(1867-08-31) Ostvor Tourney: Archery Competition
Ostvor Tourney: Archery Competition
Summary: The archery competition for the Ostvor Tournament.
Date: 1867-08-31
Related: All logs dealing with the Ostvor Tournament of 1867
Clara  Elaida  Emilia  Jonathan  Odilia  Raelyn  Stephen  Thaddeus  Tiadora  Tristan  

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.


The sweltering heat continues to persist in Ostvor. Always an event under attended when compared to the knightly events, especially the Joust. And today is certainly no different, the heat has kept a few more away. The Ducal box itself is sparsely attended with a respectible turnout within the noble sections, enjoying the shade that has been provided. It does appear that a fair few commoners have turned out, with their area being almost crowded. Much like with the bareknuckle, the event is one where the common folk can try their hand at a prize without a need for spurs, so there are plenty of commoners who had come out to root on some uncle or cousin. The preliminary rounds have already run, shrinking the field of competition down to the dozen or so archers that remain on the field.

Amongst those upon the field is Emilia Cassomir, who is for once not actually in Huntress leathers but some rather finely made and fitted leathers that are decorated lightly with golden embroidery. A choice that is likely pleasing a particular Tracano Princess to no end, cause yes Emilia is /finally/ wearing /those/ leathers complete with matching quiver. And has been worn for the last several tournaments, there is a token secured about her left arm : a well-made leather strip with a rather interesting and intriguing looking symbol worked into the one end. As she takes a moment to look over the rest of the archers who have made it to the final round, Emilia flexes her hand a little. After the abuse it took in the bareknuckle, today had been sorely testing it. If it worries her though, it hides well behind that stoic mask of hers. A small incline of her head goes to remaining archers on the field. Before her eyes are drawn back towards her sister and good brother, Clara as well,"It has been of an interesting of contest so of far."

Between the timing and the skillset required, not many knights have chosen to give the archery contest a try. One of the few who have is Jonathan t'Maren, and it should be said that not many knights have made a study of the bow as he has. He did quite well in the preliminaries and stands among the last few competitors, clad simply - scarcely more richly than the commoners - but certainly still in the colors of his house. His eyes narrow and scan down the field as he runs his hands over the curve of his bow.

One competitor that is clad more to her station is the Princess Clara Tracano. She isn't in her courtly garb, but any stretch of the imagination, but she is certainly clad in her own set of leathers…which look remarkably like Emilia's set. Which, really, should be of no surprise. What is a surprise is seeing Emilia actually wearing them. "it has been interesting, for more reasons than one."

Stephen Cassomir and Raelyn Cassomir both seem dressed and equipped to compete today, both wearing leathers not altogether unlike Emilia's (in fact in Raelyn's case…nearly identical). But as the competitors prepare to line up in their firing positions, Stephen moves over to where Raelyn stands, leaning over to say, "I don't suppose it's too late to request my Lady Wife's favor? It'll be quite a balm for the fact that she likely will be trying to best me in this particular contest."

Tristan sits in the box with his wife, Elaida. Next to Elaida, Tiadora sits, the two of them likely talking about the One or some other nonsense that he has very little actual interest in. His eyes are on the field, hoping that Raelyn comes out on top so he can actually feel good about a Rivanan winning a martial contest in this tournament. Oh sure, the joust still needed to be concluded, but that was then and this is now and he wanted to feel better about things now. As the event makes ready to begin, he leans slightly forward in his seat.

Raelyn Cassomir hadn't come, specifically, to compete. She'd come because Emilia was coming, and because Stephen was interested in seeing Ostvor, and of course, to get the feel of the political landscape - with her husband's help. She seems quite at ease on the field, relaxed. Then again, she's one of the clear favorites here. And it she is /not/ wearing /those/ leathers. While she is wearing something similiar, they are different than the Huntress leathers that she has so often been seen in before. She looks over towards Stephen, and a smile creases her face. She considers thoughtfully, and nodding to Stephen silently, she takes a knife and cuts off a small lock of her hair, quickly binding it, and neatly tucking it into Stephen's hand, closing his fingers over it. "One be with you. You'll need it, against your good sister, and I. And the Princess." She moves to then take her position.

The announcer for the day reappears for the final round, with a limp and fresh bandage, "Well folks, I do think we know just who we won't be seeing again any time soon." The man giving a grin before continuing, "Now let's see who will be our Champion Archer for this tournament. Archers, if you would take your marks. And do please remember, I am not a target, keep your arrows to the targets over there." He flourishes his hand towards the targets, drawing a laugh from the crowd, and a few of the archers themselves. "When you're ready…let those arrows fly!"

Thaddeus sits in the arc ducal box watching the competitors quietly, for now. He is dressed in the requisite finery and gives his brother and good sister a nod of approval.

