(1867-05-11) Normont Tourney: Archery Competition
Normont Tourney: Archery Competition
Summary: The crowds gather as some of the best archers in the Edge compete in Normont
Date: 05/11/1867
Related: Normont Tourney logs
Adrienne  Aidric  Clara  Clarke  Emilia  Lucas  Raelyn  Thaddeus  

Tourney Grounds - Normont - Rivana

The tournament field of Normont is a wide, sprawling field with three tiers of stands for the viewing audience to partake in. A wide field of gravel with straw and mud packed atop it serves as the primary tournament grounds, with embankments that can be used for a separation bar for jousting and barriers set up for melee. A track leading up to the main streets serves as a lead in for the traditional parade for the participants, and when the tournament is being held as a readiness zone for combatants and their assistants coming to and fro to the tournament grounds that is sheltered.

The viewing stands are backed by a large herald of a Falcon, the ducal crest of House Gerrell, made out of laid stone and carved in blocks to be carefully assembled as high as the main stands, marked underneath with a carved map of Rivana and with emblems of the One Faith about it.

The stands are divided up into three main sections. They are wooden stands, braced against stone and metal, with a long overhang to provide the crowd with protection from the elements. A grandstands area is at the center, where the ruling families of Normont sit with their honored guests and those conducting the tournament, with surrounding areas for nobility. The grandstands, of course, have the best view and the most comfortable chairs, and servants go to and fro attending to the nobility. A large flag rests about the grandstands of the heraldry of House Gerrell, the red and black banner displaying the falcon sigil. The next layer of stands are for the richer merchants or those who have managed to pay for better tickets, and are comfortable and have easy access to comforts and sellers taking up food and concessions, and good drink. The lowest stands are for Commoners, and those 'stuck in the mud' - and occasionally they might even get some flung up at them from the combatants. Often sections of the stands will be unofficially divided up to those from specific cities amongst the kingdoms of those participating in the great tournaments, making cheering sections.

11th of Mai, 1867

For what seems to be a rarity for this tournament, the day of the archery competition actually finds the weather to be bright and sunny. What dampness that had mired the field for the previous events at least for now seems to have dried up…at least to the point where it is not a ruddy mess to walk through the field. A row of targets has been set for this event, with various archers out selecting their 'favorite' spots on the line to shoot. Contrary to previous archery competitions, this one seems to be a little more populated with spectators. After all, the House Gerrell Bowmen are known to be one of the best infantry units of the Edge…a fact that more than a few Huntresses might dispute.

In fact, the judge for the archery contest bears the crest of House Gerrell…a sure sign that he is of the Bowmen. He gives out the rules of the contest…rules that most everyone present already knows, including a certain Tracano Princess. Clara is in her leathers…her obviously tailored leathers…as she stands in front of a target. Her quiver with her black and green fletched arrows sit upright on the ground, a relatively dry patch of land. In her hand, her signature longbow of rosewood, resplendent with floral engravings upon the arms. She seems to be in good spirits, though she does have a certain determination about her. It seems the princess always is serious when it comes to archery.

Adrienne Cassomir has come as well today, to compete in the archery, wearing one of her finer Huntress outfits, tunic and leggings of good quality, and a bow of medium size and good craftsmanship she carries in her hand. Slung over her shoulder is the quiver of arrows, and with her dark brown hair tied into the typical Huntress braid it should be safe from getting in the way. Her posture is at ease, yet showing the slight tension, that is usual for someone who is about to give a demonstration in front of so many onlookers, but for all that her mien remains stoic.

Clarke is sitting up and over then in the stands then, still somewhat sore and otherwise just sitting back to watch the Huntresses and others who are forming up to display things. His eyes turn over to look at the targets, and then he measures over those who are going to ready to shoot. Otherwise in his mind a visual in contrast of a line of archers firing into a long line of infantry in his head even as he shifts to look from targets back and forth.

