(1867-08-28) Ostvor Tourney: Bracketed Jousts Night One
Ostvor Tourney: Bracketed Jousts Night One
Summary: The first day of the bracketed jousts for the Ostvor Tournament
Date: 1867-08-28
Related: All logs dealing with the Ostvor Tournament of 1867
Players:
Alexandra  Alivia  Amara  Ariane  Cesare  Darren  Dawn  Devlin  Drusilla  Elrick  Emilia  Evelyn  Gabriel  Joffrey  Jonathan  Leander  Lero  Manfred  Michael  Odilia  Orion  Quentyn  Raelyn  Raimond  Thaddeus  Vorian  

Tournament Grounds - Ostvor - Couviere

Immediately off the heavy stone gates over to the Imperial Lands, nestled inside the inner Gatehouse level visible on all sides, are the tournament grounds of Ostvor. One of the rare (if not the only) large unopened expanse of the city then made up of tightly packed stones then with softer rocks atop them it has been established as a tournament ground. About the size of a large sports field built upon a foundation of stone, there are several divided sections of the stand for the varying countries from the Edge that have sent representatives to the tournament or visitors, appropriately divided by nobility. The native nobles have higher seats as well as the rulers of Couviere. There are smaller sections for commoners lower. The seats are built out of wood and many of them even have small cushions atop them, and a large tarp can be quickly unwheeled over the stands to give some protection from inclement weather. The various sections of the stands have the flags and heraldry of their cities and countries set beneath them. Underneath the stands are vendors selling food and small souvenirs.

The tournament grounds have two stalls setup for those who are competing to enter and leave, and otherwise for those who are giving support to the competitors to be arrayed in - healers, squires, footmen, or others who need to be immediately on hand. A small section is set aside for judges. The area where the actual tournament is to take place in faces the Imperial Gates, and is stone that has had heavy layers of straw and dirt and smaller rocks put atop it to soften it, and the competition grounds are designed so they can be switched around quickly with platforms and equipment depending on what competition is being held.

1867-08-28

The heat of yesterday's duels continues through to the first rounds of the bracketed jousts of the Ostvor Tourney of 1867 IA. Those same measures employed the day prior during the Duels hold true here, with chilled water for the Ducal Box and the knights that have made it to this, the highest brackets of the Joust (after well over a hundred other competitors were weeded out), and unchilled but at least clean water available for others. Awnings are set up over the noble portions of the stands to provide shade, and fans both makeshift and elaborate are a common site, as are wide-brimmed hats among the more common folk. The heat hasn't seemed to dampen anyone's mood, though. The stands are PACKED yet again, to the point where people eventually had to be turned away because there simply wasn't any more space on the Tourney Grounds to accomodate them (no nobles were turned away, of course, but a few hundred commoners aren't able to watch the Jousts this go-round, much to their chagrin…should've been among those that were already staking their spots at dawn).

Archduke Manfred l'Faust once again occupies the Ducal box with many of his distinguished guests. He's been socializing amiably with the lot of them for the last hour or so as everything gets properly arranged for this event. Eventually though, a runner arrives bearing news that all is in readiness, and with that, the Archduke rises to survey the crowds, before lifting his arms, causing the crowd to erupt into a deafening, roaring cheer that one might figuratively expect they could hear in Murnord from here. Manfred allows it to linger for several moments, until it starts to wane on its' own, and then makes the gesture for the crowds to quiet before speaking:

"Distinguished guests, noble competitors, Lords and Ladies and folk of many lands, it is my pleasure to officially announce the start of the Champion's bracket. May the One grant all who compete here today the strength, skill, honor, respect, and safety to make this an event to be remembered. Let the Jousts begin!"

And with that, a section of several horns blares a fanfare to announce the beginning of the competition.

Oh glorious meat on a stick! It is the only true reason to turn up at the events. Odilia having a skewer of the tasty treat in the well and crowded riff-raff section. Talking around a mouth full of the meat,"How many heads do you think we'll get to see get about knocked off today?" The man next to her shrugs,"Not so many as yesterday, I 'reckin." Odilia waves that stick o' meat at him,"If it turns out anything like them practice runs they made the other day, we'll get ta see plenty. That is if half of 'em can ever see straight yet." She smirks before gnawing another bite of the meat off of the stick. The second best thing about tournaments? Seeing so many noble heads get smacked around, and this tournament was so far providing that in spades. Pulling off the wide brimmed hat she's aquired since the day prior and using it to fan herself a moment before plunking it back onto her head.

