(1867-03-11) Venderos Tourney: Joust Finals
Venderos Tourney: Joust Finals
Summary: The Joust Finals for the Venderos Tournament of 1867
Date: 1867-03-11
Related: The other Venderos Tournament Logs for 1867
Players:
Alexandra  Clara  Clarke  Darren  Devlin  Elrick  Emilia  Jonathan  Lucius  Michael  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.

1867-03-11

The last night of the jousts has come, and there's not an empty seat int he stands nor in the standing room only of the commons. Prince Lucius and his family is present in the Royal box along with those he had given invitations to for watching the event.

There is little fanfare left, as the announcers have already caught the crowd back up on what had transpired in the previous first portion of the event. The competitors are lined up and ready to compete…

Let the best knight win the rare black Alhazredi stallion.

Thaddeus has taken the field, ready to compete and redeem himself, though sadly a Cassomir stands in his way. As the contest is nearing the time to resume, he takes up his lance and helm as he readies himself for the contest.

With her brother yet having a chance, Emilia was amongst those in the crowded stands. having turned up early to make sure to have a good seat yet. The young woman was drressed in her usual turn of leathers. Sitting up a little to try and get a fair look where Devlin's tilts were to occurs,"I do hope he does of well, he has not been having the best of luck this of tournament." Commenting on to Clara who had taken a seat nearby.

Michael sits atop his charger with his lance gripped tight in his hand. He is eager for the fight, his hand having healed since the debacle with the hand cannons. Now, he sits across his favourite rival, Sir Raimond Giraldi, he smiles within his helm. This promises to be good, still as much as he likes the man, he would not be sad if the tilt ended with the Rivanan on his backside. "Well met, Sir Raimond. Let's make this a memorable tilt!" he calls across the field to his foe.

Clarke is sitting in the crowd, his hands in his lap in the stands, a mug of ale in one, and a slab of meat on a stickin the other, cranking his neck to see the finals in the jousting competition and grinning like a madman.

The prize is indeed rare and one that many could only hope to obtain, but for Elrick, defending the tourney being last year's champion is also on his mind. However, he has a hard path ahead of him as he is already in the loser's bracket. Once the announcers have pushed the crowd into a cheering frenzy, the t'Tremaine Heir is ready to compete, this time against a l'Corren, a cousin of a cousin, Samuel. First, a respectful bow of head is offered to the royal box, then to the Couviere spectators, and finally a salute tossed to his opponent.

The days to rest up have been welcome, but now Samuel is ready to continue on. Present at the field, he offers a brief grin in the direction of his opponent. "A lovely day for this, Sir Elrick. It's too bad only one of us can advance," he offers, getting ready to do hsi best to ensure he's the advancing one. After the salutes to the crowds and royals and such.

She's nervous, sure, but Alexandra t'Artan's beaming despite whatever struggle she has going on underneath. Her horse has been freshly groomed and his shining coat is only interrupted by the beautiful leather of his saddle and armor. The rider is dressed to match, and the sun gleams off her cuirass to sparkle in the eyes of the crowd. Gripping her own lance tightly she looks around, eager to nod in greeting to her challenger-betrothed before the match begins.

Sir Raimond Giraldi makes his way to the starting position for his own joust, grinning and offering a salute to Michael l'Corren, "Always a pleasure, Sir Michael. Well wait…that might not quite be the right word if I lose. An honor, though, certainly." He lowers his visor, "Good luck to you in either case!" And then it's time to take up the lance and charge.

Devlin Cassomir salutes the heir of House Greycen with a bit of a rueful smile, "Not an ideal position for either of us, Sir Thaddeus. But whatever the outcome, I'll be glad to see a Rivanan advancing." And then he takes up his lance and prepares for the first pass.

Jonathan t'Maren, much like his opponent-to-be, is nervous. He won't show it, though - indeed, he makes a point of showing very little emotion at all. Jaw set, eyes narrow, he mounts his charger with little effort, giving a little nod to the t'Artan knight before sliding his helmet on. His lance in hand, he looks off to one side, waiting for the signal to begin. Most likely he's shaking a bit under his armor, but not visibly, at least…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Alexandra has been KO'd!

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

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

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

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

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

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

While cocky, it's never been her style to brag. Thankfully for her current situation, Alexandra didn't boast about unhorsing Antonia in the previous joust event. Sure, she and Jon manage to knock hard hits against one another in the first pass. It's exhilirating for her to feel the thud of her lance against his armor. But maybe she wasn't focused? Armor too shiny? Who knows. All anyone can see when the dust clears, though, is Alexandra t'Artan on her back in the dirt, shaking her head and rolling over (and maybe cursing that t'Maren in the process).