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Great Success. (1 7 8 7 2 5 8 6 6 6 2 2 2 2 4)

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Great Success. (7 5 2 4 8 8 7 8 1 2 4 5 5 1 6)

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Great Success. (7 4 1 7 4 4 6 4 3 4 7 5 4 4 8)

<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (2 5 8 2 5 6 2 8 6 1 3 7 7 6 8 8)

<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Good Success. (8 1 4 4 3 6 5 4 2 8 3 5 3 3 4 2)

<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Great Success. (4 8 6 3 4 3 3 7 8 6 5 8 4 1 4 2)

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Good Success. (8 4 4 5 1 1 8 2 4 7 2 2 4 5 5)

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Great Success. (4 3 1 1 5 4 3 3 1 7 7 8 7 1 7)

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Good Success. (1 8 5 6 5 5 3 2 2 4 5 8 3 5 7)

<FS3> Stephen rolls Bows: Good Success. (3 8 5 6 1 3 4 6 3 7 4 1 6)

<FS3> Stephen rolls Bows: Good Success. (4 4 4 5 8 2 5 7 7 6 6 5 5)

<FS3> Stephen rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (8 7 7 4 2 7 1 7 5 3 7 1 8)

<FS3> Jonathan rolls Bows: Good Success. (7 1 4 3 8 3 2 8 1 4 1 5 5)

<FS3> Jonathan rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (3 2 7 7 3 7 7 8 7 4 2 8 2)

<FS3> Jonathan rolls Bows: Great Success. (2 8 6 1 2 2 2 3 7 4 3 8 8)

Odilia laughs giving a wave of that pre-requisite mystery meat on a stick (after all why else would anyone come out and endure the heat?) ,"He just doesn't want to end up served on one of this. I am, I right?" She grins cheerily at her companion, "He'd probably be a bit stringy anyways. Bet with some of that sauce from the other night though." The companion turns just a touch green but laughs and shakes his head all the same. He reaches up and tweaks the feather on her rather large wide brimmed hat. "Could ya have found a larger hat?" She gives a grin, "Nope, it was the largest one they had. And ain't the feather just something?" She winks before chomping on that mystery meat and looking to see if there will be any more skewered bystanders.

Stephen smiles, carefully tucking the lock of hair beneath his leathers, near his heart. He moves to his firing position, and at the announcement of the competition's start, fires off his first two shots perhaps a bit too quickly. While they are in the inner rings of the target, they have not struck the bullseye. So on his last shot, he takes an extra couple of moments, gauging the wind and focusing more intently on his target before he looses…and this time the arrow *THWAPS* dead-center in the innermost circle. With a satisfied nod, Stephen takes a step back to await the next round, taking a moment to glance down the line in both directions to see how others are faring, looking contemplative at the excellent shooting on display here this evening.

It's a good first round for Jonathan t'Maren, even if he hesitates for a moment when the announcement is made. The delay, it seems, doesn't help the aim of his first arrow, which does hit the target, but not particularly close to the center. The second one, though, makes up for it, dead-center, perhaps the best arrow he's shot all day. And the third is only a little off, at that. Taking a step back, he looks from side to side to see how the competition is faring, then nods as he prepares to nock another arrow.

Emilia takes each shot with care, perhaps taking just a smidge longer than usual for her in working that hand with a bit of care and simply not rushing anything. A breath slowly drawn and held when each is taken, her arrow being released when her lungs release the air. It seems to pay off with a solid series of three arrows clustered right outside the bullseye, but not quite there.

Raelyn's first shot is dead center within the bullseye. The next shot wider, and the last, closer. Raelyn seems satisfied enough with her own performance, smiling a little wider when she sees Emilia's, and Stephen's own targets. "It seems I shall have to work hard to see victory." She picks the next arrow, and readies to loosen it when the next volley is called for.

The princess herself seems to be shooting somewhat well, though certainly not to her usual form. As such, the makings of a small frown is starting to make an appearance. Two shots wider than she would like. There is no sound from her…just a determination to do better.

The announcer gives a bit of a whistle after the first volley is sent,"Looks like we got quite the tight competition on our hands, with them Cassomir sisters taking a bit of a lead." He gives a smirk to the stands,"Surprising, no? But looks like one of our own, Sir t'Maren is right there with them folks!" That does send a cheer through the crowd, it was anyone's contest yet! "Archers..when you're ready, take your mark and fire away!"