Ramiond Giraldi moves to his jousting field (one of several found here at the moment, obviously), and renders his salute to Vorian t'Maren, who returns it in kind. A touch of good-natured banter is exchanged between the two men, but both seem quite focused on the task at hand as they take up their lances and prepare for the first charge.

Darren Haldis moves to his starting position and renders his courtesies to crowd, Archduke, and his opponent. "I hear good things about you t'Maren knights, Sir Jonathan. I'll look forward to a strong challenge."

Joffrey t'Synclarre elicits a few more cheers than most as he moves to face off against Quentyn Bazan, the latter of whom looks as relaxed as ever as he rides out to the start point, both men making their proper salutes and greeting each other before Quentyn comments:

"I'd hate to unhorse a Couvieri hero in his home country in front of his admirers, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to try."

"Would wish it any other way." Joffrey replies with a good natured smile, before taking up his lance and readying for the first pass.

Devlin Cassomir feels a bit of chagrin, inwardly, as he moves to his starting position, opposite Michael l'Corren, who like his goodbrother Joffrey, seems to attract a good bit of cheering from the crowd. Clearly the local favorite in this match, obviously. He renders his salutes, which is returned in kind, and keeps himself to a courteous greeting, which is also returned in kind. And now Devlin hopes his luck can turn and he can score some points in these Jousts, but he knows Michael is a fierce competitor. That won't be easy in this first round.

Standing near his horse, Gabriel l'Saigner watches as the first round of contestants take their places for the start of the brackets. There were a few good match-ups, but his focus was on Jonathan and Darren. He wondered which of the two he would have to face in the next round. Honestly, he didn't have a preference, either man would be a real challenge to compete against. He glances towards Thaddeus briefly, offering a nod.

Amara alternates between her seat and standing to get a better look towards the lifts and the knights preparing for the jousts, fluttering the fan to cool herself some against the heat. "Oh, there he is, I see him now!" A hand pointing rather emphatically towards were Elrick is preparing, having finally found the colors amongst all the others. She watches for a few moments before she is searching amongst the others to find..oh there…She frowns, nope..that's his brother. Seeking out the second apperance of to find the other Giraldi brother. Bouncing on her toes a little when she does find them and in turn Leander and that cat lord of his. She is on her feet cheering loudly with most everyone else when the announcement is made to kick everything off.

There's one positive to being matched up with the Duke of Eastfield: Jonathan t'Maren can be absolutely, positively certain that the crowd will be on his side in the first tilt. Still, coming off a frustrating showing in the preliminaries, he's dark and pensive, brow furrowing as he takes the field and surveys the lists. His opponent greets him respectfully, and he returns the favor, giving Darren a salute. "I imagine you will not be disappointed, Your Grace."

Still smarting a bit from yesterday's melee, Alexandra t'Maren rides into the lists looking weary but optimistic. The Joust is her better sport, and so while she did a reasonable job defending her honor and that of her house the previous day, today would be different. She hoped. Wincing, she tucks some loose hair behind her ear before she looks across the field. "Sir Elrick?" she mutters, more to herself than anything. "Starting with the big ones, I guess." Because the luck of the draw is never lucky. She puts her helmet on and reaches for her lance.

Raelyn sits next to her sister, eager to watch the jousts, to see if her brother, or if Thaddeus, or any of the other Rivanians might win. She's certainly hopes so, telling Emilia, "I think if any of them are to pull it off, it will be Thaddeus. But, I can hold yet out hope for Devlin." Always the sister's faith in her brother.

Evelyn l'Faust knows that she has many points to make up, and while she's not done poorly this Tourney, she's not done nearly as well as she would have liked. She tempers that urgency with calm, though. Experience and desperation are a Knight's worst enemy, afterall. She sits upon her steed, nodding to her opponent, Leander. "May you ride well, and honorably, Sir," she well wishes.

