(1867-03-04) Venderos Tourney: Joust Preliminaries
Venderos Tourney: Joust Preliminaries
Summary: The Joust Preliminaries for the Venderos Tournament of 1867
Date: 1867-03-04
Related: All Other Venderos Tournament Logs for 1867
Players:
Alexandra  Antonia  Clara  Darren  Devlin  Emilia  Evelyn  Ivan  Jonathan  Leander  Liam  Michael  Quentyn  Raimond  Samuel  Thaddeus  Tiadora  

Tourney Grounds - Venderos

The tournament grounds stand ready for use at a moment's notice. The stands are setup with the nobles sitting in the center, with the absolute best seats of course reserved for the royals and their guests. 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 royals 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 nobles to sit upon. Among the rows are those who are bringing beverage and refreshments. To discourage any unsavory elements within the stands, armed guards are stationed every ten feet. This visible reminder lends an air of discipline to the arena grounds.

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. Yet, the dirt remains only within the center, as the pavilions, benches and even the rails seem free of dust…a nearly impossible task made possible. 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.

1867-03-04

The Joust Preliminaries may not be a champion crowning event, but they still attract quite a healthy crowd as they watch the various knights jockey to see who will make it into the brackets at the end of the day…or those that may be squires competing before earning their spurs…there's always an interest in who might be a future champion, after all! However, the Preliminaries do take up most of the day, weeding out a great many Knights as they pass, and as such, it's impossible for the Prince to remain there all day, and much of the proceedings are overseen by a functionary if none of the Prince's family are present. However, as many of the more famed and experienced knights are competing towards the end of the day, the Prince's heir, Prince Ivan (III), eventually arrives to take up those duties, watching with interest while sipping warm tea and occasionally conversing with those guests that have the standing invitation to the royal viewing box (meaning Ducal level nobles, to include their heirs and spouses and such). It remains to be seen if he completely shares his father's brilliance, but the young man is certainly bright and charming, and well-versed in courtly etiquette and diplomacy.

Meanwhile, the Knights below come and go from the seven different areas that have been put aside for jousting on this rather massive field. Indeed during the preliminaries it's nigh-impossible for the crowds to see ALL the action (unless you're up in the Royal seating), so it tends to be more "follow your favorite knights". It's much more laid-back than the brackets and finals, but no less enthusiastic.

In any case, the prelims are nearing their final phase, and several of the more renowned knights (and at least one squire) remain to compete. Ivan doesn't waste any time in indicating for the proceedings to continue without any further interference from him.

Settled amongst the stands, Emilia certainly had found a seat to help keep tabs on her brother's matches when they came around. And then that other brother's squires as possible, cause sorry..Devlin > Quentyn and Liam. Thankfully the second pairing wasn't to far away. She does lean forward a little as she watches the knights begin to take their places a glance to the others, meaning Tiadora and Clara,"Hopefully he," meaning her brother,"will be of doing of well yet. He did rather of well in the earlier of rounds today."

In all Michael has done well in the earlier matches of the day and is quite ready for the tilts that yet await him. He has switched from his spirited Alhazred to his towering but reliable l'Corren destrier for the day's jousting, it cuts a less fantastic figure but he knows its temperament and pace better and that is always to one's advantage. As he waits for his tilt Michael strokes the mane of his destrier, standing at his side to give the horse a break from the weight of man and armor on his back.

When it is announced he will be facing the Duke of Eastfield, Michael grins and pats his horse's flank. "Shall we?" He vaults into the saddle and a few moments later his squire has armed him with lance and shield and he is riding forth to the lists to make his salutes then charge.

While Evelyn l'Faust had not managed to make the Free For All event, she has shown up for the joust. She has rested between runs, and now, mounted on her horse, waits, opposite Elrick for the call to go to charge on the first pass. Elrick receives a nod from the Knight, she knows him well. Considers him a friend. But the look of determination on her features suggest he's going to have to earn a win from her, and that maybe that friendship is actually challenging her more. She closes her visor, and readies her mount.

