(1867-09-02) Ostvor Tourney: Joust Finals
Ostvor Tourney: Joust Finals
Summary: The Joust Finals for the Ostvor Tournament.
Date: 1867-09-02
Related: All logs dealing with the Ostvor Tournament of 1867
Players:
Alina  Alivia  Amara  Drusilla  Elrick  Emilia  Esyld  Gabriel  Leander  Lero  Manfred  Michael  Mina  Odilia  Orion  Raimond  Thaddeus  

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.

1867-09-02

The finals of the joust have brought a large crowd. The stands are full and the commons are standing room only. In the ducal box, Archduke Manfred l'Faust and his heir watch with their guests, including the Imperial contingent.

The competitors are already on the field, ready for the last rounds of the tournament.

In the ducal box, Alina l'Saigner sits besides Duchess Mina l'Saigner, both dressed in purple and black. They are both rooting for Alina's husband, Gabriel, the favorite to win the tournament.

Thaddeus sits astride his horse in his armor, again, though this time his helm is already on and he is ready to ride at the singal. Ariane's favor is again on his arm, the garter bearing the mutal colors of her maiden house and her current one. Thad looks down the list at Gabriel and gives a nod before saluting the box and its esteemed guests.

Wearing Alina's favor around his upper arm, Gabriel steers his horse up to the line, glancing across the field at Thaddeus. It wasn't the way he would want to start this final day of the contest, but he'd have to try and squeak out a win and hope to try and face his brother in the next round. Returning Thaddeus nod, he reaches over to take the lance from the squire. Slamming down his visor, he readies himself for the signal to charge forward.

Keeping watch over the l'Saigner heiress certainly does grant one a most excellent view of proceedings. Standing to attention in her fine, gold-trimmed leathers, one hand resting upon the sword hilt visible at her hip, Esyld intermittently rakes her unsettling gaze over their immediate surroundings, before daring to venture a look down at the field below. Quite the perfect matchup, isn't it? North versus South in every instance, which makes it easy enough to pick a side. While the mercenary, of course, supports her lady's husband - and who with even a modicum of good sense wouldn't? - rumour has it she might have put a few coins on the t'Tremaine heir, too. Well, there's nothing quite like hedging your bets. Besides, the ale here is awfully good.. a heavy purse can only be a good thing.

Still with the faint purplish hint of bruising along one cheekbone from her showing in the bareknuckle, the young woman stands tall and proud as she watches Gabriel prepare himself; an expert eye wandering over the ground, the horses.. all those little details that might be lost on others in all the glamour and excitement, but not on a former cavalryman.

A certain other favor, a scarf, is tied to the right arm of the younger Giraldi on the field. A bare hand then pats the female catlord Fritti, before Leander dons his gauntlet and takes the saddle. He rides over to his position, first acknowledging the Ducal box, then the crowd…and finally his opponent, Michael. "A pleasure, Sir. Let's put on a good show for your admirers, shall we?" Then, just before the helm is placed, Leander's eyes scan the crowd…perhaps to find a certain someone just before the contest.

Up in the higher noblity section, Emilia sets with the usual crowd. Though once more in her more usual attire instead of the more social fashions she'd been wearing earlier in the week. Her dark eyes are moving over the field with the finals at hand and Rivana having several chances yet to pull off a win. Looking as stoic and emotionaless as ever.

Amara is down within the lower noblity, as energetic and excited as usual. Maybe even a bit more so with the general excitement to the event. It is the joust finals!!

And somewhere buried in the very crowded riff-raff commoner sections, Odilia gnaws away on her mystrey meat on a stick flavour of the day. Complet with big floppy hat to ward off the weather.

Thunder rumbles in the not-so-distance.

The day of the Joust finals have finally arrived, one that Elrick certainly looks forward to the most in every tournament. Despite being in a good position on the brackets, the t'Tremaine Heir looks remarkably calm, his armor polshed to a gleam once again, courtesy of his squire's hard work. Even with the rumbling of thunder not too far away does not cause him look away from the two pairs of knights in the lower bracket that will be facing off, hoping for a chance to advance. Elrick does reach down with a free hand and gently pat the neck of his charger, to keep it settled from the rumblings in the sky. Having studied the points of this tournament, he knows that he needs more than to win the joust, but to show a spectacular performance as well, if he is to have a chance to surpass Sir Gabriel in the standings.