Emilia sips on a bit of water in the shade under the awning. It is getting a bit harder to be in denial about some things. But not impossible really, surely only getting the finer seats cause of accompanying her sister. Right? She does find her brother amongst the competitors. "That will be a tough of match." Simply commenting when she finds him paired against the one l'Corren brother, the one with manners and proper form. Unlike that other one..who barely got a slap on the wrist for his rather poor and insulting knightly form. She adds a bit of clapping to the rousing noise that comes along with the trumpets. And it does seem that Emilia has aquired a little flag to wave about in support of her brother.

Leander Giraldi, with favor fluttering upon his arm, pats said catlord once more on her head. It seems to be a sort of luck ritual…or maybe just an affectionate tap. Either way, it is the last thing Leander does before mounting his horse and riding to meet his first opponent, Sir Evelyn l'Faust. He smiles and nods in return. "May the One bless us both." With just a little more for Leander, of course.

Another hot and long day for Elrick as he is one of the knights that have made it to the final brackets, which shouldn't be too big of a surprise, the usual names are here and rarely are there any surprise competitiors slipping through. Trying to stay cool with the assistance of his squire, who has made a number of trips for either cold water or a cool cloth, the t'Tremaine appears to be ready for another round of jousting. Once more he climbs astride his charger, trotting to the assigned field where he will be facing off against Alexandra, his squire walking at a quick pace beside him with a number of tourney lances in hand. Elrick gaze does move off towards the stance and he actually manages to spot his rather energetic younger sister, offering her a wave in return. However, he sees her also searching out another and that causes his eyes to narrow, knowing most likely who she is looking for. But for now, he needs to turn his focus against his opponent, a formidable knight to be sure. A tourney lance is handed off to the t'Tremaine Knight on his end of the tilt and Joseph moves off to the side, leaving the knight to salute the Ducal box, then the crowd, and finally his opponent. "Let us give those watching a good show, Lady Sir Alexandra!"

Thaddeus sits astride his warhorse, a horse not unfamiliar with Couviere. As he was granted a bye in the first round, the knight waits at the ready, lance in one hand, with the favor on the arm, the other awaiting the shield from Gawain, with the helm tucked under it, letting Thad's long hair loose for a little while before the helm is placed upon his head. He returns Gabriel's nod, acknowledging the fellow champion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Darren attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest.

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

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

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Devlin has been KO'd!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Odilia cheers at lances being shattered. That stick o' mystrey meat getting waved in the air when an unhorsing occurs! "Right in the dirt! Ha!" But she is also soon commenting to her good friend,"Seems it might be the arms they're trying to take off today, not them heads. Think they all had a meeting before hand ta say enough of the head, half of us still can't think straight, let's go for our arms this time?" She smirks before taking a swing from a wine skin as her companion laughs. "Might have, just might have."

Emilia nods to Raelyn,"Devlin has been holding of his own so of far this time around." Hoping as well for him to continue finding his stride, he was her brother. "But Sir of Thaddeus is more of favoured." Though she does also seem to be tracking how Qunetyn is doing, who is maybe slightly like a brother. Sorta. She frowns slightly as she watches both Michael and Devlin shatter lances upon one another, trading the hits. But Devlin not being able to keep his seat as he hits the dirt. Her dark eyes focused on him until he is up and giving a bow of his head towards Michael, and no doubt the usual turn of words, plus talk of paying up later. "That went a bit of rougher than I had of thought for of him," she notes to her sister.

Evelyn rides, and rides well, but her opponent, Sir Leander, has the edge it would seem on her. She's able to score one light hit, but Leander's two puts him over and she realizes this when at last neither scores and she's unable to make up the difference. She exhales a breath and then nods to Leander, unable to deny the young Knight his skill and ability. "Well ridden, Sir. May your lance shatter well in your next match, but may we also meet again in the finals. I would wish to get another chance at you." She smiles, and while the smile is genuine, there is some mild frustration at herself, there. She had hoped to win a few tilts, at the very least, and now her jouney in the jousts will be all the more difficult.

Thaddeus watches the contest in earnest, trying to see if he can get some information that would help him in the contest. An early unhorsing of his friend Devlin causes a wince, but at least the young Cassomir got a couple of points for himself. When it is shown he will need to face Elrick, Thad dons his helm and takes up the shield from Gawain. The Greycen heir rides to the lists and salutes the box and his opponent before charging at the signal.

