(1866-12-18) Sunsreach Tourney: Joust Finals
Sunsreach Tourney: Joust Finals
Summary: The Jousting Finals for the Sunsreach Tournament.
Date: 1866-12-18
Related: The Royal Wedding and the other Sunsreach Tourney Logs
Players:
Aidric  Alina  Alysande  Clara  Darren  Devlin  Emilia  Evelyn  Gabriel  Jaren  Joffrey  Jordan  Michael  Raelyn  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.

1866-12-18

The night of the joust finals has come. The wind is high and bitingly cold tonight, and those in the stands are bundled up (as much as Rivanans do) for the showing.

In the stands the Queen and her King are bundled up against the cold but prepared to watch the finals ere the ball tomorrow evening.

Lady Alina l'Saigner is in the stands as well, though her cloak is open and allowing the wind to cool herself a bit. Bitingly cold for Rivana is simply chilly for Couviere, so the temperature does not bother her quite so much. She glances out over the field to catch sight of her husband.

With Devlin in the finals, Emilia is most assuradly in the stands. Dressed in her usual attire, that cloak born upon her shoulders with the bit of cold on the air. "Looks like he will be of facing of Sir of Joffery to start, shall be a close of match again..I am of thinking." Commenting to the usual crew she's been attending the tournament with this time around. A bit of warmed cider had with the cooler weather.

Another person who might be a bit more used to the weather than not is the princess Clara Tracano. As she had all throughout the tournament, she does not choose to sit in the Royal box…but instead, with her friends. Seated by Emilia, with a lighter green cloak on, more for looks than perhaps any sort of wind break, Clara leans over to look down upon the field. "Sir Joffrey? Your brother has his work cut out for him to start with, doesn't he?"

For now, Gabriel remains on the sidelines, his gaze going to the stands where his wife is seated. Giving her a smile, even if she can't see it. Then his attention shifts to the field, waiting to watch his brother ride against the Rivanan, Thaddeus. He hoped that Michael would pull out a win here, he wanted to see his brother claim Circuit Champion. Back to back champions would be a huge boon to House l'Corren.

Tristan relaxes in the Royal box. Idly, he remarks, "I certainly hope Thaddeus can put the l'Corren down. How wonderful it would be to have a Rivanan champion." Besides, he had money on the man. Especially after his performances earlier in the week.

Tiadora appears comfortable in heavy furs from her northern forests. The hot cider is cupped in her hands as she and the other ladies settle in their boxes. "I am sure he'll do marvelous again," she says with a soft smile, her cheeks dimpling slightly.

Thaddeus enters as instructed, again clad in plate and simply awaiting further instructions to ride. His surcoat has been cleaned and his armor brought back to where it needs to be for presentation. His grey stallion is a little impatient, but the Greycen knight has him under control.

Michael l'Corren isn't bothered by the cold. Nor, like some does he bear Thaddeus ill-will for what befell Sir Raimond. Tourneys were dangerous and the heir to Murnord had seen worse happen to men for less reason. Still, while he did not blame the man, he was cautious of him. Thaddeus was a skilled opponent and one who would take care, skill and the blessing of the One to defeat. So, Michael prays before his bout, kneeling with his sun medallion in his hands, he kisses it then tucks it away in his armor, then turning to the stand he finds his wife and kisses the blue and white garter he has wrapped around his hand. Then, he mounts up, takes a long slow breath and collects his lance.

Raelyn is once again sitting next to her sister, commenting, "Another tough opponent. But, nothing Devlin cannot handle. I'm sure Jaren gave him some pointers," easily enough. She smiles, "Either way, it'll be a fine joust, I'm certain."

Evelyn l'Faust inclines her head to Jordan, as she readies to face him in the finals and the tilt. Her eyes search the field, then the stands briefly, before once again focusing on her opponent. She tells Jordan, "Let us give the crowd something to watch, Sir Jordan. It will be a fine tilt. May the One watch over us both," something said after the memory of what happened to Sir Raimond. She again murmurs to her steed, patting it's neck and reassuring it, before readying to run.

Joffrey t'Synclarre makes his way to the jousting field, offering his salute to the Royals, the crowd, and his opponent. Hearing the roars of the crowd, he smiles over towards Devlin and notes, "I somehow don't think I'm the favored one in this particular match, Sir. I hope you will forgive me if I make my best attempt to dissapoint the crowd in regards to the victor here." His tone is laced with warm humor, accompanied by a smile of equal parts wry and sincere. "Best of luck to you, Sir, and may the One keep us safe, and allow that we will give our best in this contest." And with that, he moves to his starting position and lowers his visor, awaiting the starting signal.