Among the knights who prepare for this next final phase of the joust preliminaries is also Sir Antonia l'Valdan, already seated on her horse, a white courser, she wearing the darker steel of a half plate armor that has been made especially for her by a Couvieri armor smith, with falcons etched onto the pouldrons, and the falcon theme even echoed in the design of the helmet; a helmet which is for now held beneath her arm as she scans the stands and royal boxes with her grey eyes for any familiar faces. Her own dark blonde hair has been braided and then put up as to make as little fuss as possible with the helmet, but even now as it is on display, it glows in the early Marse sun. Her features twist into a smile when she spots her husband, Prince Silvio up there, among the Couvieri delegation of spectators, and her hand goes to the right arm, checking if the handkerchief in l'Valdan colors still is in place.

When her name is called by the herald for the next pairing, Antonia l'Valdan rides forth, after receiving the shield sporting l'Valdan white and blue from a squire, as well as the lance. Her mien shows her focus on the impending tilt, the glance she shoots her opponent, Sir Jonathan t'Marren, showing respect as she dips the lance in salute. Not a single word leaves her lips, when she lowers the visor, shaped in the form of a beak, her frame of vision impaired now to see just what lies ahead of her. The left hand tightens about the reins, and Antonia exhales, lowering the lance then, as she spurs her white steed on, the horse soon picking up speed, as the female Princess knight on its back takes aim, and braces herself for the impact.

Tiadora sits with the other young ladies from Rivana to cheer the Knights (and Squire) on. Her face falls on hearing the match ups, a pout on her lips. "Yes, but poor Liam," she says. "Against Sir Quentyn?" But like Emilia, there's more focus on Raimond and Devlin's bout. "Oh I hope your brother does well. I'd hate to be bad luck cheering for him again.." She brushes her hand over the demure hood covering her dark hair and sighs, just a little.

Among those notable knights - and likely the only one from Lonnaire - is Jonathan t'Maren, seated astride his charger, armored and dressed in the black and red of his House. He's done reasonably well in the tilts thus far, though not exceptionally so - the heir to Bloodfield is more swordsman than horseman, but he holds his own in the joust as well as anyone. Besides, it's a good day. He's been breathing a little easier since the bareknuckle, and he's relaxed a bit, perhaps.

His opponent, it seems, is one of the rather few women on the field today, and a princess at that. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he matches Antonia's silence, simply hefting his lance and taking aim.

Thaddeus sits with the other knights, holding his helm under an arm while Gawain waits nearby with a lance. He grins as he waits, ready for a chance to actually get some points for himself this season, but instead of saying anything, he puts on his helm and reaches for his lance after raising the visor.

Looking rather relaxed as he gets ready for this event, Samuel is unable to hold back a brief grin as he hears who he will be facing next. Patting Miramis, his horse, for a few moments, before getting ready. There's a brief grin and a nod offered to Thaddeus as well. "We meet again, Sir." Taking the few moments to get himself ready.

Raimond Giraldi moves to the starting position for his first preliminary joust, giving a lift of his visor in salute to Sir Devlin, and a fairly warm smile, "Well met, Sir Devlin! Luck to us both, I suppose." He accepts the lance from his squire, and lowers his visor, and gives his steed a touch of his heels to begin the charge!

Darren Haldis can't help but smirk a bit when he realizes he's facing the l'Corren heir, and he brings his big Haldis Charger about to his own starting position, and salutes, "Well met, Sir Michael. Can't say I'm not looking forward to this." He does enjoy a challenge, and his father spoke of Duke Cesare with respect. That goes a long way in Eastfield, at least with Darren.

Quentyn Bazan looks like the cat that ate the canary as he takes up his own starting position, grinning across the field at Liam Haldis, the fellow who now squires for the Knight who once trained him. "You, know, the Circuit official I bribed to joust you first really looked at a loss as to why I might want to. But thankfully that means I didn't have to spend much, either." Knowing Quentyn, there's about a 50/50 chance that's true, and either way his smile is entirely good-natured, even affectionate towards the younger man, "Now let's see what his majesty has taught you!"

Reaching over to pat the feline companion before mounting the charger, Leander rides over to take his spot, flashing a wry grin as he offers a nod to his female opponent. He doesn't speak, but he does offer a sort of salute as the helm is placed. He's as ready as ever.

Preparing to face one of the seemingly endless Giraldis is Sir Alexandra t'Artan, making a great show of the black and crimson colors of her house. She's grinning as she gets up on her mount - astride, of course. Sidesaddle is still for losers. That grin disappears under her hemet as she faces her opponent. "Sir Leander," she says with a little laugh. "Take your shot."