Three passes. Two hits. No luck on Jonathan's end. He gives the Duke another respectful salute and turns off the field, cursing his luck - again - and readying himself to fight his way back up the losers' bracket. At least the seeding puts him through to the next round. That does little to stop the t'Maren knight's expression from darkening as he watches the next set of tilts.

Right, that, uh. That had been misplaced confidence, clearly. Alexandra, try as she might, can't land a hit on Elrick. All three tilts she either misses him entirely, or she aims with enough time to give him space to dodge. "Well, drat," she hisses, nodding to him from afar and rubbing her lower back. There should be a day or so between melee and joust, dammit.

Gabriel sighs as Darren comes out ahead on points. He knew it would be a close thing, but it didn't stop him from hoping Jonathan would pull out a win. Mounting his horse, and taking his lance in hand, he brings his horse into position and stares down the Rivanan Duke. He salutes the man, and then shuts his visor, preparing himself for the charge and hoping that he can manage a good showing for himself.

Amara does beam at her older brother to spy him looking her way. She knows he may or may not actually spy her amongst all the people in the crowded stands, but he still gets that beaming smile. There may have been a smile sent in Leander's direction as well. She does sit as the event does truly get under way. Bouncing up once or twice as lances get shattered. There is a worried look to the man who gets unhorsed. Cause…OW! She is cheering though as both Elrick and Leader both win on points! Fanning herself some as she sits back down, chattering energetically at those with her while the knights take that spot of rest between their next set of tilts.

Focused is one way to describe Elrick when he rides against Alexandra. Even though no lances were broken, the t'Tremaine was accurate with his strikes as the judges award him with a point in each pass for each strike against the Lady Knight. After the third pass has ended, Elrick knows that he is advancing as he lifts his visored helm, inclining his head respectfully to Alexandra, "Good luck, Sir, we may face each other yet later on in the tourney." The t'Tremaine Heir is already mentally preparing himself for the next match, he knows who it will be, having studied the brackets before the final jousting begin. It would be the Lord Marshal of Rivana. Awaiting the Southern Knight, Elrick salutes the crowd and the Ducal box, then nods his head at Thaddeus before the helm is slipped back on and visor lowered. Then he is ready, awaiting the signal to charge.

The younger Giraldi does manage to edge Evelyn on points, though it is awfully close. As the two ride past, Leander offers a smile and acknowledgement of the victory. He adds, "I look forward to seeing you then in the finals, good Sir." Then, it is a short trip over to his next tilt…against Sir Joffrey. "May we both ride well and true, Sir."

Vorian and Raimond's match isn't spectacular, but there are a few solid hits exchanged before Raimond comes out a point ahead. "Well ridden Sir!" He calls out to Vorian, receiving a grin and a salute in turn, before moving to face Michael l'Corren, who all told, practically feels like an old friend on the Circuit, given how many times they've crossed paths. "Ah, we've missed you on the Circuit this year, Sir. Though I hear congratulations are in order. I promise I will be discrete about any victory I score over you here today if I am ever in the presence of your children in the future."

Michael laughs a bit at Raimond's jesting, shaking his head, "Your discretion is appreciated, Sir Raimond, but I do not think it will be necessary." And with a grin, he lowers his visor, moving to take up lance and charge.

Joffrey t'Synclarre wins another smattering of cheers from the crowd when he advances on points, waving to his wife in the stands before he faces off against Leander Giraldi, giving the man a salute and a smile, "You and your brother have proven skilled competitors out here, Sir Leander. I can only hope having the crowd with me will give me an edge, but in either case, it is my pleasure to compete against you."

Devlin Cassomir scores a lance-cracking hit against Michael l'Corren that elicits a gasp from the crowd…but Michael's hit is every bit as powerful in return…and it sends Devlin off his horse with all due haste. Ah…not the best start. But he picks himself up, dusts himself off, and goes to face Sir Vorian t'Maren.

Darren Haldis grins in anticipation as he moves to his new starting position, saluting Gabriel l'Saigner in kind, "Well met, Sir Gabriel. Been looking forward to this test." And then he too lowers his visor, and accepts the lance offered by his squire, his horse padding at the ground a couple of times before the charge begins.

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Darren with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Gabriel attacks Darren with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!

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

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

<COMBAT> Quentyn has been KO'd!