Clarke watches up and over at the first exchange, his hands in his lap then and letting out a roar of a cheer at it, otherwise watching back over at the melee in progress.

Dark eyes watched quite stoically as Devlin and Thaddeus went through their tilts, but a breathe was slowly let out in the end as Emilia did the tally,"He lost of on points." Well at least her brother hadn't taken any serious hits to have possible injury, and a Rivanian was still advancing.

It appears that this year's Venderos champion will be someone else besides a t'Tremaine much to the heir's frustration. However, that feeling is one that is hidden behind the diplomatic mask that he wears on appearance, one that he has trained himself to wear over the years. The difference in his joust against the l'Corren was taking that one nasty blow to his helm which caused his own to glance off of Samuel's armor. With the winner between that pair clear, Elrick removes his helm and nods his head respectfully to his opponent, "Well ridden and congratulations, Sir. Good luck with the rest of your tilts."

Well. If nothing else, no one will accuse Jonathan of holding back. When the signal sounds, he's off at a full gallop, and his lance catches Alexandra right in the helmet - a strong hit, breaking the lance, though she delivers a hard hit of her own right to the center of his body. Picking up a fresh lance, he spurs his mount forward for the second tilt, and he hits her again. This time, she's on the ground, and he brings his horse to a halt in short order, sliding his helmet off for a better look. There's a look of mild concern, furrows forming in his brow, but of course she gets back up. A nod. A little half-smile.

Well it wasn't exactly memorable with only one broken lance between them, but then it was Michael's lance that broke, so he would in the end take it. He tosses the splintered weapon to the crowd as has become his habit, then rounds his horse to speak with his rival. "Not what I hoped," he says lifting his visor. "Shall I expect you in the final round?" he asks with a smile.

Well…you can't win the joust without scoring any points, and that seems to be the fate of Devlin Cassomir in this round of the Joust. He salutes Thaddeus once more, his smile still a touch rueful. "Good luck to you, Sir. I hope you'll bring that steed to Rivana." And then he's off to the tents, none the worse for wear, but no longer a competitor in this tourney.

Sir Raimond Giraldi's joust with Michael is looking like a very inconclusive one at first, with three passes of no scoring. But in the fourth, Michael's lance breaks upon Raimond's shield arm while Raimond's fails to find purchase, leaving the Heir to Watch HIll headed to the loser's bracket…to face the fellow that left him unconscious on the field the last time they jousted. Oh joy…. "Sir Thaddeus." Raimond greets with the salute. All business now, it seems.

Charging forward as the signal is given, Samuel readies his lance. As the tilt goes on, and he gets that hit in at Elrick's helm, he nods a little as things finish. Removing his own helm, he smiles, "Thank you, Sir. Well ridden. Sorry about that one that hit the helm." That done, he prepares himself to face his next opponent.

Thaddeus salutes Devlin and says, "You did well, sir. I wish you better luck next time." With that, he returns to the lists as he readies for the next contest against the Giraldi. "Hopefully this goes better than last time." He says to Raimond in response.

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Alexandra attacks Samuel with Tourney Lance - Critical wound to Right Leg.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michael winces as Samuel is soundly ushered from the lists by Alexandra. He claps, but he casts an eye towards Alexandra's betrothed, Jonathan, who is his next opponent and wishes he'd had more time to watch the man ride, it would doubtless help. Still, when the time comes he rides forward with lance in hand, attends to his salutes, foe and royals alike, then when the signal is given he rides, lance lowering to point at the center of his foe's chest.

Clarke watches and lets out a wince at the exchange, otherwise cranking his neck to get a view, watching the jousters then and trying to gague their skill and methods.

"Well Sir Thaddeus, you have my thanks for not leaving me in the dust this particular match." Raimond says to Thaddeus as he salutes, and there's no real sarcasm lacing the tone. "Perhaps we'll joust against each other once more in Normont." And with that, after a short break he moves to the next ring, now readying himself to joust against Alexandra t'Artan, who's practically been the unstoppable force of this joust except against the immovable object that is her betrothed. "Well met, Sir, and Luck to us both." A beat, "Just a bit more for me, I hope." A bit of a jaunty grin, and Raimond lowers his visor, taking up lance and shield and waiting for the signal to charge. The last Rivanan standing. Again. This is starting to become something of a pattern….

With her brother out of the running, Emilia settled back some in her seat to watch the remaining tilts. A bit of a clap now and again for a good tilt. A rather solemn turn to her expression as she watches on to see who will end up being named the winner.