Devil Cassomir grins back towards Joffrey, "They probably have me mixed up with my brother, Sir. Or at least I can say it's not something I'm quite used to." He returns Joffrey's salute and adds, "And I won't hold it against you, but you'll have to forgive me if I aim to keep them happy." He nods in regards to Joffrey's hopes for safety, and then moves to his own starting block.

Aidric is dressed warmly in black furs and wool, but is in a fine mood as he sips mulled wine from a warm cup. "Yes, it would be nice. Especially since this is on home ground," he remarks to Tristan. Though what he really wants to see is Thaddeus laying out the Haldis duke like he'd done with the duke's brother.

In the waiting area, Duke Darren Haldis waits as a squire finishes strapping on his full plate armor. He's not as enraged as he was a few days ago, mostly because he now knows his half-brother Raimond Giraldi will survive and won't likely be permanently damaged by coming out on the wrong end of a joust with Thaddeus Greycen. But that still hasn't completely quelled his hope that Thaddeus will win this next round so he can face him again. So he watches that match in particular quite intently.

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Michael with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance but Thaddeus DODGES!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Jordan with Tourney Lance - Critical wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Joffrey with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Jordan with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Michael with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Leg (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Joffrey with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Michael with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Jordan with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Joffrey with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance but Thaddeus DODGES!
<COMBAT> Michael attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Joffrey with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Leg (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Michael with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Jordan with Tourney Lance and MISSES!

Emilia nods to Clara,"Of aye, he does. But he of has faced much of formidable knights in of the earlier brackets to get of here. " Nodding as well to Tiadora and Raelyn,"I am betting Jaren had of a few of pointers to of give." Sipping some on her cider as the knights have the horses take their marks and take up their lances for the first round. Devlin getting the first point, but then it evens out in that second round. the 'touched' Cassomir leaning foreward a bit as more rounds are needed to decide the match. It was a close one again! And then there is a bit of a sigh as the lance breaks upon Devlin,"So of close. But he could of pull it of out of yet."

Tiadora is clearly crestfallen as Devlin loses on the final pass. She lets out a heavy sigh and tries to smile at the Cassomir sisters. "True. I am glad Sir Thaddeus is doing good though." A consolation.

Joffrey and Devlin share a good match, with both scoring hits upon each other, though ultimately Joffrey carries the round with a lance broken against Devlin's midsection, allowing him to advance on points. "Well ridden, Sir! Perhaps we will yet meet again in this tourney. Good luck to you." He salutes Devlin, and moves off to await the outcomes of the remaining bouts.

Devlin returns the sentiment, not seeming too upset about the outcome, "And you as well, Sir. I don't hold high hope of claiming victory over you in the end, but we shall see, I suppose." He's not out of the Joust yet, that's for sure!

A sick feeling goes through Gabriel's stomach as he sees Thaddeus beat Michael on points. Oh, he had hopes for his brother. Hopes that Michael would find his own glory and be able to find some measure of happiness from that. Nodding to his brother, he calls out, "I will do what I can to honor you, brother." Grabbing a lance, he rides out to the field and squares off against Evelyn. He salutes the woman and then grits his teeth. He had to try to win this. For Michael at least.

There is a nod in return…Clara's head bobbing within the hood of the cloak. "Oh…it is possible." A glance is cast to Tiadora…and, despite herself, a grin slowly plays across her lips. "Oh, don't worry so much, dear Tia. Your knight in shining armor is still in it yet!" Seems a light tease…all in good fun.

Michael rides three times against Thaddeus and each time he can't find his way past the man's shield to strike him. He loses the match and the Circuit too most likely. His head hangs a moment as he reaches the end of the lists. So close, he almost had it. Still, the sting was not as deep as it might have been. Maybe there was hope in that? Who knew, either way, he turns and salutes his foe, "Well fought sir, best win it all, you hear me?" then a glance for where the Duke of Eastfield stands as he adds to Thaddeus, "And knock him on his ass for me."

"He knows he has the ability," agrees Raelyn to Emilia. "And he'll be pleased enough he wasn't unhorsed, or allowed a lance to be broken against him in that run, I think." Still, the Viscountess remarks, "It would certainly be good to see a Cassomir reclaim the joust from the front runners of late."