The crowd ROARS as Evelyn unhorses the Royal Lancer of Rivana. Certainly the hometown loves their heroine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Leander attacks Joffrey with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).

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

<COMBAT> Vorian has been KO'd!

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

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

<COMBAT> Joffrey has been KO'd!

The Lord Marshal if a formidable foe, that Elrick knows as he has faced the other knight numerous times, both in the joust and on the melee field. The first pass between the two knights, both warriors were able to angle their armor and shields so that the lances glance off without a solid hit, no points registered. It is on the second pass that Thaddeus lands a solid blow on the t'Tremaine's arm, causing his aim to be tweaked enough so that it is another glancing blow. The last pass though, Elrick was able to reverse his fortunes with a brutal blow from his tourney lance, not only does it break but it shatters, splinters flying out from the explosive impact. As he slows his charger at the end of the list, he wheels his steed around and is surprised to see that the Lord Marshal of Rivana is still mounted, "You kept your seat, Lord Marshal, a testament to your skill, Sir." That is all that is offered from the northern knight though the tone is actually a respectful one, surprisingly enough.

Throwing the handle of the broken lance to his squire, the t'Tremaine Heir looks to see who is next and is surprised that it is the younger Giraldi and frowns, especially when he sees the favor that the young knight is sporting. "Sir Leander, your favor, I like the colors. However, I do not believe the color suits you." With that said, Elrick moves to his end of the list and demands a lance from his squire, the salute to the crowd and the Ducal box offered once more, but none for the Giraldi.

Refocusing her determination after that last round with Leander, Evelyn rides next against Quentyn. She nods her head, and offers him an honorific, as is her custom. But there is now more, a firm concentration set upon her, knowing that she has no more chances. And the concentration proves to her benefit, breaking her lance and unhorsing her opponent in the first tilt. She exhales, nods to him and after making sure he is unhurt, turns to watch the rest of the jousts unfold. One down. And many more to go.

Thaddeus grunts in frustration as his passes went rather poorly, but he tries to not to let it show as the judge's decision is rendered. He gives Elrick a polite nod and as he passes Leander, victorious against the Templar he says, noting Elrick's commentary, says to Leander, politely, "Kick his ass". With that, Thad rides to face his Devlin Cassomir, who gets the customary nod and salute.

Amara chews on her lip as she sees just who Elrick and Leader are going to face in this next round. Both were skilled knights. Her hands already starting to wring that poor fan in fretment (yes, fretment!) She cheers as Erlick wins his bout once more. But with Leander's taking extra tilts as the men tie after the usual rounds, the young woman is rathe rfocused on it. And the only one who is cheering a bit wildly when Leander unhorses Joffrey. Oh boy does that earn her some looks. And her one companion tries to yank her back down to the bench. Oh the One help her….Elrick and Leander are facing each other in their next match. She fans herself rather frantically as she worries at her lower lip. Trying to focus on the rounds running before then. But…the One!

Odilia gnaws through some more of her stick 'o mystrey meat. Cheering through mouthfuls as the knights crack and shatter lances upon each other. The half eatten stick of meat its waved at a couple,"I think them ones need some more practice, can't seem ta hit the broad side of a barn if it jumped up right in front of them." She cheers loudly! When there is the first unhorsing. But then another! "Now that is fine entertainment!" Adding a whistle and whooping! Rowdy commoner!

By the time he's quite literally back in the saddle, Jonathan's mood has improved if only marginally. And his opponent, in this case, is a man he's seen a number of times before - and a dangerous one, even if he's coming off an unhorsing. "Sir Joffrey. A pleasure as always." A respectful nod, and then his lance is lowered as he prepares to charge.

Gabriel charges forward, in the back of his mind holding the thought that he was riding against Haldis and that this would bring back some glory to l'Corren. He manages to score a point on his first pass while ducking slightly to the side to let Darren's lance go over him. His second pass doesn't score him any points, but he doesn't let Darren score any either. Taking a breath, he charges forward, his lance connecting again. Riding back to the side to take a breather, he nods to the Duke along the way. "Well ridden, Your Grace." He takes a moment to glance to the Ducal box to look at his father.