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Good Success. (4 8 3 5 7 5 1 4 7 6 3 4 1 2 1)

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Good Success. (4 8 3 3 2 5 8 6 2 2 1 6 5 1 8)

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Good Success. (1 5 5 3 7 6 3 2 4 8 7 1 2 1 5)

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Good Success. (4 1 1 6 7 2 4 5 4 1 3 8 4 1 4)

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (8 4 7 4 5 3 8 1 3 3 8 7 2 8 6)

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (5 4 8 2 3 5 7 4 4 8 8 6 5 8 7)

<FS3> Stephen rolls Bows: Good Success. (3 3 7 5 5 6 4 4 8 8 3 6 3)

<FS3> Stephen rolls Bows: Good Success. (2 6 2 6 6 7 8 1 8 1 6 5 1)

<FS3> Stephen rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (7 8 7 3 3 7 8 5 5 5 6 8 3)

<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (1 8 4 1 8 5 7 8 8 5 3 1 4 4 7 7)

<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Success. (1 2 3 5 2 3 7 4 5 3 3 3 6 6 5 6)

<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Great Success. (4 7 5 1 2 5 4 3 3 2 7 4 5 4 8 8)

<FS3> Jonathan rolls Bows: Good Success. (2 8 4 1 2 6 7 3 1 2 4 5 6)

<FS3> Jonathan rolls Bows: Good Success. (1 3 4 6 7 5 8 5 3 4 4 6 4)

<FS3> Jonathan rolls Bows: Great Success. (4 5 8 7 6 3 3 7 7 3 2 4 4)

While not quite the same positions on the target, Stephen's second round looks a great deal like his first…the first two shots solidly striking well within the target but noticeably shy of the bullseye, and the third dead-on. Well, let's hear it for consistency? Still, he looks a bit less pleased with this round of shooting, despite the fine last shot. He'll have to do better in the last round if he's any hope of winning. Especially when he surveys Clara's target….

No one got skewered? Odilia is disappointed! She sighs a bit dramatically to her friend,"Well this is getting boring. All of them hitting the target, really?" A wink and a smile as she sets into her mystrey meat a bit more. Certain that after all this indulgence, Talia was going to be running her ragged later.

Emilia cants her head a little in studying the placement of her arrows on the target. Least she was consistent once again with them, though this time the grouping is a little further out into the next ring. Certianly not her best. But consistent all the same. Glancing over towards the other targets, a brow raises as she looks over to Clara having spied that split arrow,"You cannot be of dismissing your of own skills with a bow any more after of that.

Face set grimly, Clara takes aim at the target…and places her first shot in the same outside grouping. She takes a breath…makes a minor adjustment…and lets her arrow loose. Which finds the center easily. Another calm slow breath…and she sends her next arrow. It flies to the target and a distinct snapping sound is heard as the previous arrow is split in twain. There just might be a slightly surprised look on Claras face…an expression Emilia is treated to when Clara turns to regard Emilia's comments…with silence.

Well, it's not as good as the first round, but enough at least to keep Jonathan squarely in the hunt. Jonathan's first two arrows are a bit off-center, and the second only barely misses the bullseye. Nodding, again taking a step back to see the others' arrows strike true, he narrows his eyes and takes aim at his target.

"Looks like Princess Clara is giving them all a run for it now, she's caught up with the Mistress of the Hu…" The Announcer almost glares at the young lad pulling on his arm, and whatever gets whispered to him just makes him look confused. "Excuse me, that'd be the Viscountess Cassomir." Shrugging, silly southerners and switching titles. "But they best not rest, not with scores this close!" Waving his arm up before dropping it,"Archers, give us your last arrows, shoot true!" Maybe rethinking his word choise as he moves behind the lad, not wanting to actually end up with an arrow sent at him.

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Good Success. (7 3 4 4 5 6 1 2 2 5 7 6 5 5 7)

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Great Success. (3 7 6 8 2 8 5 6 7 3 2 3 5 2 3)

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows+5: Good Success. (3 6 1 2 1 4 7 1 5 2 1 6 2 7 3 5 6 2 1 6)

<FS3> Jonathan rolls Bows: Great Success. (3 4 1 4 5 8 1 7 8 7 5 8 5)

<FS3> Jonathan rolls Bows+5: Amazing Success. (2 8 4 8 7 5 2 3 7 4 4 1 4 7 8 7 8 4)

<FS3> Jonathan rolls Bows: Good Success. (1 6 1 4 8 3 2 7 3 6 1 1 5)

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Good Success. (8 3 7 4 5 3 2 1 4 4 2 3 1 1 3)

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Success. (2 3 5 4 3 1 6 8 1 2 1 2 3 6 3)

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows+5: Great Success. (8 4 8 3 1 5 1 1 4 6 5 5 2 6 8 5 3 1 2 8)

<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows+5: Amazing Success. (3 8 6 8 7 5 1 2 3 8 4 8 2 1 8 1 7 4 6 5 1)