Liam salutes Quentyn and a wry grin crosses his face. "Bribery, Sir Quentyn?" he tsks. "Let me show you what I've learned, then." And he moves his horse to prepare for the charge.

The Tracano princess leans forward to watch. "Devlin certainly looks well. But he has a formidable opponent out there. This should be good."

Tiadora blinks and draws back in surprise. "Is Liam actually -smiling-," she asks the girls.

<COMBAT> Leander attacks Alexandra with Tourney Lance but Alexandra DODGES!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Darren with Tourney Lance but Darren DODGES!

<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Antonia with Tourney Lance but Antonia DODGES!

<COMBAT> Samuel attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Right Hand stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Quentyn attacks Liam with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Left Arm.

<COMBAT> Darren attacks Michael with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Samuel with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance but Devlin DODGES!

<COMBAT> Liam attacks Quentyn with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance but Elrick DODGES!

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Antonia attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Alexandra attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Right Hand stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Liam attacks Quentyn with Tourney Lance and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Leander attacks Alexandra with Tourney Lance but Alexandra DODGES!

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Quentyn attacks Liam with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Darren with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Antonia with Tourney Lance but Antonia DODGES!

<COMBAT> Antonia attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance but Jonathan DODGES!

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Samuel with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Samuel attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance but Thaddeus DODGES!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Left Leg (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Darren attacks Michael with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Alexandra attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Darren has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Alexandra attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Quentyn attacks Liam with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Leander attacks Alexandra with Tourney Lance but Alexandra DODGES!

<COMBAT> Antonia attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance but Jonathan DODGES!

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Samuel with Tourney Lance and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Antonia with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Right Arm.

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance but Elrick DODGES!

<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance but Raimond DODGES!

<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Liam attacks Quentyn with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!

<COMBAT> Samuel attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance but Thaddeus DODGES!

Emilia manages a faint shrug,"I of imagine he does not of mind of it, Sir of Quentyn was of squiring of to mine-brother of well. It is of a fitting of match in of a way. Though I of imagine they have practiced of together of before, should make it of interesting." She shakes her head a little,"Tiadora, you are not being of bad of luck." A nod goes to Clara,"Of true, Sir of Raimond has done of well of enough too. Should be of a good match." A glance towards Tiadora,"Of aye….it is not of odd to see him of smile?" Almost not sure on that matter. He had rather lived with her family long enough as Jaren's squire that it didn't seem an odd thing to her. But then horses are thundering! Dark eyes follow the rounds between Devlin and Raimond rather intently, proper clapping when Devlin's lance does get those strikes in on the Giraldi each time.

The first pass with the Duke goes in the Duke's favor with Michael reeling with a lance blow to the helm. Though the second is more to the l'Corren's liking his lance strikes Darren hard in the chest carrying him from the saddle and into the dirt. Michael grins behind his visor and raises his broken lance high as he comes to the end of the lists. He turns then to see if the Duke is injured, and if he is not, Michael tosses the ruined lance to the crowd for it to be fought over as a sovenier for some lucky spectator.

Antonia spurs her white courser on, lance aimed to unhorse. Her grey eyes widen in the moment she sees Sir Jonathan t'Maren's lance rushing in her direction, and she tenses, then shifts just so, thereby evading his lance by mere inches. Her own lance does not even connect, missing her opponent. The next pass both Antonia and Jonathan manage to dodge the lances, but it will be in the next, deciding pass that the t'Maren's lance hits home, leaving a painful bruise on Antonia l'Valdan's arm. Reaching the end of the list, she wheels her horse about and raises her lance in acknowledgement of his win. "Well ridden, Sir Jonathan!", Antonia calls, after raising her visor, her grey eyes giving the knight a glance of respect. Before she rides off to prepare for the next round - and the next opponent.

Going through three passes without so much as a scratch on either side must be frustrating, but Alexandra seems just as happy as ever when she finishes her round with Leander. "Terrific display of horsemanship, wasn't it?" The crowd likely isn't quite so impressed, but she's still smiling, even if it seems a little less sincere than before. Still, there's a round or two left to go, and her next opponent will probably be hit with a little more force. She didn't come here to waste her time.