One such huntress was out upon the fields, Emilia wearing those typical Huntress styled leathers and bearing that leather token about her left arm, the well crafted leather bearing that odd symbol upon one end. Her quiver set with the number of arrows allotted for the competition. Her fingers were giving her bow string a faint testing. Faint incline of her head being given to her cousin and Clara and a few others. The young woman looking as stoic and solemn as ever. If being set before so many to compete bothered her, it was not showing.

While she was a fierce competitor of the archery competition in Tourney's prior, the Viscountess Raelyn Cassomir had been absent for the last few showings, but she, much like a few other Huntresses, is here now. Clad in her own leathers, reminiscent of the Huntress leathers she once wore far more often, the woman seems to have a good mood about her. The fact both that her family is near, and that the day's turn of weather to something more sunny may have something also to do with her disposition. Her arrows are readied in her quiver, and she smiles towards Clara, warmly, telling the Princess, "Let's see how well we do, today, mmm?" A friendly commentary on some friendly competition. She shifts her eyes to the bowmen competing, "And let us at least make certain that one of them does not keep the title here, yes?" This latter said to both Emilia, and Adrienne. Clearly, Raelyn expects one of them to take the tournament.

Lucas l'Sainger is among the competitors, the Wraith dressed in casual noble fashions with a green doublet and black breeches tucked into tall boots. He stands at the firing line, bow in hand quietly sizing up both the targets and his foes.

Aidric Carling sprawls in the stands to watch the day's events from the shade of the noble's box. The knight is not often at such events but today he has made an exception.

Thaddeus sits with the others of his station, it is one of the few events in which he does not compete. He is comfortably dressed, though still stylish, in his dark blue and silver attire. The Greycen takes a chance to scan the field to see who is competing.

The milling around of participants starts to dissipate, as it is apparent that the line judge is moving to take his place. Poised above the field, the fellow takes a few moments to situate himself appropriately for the task at hand before his voice calls out in a deep baritone. "Archers! Please take your marks! As per usual, there will be three rounds of three flights apiece. The scores will be tallied after each round and the winner will be announced at the end of the third round. The winner of this contest will be awarded a brace of three handcannons, which shall be presented at the end of the tournament during the awards ceremony."

There is a pause thrown in there for effect. Then…one final word from the judge. "Archers, you may fire at my command." Another pause…perhaps solely to build tension…followed by a single word.


<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (8 7 8 8 6 4 4 1 6 5 7 7 7 5 8)
<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (4 6 6 8 6 5 6 7 8 7 4 7 2 7 4)
<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Great Success. (3 2 3 5 7 8 8 2 2 5 7 5 3 1 1)
<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows: Good Success. (3 2 7 4 1 6 4 4 8 1 3 1 5 5 3)
<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows: Great Success. (5 1 5 6 4 2 4 8 6 5 8 4 7 7 3)
<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (3 8 2 8 8 1 2 4 8 5 3 2 7 4 8)
<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (7 8 8 2 1 1 5 8 2 6 7 2 2 7 8)
<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Success. (6 4 5 1 6 1 6 3 3 8 3 3 2 2 4)
<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Good Success. (7 1 6 5 1 4 4 6 4 7 7 5 6 5 6)
<FS3> Lucas rolls Bows: Good Success. (3 1 8 3 6 5 7 7 3 3 3 2)
<FS3> Lucas rolls Bows: Good Success. (1 7 7 4 5 2 4 3 4 2 2 4)
<FS3> Lucas rolls Bows: Failure. (6 1 6 1 4 5 3 4 5 3 1 5)
<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (8 3 6 6 2 8 6 3 8 6 8 7 8 1 3 3)
<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Great Success. (6 4 4 5 3 3 8 1 4 7 4 4 5 3 7 8)
<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Great Success. (6 3 6 6 4 2 7 2 4 5 6 8 7 8 2 1)

When the sign is given Adrienne looks up, shooting a brief glance towards her Huntress and Cassomir kin, a special smile offered to Raelyn, and then to Emilia. Clara receives a nod in silent 'Good luck!', and a certain Carling is noticed as well among those who have come to watch the contest. Then the freckled Cassomir's focus is on the first round of three shots, she aims at the target, green eyes narrowing just so as they focus on the bull's eye, and with a hissing sound the arrow flies on as she lets it loose. Her performance increases in regards to the quality of her shots, arrows gradually nearing the bull's eye, and the third even hitting in its center.