Michael l'Corren smiles politely at Leander, "Indeed, let's." He agrees, moving to his starting position, lowering his visor, and taking up his lance. He too spares a glance for his wife, up in the Ducal box, before he focuses on his opponent, waiting for the signal to charge.

"Well met, Sir Elrick, as always." Sir Raimond Giraldi calls across the field to his opponent, saluting him with a raised visor, "It's been a fine tourney. I suppose all that's left is to end it with a few good matches. Let's see if we can't make this one of them." And with that, he moves to take up his lance and prepare himself for that first charge. Gabriel has a commanding lead…nearly everyone needs great scores to have a chance of surpassing him.

Another loud rumble of thunder, and the pattering of rain begins.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gabriel kicks his mount into motion, riding hard towards Thaddeus. He's able to graze his opponent with the first pass, breathing a sigh as he takes no hit in return. He knows full well the skill of the Rivanan, having witnessed him in previous tournaments. The next pass comes and the two men both seem to have ill luck. Turning and riding for the third pass, his lance shatters against Thaddeus' breastplate. As he rides past, he pulls up on the reigns to turn and make sure the Rivanan remains mounted. Seeing the man still on his horse, he gallops over and nods. "Well ridden, Sir Thaddeus. Well ridden. I admit that I thought you would get the better of me. Good luck to you in Pacitta sir. May your lance stay true to you there." He offers another nod and then rides off to get ready for his round against Michael.

Raimond watches the first matches intently, a hand held up to shield rain from his eyes. There's a notable sag of his shoulders at both Gabriel l'Corren's high-scoring match and his brother's defeat at the hand of Michael l'Corren. Well, it seems unlikely that Sidhe-steel will be within anyone but Sir Gabriel's grasp now. All that's left is to try to salvage some pride. He mounts his warhorse and moves to the starting position of his next match, and calls out:

"Well met, Sir Elrick, as always." He salutes Elrick with a raised visor, "It's been a fine tourney. I suppose all that's left is to end it with a few good matches. Let's see if we can't make this one of them." And with that, he moves to take up his lance and prepare himself for that first charge.

The rain comes harder, beginning to pour down hard enough that it becmes difficult for the stands to see the field.

THad angrilly hands his lance to the squire and takes a moment to take a deep breath bfore speaking to Gabriel, "Same to you. Enjoy your Sidhe Steel, sir." With that, he rides off to his pavillion, glad he did not spend a lot of money on new chairs.

Amara GASPS when Leander takes the lance to the neck. More it looks like the lance about decapitates him! While her companion smirks, she does least have the heart to give Amara's arm a pat and say some vague comment about 'He'll be fine'.

Thunder? Odilia doesn't even look up. A few cheers when lances shatter and there are those particualrly painful looking hits. She does sigh when the rain commes in full force. there goes the feather in her hat! All wilty looking now. But she has her mystrey meat, and who needs to see the field when the crashes can be heard?

With his visor up, it shields some of the droplets from falling right onto his face though Elrick does bring up a gloves hand as well to assist as he watches the four riders charge down their respective lanes. With Gabriel's spectacular performance once more, the t'Tremaine knows that the chances of overtaking him now are pretty much slim to none, but despite that fact, he still cheers loudly when the Lord Marshal of Rivana has been defeated. With that round over, Elrick gives his charger another gentle pat before mounting onto the saddle, sitting astride his companion now as he hears Raimond's words. Looking over to the older Giraldi, the t'Tremaine gives the other knight a nod, "Indeed, let us give them a good show, though this rain will make it difficult." With that said, he nudges Havok into a trot, the ground beginning make it harder for the war horse to move.

Esyld wrinkles her nose, then briskly shakes her saturated dark hair out of her face. Unpleasant weather doesn't bother her overmuch - she stays still. Though she does frown in mild displeasure as the view is spoiled. That's a shame. A glance goes sidelong toward Alina, ensuring her Lady remains content. At least Gabriel is offering up his usual, resounding showing. Hah.