"One be with you," Evelyn calls to Elrick, as she charges. They seem -very- evenly matched, both Knights on their game as the first pass neither are able to find a scoring hit. Their second pass, Evelyn's able to hit Elrick - not nearly as hard as she'd have liked, but as she's able to deflect his hit? It's good enough for her. She turns her mount for the third, and last pass, riding hard and trying to land that defining blow — and fails to do so, but at the benefit of shifting her weight just so to evade Elrick's own lance. It's not a huge win margin, but it is a win. "Very well ridden, Sir," she tells Elrick. "I salute you."

Three passes…and not a damned hit. Not even a brush, while Leander took shots throughout. The grin is still there, but not as cocky. With a chuckle, partly at his poor performance, Leander offers a short bow from the saddle. "well struck, good Sir. I shall take my shot at another time." Knowing Leander…he may not be speaking of jousting.

Not managing to get much of a hit in the first pass, Samuel thankfully doesn't take too much of a hit either. In the second one, however, he takes a solid strike from the Greycen's lance to the chest, and looks like he's about to slide out of the saddle, but managing to stay in the saddle somehow. Moving out there for the third one, he manages to avoid getting hit, but like the other two, his own lance doesn't hit anything. "Well struck, Sir," he calls out to the Greycen, offering the man another brief grin and a polite nod.

Liam grins broadly— he may not have unhorsed Quentyn, but he's won on points. He salutes his knight's former squire and moves off to prepare himself for the next bout.

Thaddeus lowers the visor and charges on command. Upon finishing his passes he nods to Samuel in greeting after hte pass and says, "Good luck to you in other contests." With that, he returns to prepare for the next round.

She's a good rider, Jonathan must concede to himself after the first two passes with Antonia - passes in which neither lance so much as makes contact with the other. Still, his eyes narrow, and he focuses a bit more in the final pass, scoring a single solid hit, at least. Enough to win the tilt, to the extent such things matter in the preliminaries. "Likewise, Sir Antonia," he replies, softly, before turning to face his next adversary. Michael l'Corren - the man he struck down in the free-for-all, but also, the man who just unhorsed the Duke of Eastfield. Well, then.

Tiadora claps for the showings. "They were all quite evenly matched," she says brightly. "I hope he does well against Sir Antonia." She makes a face afterwards at the oddity of sir and a womanly name behind it. "This is quite fun though."

So it is Devlin Cassomir - again - whom Antonia l'Valdan will be riding against in this round. Her grey eyes drift towards the knight, he the younger brother of the King of Rivana who will now ride against the wife of a Couvieri Prince. How fitting! Her visor is lowered, lance lowered as well in a brief dip of a salute. Antonia exhales, gathering her focus, her left hand tugging at the reins to keep her white courser in check. The steed has a temper, and even its rider seems more intent to win this particular round.

To say Darren Haldis is surprised would not actually be accurate. He knows Michael is a formidable knight. Even so, he's a little embarrassed and a little angry that he was unhorsed in his first ride in a couple of years. That simply won't do. Still, he salutes Michael and manages at least a polite smile, "Well struck, Sir Michael." He notes as he makes his way off the field to retrieve his horse and prepare for his next opponent…Sir Alexandra t'Artan.

Raimond and Devlin's match is inconclusive, with both scoring minor hits, they part with salutes and congratulations, and then Devlin moves to face Princess Antonia l'Valdan, and Raimond moves to face…oh joy, Thaddeus Greycen.

Devlin salutes Antonia, "Well met, Sir. The One watch over us…and give us the strength for a good joust." Somewhere in the back of his head he realizes he actually came fairly close to being sort-of-related to Antonia via a marriage that didn't quite happen. It's a fleeting thought, though. Soon the visor is lowered and the charge begins!

Raimond chuckles a bit, and salutes Thaddeus Greycen, "We meet again, Sir. I'll try not to place my head directly in front of your lance this time, but I make no promises." And with visors lowered and lance retrieved, he charges!

"Nicely done. I won't go so easy on you next time!" Quentyn teases Liam, knowing full well he hadn't been going easy on the squire, who actually scored one more hit than he did. "Now try to knock someone off their horse. I've got coin on you." He teases once more, and then moves off to face…Sir Elrick t'Tremaine. Quentyn does grow more serious at that, dimming his smile from mischievious to diplomatically polite, "Well met, Sir." And that's all he offers besides the salute of the lifted visor, before he lowers it, takes up lance and shield, and begins the next round.