Evelyn manages to score a single blow against the t'Acuto heir, which wins her advancement. Still, it was not an overly decisive victory, and she gives Jordan his due, "A fine tilt," she praises him. Then, as she sees she'll be facing Gabriel again, she once again steels herself. "Sir Gabriel." It is all she needs to say, in her mind. She's been outspoken enough, both to Gabriel, and to others, of her thoughts of the man's skill. She inclines her head, and waits for the call.

Thaddeus runs his three passes and scores a couple of hits. As Michael approaches him after the bout, he nods and raises his visor. "I will do my best. And I will gladly do so if I can. You need not ask!" He grins and lowers his visor and salutes, ready to prepare for another set of passes.

Darren smiles grimly as he places his helmet on and secures its' straps with the help of his squire. He climbs aboard his massive black Haldis Charger and moves to the field, saluting the royal box, and then Thaddeus with his visor lifted, though the smile is clearly purely polite, carrying little warmth. "Joust well, Lord Thaddeus. You'll need to, tonight." And with that, he readies himself for the charge.

Tiadora mutters as she looks down, "He's our knight, not my knight." She tries to hide the color in her cheeks. "But still. He may pull it off."

Aidric puts aside his wine to applaud Thaddeus' win. "Well done, well done!" he calls to the heir of Seaguard before he pauses to take note that Devlin had lost. The Cassomirs may not have much love for him (minus an exception) but they were Rivanan. He hoped the knight would rally in later rounds. Then picking up his cup he smiles as the fight between Thaddeus and Darren is set to begin.

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Darren with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Gabriel with Tourney Lance - Critical wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Darren attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Darren with Tourney Lance but Darren DODGES!
<COMBAT> Darren attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Gabriel with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Gabriel with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Darren attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Darren with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

"Of aye, he is not of out of yet," Emilia says. Though if she actually caught the knight in shining armor comments, she doesn't seem to give any mind to it. A nod goes to Raelyn,"Of aye, he will be of pleased with that." No randsom to pay! "It would be of good, and I think please of Jaren as of well, not just of the Cassomir Viscountess." A hint of tease perhaps there for her sister. "Least Devlin will get of a bit of a break before he must face of another." Watching these nexts rounds with some interest to see just who Devlin would end up facing. "That Sir of Evelyn has been making quite of showing this of past few of events…" mildly making note.

Michael frowns from the sidelines as he watches Thaddeus lose in points to Darren and his brother lose to Evelyn. He was glad for Evelyn, if anyone deserved a win it was Evelyn, but, damn, this was his brother's last tourney. Seeking to catch his brother's eye, he gives him a nod of support, riding up to him. "Sorry brother," he says. "You could always change your mind about next year," he suggests knowing what his brother is likely to say to that.

While he takes some small bit of satisfaction in eliminating Thaddeus Greycen from the lists, Darren Haldis does sound sincere when he adds, "Well ridden, Lord Thaddeus. And you've done a damn fine job on the Circuit this year. Congratulations." And with another salute, Darren moves towards his next match. He offers a new salute to the Royals and then to Evelyn, "Well met, Sir. I've always had high regard for your Lightning Brigade. Show me how correct I am to do so." He smiles, quite a bit more congenial than he was with Thaddeus, before he lowers his visor and readies himself.

Joffrey frowns a touch as he waits for his next match. Mostly because he was hoping Gabriel would advance. Ah well…such are the fickle fortunes of the Tourney Field. Now his attention turns towards Darren and Evelyn's match, watching it quite intently.

Aidric slams a fist down on the arm of his chair. "Damn," he curses as Darren defeats Thaddeus, and more than that escapes unscathed. He settles back and drums his fingers on the chair finding himself now firmly in the camp of Team Devlin as he didn't want to see a northerner or Duke Darren take the joust.

Thaddeus frowns as his lance fails to score him any points, but he does meet with his opponent and nods, "You as well, your grace. And thank you. Inform your brother that he need not worry about a ransom. If he requires any aid, please let me know." He holds back a little anger at losing, but he gives the requisite salutes before retiring.

Gabriel ends up losing to Evelyn in points. He nods to her, smiling. He was glad for that at least. If he was going to go out, he'd rather it be on points than on his ass. "Go win it all, Evelyn." Then he rides over to Michael and shrugs. "It is what it is. And the hell with next year. I can't risk getting laid out like that Giraldi, not with the children to worry over. Alina's got another one on the way, and I doubt she would be very happy if I got myself hurt in some damn fool competition that wasn't for Sidhe Steel." He grins. "Oh well, we can always hope Evelyn wins out from here."