Clarke cranes his neck to look over at the targets. He sees the fired arrows, nocked and aimed accurately and let flown. He whistles at the accuracy, tracing each contestant's darts then as they went to the targets, trying to track the score in his head.

Emilia turns her attention towards the line judge moves forward and covers the rules. A faint breath being taken as she does move to her mark. A finger lightly brushing over that token before she takes up the first of her three arrows waiting for that command to fire. Sending the arrow along after a moment, which finds the center of her target. The second is drawn and there is similiar pause before she sends it off towards the target as well…and it too finds the center of the target splitting her first arrow right in twain. Though it is not something Emilia herself seems to give focus upon as that third arrow is notched and drawn. It hitting the target with a solid *thunk* just slightly outside that bullseye area. A strong and solid start. Now…if she can keep it up. Though is a flicker of her eyes towards the other targets…Lucas may just get a faint raise of a brow.

Raelyn takes aim after sharing a smile with family, and with Clara. Clearly for her this is more fun, than anything else. But there's still that competitive spirit about her. Her first round does not disappoint, the three arrows plunged near enough one another, and the first landing within the bullseye section perfectly. She seems pleased enough for the results, and briefly glances down the line. Emilia gets a slightly mischievous smile from her sister, as Raelyn readies for the next volley.

So much for getting out his bad shots early. Lucas' final arrow misses the target entirely and strikes the wooden wall set up beyond the targets with a THUNK. He sighs as he looks at the other targets, except for him it had been an exceptional round. He takes a deep breath and then takes out three more arrows to shoot.

Aidric applauds the first round of shooting. "Well shot don't you think?" he remarks to Thaddeus. "Who do you favor for the win?" he asks.

The black and green arrow of Clara's is in the air as the command from the judge fades. Her first shot nails the bull's eye dead center. It is clearly a pleasant surprise…but the surprise itself throws Clara's aim off for the next two shots, as she strays away rather much from the center. The third corrects for the mistake of the second…but still, not as good as her first offering. With a frown, Clara centers herself, pulling another arrow free of the quiver, readying herself to shoot…but most of all…to do better.

The judge hmms softly and nods to himself as he jots down the points for the first round. There is an rather appreciative glance sent over towards Emilia, who very nearly had a perfect round…only one point shy. That arrow split may have also to do with the glance over to the current Mistress of the Hunt. However, he notes that the former Mistress now Viscountess Raelyn Cassomir is also quite impressive, herself just short 2 points. It looks early on to be a contest for the Cassomirs, as Adrienne rounds out the third spot.

With the tally safely recorded, the judge calls out. "Impressive, I must say. Prepare yourselves for the second round! Fire on my mark." Again, there is a pause…a purposeful delay in which to build tension. "Fire!"

<FS3> Lucas rolls Bows: Great Success. (4 2 2 8 6 8 7 1 7 1 5 4)
<FS3> Lucas rolls Bows: Good Success. (3 6 5 8 5 8 1 3 1 3 7 3)
<FS3> Lucas rolls Bows: Great Success. (8 6 1 8 4 8 8 5 1 5 3 5)
<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Great Success. (7 5 8 8 4 6 1 2 6 4 6 1 5 1 8)
<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Good Success. (8 8 6 3 6 5 8 4 2 2 6 3 1 4 2)
<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Good Success. (2 4 6 4 8 2 4 8 4 8 4 1 6 3 2)
<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows: Good Success. (3 4 7 3 8 4 2 3 4 5 8 4 5 2 3)
<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows: Good Success. (7 5 2 1 6 1 3 8 6 5 4 3 7 4 3)
<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows: Great Success. (3 4 2 4 5 8 3 8 3 5 1 1 3 7 7)
<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Good Success. (6 3 5 2 6 5 8 2 3 4 4 5 4 8 5)
<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Great Success. (4 3 2 4 3 7 6 3 6 7 4 3 3 8 7)
<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Success. (6 3 3 3 1 1 5 4 8 1 2 5 3 3 5)
<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (2 6 6 5 3 5 7 8 2 2 8 5 6 7 7 7)
<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (1 7 8 7 3 8 8 6 7 6 8 3 3 6 3 6)
<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (7 4 1 1 6 8 1 7 2 7 6 1 5 7 7 8)