That wry grin of Leander's, though dimmed, brightens once more as he takes his spot…and spies another vision of female loveliness at the opposite end. A tap to the forehead with a gauntlet as a salute, Leander calls out. "Good luck to you, Sir! May we both ride true and really provide a thrill!" Again…subtle double meaning.

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Quentyn with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Antonia with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Darren attacks Alexandra with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Right Leg stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Quentyn attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Samuel attacks Liam with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance but Thaddeus DODGES!

<COMBAT> Leander attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Alexandra attacks Darren with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Liam attacks Samuel with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Left Hand.

<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Michael with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance but Jonathan DODGES!

<COMBAT> Antonia attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Left Hand stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Quentyn attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Darren attacks Alexandra with Tourney Lance but Alexandra DODGES!

<COMBAT> Samuel attacks Liam with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Michael with Tourney Lance but Michael DODGES!

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Quentyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Liam attacks Samuel with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Leander attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Antonia attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Alexandra attacks Darren with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Left Hand stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Antonia with Tourney Lance but Antonia DODGES!

<COMBAT> Leander attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!

<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Michael with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Antonia attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Samuel attacks Liam with Tourney Lance but Liam DODGES!

<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Antonia with Tourney Lance but Antonia DODGES!

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance but Raimond DODGES!

<COMBAT> Quentyn attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance but Elrick DODGES!

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Quentyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Alexandra attacks Darren with Tourney Lance but Darren DODGES!

<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Liam attacks Samuel with Tourney Lance but Samuel DODGES!

<COMBAT> Darren attacks Alexandra with Tourney Lance but Alexandra DODGES!

2 to 1 again! A small thrill goes through Liam as he wins again on points. He momentarily wishes that King Jaren was here to see it, but reminds himself that Jaren's duty is back in Rivana… and he was lucky to be released to come to the Venderos tourney in the first place (though if Devlin and Quentyn hadn't been going as well, he doubts that he would have been). He salutes Samuel, and says "Good match, sir," before moving off the line and waiting for his next opponent to be called.

"I am of wondering as of well, I have not seen of her before," Emilia trying to make some study of the knight Devlin was paired against for this next round. Noting lightly to Tiadora,"You will of get used to in in of time enough." After all..Tiadora seems to have gotten used to Emilia in leathers? Right? There are glances to see where Quentyn and Liam have ended up with this next round as well. Simply noting,"Quentyn may have a time of it," when she see's whom he is paired up with. Though her attention does again focus upon her brother's match. "Seeming to be of a rather of even of match," with the rather few, light hits that occur.

Michael rides three tilts with the heir of Bloodfield and comes out the loser by a point. Still, it was a fair showing against a strong opponent, so as the match comes to an end he salutes the other knight. "Well fought. Best of luck in your future rounds and in the brackets," he says before he nudges his destier with his spurs and carries on to his tent.

At least he managed to hit this time. Samuel grimaces momentarily, looking around before he offers a grin to Liam. "Well done, young man." That done, he moves over to wait for his next opponent.

Three more turns, and this time Evelyn seems to be hitting her mark, again, and showing what she and the Lightning Brigade are capable of, her lance hitting Leander hard on their first bout, and again on the second while she is able to either dodge, or deflect Leander's own attempts through her riding skills despite how well Leander's done in some of the jousts. The third bout, much like her last, is one that neither of them hit on. But Evelyn, as she lifts the visor, is certainly more pleased with herself for making up some missed points from the free-for-all. She nods her respect to Leander, then. "You did well," she tells the young Knight, and moves off to await her next opponent.

Antonia vs Devlin, first pass. Hooves thunder across the list, as the l'Valdan Princess urges her white steed on, lance aimed at the Rivanan knight. And while her own lance skitters over the steel gauntlet of Sir Devlin's right hand, his lance hits the chest plate, leaving a dent there - a solid hit, but not with momentum enough to unhorse her. It is enough to make her step up her game, in fact to such degree that in the next pass she evades the Cassomir's lance. He doesn't evade hers as well. But her lance skitters off his armor, without effect. Antonia frowns - an invisible frown, that, only she is aware of, when she wheels her white courser about to launch into the third pass. "One above… just one single point…", she murmurs, seeking that spot between shield and lance, the point she will aim her lance when the shattering impact comes - and Antonia smiles, noting her solid hit. It doesn't unhorse, but it gains her one point.

