(1867-11-18) Pacitta Tourney: Bracketed Joust
Pacitta Tourney: Bracketed Joust
Summary: The Joust Finals of the 1867 Pacitta Circuit Tourney
Date: 11/18/1867 IA
Related: None
Players:
Conrad  Elrick  Evelyn  Jonathan  Lorelei  Leander  Raimond  Bartolo  

Pacitta City, Pacitta Tourney Grounds

The tournament grounds stand ready for use at a moment's notice. The stands are setup with the well-to-do sitting in the center, with the best seats, and for any courtiers present. A half canopy has been established to help keep the shade in the area and protect from any of the elements, a thick leather trim going across the area where the VIPs are sitting raised up about fifty feet and supported by heavy wooden poles and tethers tying it. The benches have been formed of thick wood in the gallery, with lesser galleries set to the side for commoners, guards, and those who are watching and not immediately involved over in the arena. There are roughly eight rows of seats set up for the commoners stretching off the full length of the viewing gallery, and roughly three rows thick for the VIPs to sit upon. Among the rows are those who are bringing beverage and refreshments.

The arena is dusty, a pit formed in the ground which has been dug down flat with padded dirt roughly two feet down from the main tents, the incline designed to give the crowd a better view. The center of the arena betray tell-tale markings where it is apparent that the rail for jousts could be set, if not set already. The dirt is thick and solid, packed down as firmly and evenly as it can be to ensure good footing. From the opposite ends of the exhibition pavilions are a pair of berths where the combatants would enter from and where judges and guards would otherwise sit, as well as attendants to quickly go and tend to the injured or break apart the combatants should it be necessary. The main pit is larger than the pavilions, being roughly fifty horse lengths wide, enough for all the combatants to have plenty of room to brawl without being so spread out that the main viewing area would risk losing track of them.

Novembre 18, 1867 IA

The crowd for the Joust here at the Pacitta Tourney is the largest as has been seen during these proceedings, but while there is a certain sense of anticipation in the air, there is also a definite note of tension among the crowd…a mild murmur of discontent that's stretched through most of the day as the crowds have gathered. Specifically, it started when the brackets for the Joust finals were posted late this morning.

Sir Raimond Giraldi has won the Joust twice during this Circuit year, including at the last Circuit Tourney. He scored well in the Joust preliminaries. Anyone that follows Circuit standings would have easily placed him as the top seed in this particular event…and yet, he has been placed as the third seed for this particular tourney. A seed that oh-so-conveniently pits him against his younger brother Leander in the first round of the Joust. Those that follow the standings of the Circuit closely were quick to pick out the discrepancy. Those that know Pacitta well were equally quick to recognize the hand of Chancellor Bartolo Mancini at work, in his usual ham-fisted fashion.

Now, despite a mildly heated conversation between Raimond and a few Circuit officials nearly an hour ago, the brackets have remained unchanged, and Raimond's is hardly the only disquieted face. Though at least the crowds don't seem inclined to take it out on the other knights, cheering with at least a modicum of enthusiasm as they make their way to the Jousting fields to begin their passes. A few of those clothes that have been draped over the stands to hide empty chairs have been pulled away to accomodate the larger crowd, though it's still nowhere near capacity.

And at the appointed hour, Chancellor Bartolo Mancini makes his way to the box, his servants removing that cloth "shield" he has carried around him to protect him from the plague. When he goes to announce the start of the event though, there's more than a smattering of "boos" from the crowd. Nobody throws anything, thankfully, but Mancini's face reddens at the very public rebuke, resulting in an impatient gesture and words that are drowned out by the noise to simply "get on with it."

Raimond Giraldi salutes Leander, his expression perhaps more annoyed at this circumstance than it would normally be. "Well clearly, Brother, there's only one remedy for this. Whatever the outcome, we simply must meet in the Finals." He does, finally, give his brother a brief, but warm enough smile, before lowering his visor, taking up his lance and shield, and readying to dig in his heels and begin the Joust. Lousy setup or not, that's no reason to slack in the competition itself.

Up in the stands, and off to the side away from the crowd, as usual, is the now-slightly-more-noticable Lorelei Asheflour. She'd come to Pacitta to compete in one event, as she had the year before, but this time she'd actually done something more than just show up. She'd already had two people point at her and talk amongst themselves as she made her way to her seat, and now, sitting it in and staring intently at the track where the joust would begin, soon, she pointedly ignored them, filtering out any attention. Yes, she'd won the competition, but then it wasn't like she was extra-special for it, or so she thought to herself. Today isn't about her, anyway. It's about a certain scarlet and ebon knight competing in the joust in a few minutes' time.

