(1867-03-06) Venderos Tourney: Joust Brackets, Night One
Venderos Tourney Joust Brackets Night One
Summary: The first night of the joust brackets, with the finals to finish on 3-11
Date: 1867-03-06
Related: Venderos tourney logs but especially the Joust Finals.
Players:
Alexandra  Amelia  Antonia  Clara  Darren  Devlin  Elrick  Emilia  Evelyn  Jonathan  Leander  Lydia  Michael  Raimond  Samuel  Thaddeus  

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.

1867-03-06

The joust begins.

The main event for any tournament, the first night of the bracketed joust has the stands completely full of those there to watch the event. The Royal Box is full as well, with many of the invited nobles of ducal rank and higher taking up the invitation to be there with the Prince and his family. Even the "standing room only" areas are full of people jostling to see the jousts.

There are two courses set up for the joust so that two tilts can run at once. The announcer has already gestured for the first two pairs to come to the lines and prepare for their tilts.

Sir Antonia l'Valdan will compete in the joust brackets for the first time today, after making good showings on the joust preliminaries and the tourney duels on the two previous days. Such active participation shows, alas, in less vivid movements, when numerous bruises relentlessly bring themselves back into memory with each turn, and lift of a limb. Her armor is once again the half plate armor of darker steel, the impressive helmet with the visor in the shape of a beak echo and hint of the courtly faction this Princess of Couviere belongs to. Her name is called for the first pairing, and so Antonia extends her hands to accept shield and lance from her squire. Recent dents seem to have been fixed through the diligent work of squire and armor smith. Grey eyes scan the field briefly, seeking contact with other allies and acquaintances of hers that are competing - Sir Michael l'Corren, Sir Evelyn l'Faust and Sir Samuel l'Corren; then of course her gaze will linger for a moment longer on her brother, Sir Elrick t'Tremaine, a nod and a smile offered to him - despite the fact that they had had quite the ferocious duel on the previous day. Her white steed is spurred on then, as Sir Antonia assumes her place in the lists, a glance given to her opponent; then a salute with her lance; before she lowers her visor and the first round of the brackets is about to begin.

The main event, or at least what most considers it to be, has come and it is one that Elrick always looks forward to. The t'Tremaine Heir is decked out in his usual full platemail armor, courtesy of his position as the next Baron of his House. As the first two jousting pairs are called, he remains where he is, astride his own charger with his helm resting on the pommel of his saddle. Eyes do look towards those compatriots from Couviere, as well as his sister who will be participating in the event, offering Antonia a respectful nod of encouragement. Whatever aches or pains that Elrick may have felt from the duel has been shed, or just hidden from his expressions as both performance and display are both paramount for him in these public events.

How is it that after triumphing over Darren Haldis in the melee duels, Jonathan t'Maren finds himself matched up against the formidable Duke again? Not that he's intimidated, per se, but the Duke of Eastfield is a nigh-legendary horseman, and certainly not an easy foe by any means. Still, he's here to give the very best shot for his House, and he's entering the final event with a not-insubstantial lead in the standings. And so, dressed in plate mail, hefting his lance, helmeted and dressed in the black and red of his house, he prepares to face Darren in the first round, giving a crisp salute.

Looking around from where he's seated on his horse, Samuel is unable to hold back a grin at the crowds. "Quite nice," he remarks, as he looks between the other competitors. "A lovely day for a joust," he remarks, as he settles in to watch those first pairings.

Mounted, and ready to face her opponent, Evelyn watches with fixed eyes the other woman at the other and of the track. There is an air of anticipation, and determination. The l'Faust Knight hadn't the best of starts in this particular Tourney, and it was time that she turned her luck around. There is a sharp nod to the t'Artan Knight, and she readies her horse for the first charge.

Alexandra t'Artan is one of those up first, facing one of the few other women on the field today, Evelyn l'Faust. Easily she mounts her charger, beaming as she settles onto the horse and picks up her lance. Before putting on her helmet, she looks down the field at her opponent, giving her a quick salute. "Lovely day for a ride, isn't it?"

Sir Raimond Giraldi, being a high seed in this particular tourney, awaits his turn at the joust, none too pleased with a bye. That's points left on the field, so to speak. It may shorten the path to a potential victory, but it leaves them a bout behind on scoring points. Ah well…nothing to be done for it now. He waits beside his steed, helm tucked under his arm, and turns his attention to where Darren and Jonathan will be squaring off, though also trying to spare a near-equal amount of attention for his brother, facing Michael l'Corren.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Darren attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Leg.