Dark eyes look to Devlin's next match, Emilia noting,"That knight has shown to be rather of solid this of tournament. Hopefully Devlin was not to of rattled." Giving a almost cheery wave of her little flag thingy, it was a rather stark contrast to her most stoic looking expression. But it is Quentyn that ends up drawing Emilia's attention…when he goes flying from his horse. She is intent upon the Lancer until it is clear he is ok, all the same she notes,"I will have to of stop and make sure he is all of right later." Assuming he isn't already back on duty. That little flag gets some more waving, quite enthusiastically when Devlin unhorses his opponent! A breath does slip though to see who her brother faces,"Well I of guess we have chance to see of Devlin or of Sir of Thaddeus prevail this of time."

Ow. Joffrey t'Synclarre is feeling his age as he peels himself up off of the dirt following an unhorsing by Leander Giraldi. Truth be told it wasn't a terribly violent dismounting, and he's not too wobbly once he regains his feet, lifting his visor in salute to Leander, and a hand to the crowd to let them know he's all right, before he reclaims his horse and moves to the next field, returning the nod to Jonathan as he readies himself for the charge, "Indeed, Sir Jonathan. The One grant we both give our best in this contest."

Leander and Joffrey are fairly evenly matched…so much so that, after the usual three passes, the two knights find themselves tied. And so…another tilt….and this one finds Leander the victor. Not only does he score the hit and managed to make Joffrey miss…but dehorsing him in the process. Leander tosses the lance to a squire as he immediately turns around, to ensure that Joffrey is okay. Finding him to be so, Leander then rides off to the side…as his next match is not quite ready. Though…it promises to be very intriguing. For already has Leander drawn Elrick's ire…as the glance towards the t'Tremaine knight would tell tale.

Darren Haldis would be lying if he said he wasn't a little disappointed at not even scoring a hit on Gabriel l'Saigner. But he manages a polite smile anyway and notes, "Well Jousted, Sir. I'll have to try to meet you in the finals the hard way, it seems." And then he moves to face…The Hometown heroine. "Well, you've definitely got the crowd on your side, Sir Evelyn." Darren muses, "I suppose they'd love nothing more than to see you put me in the dirt. Which just means I'm going to try to do the same all that much more."

Well, Devlin's second round is MUCH better than his first, and after making sure the unhorsed Vorian is all right, he moves to face…"Sir Thaddeus. I do hate seeing two of us in an elimination match. But if it's any consolation, Itwo of Couviere's heavies are doing the same thing one lane over."

Raimond Giraldi ever-so-narrowly outscores his "rival" Michael l'Corren, which doesn't seem to be entirely enjoyed by the crowd, though it's not quite to the point of "boos." And then he gets a bit of rest…plenty of time to think about who he has to face next. Ah well, he can only make his best attempt. The man seems to be unstoppable.

Meanwhile, Michael l'Corren makes his way to the field across from Alexandra t'Maren, giving her a salute and a polite greeting, before preparing for the charge.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Devlin has been KO'd!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All this spectatoring is hungry business, Odilia waves down one of the wandering vendors and aquires another mystrey stick of meat. "Oh, this one has that added mystrey sauce!" The bubbly woman about as excited about that as the violence the knights are visiting upon one another. Taking a swipe of her finger across the meat before popping it into her mouth to suck said sauce from the digit. "Anyone ever tell ya, that ya have some odd priorities?" Odilia just grins at her companion,"Most every day." She cheers enthusiastically as lances shatter, and whistles when another knight gets knocked from his horse. "Wait? Didn't that one already end up gettign thrown ta the dirt earlier? Bet he's gonna be practicing something after losing all that coin."

The little flag gets waved about with the start of the tilts. But it is soon in Emilia's lap and then on the ground as she stands with Devlin ending up knocked from his horse again after Thaddeus gets that second lance to connect with him again. Those dark eyes focused on Devlin where he lays, with the stoic mien it makes for quite the stare. Only shifting her glances and retaking her seat once Devlin is on his feet. "Remember, you are not of allowed to sulk more than him about of this," noting to Raelyn as she does sit again.

It's a well-jousted bout between Jonathan and Joffrey, but in the end, the t'Maren ends up doing a little bit better, two hits to the t'Synclarre's one. "Well jousted, Sir," he says with a respectful nod, and he's done in plenty of time to watch the tail end of his wife's match with Michael l'Corren. Six tilts are a rare thing, and he finds his anticipation rising by the end, only to curse under his breath when Sir Michael advances on points. Still, he has his own task at hand. Namely, his longtime tourney adversary, Thaddeus Greycen. As always, the Lord Marshal will be a challenge.