And what does Leander earn for his perfectly (almost) innocent salutation? A solid smack with a lance, the weapon breaking upon his armor. Another pass earn him another set of bruises…while he, again, strikes out. How amusing. The smile doesn't leave…but it is certainly a little forced as the two exchange pleasantries. He did well? Perhaps…in staying in his seat. "You did better." Honestly works, right?

Thaddeus rides a few passes, though only one strike had any real value, and while he had two good hits landed on himself, at least he did not end up in a similar situation to last time. As such, he is not in a horrible mood, though he doesgive Raimond a nod before returning to the sidelinse.

Darren scores no points on Alexandra, but neither does she score any against him. Still not really satisfied, but at least he didn't end up in the dirt. "Well ridden, Sir." He offers to Alexandra with one more salute, before moving to see who his next opponent might be.

Raimond and Thaddeus again score no tremendous hits, but ultimately Raimond manages one more strike than Thaddeus. "Well jousted, Sir. Good luck in the brackets." He offers, before moving off the field to see who his last opponent of the day might be.

Quentyn Bazan and Elrick t'Tremaine both only manage to score one hit against each other, leaving the match inconclusive. The appropriate salutes are given, and Quentyn moves off to ready himself for his final joust of the day.

Like several of the matches, with only light strikes on either side, "Well done, Sir. The One be with you in the rest of this Tourney." It's said sincerely, before Devlin moves off for the next contest.

Against Darren, Alexandra definitely holds her own. She can't get a solid hit in on the Duke, but she evades his lance, too, and that's a victory in itself. "Next time," she says after the three tilts conclude, partly to the Duke but mostly to herself. She's still smiling, but a little more focused as she awaits her final round of the day.

Once again, Jonathan is up against an entirely worthy opponent. Once again, he wins his tilt by the slimmest of margins, two points to one. "Best of luck to you as well, Sir Michael," the heir to Bloodfield addresses the heir to Murnord. But that's as much attention as he's likely to give, because the next matchup is announced… and it's none other than Sir Alexandra t'Artan. Oh dear. Does his hand /shake/ a little as he picks up a fresh lance? Surely he'll have steadied himself by the time the tilt starts, but…

Tiadora nods back to the young Cassomir. "He's doing every well. I think he's on par with most everyone. I feel.. Better. About being bad luck and all." She flushes a little and then turns back to see this newest round of passes.

The last of the three rounds of the Joust Preliminaries is about to begin, and Antonia looks intrigued with her third opponent. "Sir Thaddeus!", she greets with a soft chuckle. "An irony indeed. I shall look forward to this." Irony referring to them being married to siblings. Her tone was courteous enough, still, now it is time to lower the visor and the lance as well. Her left hand tugs at the reins of her steed, then she lifts her shield just so, and spurs her horse on to a gallop; aiming her lance at the Greycen knight.

Emilia offers one of those odd things that amounts to a smile for her to Tiadora,"See..not of bad luck at all. And it is looking like some of our other knights are of doing fairly of well." Least from the view glances she's given onwards,"Liam seems to be doing of rather of well." Though then the next match is called…and Devlin is up against Michael.

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Liam attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Left Leg (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Darren attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Antonia with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Quentyn attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Alexandra with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Michael with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Antonia attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Alexandra attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance but Jonathan DODGES!

<COMBAT> Samuel attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Samuel with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Darren with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Liam with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Leander attacks Quentyn with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Right Leg (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Antonia attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Left Hand stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Quentyn attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Left Arm.

<COMBAT> Alexandra attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Antonia with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Liam attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance but Elrick DODGES!

<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Michael with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Samuel attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Samuel with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Darren with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Liam with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Darren attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Right Leg stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Leander attacks Quentyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Right Hand stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Alexandra with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Left Hand stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - Critical wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Leander has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Samuel has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Devlin with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Liam attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance but Elrick DODGES!

<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Michael with Tourney Lance but Michael DODGES!

<COMBAT> Antonia attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Alexandra attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance but Jonathan DODGES!

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Antonia with Tourney Lance but Antonia DODGES!

<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Alexandra with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Darren with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Darren attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Liam with Tourney Lance but Liam DODGES!

