Darren doesn't seem inclined to hold a grudge though, in this case…mostly because he barely hears Joffrey's farewell, returning the salute more on ingrained reflex. His attention is clearly on where Raimond is getting carried off (and Leander is now following after, looking concerned…which is not a common look for the younger brother)…and then a baleful glare is directed towards Thaddeus Greycen, before he moves off the sidelines with an audible growl.

There was a quick nod and a well wish to Evelyn…so long ago, but Leander is not concerned with losing now. Not in the least. He rode immediately to Raimond's side, dismounting from the horse in a near run as he rushes to the healers. Forget the damn joust…his brother is the most important priority now.

The Lancer is good but Michael proves to be the better hand with the lance, well at least marginally. He breaks a lance in their first pass but after that neither man lands a blow. "Well fought si-" he begins but the shout for healers cut him off. Both he and his opponent turn, and in a moment are off their horses and joining the circle of those gathered around the downed Giraldi. "One above," Michael breathes, sharing concerned glance with his lancer opponent.

<FS3> Aidric rolls Willpower: Good Success. (3 3 8 2 7 3 6 6 1 1 3)

Aidric manages to keep his composure as Thaddeus handily knocks the Giraldi from the lists. His face wears a neutral mien but inside he's smiling and counting coins as good as won.

At Evelyn's greeting and words, Joffrey nods, "Accidents do happen. But yes, I'm sure he'll receive the finest care." He dismounts and gives Evelyn's shoulder a brief clasp, "Well, I'm married to a l'Corren so I can't speak ill. But I'd be happy to make them..and her…proud." He smiles towards the l'Faust knight, "Either way, I wish you the best of luck, Sir Evelyn. You've done well in this tourney."

There is a particularly concerned look within Clara's countenance. But…she is no healer…and she had ensured that the best were on hand for all the tournaments. Still…it does little to dissuade the gloom of the event. Of course, there are others that just ranting and raving crazily for the victor. The brown eyes of the Tracano princess takes note…there may be talking tos, later.

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