Watching from the Rivanan side of the stands, Dawn Bazan cranes her neck then to get a better view of the exchanged jousting combatants, enjoying just sitting back then and seeing the excellent displays

Amara is decidedly less energetic with the current tilts in progress. Fretful looks being sent towards the matchups listed. Was it even possible to cheer for both of them? The One help her! And there were certainly several silent prayers being sent to the One over the matter. Her poor lower lip being worried at some more as Elirick and Leander move into place to face each other in their lane.

Pleased at seeing his brother finally emerge the victor on points, Gabriel tosses out a congratulatory remark as he moves his horse to position. Glancing across at Raimond Giraldi, he salutes the Rivanan knight. He takes his lance from a squire and slams his visor down and readies himself for the charge.

Thad and Devlin have a relatively uneventful first pass, Thad's lance landing a respectable, but not terribly solid hit on the Cassomir knight. The second round has Thad landing a similar blow, but Devlin's stirrup fails to give him the support he needs and the younger knight tumbles to the ground. When Thad approaches he offers a hand to Devlin and when Devlin accepts and is pulled up, Thad nods and says, "Do not worry about a ransom. You've gone well." The Greycen then salutes the requisite people and readies himself for the last match of the night, his regular opponent, who gets the usual nod and salute.

Evelyn does not look entirely pleased, learning she will be facing Darren. But, she takes this as a challenge, as she ever has when facing what she percieves as difficult odds. And the tilts are not as easy, or as decisive as her last, but she manages to win out on points, nodding her head to Darren in respect, but that burden is not easily settled when she sees she will next be facing Michael. "We face each other again, Sir," she tells him. "I will seek to return the favor that you left me with in the duels." She half-smiles, then closes her visor, and readies for the tilt.

As Leander finally moves into place, with Elrick facing him, the southern knight does what the northern will not. He salutes Elrick, properly, as a knight should to another. There is no ill will…no malice in his actions. Leander also offers a greeting, though he knows it will matter little. "May the One favor us both this day." So…yeah…maybe he chose the word 'favor' on purpose. And of course, the unspoken thought of the One favoring Leander more goes without saying.

When she finally catches her lost breath, Alexandra salutes over to Michael. What a match, indeed! And now, it's time to disappear for a moment or three. Frustrated, she rides off for the stable at a near-gallop, losing her lance along the way.

Raimond takes his position, and he'd be a damn liar if he said he wasn't a bit nervous, but he does a fine job of not showing it, returning Gabriel's salute and adding, "It is my honor to test my skill against you, Sir." And then he moves to his start, lowers his visor, digs in his heels and lets the charge begin. Hope for glory, prepare for the worst….

Joffrey smiles to Jonathan as they conclude their passes, "Looks like an early out for me this Tourney, Sir Jonathan. Good luck in the rest of the bracket." He doesn't seem too disappointed, really, likely looking forward to spending some time in Ostvor with his wife.

"And I'll seek to repeat it." Michael notes to Evelyn with a grin, "Nothing personal of course."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Michael attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - Critical wound to Neck.

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

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

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Evelyn has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Gabriel has been KO'd!

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

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

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

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

Odilia cheers and whops as they get treated to /two/ unhorsings at the same time. That meat stick is waved wildly in the air! "Did ya see that, even a lance to the neck! Bet that one is hearing nothing but bells!" The man with her, which really being so tightly packed in the commoner area, it is hard to say he's the only one 'with her', laughs and cheers right along with her. "Does seem we're gonna get quite the show come them finals. Least we can hope."

Fate can be ironic. Evelyn rides, and rides well against Michael, at least, for the first tilt. The second either she leans too far in, or perhaps Michael's experience speaks out, but for the first time in the Tourney, Evelyn l'Faust is unhorsed as Michael's lance shatters against her. Sure, she hits him in return, but the hard earth is her only solace. And after the realization hits her, she slowly gets up, nodding her silent honorific to Michael, before moving off the field. She is clearly dissatisfied with her performance, despite the points she's earned.

