(1867-04-09) Tristan and Elaida's Wedding Joust
Tristan and Elaida's Wedding Joust
Summary: The Wedding joust for Prince Tristan and Princess Elaida's Wedding.
Date: 1867-04-09
Related: The Prince's Wedding Feast
Players:
Tristan  Elaida  Aidric  Tiadora  Thaddeus  Martyn  Johanna  Jaren  Alysande  Raimond  Leander  Devlin  

Tourney Grounds - Sunsreach - Rivana

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

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

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

1867-04-09

The raised Royal box is full of both the King and Queen and the newly-wed Prince Tristan and Princess Elaida, and Princess Johanna, whose husband, Prince Martyn, is on the field. The stands are fairly full, though not as full as they might be for a Circuit Tournament.

Elaida is glowing with happiness, her arm linked in with her husband's and leaning against him happily. You couldn't tell she had been poisoned and near-death only a few weeks prior.

THe competitors are on the field, waiting for their turns to tilt.

The young ladies of Rivana's court have their seats near one another, as usual, so they can gossip and cheer on their favorite men on the field below. Tiadora, dressed in pale pink which brings out her dark hair, smiles as she glances up at bride and groom and then takes a deep breath. "Well! At least I know a Rivanan will win this time," she jokes. She distinctly avoids looking at as certain Cassomir knight on the field when she thinks anyone is looking her way.

Shock of shocks, Aidric Carling has taken the field. The knight is dressed in mail and a breast plate, a helm pulled onto his head, looking the least armored of the competitors. Those who speculate to why he's taking the field argue between honouring his cousin, a drunken boast, or some grand gesture to get some lady into bed. Aidric for his part sits quietly on horse back, arms crossed at his stomach as he waits for the joust to begin.

Thaddeus has taken the field today, his plate shined and repaired since his last bout. His wife's favor wrapped around his lance arm, the Greycen knight is in a good mood, fortunately not having a hangover from the night before. As he looks over the field, he grins, Thad is ready to compete.

Prince Martyn Tracano lifts a hand to his wife in the stands. His full plate, while certainly having seen some use, is well-shined, but if anything may seem a touch plain for a Tracano Prince. Then again, that's really just Martyn's style…function over finery. He's astride his warhorse next to Sir Devlin Cassomir, and the pair seem to be exchanging friendly banter as they await their tilts. Prince Martyn actually seems fairly relaxed, which is something of a rarity.

Sir Devlin's full plate is much the same as Martyn's, definitely well-made and having had more than a few dents pounded out of it, but perhaps not quite so fine as one might expect the brother of the King to be wearing. Though those that know him would not be surprised…Devlin's a fairly humble fellow.

By contrast, the bright and shiny full plate of Sir Raimond Giraldi might lead one to think HE were the prince on the field, trimmed as it is in fine etching, though he manages to avoid gilt. It's somewhere between a basic functional suit and a full "parade suit," but certainly designed to draw attention to the dark-haired and (by most standards) handsome knight who wears it. Raimond is, unsurprisingly, waiting his turn next to his younger brother Leander, glancing over to him and commenting, "I'm surprised Darren didn't show up to try putting us in the dirt."

Tristan sits in the royal box, looking relaxed and content as he sits arm-in-arm with his wife. "Are you looking forward to seeing who wins, dear?" He smiles at her, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her cheek. The truth of things was that there were some other things he would rather be doing right now, but perhaps getting out in the open and watching a bit of entertainment was good for him. It wouldn't do to be cooped up for days on end enjoying the perks of marriage.

A tightening of a strap here…a small adjustment there…and Leander seems to be prepared for the exhibition. He takes to his charger, claiming the saddle easily as he takes the field. A slight difference though, to Leander's usual armament. A scarf, tied high on his right arm, flutters in the air. A certain recognizable charm for at least two others. A comment is cast to his brother. "It didn't involve a horse…so I am not surprised. He rather watch us beat on each other and laugh."

Tiadora does enjoy the handsome men on the field below. What girl a few days shy of seventeen wouldn't? Tia mutters a few more comments to her girlfriends before waving to Aidric. "Consider it practice for next month," she calls out to him with a smile.

"Don't remind me about the horse." Raimond notes, looking a touch glum. He feels like he managed to get a more than fair deal out of letting Darren keep it "in trust" for breeding purposes, and he knows it's far more valuable there than carting him around on its' back, but it's still a bit of a bitter pill for the image-conscious Giraldi heir.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Thaddeus with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Leg (Reduced by Armor).

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Leander has been KO'd!

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

<COMBAT> Thaddeus attacks Aidric with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Arm.