"Has she?" Inquires Raelyn, curiously. "She has shown some skill," she admits, "But you know I don't always have time to attend these wonderful events, or compete in them." She nods, "Devlin can take any of them, as long as he keeps his head, I think."

Evelyn, meanwhile, focuses. She may be unaware this is Gabriel's last Tourney, but she beat him once in the melee, and that has given her confidence. Confidence enough that her lance shatters upon their first hit. The other two tilts are just not losing her focus, to take the run. She smiles at Gabriel, nodding warmly. "Thank you." And she moves her horse, murmuring promises to it before her next tilt.

<COMBAT> Darren attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Darren with Tourney Lance but Darren DODGES!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Darren with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Darren attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Right Arm.
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Darren with Tourney Lance but Darren DODGES!
<COMBAT> Darren attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Darren with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Darren attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

Emilia gives a small nod to Raelyn,"Of aye, she has. And of aye, I am of knowing of that." Emilia had tended a fair few events without much in the way of family in the past year. "Devlin does of have of a chance. He has of the skill for it, but they will all be of tough of matches." With Evelyn and Darren begining their match, Emilia does pay close attention…Devlin will end up facing one of them. And both would be formidable. And Evelyn it is!

Darren seems to take his defeat in good spirits, saluting Evelyn once more and calling out, "Well ridden, Sir Evelyn. Find me later and I'll buy you and your friends a round to celebrate. And I'll hope for your victory, so I can at least say I was knocked out by the winnner." He jests, lifting a hand and moving off the field.

"You're right," says Raelyn to her sister, nodding. "Sir Evelyn is quite formidable," after watching the match with the Duke, and the Knight. "Let us hope that she does not have such skill against our brother. Or, perhaps, our brother is more skilled than she?" She grins, some, "Either way, it's been a wonderful jousting event."

Evelyn manages to come out the victor. Barely. She exhales, nodding to Darren, "Of that, you can be certain, Your Grace. An honor to ride against you. And, I shall do my best to see to your wishes," she assures him, but there's little time for jesting. She has an event to win.

Devlin smiles as Evelyn lines up against him, offering his salutes to the Royals and to Evelyn, "You've had a great Joust so far, Sir Evelyn. I hope you won't think too poorly of me if I do my damndest to end your run here, though." There's no malice in his tone though, "Ride well, Sir. May the best Knight win!"

Michael grins as Evelyn bests the Duke of Eastfield. "Ha," he smiles to those Couvieri nearby. Evelyn l'Faust taking the joust, that was something he could live with if it wasn't to be a l'Corren.

Michael grins as Evelyn bests the Duke of Eastfield. "Ha," he smiles to those Couvieri nearby. Evelyn l'Faust and Joffrey battling for the winner of the joust, that was something he could live with, even if it wasn't to be a l'Corren.

Tiadora comments to the ladies, "I do hope my brother can bring the Circuit to Falconholme soon. It would be fun to see the games at home. Such excitement can only help our countrymen want to be part of the world as a whole." She sits on the edge of her seat as the last few bouts prepare. Her breath is held.

Tristan Tracano, allows a few coins to slip from his hand to the crowd nearby. As well as a few whispered words. It starts off slowly at first, but the word "DEV-LIN" begins to be chanted by the entire crowd.

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!

"Of aye, it has of been. Lots of good and close of matches." And a few unhorsings to spice things up in the brackets days before. Emilia setting up a bit as Devlin moves to begin this next match. It was important, he was the last Rivanian standing! A nod goes towards Tiadora,"That would be much of exciting. We hold of smaller of tournaments in Ironhold, it is quite of something. Even with just of them." Off circuit affairs. When Evelyn gets that first point, Emilia's lips twitch, a minor murmur,"You can of do it, Devlin." Certainly lost when that chant starts up with his name. There is a sight though as it proves out to be the only point scored and Devlin loses on points. "Was of close…he did quite of well." But there is still a bit of disappointment…there will be no Rivanians in the final match.

"Well, it's going to a Couvieri now," Aidric sighs as he watches Devlin be defeated by the northerner. He shakes his head and drinks down the rest of his wine to drown his sorrows.

"Well it's going to a Couvieri now," Michael grins to his countrymen when Evelyn ekes out a win against the Cassomir and goes on to fight his brother-in-law in the final match, or matches, of the night.