Dusted off, Alexandra mounts her horse again and winces. Had to be the tailbone, didn't it. She rubs the small of her back and, leaning forward in the saddle, steers her horse where he needs going. The signal's given and she's off again, this time against Samuel l'Corren. Lance up, visor down - she means business. Teeth grit as she spurs the horse onward, easily scoring some massive points against her worthy foe. She may not have unhorsed him, as she hoped, but she did well enough. She nods respectfully to him as she turns to look for that ever-present Raimond Giraldi next.

Jonathan watches the next round with interest, particularly the bout in which his betrothed is involved - and he's quite pleased to see that she recovers well. Samuel will no doubt be feeling that blow to his leg for some time. There's a bit of polite applause from the heir to Bloodfield for all of his fellow competitors, but his attention turns quickly to the next round, the semifinal, and the knight he'll be facing. Michael l'Corren. He gives the northerner a crisp salute, but no words, before lifting his lance and preparing to ride again.

And this time, Samuel takes a hard hit in the first pass, causing him to cry out as he almost gets knocked out of the saddle. That causes him to miss in the next pass, but managing to avoid anything more than the lance bouncing off his armor. Recovering a bit for the third pass, he manages to get a hit, but takes one in return as well. When it's done, he removes his helm again, offering a grin in Alexandra's direction. "Well struck and well ridden, Sir. Good luck for the rest of this." Moving himself to the sidelines, where he can watch the thrilling conclusion now.

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

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Alexandra has been KO'd!

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

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Hand.

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

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

<COMBAT> Jonathan has been KO'd!

There is just a mild raising of Emilia's brows as there are unhorsings in both of the matches. A look towards Clara,"It is seeming to get of rather of serious in of these final rounds."

Damn. Luck has been with Jonathan throughout the brackets, but it seems his luck is running out. The first tilt with the heir to Murnord goes exceptionally poorly, his opponent's lance shattering against his chest armor and leaving a rather serious bruise. He looks over to see his betrothed fall in a single tilt; he doesn't, but as it turns out, that's just an opportunity for the l'Corren to score more points, as he delivers two more solid hits and leaves Jonathan on the ground in the end. Cursing under his breath, he gathers himself up, calls for a new lance, and after only a moment's rest, mounts his charger again to prepare for the next round. Best to face Raimond Giraldi now, while his adrenaline is still high.

Michael may be surprised as anyone when he wins his tilt after three passes leaving the heir of Bloodfield unhorsed. He turns back throwing away his lance and then rides to check on his fallen foe. Seeing him on his feet, Michael salutes the man and quickly rides off to give the next jousters space, watching this fight closely from his saddle.

OUCH. ALRIGHT. Alexandra's now angry, pushing up off the ground AGAIN as she watches her horse charge away. She'll congratulate Raimond later, but for now, she busy hobbling off to the side and cursing. Audibly.

Well. The first pass gives Raimond his best hit of the tourney so far, his lance explodes into splinters as it strikes Alexandra squarely in the center of her breastplate. He brings his horse to a halt at the opposite end of the field, and wheels about, seeing that the t'Artan knight has indeed been unhorsed. He waits to see her rise, before offering his next salute, "I think it may seem condescending to say well-jousted, Sir. So instead I will simply say that luck seemed to be with me on this round. I am quite certain the outcome could be different any other day." He offers before moving to face…her betrothed. Uh-oh. "Well met, Sir. And good luck to you." He salutes, and prepares for the next round, quite certain this won't be easy.

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

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

<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Left Arm.

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

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

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

Tiadora applauds Raimond. It's a fairly common thing for the Rivana ladies these days. And he's doing SO well. Of course, Tia tries not too cheer -too- much. It will jinx him.

By now, Jonathan t'Maren is visibly frustrated. His bout with Raimond isn't quite the drubbing that his match with Michael was, but it's frustrating in a different way - three hits scored on him, none on his opponent. Still, he offers the Rivanan a crisp salute and a "well jousted, Sir," before dismounting for the final time of the evening. As far as Jon knows, he's still holding on to a lead in overall points, so he's as intrigued as anyone by the outcome of the finals.

With the match between Raimond and Jonathan, Emilia does lean a little to watch the match. The Couviere had proven rather profienct throughout the tournament. But she knew the Rivanian had proven himself well in previous tournaments. A nod goes to Tiadora as the other claps,"He has done of well." Her own turn of polite clapping done, with the usual lack of cheering.