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

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

Raimond Giraldi rides out and salutes Devlin Cassomir, smiling across the field to the fellow, "Well met, Sir Devlin. Let's see if we can put on a good show for the happy couple, no?" He lowers his visor, and begins the passes. He has some trouble with his Lance on the first pass, though thankfully avoids any hit himself. The second pass is better in terms of positioning, but still brings no points, but finally in the third round, Raimond manages a solid strike against Devlin, putting him up on points…well, point, anyway.

Devlin Cassomir grins back at Raimond and nods, "I suppose we'll see. Good luck, Sir." Sadly, these passes result in a loss for Devlin, but at least only by the narrowest margins.

Leander takes his line and offers a salute to his Prince. There wasn't any sort of tension with the younger Giraldi. In fact, he might be too loose. For, despite a decent first pass, he leaves an opening for the Tracano….and Martyn capitalizes on it. The prince hits Leander square in the chest…and hard. Very hard. Leander almost flies out of the saddle, landing on the ground with a solid thud. He does get back up…albeit slowly. Seems he might have hurt more than his pride on that one.

Tristan merely politely claps as Martyn unhorses Leander. "That was well done, I suppose. Personally I think Aidric and Thaddeus are putting on a better show. I hope that he ends up winning it all, he is the one most deserving of that wine, after all." He smiles at his wife and then returns his attention to the field of competitors, hopeful that Aidric will continue to put on a good showing.

Thaddeus charges after saluting and his three passes prove to be mediocre at worst, but acceptable at best. He nods to Aidric and raises his visor, "Well done, and good luck." With that, he returns to the lists to await his next opponent.

"Picky about who you give away that wine to?" Elaida teases softly, resting her head on Tristan's shoulder. "We will see who wins the day."

Tiadora gasps as the younger Giraldi takes a rough hit, blue eyes wide. He's well, and she's quite happy to see that. And Aidric is doing well! She claps for him with enthusiastic glee and tries -tries- not to look pouty when Devlin fails to get a better purchase against Raimond.

"Yes." Tristan answers simply. "If he ends up winning, that is the best chance for me to get a taste of it."

Aidric seems pleased with his showing against the Lord Marshall. He lost, but not by much. He salutes his friend across the field and then rides off to take a moment's rest before the next match.

Prince Martyn soundly unhorses Leander Giraldi on the second pass, and he wheels about to make sure that the man gets up under his own power. Seeing him on his feet, he gives the man a salute, "A valiant effort, Sir." And then he's off to await the next round.

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

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

<COMBAT> Leander attacks Aidric with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Right Hand.

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Martyn has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Hand.

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

<COMBAT> Leander attacks Aidric with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Left Arm.

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

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Aidric attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest.

<COMBAT> Leander has been KO'd!

Tristan stands up and lets out a cheer, pleased to see Aidric unhorse Leander and to see Devlin unhorse Martyn. That stuffy goat needed to have the wind knocked out of him a few times. Sitting down, he grins at Elaida. "Seems my cousin will do me proud today."

Aidric and the younger Giraldi prove to be evenly matched before the final pass where a chance strike of Aidric's lance sends the other man to the dirt. Aidric is glad his helm has a visor or else the crowd would catch him staring dumbfounded at the man in the dirt. On new ground here with such win, he barely remembers to salute the crowd and the couple before he moves off the field, to shake his head. What had he done right to deserve that bit of luck? And why had he not placed a wager on himself?!

Well, this round isn't looking so well for Raimond Giraldi. He does salute Thaddeus before and after the match, though before there's little in the way of words. After though, he does add a fairly sincere, "Well-jousted, Sir." And then he's wheeling about to see…Leander off his horse again? He sorely considers telling his brother to sit out the next round, but…that wouldn't be fair to him.

Devlin and Martyn greet each other with salutes and grins, but after an excellent first round, it's Devlin who gains the momentum this time, unhorsing Martyn with a lance to the chest that practically explodes in splinters as it sends him off the back of his steed. Devlin turns about after the pass, frowning a bit, but then looking relieved as Martyn regains his feet, albeit a bit shakily. Devlin rides by and briefly clasps hands with his friend and Prince, murmuring some quiet words to him, and laughing at something Martyn says in reply, before heading off to await his next match.

Tiadora is up and on her feet. Her two favorites have won in incredible victories. She could not cheer more loudly. And having Aidric win means she doesn't feel quite so silly cheering that loud for Devlin.