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

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

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

As for most the joust is the main event for Michael l'Corren and so as the day's contest begins, it finds him focused and ready. The heir to Murnord cuts a dashing figure, dressed in polished plate with his blue and white shield and tabard, the one bit of colour standing out is the gold and crimson garter worn around his arm. The matches not yet begun, Michael kneels in the dirt to pray a quick prayer, bidding the One to watch over him and guide him to valour. As to the points, he'll tend to that himself.

When it does come to joust Michael springs into action, mounting his steed in a leap, and then taking his lance and shield from his squire. The salutes are made to the royal box and for his foe, the younger Giraldi knight, Leander. Though it is not visible behind his visor, Michael flashes the Rivanan knight a grin. He may be up jumped and kin to the Bastard Duke, but he and his brother had spirit and that counted for much with him.

Amelia is seated in the stands to watch the jousting, she claps when the knights move to pair off she sits on the edge of her seat clapping with the crowd.

Evelyn is not in good spirits, after the three turns and not even scoring a hit on Alexandra. Still, she has grace enough to nod her head of respect towards her opponent, her usual capricious smile gone from her lips. Frustrated with herself, she leads her horse off to wait in the losers bracket for her next opponent.

Wordlessly studying the ones who is doing their tilts, Samuel nods a little to himself. There's a brief pause as he looks to Michael. "Good luck, cousin," he offers, words a bit quietly, before he goes back to his silent watching now.

Jonathan's up against an exceptional foe, but it sees that, eventually, the One is with him. He and the Duke match one another shot for shot through three tilts, and two more are required to decide the match. But ultimately, he's able to score an unanswered point with a solid hit to the Rivanan's midsection, and he turns his mount off the field, saluting his opponent crisply. A bit of a breather, at least, before his next match…

One point. One point is all it takes, isn't it? That's all Alexandra can score against an excellent rider in Evelyn l'Faust, but she's able to narrowly evade every one of her hits, and so is declared the victor. Not an especially stylish way to win, but at least she'll advance. She's grinning as she pulls off her helmet, and she slips off her mount easily to wait for the next round.

With his name called, Leander steers his charger to the line, his own helm lowered over his visage. A salute is given to the royal box…then another to the knight opposite him. At least, with the visor down, Leander can keep some of his bravado and not show the nervousness he probably feels right now.

Lydia seems to be happy enough with her house colors on a small flag she waves in support of her brothers, She watches Raimond and Leander with a keen eye as she claps and keenly pays attention to the others in the competition

Darren Haldis could be more pleased with his performance, but at least it wasn't an unhorsing on his part. Ah well. Time to go work his way up the losing brackets. He returns Jonathan's salute and rides off to await his next match.

Devlin Cassomir salutes Elrick sharply, "Well met, Sir, and good luck to us both." Whether to grant victory or simply to avoid injury. But with the greeting and salute given, Devlin lowers his visor and takes up his lance, preparing for the charge against Elrick t'Tremaine…a formidable opponent, to be sure.

Watching the first two pairs of knights go through their tilts, Elrick watches with a keen eye as if to see if there are any vulnerabilities or visual cues he could pick up if he is to ride against them in this event. However, the first pair of victories are evident despite no one being unhorsed. When his name is called, the t'Tremaine Heir nudges his charger forward to take up position at his end of the tilt. His squire has already made his way there in haste, lances in hand and one is offered to the knight. Elrick accepts it from Joseph with a nod and then he goes through the proper decorum of bowing his head to the royal hosts. Then a salute is offered to the Couviere contigent and finally a respectful nod to Devlin who is his opponent. With his free hand, he plucks the helm from his pommel and slips it in, visor lowered. Ready.

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

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Leg.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Raimond lets out a whoop when Leander breaks a lance against Michael's midsection on the first pass. But the thrill dwindles when the next two prove difficult of Leander to land a solid blow, and ultimately the heir to House l'Corren edges him out on points. Raimond looks a touch crestfallen, but there's little to be done now, as he starts to make his way towards the field where he will meet Sir Elrick t'Tremaine.

Devlin Cassomir manages but one point, which he supposes is better than no points and unhorsing, but nevertheless it means he's off to the loser's bracket. He salutes Elrick before moving off the field, "Well jousted, Sir."