One, two, three. They're not the most fancy hits, and no lances are being broken…but they're hits, and in this case, they're enough, given that they prove to be unanswered. "Well ridden, Sir! I'll look forward to testing myself against you in the other Tourneys this year." He offers another salute, then after a short break, he's back to the field. And he can't help but shake his head and grin quite wryly, "Well. This feels a bit more proper, doesn't it? Now I just have to see if I can do better than my last performance against you." A pause. "Twice in a row." That's going to be quite a challenge. But well…He salutes sharply, then lowers his visor, takes up lance and shield…and charges. For Rivana!

Michael shakes his head, laughing, as it seems he's to face Raimond again. "Indeed," he remarks to his 'twice in a row' quip and adds "It's becoming a habit." Then, the joking done he lowers his visor, attends to the pre-joust rituals and then rides at his foe, lowering his lance as he closes.

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

Samuel shakes his head as he watches in quiet. As the final is clear, he grins as he sees his cousin being one of the finalists.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The first clash with Raimond does not go his way. The Rivanan winning by a lance. Michael grits his teeth. He didn't truly care about his score at tourney, but he did want that horse and more than that victory was so close. Still, he had one more tilt to win it in. He takes a long slow breathe and then turns saluting his foe as they pass, but he has no words ofr him, not until the fight is done.

Luck continues to stay with Raimond Giraldi (Well, OK, and perhaps a modicum of skill, as well), and this time the outcome is indeed in his favor. Two middling strikes, followed by a non-scoring pass leave them tied. Then Raimond scores a broken lance against Michael's chest that puts him ahead on points. As they pass on the field to go prepare for the truly final (no really this time) round, Raimond smiles more than grins, "Well Sir…it seems we've taken this as far as we possibly can. Let's have a good finish, whoever the victor may be." He moves to his starting point and salutes, "The honor has been mine." And then its' time to try to finish this contest.

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

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

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance and MISSES!

Michael curses roundly when he comes out the loser. It comes out gravely, he did take a hit to the gorget that has left his voice somewhat rough. Still, he salutes the other knight, his lance still unbroken and offers congratulations, "Well struck," he says before coughing. "I will get you next time." He smiles, lifting his visor.

With the winner of the joust decided and it a Rivanian, Emilia does give a slightly more energetic clap. Though it is certianly lost to the sounds of cheers and sound applause coming from the other bystanders.

"I have no doubt of it, my friend. Always a pleasure and honor to meet you on the Tourney field. Your drinks will be on me this evening, should you choose." Raimond replies to Michael, saluting him and adding, "Or really on Sir Alexandra, actually." He notes with a bit a mischievous glint in his eye.

There's a triumphant roar from the Prince's box as Darren Haldis leaps to his feet, practically hopping up and down with excitement as the final outcome of the match makes itself known. He does have the decency to look a tiny bit abashed when he makes eye-contact with the Prince (though Lucius seems more amused than anything). He does sit back down, but pounds his fist on the arm of the chair, clearly beside himself with glee.

Samuel lets out a breath as he sees the end of this one. "Well done, anyway…" he mutters, as he looks around at the end of things.

Purely as a display of horsemanship, Jonathan is entirely impressed with the final rounds between Raimond and Michael. Both knights ride well, very well indeed, both stay in the saddle throughout, and in the end, each time, the Rivanan is declared the winner on points. Of course, he would have liked to see Couviere emerge victorious, but a great spectacle is a great spectacle nevertheless. And then, of course, there's the matter of the overall standings. He's not sure how the judges will rule, but it's /exceptionally/ close…

Michael smiles, "That's fair," he says. "I'll even pay for the drinks if you let me see that horse after the ball," he says glancing to the stands where Darren celebrates. "I'd ask if you'd sell it, but I think I know the answer already."

Raimond looks amusedly towards the stands and nods, "Yes, I fear my brother has the right of first refusal should that be the case. At least if I want to keep breathing."

"Wise," Michael says and claps Raimond on the shoulder. "Well, go claim your victory. I'll see you at the Powder Keg in a few hours?" he offers, stretching his shoulders, it's time to get out of this armor and into some ale.

Right, drinks on her. Rolling her eyes, Alexandra sighs, but grins nonetheless. She'll make her way over to Raimond tonight, likely with an ale for him in celebration. In the meantime, she's sore and stiff, looking to remove her armor, and maybe commiserate with Jonathan. Owwww.

Raimond nods to Michael, "Indeed, Sir." And then he's off to take his victory lap, so to speak, waving to the crowds and enjoying the moment. Gosh it will be so great to own a rare black Alhazredi stallion for a week.

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