With the next round call for, Emilia sends her arrows off in fine order. Though it seems the round is not quite as solid as the first. perhaps because her eyes do end up straying along towards Raelyn's target and the triple bullseye her sister achieves. Just a faint raise of the brow towards her sister. Like old times it seems.

Clarke watches over the arrows sped.. Then his eyes whirl over to watch the shots fired by the Viscountess and his jaw flat out drops over at the impacts in what as far as he can tell is the greatest feat of accuracy he has ever seen in his life.

"…Nevermind. I think the One has spoken as to who's to win," Aidric says, mouth agape as he watches Raelyn put three arrows into the bullseye.

Lucas for his part has a good round, but not as good as Raelyn. "One above," he smiles as he shakes his head. He wasn't going to win today but at least that last round kept him with the pack.

Adrienne has been more content with her first series of shots, as with her second round, only one arrow barely touches at the bull's eye. Her green eyes drift to study Raelyn's target, and widen when she sees how her cousin, former Mistress of the Hunt and now Viscountess, has managed to land all three of her shots right in the center.

Clara's shots are varied. Another shot within the inner ring, close to her last, followed by an arrow just off of the center. But…her third shot goes wide once more…and it is plain to see that she is not at all pleased with herself. She manages to hold her demeanor well (she wouldn't last long if she didn't) but those that know her know that she is not thrilled with herself. Then…her eyes turn to look at Raelyn's target….and her mouth hangs open. For just a moment. If Clara didn't have a case of the fangirl with Raelyn before, she sure as hell does now.

One bullseye. A second, shaving the shaft of the third. And then a third bullseye, splitting the second arrow straight down the middle. She tilts her head, perhaps even surprised at herself, then looks to see the others. If she is, indeed, surprised, she doesn't show it just yet. She exhales, then, and moves to pick up her arrows for the last round, not wishing to lose the momentum, or that deadly accuracy which she's built up.

The judge himself seems duly impressed with Raelyn's feat. To the point where he actually forgets to tally the points right away. It takes a nudge from an onlooker to jostle him free to remember he still has a job to do. The points are written down, and he calls out to the contestants. "With that outstanding display of marksmanship, Viscountess Raelyn Cassomir has taken the lead with 22 points. However, her sister the Lady Emilia Cassomir is close behind with 18! There is still a chance for an upset here!"

The line judge takes on a more reserved tone. "Archers, this is the third and final round of the day. Make your flights count! You may fire at my mark!" For the third and final time, he allows the tension to build, before breaking it with that all-important command. "Fire!"