Jonathan's next opponent's credentials are well known. Defending Circuit Champion. Lord Marshal of Rivana. First overall seed in this very event. Beating Thaddeus Greycen will be far from an easy task, but the t'Maren knight approaches the match with confidence, selecting a fresh lance and settling onto his mount. "An honor, Sir Thaddeus," he addresses the man, simply. Then his helmet is on and his eyes are narrowed.

From the sidelines, Evelyn watches the next set of matches, her features unreadable, and she begins to murmur to herself in Alhazredi, then she shakes her head and takes a drink of water. She hates waiting, and that much is evident, and she tries to purge from her mind that she was in the winner's brackets for several rounds last Tourney. At least she can watch some of her countrymen, friends, and hope they do well. That thought does cause her to smile. Just a fraction.

Thaddeus frowned when he saw the bracket, but he watched at the handful of opponents competed. Jonathan's approach gets a nod, "Good luck to you, sir." Keeping his response short enough to avoid small talk, but still polite. He takes up a lance from Gawain and takes his place at the list, ready to joust against Jonathan.

It seems the tourney organizers want all of the women beating on one another early, no? Fresh off her win against Evelyn l'Faust, Alexandra finds herself matched with Antonia l'Valdan. The breather seems to have refreshed her already infinite confidence, and she grins from ear to ear before hefting her lance and preparing for the first tilt.

Continuing to watch, Samuel nods momentarily as he sees Michael make it through. There's a glance up to the stands every now and then, before he looks back to the competitions.

Three tilts…the first was almost everything that could be expected. But…the next two for Leander do not fare well. With a nod to Michael, the younger Giraldi congratulates him on a good run, then Leander heads off to wait in the wings. That bravado is gone….it is just a matter of getting through the rest of the lists.

Once the signal flag is lowered to begin, Elrick spurs his charger forward in a thundering gallop down his lance. The results are less than spectacular though, no exploding of lances or a violent unhorsing, instead the t'Tremaine manages to pain the target with his tourney lance on the first two passes, just enough to score a point while the third glances off Devlin's armor with a miss with his own tagged once. A very conservative exchange no doubt. As he trots his charger off the tilt, there is another nod offered to the Cassomir, though no words of kindness or encouragement offered. Gaze then drifts to Raimond, the older of the Giraldis who is to be his next opponent after the first two pair of knights finish their tilts.

When the tilt is finished Michael lifts his visor and breathes a relieved sigh. He won, if only just. Still he smiles at his foe. "Well struck on the first pass," he says with a nod to the other knight. "And luck to you in your other rounds." Then he moves off to see the next bouts and spares a glance to see what came of the bout between Elrick and the Cassomir. He smiles when when he finds his cousin won the tilt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Chest.

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Alexandra attacks Antonia with Tourney Lance - Critical wound to Left Hand.

<COMBAT> Antonia has been KO'd!

Michael flinches when Antonia is unhorsed. The princess was a proud woman and he knew she'd be wroth with herself for the fall. Still, he claps for Alexandra while he prepares to square off with his own cousin, Samuel.

When Michael takes his place across from Samuel he salutes the man with a jaunty tip of his lance then a more reserved one for the prince. Then, when the signal is given he nudges his destrier with his spurs and thunders towards Samuel lowering his lance as he closes.

Raimond reaches his starting mark, saluting Elrick and simply greeting, "Sir Elrick." Once again….he's the last Rivanan still in the Winner's bracket and he hasn't even jousted yet. This is starting to feel familiar, and not entirely in a good way. But he can't let those thoughts distract him now. He lowers his visor and takes up his lance. Here goes nothing…or everything, depending on how you look at it. Either way it's not likely to be easy.

Unable to hold back a brief grin as he watches the proceedings, Samuel offers a grin in return to Michael as they face each other. Getting all ready, and saluting in return, he waits for the signal to charge, before he sends Miramis charging forward, and readies the lance for a strike.

In the end, Jonathan's match with Thaddeus goes rather better than he'd expected - though privately, he'd attribute that as much to luck as skill. A solid hit in the first tilt and he breaks his lance against the man's armor in the second, securing a commanding lead, and with a fresh lance in the final tilt, he advances. There's a salute offered to the Rivanan as he rides off to await the next round, and then… looks over to where his betrothed utterly overpowers her own opponent. Leaving them matched up against one another in the next round. Well, then.