Well, let it not be said that Devlin Cassomir doesn't have fortitude. Michael and his match appears to have a problem with lances being a bit high…in the first they both score light hits…Devlin to Michael's head…the second pass…not so good. Michael's lance hits Devlin's helmet with enough force that the strap breaks and the helm itself goes flying off, landing in the dirt several meters behind Devlin. Despite that….Devlin remains in the saddle, and once a suitable replacement helm is back in place, completes the third pass, though it proves inconclusive. "I think my bell has been well-rung, Sir." Devlin notes as they pass in salute. "Well struck." Clearly he's OK, thankfully, but yeah…that was close.

After the obligatory greetings (which were a little less enthusiastic than before), Leander rides against Sir Quentyn. And, wonder of wonders, Leander actually managed a hit. Of course, the One has his ways of teaching the younger Giraldi humility. For…the second pass catches Leander solidly in the arm. And…be it the beatdowns he got from the previous female knights, or simply because the One willed it, the hit spins Leander around…and right out of the saddle, as he hits the dirt with a rather ungraceful thud.

The l'Faust Knight knows she's got her work cut out for her, when her next opponent is called. She knows now this match could go either way, easily - just as her first. Her lips move, briefly as a few words are spoken quietly to herself before she gives the Dukely Knight a proper nod of respect for both his station, and his skill. she spurs the horse onwards, and takes a decent hit instead of delivering one. Faring only slightly better in the realm that she doesn't get hit, the third proves to be her 'best', in that she's at least able to land a point on the man, though he also lands one.

Evelyn removes her helmet, hair slightly damp from exertion, and she nods to Darren, then, smiling, sincerely. "Better ridden than I, Your Grace. Well done, and well earned."

The Gerrell teen nods absently to Emi. "I would hate to be bad luck for Devlin. I really like him…" She realizes what she said and frantically backpedals. "Like WATCHING him! He jousts…. Good," she finishes lamely, turning bright red. Liam, Quentyn, and Raimond's wins get a cheer but Michael lands that hit on Devlin's head and she almost yelps in alarm. Maybe she spoke too soon. But he looks fine and the breath she has been holding is let out slowly. As she also realizes she was gripping Emilia's arm and lets go sheepishly.

Meanwhile, Jaren Cassomir's first squire fares well against Leander Giraldi. Though he takes a strike in the first pass….the second sees him unhorsing the younger Giraldi brother The Lancer comes to a halt at the end of the field and turns about to make sure he's all right, and when he's back on his feet, offers a salute, and then a bit of a shrug and a sheepish grin. "Well jousted, Sir. Have fun in the brackets." Despite riding here today, Quentyn has already waived any advancement to the Brackets. He just wanted to ride against Liam. And besides, he has a charge to protect.

Darren Haldis nods to Evelyn, offering a bit of a smile, "You jousted well, Sir. I'll keep an eye out for you in the brackets." Pleased to at least have a win and feeling a bit more "warmed up" after a long time away from the tourney scene, Darren moves off the field and towards the Eastfield tents to see to his armor.

And again, the squire to the Rivanan king comes out on top in his match, though only on points. He graciously speaks to Elrick, "Well tilted, sir!" and rides passed the stands where Emilia, Clara, and Tiadora sit. He flips up his visor and gives the three a broad grin. If he were a knight, he'd be advancing to the brackets for sure!

Michael is releived to find Devlin more or less unharmed by the blow to the helm and so finishes the match once the man has found a replacement. The parting comment is met with a raised visor and a smile. "Indeed, mine as well if not as loudly. Good luck in the tourney, sir," and with that he rides off to remove his armor and tend his own aching head.

Thaddeus's wife is former Princess Ariane l'Valdan, sister to Prince Silvio, who happens to be Antonia's husband. But right now Sir Thaddeus Greycen and Sir Antonia l'Valdan are getting serious, in this third round of the preliminaries. Her lance finds a gap in his defense, dealing him a hard blow to his right hand, her lance breaking actually from the impact, while his manages to hit her as well but stays intact. "One above…", is murmrued within the falcon helmet, Antonia tossing the broken lance aside before she accepts a fresh one from her squire. Spurring her white courser on for the second pass. Her tactic to aim for his other hand now does not quite work out, whereas the impact of Thaddeus's breaking lance pushes all air from her lungs, but she manages to keep herself in the saddle. The third pass rewards her with a solid hit against his chest, while Antonia manages to evade the Greycen's lance. She seems to be relieved when she reigns her horse in, grey eyes flitting to Thaddeus as she raises the visor to offer him a nod of respectful acknowledgement and a slightly pained smile. "Well ridden indeed, Sir. I shall remember this round for some days to come…" Admitting as much, as she inclines her head. And she rides off, in a round that turned out quite even, in regards to points.