<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows: Failure. (5 2 3 6 2 5 6 3 5 6 3 2 3 1 5)
<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows: Good Success. (2 7 1 2 4 3 6 2 7 1 1 2 1 5 8)
<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows+5: Great Success. (4 6 5 3 3 7 4 3 7 4 8 8 4 2 6 6 3 4 7 1)
<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Good Success. (3 6 3 1 5 4 7 1 7 1 4 6 5 6 2)
<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Great Success. (3 4 7 6 7 2 8 1 1 2 6 4 5 7 3)
<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows+5: Good Success. (1 5 3 5 2 7 1 6 1 4 8 2 6 4 6 1 1 4 4 8)
<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Great Success. (5 5 2 8 7 6 5 3 3 5 3 7 4 8 2)
<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Good Success. (7 3 6 3 7 5 3 5 4 2 2 1 7 6 6)
<FS3> Clara rolls Bows+5: Great Success. (6 5 5 4 1 6 7 4 2 4 2 4 1 8 7 8 5 4 6 8)
<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Good Success. (2 1 3 4 2 4 4 8 8 3 8 5 5 4 3 2)
<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (7 7 2 8 2 8 2 8 3 7 5 5 7 6 3 4)
<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows+5: Great Success. (5 2 2 6 3 7 5 3 8 6 4 1 5 6 4 6 8 8 5 5 6)
<FS3> Lucas rolls Bows+5: Great Success. (5 6 3 3 3 1 7 6 6 2 4 8 7 3 6 5 8)
<FS3> Lucas rolls Bows: Good Success. (8 5 2 3 1 8 4 6 6 6 3 1)
<FS3> Lucas rolls Bows: Good Success. (6 2 1 7 7 2 1 7 3 1 6 3)

The last round is called for and Emilia reaches for her arrows again. Each is notched and drawn, a breath drawn before slowly released. The arrow being released at the end of the breath. Her arrows hit true enough, but remain outside the center of the target. And are surely not enough to catch up with the great shots of her sister. A turn of her eyes towards Raelyn's target confirms that easily enough. "If I had of known you wanted hand of cannons so of bad, I would have gotten you of some when I was in Venderos." A turn of deadpan teasing of her sister. Though there is a flicker of surprise when she realizes that there are only two arrows in Adrienne's target.

This time, the line judge is on top of his game, calculating the totals within record time. The arrows barely finished quivering before that baritone is calling out. This time, it is with genuine excitement. "Lords and Ladies, it is my pleasure to present to you the winner of the Normont Archery Tournament. Our victor, with a total of 31 points, is the Viscountess Raelyn Cassomir!" As the applause fills the field, the judge continues on. "Coming in second is her sister, the Lady Emilia Cassomir, with 25 points. And, in third, we have a tie, with both the Lady Adrienne Cassomir and her Highness, Princess Clara Tracano at 21 points! Please, a round of applause for all of our competitors today!"

Well…it was a moot point for Clara in the third round. She knew even on her best day she was not going to catch up to Raelyn….and so she looked surprisingly more relaxed with her last three shots. And it showed, with one in the inner ring and two just barely askew of the center. All in all, Clara seems back to her usual cheerful self again. A smile and a nod is given to Raelyn in congratulations…but no words shared. Not yet. Perhaps that hero worship has stolen Clara's words. Instead, she walks to her target, collecting her arrows herself, silently, as no doubt others come to celebrate Raelyn's victory with her. Clara simply collects her arrows, and vacates the field, as unobtrusive as she possibly can.

Raelyn's poorest shot of the evening comes on the wind of the triple bullseye she carried in the second volley. She turns it around thus with a bullseye again, and then a near-bullseye as well. She tips her head and counters to Emilia, "I didn't know I wanted them, until I saw how shiney they were," in a somber, and serious tone. She blinks, too, however, after Adrienne's shot had missed.

There was an incline of Emilia's head towards Clara, her friend had shot well. Lucas gets a bit of a head bow. Though she does looks back towards Raelyn,"Because they are of shiny? Have you been of spending too much of time with Naois of now?" Giving a slight shake of her head as well before seeing her arrows collected as others move to congratulate Raelyn.

Lucas smiles when he finishes his third round without a miss and when the winners are announced he applauds Raelyn with the rest of them. She shot well, very, very well. Then like Clara he gathers his gear and slips from the field with a nod for Emilia as he passes her.

Adrienne was so overwhelmed by her first round of shots, but alas, her performance dims with every round of shots taken. Of her last round, the first goes astray, flying past the target. And only the second hits, and the third even closer to the bull's eye still. Her green eyes narrow just so, a line building between her brows, as she looks up. But then it is Raelyn and Emilia who are announced as having won first and second place in the contest, and she manages a smile for the both of them. "I could have done better, but you two were in rare form today," she allows, as she gathers her things to move off the field.

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