For a moment…just a moment…the crowd actually grows almost-silent, a collective gasp taken in, and then the sound that erupts is…well, it's not quite a roar of adulation and it's not completely howls of outrage, but it's definitely a lot of noise. And perhaps the anguish of a great many people who just lost their coin on bets on Gabriel.

It's hard to tell who's more stunned, though. Raimond himself or the crowd (or Sir Gabriel for that matter). Still, he has enough presence of mind to wait to see Gabriel rise to his feet, and then gives him a salute, "It seems luck favored me, Sir Gabriel. Perhaps we will meet again in the finals, and win or lose it would again be my honor." He inclines his head to Gabriel, and then moves off the field, already pondering the notion that he may be getting death-threats for the rest of the week…probably not serious ones…but all the same.

Lost in all the unhorsings is Jonathan t'Maren's very quiet loss on points to Thaddeus Greycen, a forgettable ending to a forgettable showing in Ostvor. Dignity demands that he shows the man respect, of course, and he tosses off a crisp salute and an obligatory "Well jousted, Sir." And then he's headed away from the lists, perhaps to find the other t'Marens who have been similarly driven from the field. Misery loves company, after all.

With three Rivana knights in play, Emilia is dividing her attention between the three lanes. There is a blink and then some right eneregetic clapping when Raimond unhorses that supposedly Untouchable Red Knight. She leans towards her sister to say,"I am of thinking that is what he is of getting for having behaved so of poor after winning the free for of all." Even if the words are likely lost to the collective surprise that takes over most of the stands.

On the three passes that Elrick rode against Leander, he scored only one blow but it was a the one that won him this particular tilt against the younger of the Giraldi brothers, who is also wearing his younger sister's favor. That one blow to the younger knight's chest hit with enough impact that it snapped the tourney lance in half, the blunted half sent spinning off to the side while the shaft with the now splintered end is still in Elrick's hand. He tosses it away to be replaced by a fresh lance from his squire, the last pass offering a point to Leander but in the end, this tilt was his. No parting words are offered, perhaps not wishing to say anything too inappropriate, not wanting to upset his little sister or draw unncessary attention, more than he already had.

Amara is slightly relived, just slightly when their lances just skim past each other on that first pass. That fan is truly being worked over in her lap as she sits on the edge of her seat. She ends up holding her breath when Elrick's lances shatters on that next round! Only letting it out when Leander manages to keep his seat. Amara's emotions are on quite the rollarcoaster and clearly show on her face, much to the amusement of her companion in seeing the conflict. "That'll teach you for giving your favour to someone so unworthy." Oh that earns a /glare/ from Amara!! She does cheer when the match is decided, especially without more lances being shattered. Her heart couldn't have taken an actually unhorsing. But that cheer doesn't quite match the energy of earlier ones, all the fretting has worn her out!

It is pretty clear that the t'Tremaine knight was not pleased with Leander. And…apparently, he wanted to make a point. That point being a broken lance upon Leander's chest. However, as solid as the hit is, Leander remains within his saddle, which probably didn't please his opponent all that much. One more pass sees Leander scoring a point…but it is not enough to best the t'Tremaine. However, Leander doesn't seem all that angry. In fact, he is smiling, a half-smile as he rides up and gives Elrick a nod. "Well ridden, Sir. I look forward to our next dance." Then….as he rides off, Leander considers saying something more….but his better judgement holds out. Barely. Still…he is smiling just a bit more, amused at his silent musings.

Gabriel rides forward, his first pass missing though he takes a hard hit in his gut as Raimond's lance shatters. It's all he can do to hold on. His next pass see's him score a hit, but he's hit again and he topples off his horse, landing on the ground with a grunt. For a second he wonders how different this event would be if the two competitors had to ride at each other and then draw hand cannons and fire at one another. That would be interesting.

With a grunt, he manages to get to his feet. "Well done." He responds to Raimond, offering the Rivanan a nod. "Perhaps we will, though we both have a hard road to get there. I'll send you some gold shortly, Sir." With another nod, he heads off to get some water and to let Alina worry over him.

Thad's match turns out to be relatively uneventful, compared to the others. He nods to Jonathan, "And to you. I look forward to meeting you in Pacitta, since it seems fate wants us to face each other regularly." With that, Thad retires to the sidelines to retire for the evening. No doubt he intends on attending one of the many parties in the city with his wife.

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