/ [ORP] Joust near Canterbury, England.

Plotnik

The notice had been posted throughout:

Hear Ye.

The Right Honourable

Earl of Chilham the Mallet of Dover
announces the

Earl's Joust

to commence

1 December 1459

on the grounds of

Chilham Castle

on the

Teams were forming. Preparations were well underway.

The Jousting Guild were copying their rules for distribution, and voting among themselves who would be Judge of the Match.

Squires were being hired by new riders. Coats of Arms and personal crests were being painted or sewn into liveries and shields.

The estates of the von Liechensteins was quite active, with Lady Anyamariee or Lord Plotnik rushing about the countryside, or stopping to answer letters upon travel desks that were always near. The most pressing detail was the amount of the entrance fee, and the size of the prize purse. And the security of the purse, due to the size.

Jewbeard wrote:

RULES OF THE JOUSE

1) Honor and Chivalry are most important. Cheaters will be disqualified - and thrown to the tender mercies of the Ymps.

2) All are welcome to prove themselves. Differences of opinion based on war, breeding, or simple feuds will be resolved in the lists, or not at all.

3) Individuals will joust for their own sakes, and they may announce any persons, places, or deities in whose honour they ride.

ROUNDS
- There will be several days of jousting (depending on how many riders there are). Every rider will ride 3 times the first day.

- After the first day, the riders with the best records of Win-Loss-Draw will advance to the next day. (The goal is to cut the field neatly in half for each new round. We'll do our best to keep it even).

- We will try to pair jousters against competitors with similar abilities [Str/Int stats]. In later rounds, this may not be possible. All riders acknowledge that the tournament organizers make a good-faith effort to keep the tournament fair, staking the organizers' own personal honour on it.

- In case there is not an even number of competitors, the organizers will ask for "guest" riders, not eligible to win the tourney. These will be well-matched, and suited to provide drama to the tournament. [They will also be given identical stats to the competing jousters.]

Terms/Definitions/Other
Each faceoff between a pair of jousters is called a "Lance." They make 3 passes at each other, called "tilts".

Points
The goal is to strike your opponent as precisely as possible, and to gain points by it. Those who are more cunning [higher Intel] are more likely to gain points.

Points Chart:

Damage
This is not a sport to be entered lightly. Many are injured - some are killed! Depending on your strength, you may seriously injure your opponent, or even blast him clean off his horse! (Unhorsing your opponent in this manner will result in a bonus point for you).

Remember - you are not immortal! There is a limit to how much damage you can take. [OOC: If you take 9 or more damage during one joust, you are considered INJURED, and should RP as such. You are not required to miss your next Lance, but you can if you think that matches your character's ability to get beat up.]

Damage Chart:

Note that you can be unhorsed by either an expert strike, or a crushing blow of damage.

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Ãðàô ×èëõýì Ìàëëåò Äóâðà, êàíöëåð ïôàëüöãðàôñòâî Ñàññåêñà

Ladyjennet

The invitation from the Earl of Chilham had been an unexpected, but welcome, surprise. After discussing it with those who would be her teammates, it was decided that this diversion was sorely needed and would be an excellent opportunity to take part in a tournament, the likes of which had become increasingly rare in recent days. They had taken the road from London towards the River Stour and Kent. Jennet had seen the original plans of Chilham while doing her research for the College of Heraldry. A fine place, though Jennet had heard that Lord Plotnik and Lady Anya had done much to improve the structure. She hoped that their hosts would be so kind as to offer the grand tour when all was said and done in the lists.

They arrived on the appointed day in grand style, royal banners streaming in the bright sunlight. The lions and lilies on the family coat of arms that adorned the carriages had been painted with true gold so that they seemed to positively leap from the background in a sparkling display. The horses that the team would ride in the joust had been sent ahead with the grooms at a leisurely pace and allowed to rest, lest they be tired for the first days of tilting. A wagon behind the procession carried the lances and armor, attended by the pages who would arm and armor the combatants.

A quick word from Rhys to the guards at the gate and the party were let in and led to the appropriate place where a clerk was busily signing up the participants.

“Name?” he said, without looking up.

“Would you like the short version or the long version, my good man?” Jennet said in her distinctively melodic voice that always seemed to carry an air of authority and yet was ever disarmingly pleasant.

The clerk’s head snapped up so quickly that Jennet feared his neck might break. He sputtered. “Your Royal Highness,”he muttered while trying to rise and bow, which made for something of a comical scene. A few quills that went flying off the table were harmed in the process of his flourish.*

She waved her hand at him to retake his seat, and the clerk did so, though his book was now in disarray. “Now then, I believe that you will need some information for our entry?” She tried to be encouraging.

“Yes, Your Highness. Who shall be riding as your champion in the lists?”

Jennet thought a moment, confusion showing in her eyes before she understood. “Oh, no, my good man. I shall be jousting in the lists myself." She slowly peeled her riding gloves off one finger at a time while the clerk blinked at her.

“But, Your Highness, it is most irregular for a princess to r…”

He was cut short by an amused smirk from Rhys and an annoyed glare from Amelia, both of whom were standing slightly behind and to the side of their lord and lady. It was not clear which caught the man’s attention first.

“I…ah…see, then, Your Highness. Well, then, might I have your name and associated titles as well as a depiction of the coat of arms with which you will ride?