Having managed the other events of the tournament, Emilia is certinaly present for the jousting brackets, along with the other Rivana girls that have been oft enough seen together. Checking the various matches as they are setup and run. It is of course her brother's match that draws her attention the most. Least he did manage some points, even if he did not win the bout. Sitting up just a bit when one of the matches afterwards actually ends up with an unhorsing, this tournament had not had to many as some in past times had.

Watching his sister's joust, Elrick can only wince at how well the t'Artan knight is doing. All three passes resulting in a broken lance while the third one the tourney weapon is shattered and his sister being unhorsed completely. Eyes of concern are locked onto Antonia who is on her back, only releasing a sigh of relief when it is revealed that she is all right. He unable to remain concerned for long, she is a knight and this is a rather harsh introduction to the jousting world. The t'Tremaine Heir has an important opponent to best, another southerner. Trotting his charger to his side of the tilt, Elrick goes through the same traditional greeting to the spectators before another respectful nod is offered to Raimond. With tourney lance in hand and helm secured, all he does now is wait for the flag to drop, signalling for them to begin.

Thaddeus is less than pleased at failing to score any points. Cursing under his visor as he half-heartedly salutes Jonathan and returns to the sidelines to await his next ride.

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).

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

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Samuel has been KO'd!

This time, at least, Alexandra's overwhelming cockiness turned out to be entirely justified. Riding aggressively against Antonia, she hits hard and fast, breaking a lance in each of the first two tilts. With her opponent already reeling, she goes for the glory in the final tilt, her lance shattering into a million pieces and sending Antonia toppling to the ground. There's a pause to make sure she's all right, of course, but then she slips off her helmet and grins from ear to ear. "Guess you'll be needing to buy your horse back, then!" A little chuckle to herself, and then she sees who she'll be up against in the next round. Jonathan t'Maren. This day certainly isn't getting any less interesting.

<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

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

The first pass goes well for Raimond, and inwardly he exults when he feels the shock of the lance breaking at the strike. His next two are not so successful, though, either missing entirely or just glancing off the armor Elrick wears. In the third, he suffers a solid strike to his chest, but it's not quite enough to tie…and so Raimond advances on points. Not a large win…but a win. He'll take it. "Well jousted, Sir." Raimond salutes Elrick, and then moves off to await his next joust.

Michael is as surprised as anyone when Samuel falls. "One above!" he exclaims as he rides to the far end of the list only to turn and see if his cousin is alright. Once he's sure, and the other knights have had their tilt, Michael rides to his cousin and lifts his visor. "Are you alright?" he asks. "Wasn't planning on hitting you that hard," he jests.

Evelyn, once again, will be facing Elrick. She rides out to the tilts and nods to Elrick, though this time she has no smile for her friend. Instead, she nods once to Elrick, this nod a deeper one for the man she's fought alongside with. Her helm is lowered, and she readies to charge. Evelyn's all business, just at the moment.

Emilia does lean to whisper something to Clara as the tilts continue. Followed by a mild shake of her head before looking to see which knights were lining up for the next round.

The first exchange between Elrick and Raimond goes poorly for the t'Tremaine as he takes a vicious blow to the area near his neck, the armor luckily keeping him from harm as the Giraldi's lance breaks on impact. He is slightly stunned though as his own lance misses completely and remains so as he reaches the other end of the tilt, the second pass has both knights missing as Elrick does not fully regain his focus. Only on the third pass where Raimond's lance graces the side of his body while his own is a solid strike does Elrick return to form, but by then it is too late. With a scowl under his helm, the t'Tremaine offers the Giraldi a nod as he is kicked down to the loser's bracket.

Elrick does not go far though as he has a match in the next set of pairings, this time facing off against Evelyn. With his squire running a new lance to him, the t'Tremaine salutes the lady knight, a fellow knight of the barbarian wars in the north. This is the only chance left to advance forward, on points and in standings. He sets himself, attempting to regain his focus on the tournaments and the tilt.

It's probably clear from the start that Samuel is not quite successful in this tilt. And when he's unhorsed, he lets out a bit of an irritated shout, before he gets to his feet, offering Michael a grin. "I've taken worse. I think you just got lucky. Go for the final, won't you?" That said, he makes his way over to get ready for his next tilt. No rest for the wicked, and all that. There's a polite nod offered to Darren, as he gets ready to face the man.

Darren Haldis moves to the starting mark once more, giving Samuel l'Corren a salute, "Let's see what you've got, Sir." He offers a faint smile, before lowering his visor and preparing for the flag to drop.