Thunder crashes loudly, and lightning is visible almost instantly before it. The rain continues to pour from the heavens.

<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<COMBAT> Michael has been KO'd!

The performance that Elrick puts on was attrocious, some may wonder how he even managed to stay in the winner's bracket. Luckily enough for the t'Tremaine, the rain may have shielded most of his poor performance, not giving the spectators a clear view. He was not unhorsed but he also did not score a single point against the older Giraldi, much to the young knight's frustration. The rain drops continue to plink away his armor as he tries to direct his steed off to the side to prepare for the next match, apparently against Sir Gabriel, the most likely winner of this tournament. "Joseph! Clean Havok's hooves while I check my fastenings."

Once the preparations are completed, Elrick remounts the charger in this horrid weather, moving into position towards the tilt. Any words spoken may be muffled by the heavy rain and occasional thunder, "Sir Gabriel, I would wish you the best of luck but it appears you do not need it. I'd offer a good performance on my part but this weather… makes it difficult. Stay safe."

Another flash of lightning and crash of thunder. The stands shake from how close it is.

Raimond Giraldi rides, and while he does pull out a victory, scoring two strikes against Elrick that remain unanswered, when he ceases his ride and sees Michel l'Corren in the (now) mud, he shakes his head, almost in disbelief. He looks at Elrick and notes a polite, "Well ridden, Sir Elrick." Before he moves to the sidelines and mutters to his squire, "Truly his tourney." He glances skyward at the loud crack of thunder, and chuckles. "Ah well, at least there's the spectacle."

The rain seems to be picking up. Damn. This was the last thing Gabriel wanted to be jousting in. Damn mud could really cause problems if the riders weren't careful enough. Glancing across from him, he salutes Michael and then rides forward. The two of them score early hits against one another but a series of misses, all of which are caused by the weather and the need for caution, extend the contest out past the initial three passes. Finally, Gabriel is able to score another hit, one that is no where near the shattering hit he delivered Thaddeus, but it ends up dismounting his brother. Surprised, he rides over to Michael's side, but is pleased when his brother stands up. "Don't worry about a ransom, brother. You know I'd never ask for that. Sorry for knocking you off your horse though." He leans down and clasps Michael's shoulder before returning to the line to grab a new lance and prepare for Elrick.

"You as well, Sir Elrick. The health of our mounts is more important than all else right now. Ride safe sir." He salutes his fellow knight and then readies himself for the charge.

Alina holds her hands above her face, scowlign and cursing under her breath in a VERY unladylike manner as she is pelted by and drenched by the rain.

All the rain, and Amara looks quite like a drowned rat. As do most the rest of those in the stands. With the visbility impaired it is hard to see just how Elrick is doing. It is hard to see how any of them are doing. It does look like the rain has maybe actually dampened all that energy. Least until the crash of thunder comes and the stands shake, Amara jumps up with a cry of surprise.

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

Shifting her weight a fraction as rivulets of rainwater meander down her neck, Esyld flits an accusing glare up at the looming clouds overhead.. but visibly mellows a little as the storm gains momentum, briefly distracted by the flashes of lightning and the closing rumbles of thunder. Well, everyone loves a good thunderstorm, don't they? Everyone aside from the knights doing their best down there on the sodden blur that is the field. Instinctively, however, the woman shuffles a fraction closer toward Alina and her mother. If that dyed blonde hair is getting ruined, a swift departure may be in order, once Gabriel's vict-.. safety is assured. The mercenary sweeps a palm back across her forehead and smoothes her own rain-soaked tresses back out of the way, frowning as the stands underfoot shudder. They'd best be sturdy or there'll be hell to pay.

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

"If you want to make me happy, clean my armor." Michael notes towards Gabriel with humor, "But well struck, Gabriel. That blade is well-earned."