Elrick's demeanor is definitely more subdued in this Plague Tourney, not his usual outgoing self and playing to the crowd which is expected of tourney knights. When the Chancellor makes his appearance and his unpopular announcement, the t'Tremaine Heir can only smirk slightly, as he is one of those that recognizes the oddity in the brackets. But he himself makes no comment on the matter, whether it is because it involves the two Giraldi brothers or Elrick isn't exactly treating this tourney as a real one, with the lack of competitors, lack of audience, and the dark atmosphere as a result from the plague. The young noble night's eyes do scan the crowd, not to pick out those who may be cheering for him, but as if to judge the state of the audience, if there are any that are visibly sick, what people may be doing to try to ward themselves off of the plague. But once it is time to head to the tilts, Elrick nudges his steed into motion, making ready to compete.

Leander just simply rolls his eyes. Way to make it obvious, Mancini. In any case, he salutes his brother in kind, nodding. "See you there."

Instead, the top seed goes to Jonathan t'Maren, which does seem to have the heir to Bloodfield a little disquieted. Granted, he's clinging to a thin lead in the overall standings for this particular tourney, but the joust is not his strongest event, and anyone who follows the Circuit knows as much. Still, he's 'earned' a first-round bye. That means he's restless as he sits astride his horse, trying not to let his gaze linger for /too/ long on a certain commoner in the stands. Even if said commoner has drawn some attention to herself, in this particular case, it still wouldn't be seemly… No, better to focus on the rather intriguing match between the brothers Giraldi, and the less touted, but no less interesting match between his brother-in-law and another knight of Couviere. Jonathan's eyes only occasionally wander from the lists.

Conrad joins the lists with a salute to the requisite people. He naturally feels at home in the saddle and nods to his opponent, "Good luck to you, sir." With that, he lowers his visor and lance to await the signal to charge.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Conrad with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Left Leg stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Leander with Tourney Lance but Leander DODGES!
<COMBAT> Conrad attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance but Raimond DODGES!
<COMBAT> Conrad attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Conrad with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Leander with Tourney Lance but Leander DODGES!

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Conrad with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Conrad attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance but Elrick DODGES!

One his side of the tilt, Elrick still goes through the proper motions by saluting the Chancellor in his box, then the crowd, and finally his opponent, the t'Artan Knight. Once that is done, the helmet is slipped over the t'Tremaine Knight's head and tourney lance taken from his squire. Visor pulled down, he awaits for the signal to charge. Once given, a hard nudge to his charger sends the t'Tremaine thundering down his lane. The first strike was a glancing blow but accurate enough to score a point, the blow in return weathered. The second exchange was the same, though this time Elrick's strike finds more purchase. It was the third and final pass that the t'Tremaine Heir claims victory, the t'Artan missing while taking a blow to the chest. Slowing his steed to a stop, Elrick raises the visor to his helm and offers Conrad a salute before returning to his squire to prepare for the next round against the top seed of this joust.

As often tends to be the case with the Giraldi brothers…they're evasive opponents. For the first couple rounds, Raimond finds himself unable to land a solid strike on Leander, but finally in the third pass he manages a single strike to Leander's arm. Not exactly a high-scoring match…but a victory nonetheless. He gives his brother a salute as they pass after the match, "Good luck, Leander. Let's see if we can't thoroughly ruin Mancini's day."

And with that, Raimond finds himself moving over to a new jousting lane, to face off against the formidable Evelyn l'Faust. A polite, even somewhat warm smile touch his features as he salutes her, "Well met, as always, Sir Evelyn. Let's finish this Circuit year strong, shall we?"

Conrad partakes in the first three passes of the joust and comes up short, but he is not dismayed as the result was rather close. He returns Elrick's salute before returning to the sidelines to await the result of the next round, he nods to his brother-in-law, but stays quiet otherwise.

The two brothers are fairly evenly matched…which is to be expected, given their familiarity with each other. However, it does come to light that Raimond is quite possibly the better lancer as he manages to make Leander miss…while striking the younger Giraldi once. And once is enough move on. Leander nods with a grim smile. "Yes…let's show him you can't keep a Giraldi down. Luck to you." After that, Leander rides to the side, to watch the next round.