Oh….Leander is just not having a good night tonight. After two passes, he took a couple solid hits..but it was at least looking like he was going to keep his seat. Unfortunately…that third and final strike was enough to send him toppling. Again…Leander gets up. But…decidedly slower than before. But…not to be outdone, he offers a congratulations to Aidric, quite reservedly, then rides to take his place….opposite his brother. A deep sigh…this is going to be rough. Again.

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

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Right Hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Three more passes. At least this time Leander stayed on top of the damned horse. Still, he is not happy. Not one solid strike on Raimond and, even though Rai only managed one strike himself…it almost seems like a mercy tap at this point. Still, Leander does pause long enough to say "Good ride" to Raimond, before the younger brother immediately heads off the field. Judging from the way he is holding himself, Leander is hurting…in more ways than one.

The Gerrell girl doesn't look pleased to see Leander's wincing. The way he carries himself has her a touch worried. But the ride between her kinsman and he best friend's brother seems to go well. Fairly matched. She cheers when Aidric manages to eek ahead but it's a bit more reserved this time.

When it's announced that Aidric wins on points, Tristan stands up once again and cheers. "My cousin can't win a circuit tournament to save his life, but when wine is the prize he really shows up." He laughs as he sits down and wraps an arm around Elaida, pressing her close to him. "That was fun, wasn't it?"

Damn his squire for telling him he was on the verge of winning. The news shook Aidric, but the math was right, he was winning. Though the thought took him by surprise and clung to his thoughts through the next joust. Watching the other contests out of the corner of his eye proved to be poor choice, none of his blows struck, but then, none of the other knights scored significant hits either. So when he finishes that final pass with his ass still in his saddle, he allows himself a smile. He won.

He raises his lance in victory and then, unsure of what to do as the victor, rides towards Thad, lifting his visor, "What do I do here, Thad? I've never bothered to care what happens with the winners before."

Thaddeus is pleased that he was able to avoid giving Martyn any points, but such happiness is tempered with the fact that he did not score enough points to win. However, at least it was Aidric, and not one of the Giraldis. Aidric's approach is greated with a grin, "Just smile and wave, act natural. Eventually they stop cheering."

Raimond's heart certainly isn't in that last set of passes. Much as a few moments ago, he considers forfeiting rather than risk injury to Leander, but again decides against it. When the match concludes, he's not long for the field either, instead moving in the same direction Leander wandered after making sure horse and weapons are safely in the hands of his squire.

Leander didn't wander far. Just to his little station where he slowly dismounts, practically stumbling into his own squire. There is no words given. No need for any, really. Together, squire and knight work gingerly to take off the armor. One buckle at a time. Leander hears the cheering…but doesn't respond. He doesn't turn. He just need to get out of his armor….and off the tourney grounds as soon as he can. He is in no mood for celebrations anymore.

"Ah," Aidric says and does just that smile and wave for the cheering crowd. When it subsides, he claps Thad on the shoulder plate. "Thanks," he says before dismounting and making his way towards Tristan and Elaida in the royal box. He bows extravagantly once he removed his helm. "Well how was that?" he asks with a smile that is all too pleased.

Tristan smiles up at Aidric. "You managed to win a joust, cousin. I am considerably impressed by that fact alone. Tell me, was such a rare vintage of wine truly that motivating? If it was, I may dig up other rare vintages so I can bet on you in the next circuit tourney."

Tiadora cheers for Aidric's victory seeing as she's seen Thaddeus, Raimond, and Devlin all ride before; it's a hard won win. "Great job! Symon will laugh -so hard- when he hears about this!"

Aidric chuckles aware of the looks from those in the crowd. He rises from his bow, "Well if there was a prize I was going to fight for it would be wine," he smiles to Tristan. "As to the circuit, I'd much prefer to enjoy rare vintages from the stands with you and your new wife." Tiadora's remark is met with a turn of the head and a smile for her as well. "I am sure he will and will likely enjoy telling my father about it too."

Tristan laughs and nods. "That will be fine too. Perhaps we can both bet on a winner together then. You should go and celebrate though, I am sure that there are others that wish to congratulate you. But know that I am proud of you, Aidric, you have done well today."

"Now that sounds like a plan," he says, though it's unclear if it's the betting or celebrating, still Aidric's smile stays in place. "I will go get changed and get this," he taps his breastplate with his knuckles, "Back to my squire, but, joy on your wedding coz and we'll speak soon." To his other coz, Tiadora he gives a wink, "I hope it was an enjoyable day," before he decends the steps to the field and makes his way to his borrowed pavilion.

Tiadora giggles and nods enthusiastically. Of course she enjoyed it. She looks from Aidric to the lovely bride and groom and smiles for them. So happy this day has come and safely.

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