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

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

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

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

The first pass between Elrick and Gabriel is a mess, the former missing the other knight completely as he was unable to bring his lance down in time. The timing off due to the reduced speed of the charge down the lane. Lucky for him, he was not hit in return as Havok stomps through the mud to the end of the tilt. Another gentle pat is offered and off the t'Tremaine goes again, this time apparently doing well to judge the speed of not only himself and his opponent. Whether there was a temporary thinning of the rain but Elrick was able to get a clear view of his target, one he takes full advantage of as the tourney lance slams full onto the platemail of the former l'Corren. Lance shatters which Elrick throws off to the side when he reaches the end of the lane. The last pass was not as glorious as the second, contact was made but it easily glances off harmlessly against Gabriel. However, the t'Tremaine advances, a salute offered to his cousin who was able to skillfully remain astride his steed.

Riding forth, Gabriel is unable to hit Elrick in the first pass. It's clear from any observer that he's being cautious, perhaps even too cautious as he takes a hard hit in the second pass, Elrick's lance shattering against his chest. Grunting out a breath and gritting his teeth, he powers through it to maintain his place in the saddle. The third pass is again uneventful, and he nods to Elrick. "Well done, Sir. Now go beat the Giraldi." He makes his way off to the side, more happy that his horse is intact than anything else.

Well…that's actually surprising at this point. It seemed as though Gabriel was unstoppable. But now he faces Elrick t'Tremaine once more, and between the conditions and Elrick's skill, he knows there's still a very real chance he could be beaten. But he moves back to his starting position, his horse's hooves sinking into the mud, and gives his salute once more. "I apologize in advance if I embarrass myself, Sir. In this rain I'm not even sure I'm going to be able to see you, much less hit you!" He jokes, but his expression is serious once the visor is lowered and lance taken up.

Another crash, and the stands shake again. Lightning strikes a nearby tree, shattering it.

As Elrick trots his horse to his end of the lists for the finals of the jousting bracet, he hears the older Giraldi through the heavy patter and plinks of the rain, the visored helm offering a nod in response. The shattering of the tree of lightning and thunder causes even the t'Tremaine to look over, a little surprised that it is this close. Then he looks back to Raimond, his words oddly not the attitude he carries towards Southerners, "Just remain safe, Sir Raimond, and let us see this through as quickly as possible. The conditions are worsening and I am sure the spectators would like to get dry as soon as they can."

"Indeed. Ride Safely, Sir Elrick." Raimond replies, his tone more serious as well.

There's a few expressions warring across Esyld's usually stoic features. A wince for her Lady's husband as Elrick's lance shatters upon his chest. The faintest twitch at the corner of her lips for having chosen a good bet. And then a grim displeasure as the *crack* of lightning incinerates that tree from the inside out. This isn't just unpleasant now, it's getting genuinely dangerous. This time, when her vivid eyes flit in Alina's direction, it's with a question quite apparent. How long does she wish to stay out in this?

Alina lets out a gasp as the lightning strikes that close, clutching her mother's arm. "We should get inside, Mother," she says, glancing towards Esyld. She knows the other woman will be sure to keep the duchess safe.

The stands and the commons are beginning to empty as the observers begin to seek shelter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Esyld dips a simple nod of assent to the suggestion. "M'Lady. Your Grace." Stepping back to clear their way, still with a hand firmly on the hilt of her sword, the mercenary waits, managing to look generally unperturbed by the raging storm now crashing overhead. How is it that Corvin always manages to avoid this sort of 'unglamorous' predicament? Regardless, the guard is calmly prepared to escort the noblewomen to safety and shelter; even ignoring the clattering of shield and lance down there on the field.

Now it was Elrick's turn to suffer a brutal strike against his chest, Raimond's lance shattering beautiful despite the rain on the second pass. It looked for a moment as if the t'Tremaine was going to slip off his horse as well but somehow, with what strength remains, he has a firm hold of the reins. When Joseph hands the t'Tremaine Heir another lance as he dropped the first one due to the hit, one can see that the knight is still dazed. However, there is one more pass to go and Elrick is not one to surrender or shy away. His attempt wasn't even close and in response, another strike hits him on the chest, more of a wake up hit than a painful one. Once at the end of the tilt, Elrick offers a salute to the winner of the Joust and then turns his steed so they can get out of the rain.

"Damn fine riding, Sir Elrick!" Raimond has to shout to be heard over the rain. "Now let's get off the grounds and let these people get home!" He offers his salute to the box after the one to Elrick, and then a last for the crowd, before moving off the field with a bit more haste than he might otherwise show.

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