It's an uneventful first round, which does little to ease Jonathan's mood, but at least things are moving forward. Three passes, three victories on points. And the one who scored highest overall is, of course, his next opponent. His eyes only wander to the stands for a few moments before he tosses off a crisp salute to Elrick t'Tremaine and raises his lance, preparing to charge.

Evelyn watches the first round, her features set into a hard line. It's the last event, and she'd certainly like to take a victory back home to Ostvor. But she will have to get through Raimond first, and he's always proved a tough opponent. "Sir," she greets him, nodding. She focuses on the moment, instead of the past. Still, it's clear she has respect for the other knight. But her eyes state she means to win. She closes her visor, and rides when the signal is given.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance but Elrick DODGES!
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance but Raimond DODGES!
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance but Jonathan DODGES!
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance but Raimond DODGES!
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

… but Sir l'Faust's best isn't good enough, this time around to best Raimond. They have a few turns that show just how even they are, and at the last, each scores, but Raimond's hit is more dibelitating. Evelyn nods her acceptance, albiet reluctantly and exhales, guiding her steed wordlessly towards the next set of tilts against Conrad.
<COMBAT> Evelyn will attack Conrad this turn.

That… could have gone better. Jonathan did manage to pick up a couple of points in his tilt with Elrick, but the other knight's lance catches him upside the head in the final pass, and that's enough to send the heir to Bloodfield straight to the losers' bracket. There's a somewhat frustrated sigh, insofar as he's coherent after taking a hard blow to the head, but he's gracious enough to offer a "well jousted, Sir" to his opponent before moving on to the next set of tilts. Leander Giraldi, a frequent foe - though, of course, given how few knights have participated in this tourney, they are /all/ frequent foes. He gives the southerner another fairly crisp salute.

Raimond Giraldi once again finds himself facing a very elusive opponent. Whether missing entirely, or barely brushing against her armor, for the first three passes, Raimond can't seem to score…but finally in the third, he connects with a strike that sends cracks along the lance he's wielding, giving him just enough of an edge to narrowly defeat the l'Faust knight. He salutes her, "Well-jousted, Sir. Always a pleasure." And then he's moving off to wait while the next round commences. A bit of a breather is always welcome.

Once more, Elrick faces a challenging opponent and again it was a very close exchange. The first pass mirrors the second, as each knight scores a blow on the other. But it was the third and final pass where the t'Tremaine edges out his opponent with a better placed strike, causing the tourney lance to break on impact. As he reaches the end of the lane, Elrick wheels his steed around to see if the t'Maren is still on his mount. Seeing that it is so, the victorious knight gives his opponent proper salute before his charger trots off of the tilts. Dismounting with the assistance of his squire, the young knight keeps his eyes on the two pairs that are next to compete while the squire checks the fastenings of the plate armor.

Conrad frowns as Jonathan does not prevail, but he readies himself with lance and helm as he takes his place in the list across from one of his cousins. "Sir Evelyn," he says with a salute before lowering his visor and awaiting the order to charge.

It does not miss Leander that Raimond is just a little perturbed. And that he is probably using that to score…taking the round on points exactly when he needed it. Leander himself preps himself, casting a sideward glance to that nearly empty Chancellor box, before he takes his line. A salute is given to Jonathan. "May the One bless us both." But of course Leander more..

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Conrad with Tourney Lance but Conrad DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Leander with Tourney Lance but Leander DODGES!
<COMBAT> Conrad attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Conrad with Tourney Lance - Critical wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Conrad attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance but Jonathan DODGES!
<COMBAT> Conrad has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Right Arm.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance but Jonathan DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Leander attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Leander with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

It's a well-jousted match between Jonathan and Leander, or at least a well-ridden one. Neither knight manages to land more than a single solid hit on the other in the first few passes, and Jonathan's eyes narrow and his grip on his lance tightens as he prepares to face the southerner again and again. It's discipline that wins the match, ultimately, a single hit to the helmet that's enough to give him the lead on points. And the salute he offers the other knight is much crisper than before, before he turns his mount about and prepares to face another knight of Couviere, the always-dangerous Evelen l'Faust - who just finished unhorsing his beloved brother-in-law. Well, then. Idly his eyes wander up to the stands, if only for a moment.