<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (6 8 8 1 8 1 1 6 2 6 4 2 7 7 7 4)

<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Great Success. (8 5 4 2 7 8 8 2 1 4 1 6 1 7 3 6)

<FS3> Stephen rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (7 4 5 8 7 7 3 4 5 6 6 7 8)

<FS3> Stephen rolls Bows: Good Success. (3 4 6 5 5 8 8 5 5 3 6 4 4)

<FS3> Stephen rolls Bows+5: Great Success. (6 7 6 8 4 2 7 4 5 3 8 3 3 8 6 3 6 2)

Stephen glances over towards Raelyn's target and laughs softly at the sight, shaking his head in bemusement. "Well, at least I didn't make any bets." He says more to himself than anyone else, but ultimately he's not displeased with his showing. He had his share of bullseyes and everything hit well within the targets. He's certainly had worse competitions.

Emilia streches her hand several times in between each of shots. While not bad shots, she is off her game, whether cause her hand is still recovering, or cause of wearing not her usual leathers. And consitency does seem to not hold true as the three hit different rings, definitly continuing to fall behind her sister. And her good-brother as well.

Alas…a third bullseye for Clara is not to be. Perhaps shocked from arrow splitting…she drifted too far to the left, sending her arrow again to the inner ring. And…in her haste to correct, Clara shifts too far…her arrow finding the outer ring. A rather quiet…but definitely unroyal muttering escapes from Claras lips as she takes her final shot. This one flirts with the center, but doesn't quite reach it. At least….she didn't miss. There is always that consolation.

While not -quite- repeating her performance of the last Archery Contest, Raelyn comes darn close, splitting the first arrow that dead-eyes the bullseye with the second, a feat which she's done in various competitions several times now. The last is just of the bullseye, and, a veteran of these events, she already knows she's won by a quick glance of the other competitors targets and placements of their arrows. She smiles at Stephen, "I see my favor helped you. You've come a long way, my husband." She does seem proud enough of him. "Well shot, all of you. A worthy competition," she says, with all sincerity. She'd been given a good run for her money, up to the end.

The announcer whistles,"I did ask for it folks! Look at that skills, lets give all these competitors a fine hand!" The crowd does oblige with a round of cheering and clapping. "Our winner is," he gives the crowd a raised brow look,"Viscountess Raelyn Cassomir!"

Another bullseye for Jonathan t'Maren, and indeed he was in the hunt right to the end. Tied for second place. Respectable, and there's no shame in losing to as skilled an archer as Raelyn. Especially when that skilled competitor ended her final round by splitting the arrow. "Well shot," he remarks, and gives a respectful salute to the Viscountess.

"One help me, we might take 'em in the Knightly events but I wouldn't want to be facing down a hail from Rivanan archers." A random fellow in the crowd comments to the man next to him.

Emilia gives one of her odd little corner tugging smiles to Raely,"As if there was ever of doubt, Congradulations." A small incline of her head to Stephen,"Well of shot, it seems perhaps we will need to speak later." Cryptic as ever. She does offer a bow of her head to the t'Maren knight,"Well shot and of a fine contest, Sir." Eventually glancing over to Clara,"Seems you have been of coming of along quite of well in your practicing." A slight pause before she notes, a notch softer,"But do not expect to be of seeing me wear this of frequently." So ostenatious and flashy…well for her!

"A pleasure to see you compete, and so well," Raelyn returns to Jonathan. "I do value fierce competition." She smiles towards the t'Maren, and then offers to Clara, "You are welcome, if time allows you thus, to return back to our rooms and join us for celebrations of the past two evenings." She is well aware of Clara's likely very busy schedule and other obligations, afterall. If she has a query of what this 'speak later' thing is between Stephen and Emilia she does not voice it. Not yet, or in public, it seems.

The invitation does bring a more relaxed smile to Clara's face. "I do believe I would enjoy that rather immensely, your Excellency." That smile gains a slight twist…Clara using honorifics seems to amuse her. Clara then turns to Emilia. "At least you wore the armor once. all that effort to tailor it to your specific measurements as not gone for naught." With that comes a wink. Clara is definitely teasing now.

"You make it sound like I'd never held a bow before I came to Ironhold." Stephen teases Raelyn, but nods in acceptance, "But thank you nonetheless. And congratulations." A sidelong grin, "We'll have to celebrate your victory properly."

"You mean of your effort to ensure the tailor had of the measurements," counters Emilia with the usual deadpan tone. Though a nod is going towards her sister,"We have much to celebrate between of Stephen's of win and your of own tonight. And getting out of this of heat and something cool to of drink sounds of like a fine idea." Oh no! The looks have started! Shifting into step beside Clara,"Shall we of then?"

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