And with the last knight of Rivana out, many amongst the crowds actually start to leave. Not seeming to particularly care who wins this last match it would seem.

Aaaand that takes the wind out of the crowd's sails. There's a palpable sense of disappointment that filters through a good portion of it, and indeed people almost immediately start to depart the stands as the outcome of Evelyn and Devlin's match becomes clear. Perhaps not as much of a clear-out as the duels enjoyed, but still certainly a rapid thinning as many people run out of anyone to root for. And it wasn't even a good final match for Devlin. Bah humbug. One might imagine that if Alysande didn't have a little more self control in public she might be cursing in that Royal box. As it stands, those close will notice she has a white-knuckled grip on her wine goblet.

Devlin looks a bit sheepish when his visor is raised, offering a salute to Evelyn and chuckling, "Ah well, I guess I'll have to settle for being the Knight that failed the hopes of his nation tonight." It's humor in his tone, rather than bitterness, though. Well…mostly humor. Maybe a tiny bit of bitterness. But not really at Evelyn so much as himself. "Good luck to you."

Tiadora sulks. As only a disappointed teenage girl can. Her arms fold over her broad chest.

Raelyn takes up the chant, with the rest of the crowd, of course, and even encourages Emilia to do it as well. But the Couveri seems too agile for her brother. And, Raelyn ends up clapping loudly for the effort of both knights, even if her brother did not win, he still had a damn good showing in the joust.

Evelyn maintains her focus, utilizing that mentality she'd found to best Gabriel. And while she's unable to land a telling blow against Devlin, the first hit seems to be the note on which she advances. She exhales, loudly, and nods once to Devlin. "Well done, Sir. An honor." She nods her head deeply to him, then looks on to Joffrey as she seems set to face him yet again. Yet this time, there are truly different stakes on the line. "Sir Joffrey. I've come to far now," she tells him, with a smile on her lips, and some steel in her voice. She doesn't seem to care that some of the 'home crowd' may be leaving. "However it ends, One watch over us both."

<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Joffrey with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Joffrey with Tourney Lance but Joffrey DODGES!
<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Joffrey with Tourney Lance but Joffrey DODGES!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Joffrey with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Joffrey attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

Joffrey moves to his starting block and salutes Evelyn, "You've done quite well, Sir Evelyn. It's an honor to see you here in the finals. Either way, it'll be a victory for Couviere tonight. But don't think that means I'll go easy on you!" He chuckles, "Gwen would be cross with me if I did." And then the match begins, and while not the most spectacular of matches, it's still a close one. Ultimately, though, Joffrey edges out on points. He returns to his position and salutes, "Well done, Evelyn. You've done your House and your Kingdom proud." He smiles to her, and then moves to effectively make his "victory lap." Not that too many people are caring by that point, but it's ceremony.

The cheer…well Emilia just isn't one to have taken it up, Raelyn earning a bit of a stoic look from her sister somewhere in there at the encouragement. But with the bout between Evelyn and Joffery starting up she does suggest,"Shall we of make of our way to see of Devlin?" Moving other feet before the final tilt is reach, though perhaps not completely gone when that victory lap is being taken,"Least it seems the person who first of beat him is of the winner. That is of something." Onwards for the evening!

Up in the royal box, Jaren leans over and murmurs something to Alysande that seems to brighten her considerably. Possibly in regards to the overall Circuit Championship. At least if he's tallied the points in his head correctly.

Evelyn can't be disappointed in herself, she knows. Still - victory was so close. She dwells on that fact a few moments, before pushing it aside, and telling Joffrey, "I'm pleased you won, Sir Joffrey. A victory well earned. Congratulations," she says, earnestly. "And thank you. For everything." She smiles, sharply, and then she begins to head to get out of her armor, and see to her horse. And likely greet someone who will no doubt be coming to see her, very shortly.

Tiadora smiles at Emi. "He did really well. I'll see you later then? Before the final parade and all?" She wraps herself in her cloak as she stands.

Emilia nods to Tiadora,"Of aye, he did. And most of certainly, Tiadora. Be of well and the One watch of over you, until of later." Giving her friend one of those odd corner tugging 'smiles'.

Aidric had manners enough to stay for the final bout, but, now that it is over, he stands. "Good night, Tris," he says to Tristan before heading down to walk Tiadora back to the Gerrell manse if that's where she's headed.

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