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

<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amelia watches the knights closely as Sam falls out of his horse she shakes her head but claps some more, her eyes flickering with interest.

Again, Evelyn is unable to score in the tilts, and she knows her time in this joust for the Tourney is over. She exhales, and looks to Elrick, "Promise me you will do well," she insists, her voice on edge. The man, likely, could empathize or read her own self-frustrations. Still, she gives credit where it's due, and earned. "You have the skill for it, my friend. Luck to you, Sir."

Raimond winces as Darren falls again on points. He's REALLY not going to be happy about that. At. All. But Raimond has more important things to worry about. He knows who his next match will be against….

Darren is indeed not happy, and it shows in the redness of his face when his visor is lifted, and the not-really-concealed anger in his voice when he salutes and offers Samuel the customary, "Well jousted, Sir." And with that, he moves off to the tents, and those seated close to that will likely hear a clatter from within when a helmet gets thrown against an armor rack.

With Devlin's next tilt up, Emilia does lean forward a little in her seat. Wondering how he will come ot fair against the northerner. He had done fair, but overall, it'd not been his best tournament.

It would seem Samuel is a bit luckier this time. Managing to avoid getting any big hits, he doesn't score any of the bigger ones either, but at least he scores enough to succeed. "Thank you. You as well," he offers in return to Darren, before he makes his way back where he can watch until he's called forward again. Where his opponent was angry, there's a smile on Samuel's face.

That…was a surprise. Darren didn't advance! Leander watches on with disbelief as his half brother fails to advance. But, then he is called to the line…and against Thaddeus, as well. Leander would probably have preferred to face his brother. There is little love from the opposite knight. Still…a salute is given. Time to see what happens.

Devlin Cassomir moves to his starting point and salutes Antonia, "Well met once more, Sir. I hope my journey does not end here, but if it be so, I'm glad it will be against so worthy an opponent." He offers to the Princess, before settling in to await the signal to start.

With only one solid blow landed in three passes, Elrick can at least be pleased that he will be advancing another round with another chance to have a better showing. He can understand Evelyn's frustrations as he trots his charger near her, slipping off his helm and nodding at the lady knight, "Thank you, Sir Evelyn, and I promise to do the best I can." He would vow to win the entire thing but luck does not always favor him, sometimes gracing a different knight. He will have to see but he has done it before, in the duel at Sunreach.

Awaiting his next matchup, Jonathan watches the next few tilts with interest. He applauds, in particular, Samuel l'Corren's victory over Darren Haldis, a tremendous effort after being unhorsed by his cousin in the previous round. The others, too, get some more polite applause. During a moment of downtime, he does an additional check of his gear. No sense in being unprepared. Also, it's an excuse /not/ to stare at the knight he's about to face.

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

<COMBAT> Leander attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Antonia with Tourney Lance - Critical wound to Right Hand.

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Devlin attacks Antonia with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Right Hand.

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

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

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

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

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

Lydia is clapping and as Darren fails to advance, she still had one brother to cheer! Her voice joining the crowds.

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

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

With Devlin advancing on points, there is a good round of clapping from Emilia. Some may wonder just what it takes to get the girl to actually cheer. They will be left wondering. "He is doing of well. Perhaps he has found of his stride."

Hoo boy. This is going to be a stressful week. Raimond Giraldi may not be the last hope for Rivana, after Thaddeus and Devlin advance, but he certainly is the last chance to bring that horse back to Eastfield. And he knows he's not going to hear the end of it between now and then.

The results are too scattered to have a single opinion on what has transpired, he is happy to see Elrick and Samuel advance but unhappy to see Antonia and Evelyn ushered from the tourney. Still, he claps and when he's done he goes to get out of his armor and pay a call on his wife in the royal box.

With the first night wrapping up, and the field thinned, Emilia exit form the stands with the gaggle of girls off to other pursuits for the remainder of the evening.

And there's the end of the first night. Jonathan is the only representative from Lonnaire, of course - but then, that was true at the start of the night, and anyway he's used to it. What he's not used to is the anticipation of facing his betrothed first thing in the second night. It'll be a long week, for sure, but there's no sense waiting to face it, as he leads his horse off the field…

As the first night of the competition wraps up, Samuel lets out a bit of a breath at how it has been so far. There's a smile as he moves to get out of his armor and relax. The time spent before the finals should probably be spent recovering a bit from the events that has happened so far, right?

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