"Sir Conrad," greets Evelyn towards her next opponent. She nods to him, shifts her seating upon her mount, and waits for the signal. She leans in further, this time, knowing she cannot lose this round and the gambit pays off as her lance shatters and Conrad is sent to the ground. She pulls her horse to a stop, turns and makes certain Conrad is okay, nodding to him once she sees he is uninjured. Such is always a worry. She lets out an exhale, feeling the same weight she did at the melee duels, yet knowing her skill is able enough to pull it out. She moves on to her next round. This time, it would seem, against the very man who bested her in that final duels fight. "Sir Jonathan," she greets the man, welcoming enough.

Raimond watches the results of his brother's match with a grim expression, shaking his head with both frustration and a touch of anger. He straps his helmet back on, and climbs back atop his Haldis Charger, moving to the next lane to face off against Elrick t'Tremaine. He gives his proper salutes, but the only greeting he offers is a somewhat flat, "Sir Elrick." And after that, he's ready for the next round, all but grinding his teeth behind his visor as he awaits the signal to charge.

It was close. But, in the end, Leander loses as he just wasn't fast enough to avoid a hit to his helm. He offers a nod to Jonathan, with somewhat of a grim expression upon his face. Discipline, smisipline. Leander just didnt dodge fast enough. "congratulations, Sir." As Leander rides by Raimond, he leans over to murmur in his ear. "Win this. Make Mancini wipe that smirk off his face." Then, and only then does Leander ride on to the sidelines.

Well, things could only go slightly worse for Conrad, as Evelyn's lance splinters as it strikes his brastplate. Sadly he is unable to keep his feet in his stirrups as the t'Artan is quickly removed from the saddle, though he is able to regain his feet quickly enbough and waves to Evelyn to inform her of his good health, just ill luck. He makes his way off the field, for soon he needs to ready himself for the festivities to follow, and the ransom tob e covered.

Up in the stands, Mancini gulps down some wine, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to hide the grin as Leander moves off the field. But then his attention turns to the match between Raimond and Elrick.

Seeing his opponent's nonplussed mood, Elrick isn't surprised, especially after the result of the tilt between Leander and Jonathan, brought about but a rigged bracket. The t'Tremaine Heir does offers Raimond a nod in return, in additional to the greeting, "Sir Raimond." Then the visor is lowered and the northern knight is prepared for the next round. Whether the jousting bracket is rigged or not, Elrick will always strive for victory.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance - Critical wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - Critical wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Jonathan with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jonathan attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Elrick has been KO'd!

Evelyn knows that Jonathan is extremely tough; she's gone against him more than once and rarely come out better for it. The duels were an example of that, this time, though, she seems to have the edge, shattering yet another lance on her second pass. She moves to quickly pick up the new for the third tilt, scoring again against the t'Maren. She nods, "We are even, this Tourney, Sir, then." She smiles, briefly. Then, she is riding against the next man - and this one a friend from the war. "Sir Elrick," she greets him. "A deal, between us? Whoever wins this match, takes the event, yes?"

Raimond isn't looking too good for the first two passes. Elrick scores two points against him unanswered. Mancini leans on the edge of his seat, and then scowls as on the third pass, Raimond's lance practically explodes against Elrick's breastplate, and sends the Couvieri knight off of his steed. He waits to see if the man is all right, and moves past him when he's on his feet, giving him a salute and speaking:

"Ransoms are not the prize I seek here, Sir Elrick. Consider it waived."

And with that, he goes to await the results of the next match to see who he will face in the finals.

Sir Jonathan has been participating in the Circuit for some time; long enough to be familiar with that odd feeling when one realizes one is done for the season. That odd feeling today happens to come in the form of a rather brutal blow from the lance of Sir Evelyn, shattering against his breastplate. Strictly speaking, he's not /done/ at that point, but the last pass is almost a formality. After taking one more blow, he graciously - if still in pain - dismounts, gives the l'Faust knight a salute, and rather unceremoniously leaves the field.

The moment looked like it was going with Elrick as he proceeded through the bracket, and the tilt against the older Giraldi. The first two passes, the t'Tremaine scored points with qualifying strikes, and it appeared that it would be difficult for Raimond to come back but the southern knight proved more than capable. Perhaps a bit overconfident, Elrick's own guard was lowered as he tries to score yet another point, but instead, he receives a devastating strike to his chest, launching him off of his charger. It takes a moment for the t'Tremaine to roll off of his back and clamber onto his knees, then to his feet as he tries to catch his breath, surprised at the outcome. Helm pulled off, he gulps for a few more large breaths before turning to Raimond who rides past. Though frustrated at the outcome, Elrick inclines his head respectfully to the Giraldi,

"Appreciated, Sir Giraldi. Well struck on that last exchange."