There is a nod…and a murmur of thanks to the Lancer, then Leander leads his charger off the field. On foot. All the while muttering under his breath that his half brother is going to have a field day at that last tilt. And he thought he was sore now…

Well, that could have gone quite a lot worse. At the end of three tilts, Jonathan's beaten his betrothed on points, but it's a close one, 2-1. Enough to leave both of them a little bruised, perhaps, but that's all. He's smiling, just a little bit, as he steps off his horse and slips off his helmet. "Well ridden, Sir Alexandra," he addresses her as he steps down from his charger and starts to lead it away - and his eyes linger on hers for a few long moments. "Well done indeed."

What's that they say? Hit in the same general area more often than not, and the one you hit will go down? While Samuel manages to gets in a few more hits, he takes two more to the chest, and the second makes him wobble a bit in the saddle, before he finally tumbles out of it, rolling a few times as he bounces on the ground. Coming to a stop, he stays there for a few moments, before slowly starting to get back to his feet. "Ouch… Well struck…" he offers in Raimond's direction.

Tiadora only gets a faint sidelong look when the other young woman is doing that rather frantic back pedaling,"He is of fine to watch in of these of events." Seems there wasn't undue reason for Emilia to worry a little on the pairing, especially when Devlin takes that strike to the head that sends his helmet flying. There is a bit of breath holding as she leans foreward to make sure he is ok, even with him yet in the saddle, that wasn't something that that was assured. But when it appears he is fine, the breath is let out. Though there is a faint blink down at the hand griping her arm. A hand coming up and patting Tiadora's hand when she lets go. "He looks to be of fine, do not of worry. I am of sure mine other brothers have done of worse to of him in of the past." There is a blink though as she catches some of the action in the other matches,"Of nice, Quentyn did of good…and Liam, he mus tbe pleased. A very of fine of showing, he will of no doubt be of delighted in his retelling to of Jaren." A corner tugging smile and head dip being given to Liam when he goes by with that broad grin. "See…he of smiles."

Alexandra shouldn't be especially happy about the result of her final bout, but she seems infinitely pleased nevertheless. Sliding her helmet off and dismounting effortlessly, she grins at Jonathan, shaking off some dust and nodding. "Next time, Sir Jonathan, I intend to ride /better/." An eyebrow quirks upward. And then he's leading his charger off, and then she's leading hers… in the same direction, natch. Coincidence? Maybe.

Tiadora smiles back for Liam. "Well done! The king will be very proud," she calls to the usually serious squire. "It was just such a strong hit," she says lamely to Emilia of her fright. "At least it was towards the end of the night."

"Well jousted, Sir." Raimond replies to Samuel, giving him another salute and a nod, before moving off to catch up with his siblings (Whole and half) who will no doubt be trying to lure Liam out for celebration…likely without much luck. Though if Devlin and Quentyn help cajole him….still not likely.

Liam makes his way to the Haldis pavilion to brush down his horse and clean his armor… completely unaware that he'll likely be shanghaied into some sort of celebratory shenanigans later.

Slowly moving off the field, Samuel's expression is rather thoughtful for now. Maybe thinking about how to improve for the next events, or something like that.

Emilia gives a nod towards Tiadora,"It was of a strong of hit, and to of the head of at that." Certainly not about to go into the dangers and possiblities, not with everything ok and Tiadora thinking herself bad luck. "Come let of us of head of out as of well." Will the rest of the crowd starting to dispurse, 'gathering up' Tiadora and Clara to their own end for the night.

Tiadora heads off with the other girls, keeping a bit more quiet than usual this time for her earlier outburst.

And with the preliminaries concluded, Prince Ivan excuses himself from the guests in the Royal viewing box, and with his entourage of armored men with both blades and braces of hand-cannons, he makes his way back to the Castle for the evening. The crowds too begin to disperse, but seem in high spirits after a fairly lively preliminary round. And the Tourney goes on!

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