Then Elrick is moving off to where his squire awaits him, the charger's reins in hand. "Make sure my armor is secured again and give me that skin of water. I must prepare for the tilt against Sir Evelyn." A quick moment is taken to ensure his plate armor is tightly snug against his body and then with a slight ache, he climbs onto his charger. With helm slipped over his head again and tourney land in hand, the t'Tremaine nudge his steed to his side of the tilt, looking over to Evelyn. A smirk appears at the deal offered, Elrick nodding his head, "I wouldn't have it any other way, Sir Evelyn. Best of luck."

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - Light wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Elrick with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Elrick attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!

It appears that the blow that Elrick had taken against the Giraldi still affects him, the tilt against Evelyn a very poor showing as his lance did not come close to landing a blow. Though he remains on his charger, the t'Tremaine wheel his mount around after the third pass and pulls off his helmet. Saluting Evelyn, he also gives her a nod as if expecting her to uphold the deal they made before moving off to the side.

The tilts against Elrick are not as decisive as her last two rounds, but she scores and wins on points just the same, and Evelyn knows she now must claim not one, but two victories against Raimond Giraldi. It's a position she's been in before, but this is also the event she feels is her best. She turns her horse, telling Elrick, "You rode well, Sir. It was an honor." She salutes him in return, and then moves to the grounds where Raimond awaits. She exhales, long, slow and stares at Raimond briefly, then nods, "Victory will not come easy for either of us, Sir. But whomever wins, it will be well-earned." She nods to him, and closing her visor, spurns her horse forwards to … well, hopeful victory.

Raimond smiles and salutes once more, "I might have expected to find myself facing you again, Sir Evelyn. You're nothing if not tenacious. Let's give them all a good show this last round or two, shall we?" He doesn't quite seem his usual self, but the familiarity of this particular opponent does seem to soften his grim mood a bit. Hopefully it doesn't lower his guard or lessen his focus though. He takes up his armament, waiting at the edge of the lane, his charger pawing at the dirt…and then the signal is given, and he lowers his lance and begins what he hopes will be the last match of the night.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Right Leg stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance but Raimond DODGES!

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance but Raimond DODGES!
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance but Evelyn DODGES!

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Left Leg stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Raimond attacks Evelyn with Tourney Lance - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Raimond with Tourney Lance but Raimond DODGES!

Evelyn is unable to keep her bargain with Elrick, and just like the first round with Raimond, she's unable to get a single hit on the elusive and troublesome Rivanian at all. Or he her, for that matter for the first few passes. The last has him scoring on her, and she inclines her head, doing well to not let her frustration and disappointment to show through. Still, her words are sincere enough as she tells Raimond, "You're the better, this day. Well ridden, Sir." And she makes off the field, without further word, or to watch how the brothers celebrate.

Seated astride his own charger, Leander watches patiently as the two knights exchange passes. And.. as before, it goes into overtime as Raimond finally scores the lone point needed to win the match…and the event. Undefeated. Take that, Mancini. As a little extra 'up yours' to the Chancellor, Leander rides out to the field and takes his turn lifting up his brother's arm in victory, just as Rai did for him. A little punctuation to the tournament, with wins at the beginning and the end for both Giraldis.

That ought to make the Chancellor squirm.

The crowd watches with anticipation, stirring a bit restlessly as pass after pass remains inconclusive. Mancini no less so, gripping his wine goblet with white knuckles.

And then, on the fourth pass, Raimond lands a solid hit on Evelyn's midsection that goes unanswered, and while a perhaps-unspectacular end to the Joust…an ending it is. The crowd can't quite reach the level of "roar" with its' comparitively scant numbers, but there is a genuine cheer as the "sort-of-hometown" Knight claims victory. Raimond salutes Evelyn, then the Chancellor, giving him an altogether-too-polite smile that doesn't fully reach his eyes.

Mancini looks sour for a few moments, pounding his fist on the arm of his chair a couple times, but he rises to his feet and has enough presence of mind to force his own somewhat sickly smile, even as Leander makes it out to raise Raimond's arm in triumph. And then with a wave and a bow to the crowds, Raimond moves off the field, pausing near Evelyn to add, "Come speak with me later, Sir Evelyn, if you've some time."

And with that somewhat enigmatic statement, he's off to celebrate, even as Mancini somewhat hastily makes his way out of the box and back towards his fortress, and the crowds soon begin to disperse, if perhaps a tiny bit more cheery than they were at the outset of the competition.

END

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