Jennet sighed. She always hated reciting the whole thing, as if it were an index of who she was. “Her Royal Highness, Princess Jennet, Princess of England, Duchess of Anglesey, Marchioness of Flint, Lady Companion of the Garter, Knight of the Crown, Grand Cross of the Order of the English Lion, Baronetess of Holywell, and most recently Deaconess of Holywell,” she chuckled as she rattled off the listing and watched the clerk scribble furiously. “You don’t have to cover all of that every time I’m announced,” she smiled and saw the clerk breathe a sigh of relief. “I shall carry my own personal coat of arms, now that I have one,” she laughed again at something of a private joke and glanced at her husband to see his reaction. “Amelia, if you would be so kind.”

Amelia nodded and stepped forward with a scroll in hand, unrolling it to reveal an intricately drawn depiction of the Princess’ coat of arms, which the clerk accepted gladly, delighted that he would not have to draw the tiny hawthorn flowers himself.

“Only one thing more,” he said, checking off his small list, “For whom shall you ride?”

Jennet leaned close and whispered the name to the clerk, whose eyebrows shot up and made him look mildly stunned. She only smiled pleasantly in response.

“I…uh…very well, Your Highness. It shall all be properly recorded and I shall send for Lord Plotnik and Lady Anya as soon as possible.

Jennet nodded in acknowledgment and stepped back so that her husband could also register. She hoped that Chilham would contain a comfortable chair to rest her aching bum and a tub where she could refresh herself.

*No actual quills were harmed in the writing of this post.
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Princess Jennet Duchess of Anglesey|Marchioness of Flint|LG, Knight of the Crown|CoH|RHA

Plotnik

Chilham. What a charming location for a joust. The village couldn't be smaller, and still be a village. One inn. One pub. One road in. There will not be many staying in the village, just the first few lucky arrivals at the inn, after which all others will be turned away to their master's side. The luckier few would be invited to stay at the castle. A camp master is coordinating arrivals who have their own camp tents, forming an orderly tent village near the lists. Some will choose the comforts still to be found from the handful of friars remaining who still keep the tombs and shrines in the museum-city of Canterbury, or Sevenoaks. Meanwhile, the poorest of the merchants will spend their nights partying down by the river or sleeping in The Weald. Or a ditch.

From the village, a short walk to The Castle crosses well-manicured lawns up to a hill. There on the hilltop is a Norman keep. Unusual, in that it is has more than four sides, with a rectangular additional structure. From The Castle, you can see west across density of The Weald, south almost into the Romney Marsh, and northwest to the spires of Canterbury. On a clear day, the larger structures of Dover even may be discerned over the many intervening valleys.
www.chilham-castle.co.uk/images/content/Etching-of-the-Keep-1803--by-AC-&-AW.jpg
The ground floor is the public receiving area. The first floor hosts a great hall for dining and soirees. The second floor is the private apartments of Lord and Lady Chilham and their guests. The rooftop is a spectacular sitting garden, dominated by Anyamariee's medicinal herbs, and dotted by too many experimental benches and chairs from Plotnik's workshop. Along one wall, a covered viewing stand is set for invalids and special guests of the family, to see the sport unfold below.

And that is exactly what is happening, with tents going up, horses and trains arriving. More banners than Chilham had seen in over 1200 years - flew on every field on every hillside. The Joust was forming.

Plotnik

"My Lords, My Ladies, and the rest of you depressingly sober lot:

"We are expecting eight brave souls who have made their intentions known, that they should meet on the lists starting tomorrow to compete in a Joust! Would the participants, including any who have not yet announced their courage, please proceed to the tent near the archway, to register their arms.

"Know you all that these are those you will see upon the field:
Lady Jennet, Princess of England
Lord Barnaby Braeden de Holland, Earl of Pembroke, Lord Warden of Sherwood Forest
Lord Kenrich Steward Tudor, Earl of Nottingham
Lord H.Bear, Baron of Bickleigh
The Honourable Thomas_Church, Councilor of Sussex
Sir Obidiah Eaves, Hedge Knight
Sir Blades
And for some strange reason, I've decided to risk my own neck, too.

"Who else among you is foolhardy enough to test my skill? I've spent more of the last year on a ship, than on a horse. And for the rest of you, I've heard a rumour that some vendor claiming to sell Rat-on-a-Stick is actually selling squirrel. Please, caveat emptor, and for shame on you hooligans. The fun will begin as soon as we are registered. And wassail is being served all day in Saint Mary's, just the other side of the town square from here.

"Anyamariee? ...where's my wife? Anyamariee, what have I forgotten to say?

"Non nobis, Domine, non nobis, sed nomini tuo da gloriam! Amen.
“Not for us, Lord, not for us, but in the name of your glory. Amen.”

Thomas_church

He had tried to rest his horse most of the day as he walked beside his chestnut brown horse. He known to ride alot in his spare time, but when he had lived with his uncle in cornwall, he had gotten to learn how to ride a horse and some lessons about how to take care of one. So when he had bought Honeybee from a merchant in town and heard about a joust, though he had never jousted before in his life, he had sent a letter to join the competition.

As he followed the road in he saw many people gathering for the festivites. Seeing a nice spot by the woods to pitch his tent he led his horse over to drop off his equipment and then headed for the clerk's desk. As he arrived he could notice a woman speaking with the clerk with another man beside her. She seems familar he thought, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. As he was trying to figure out he heard the clerk beside the two call him up in a agitated voice.

Name ? The clerk asked glaring at the young man

Thomas Church he replied happily. He was glad that he could get out of his mayor's office and away for the council for a few days to have a little fun before having to return to his dull paperwork.

The clerk looked up at him wondering if he was going to add anything to his name, but seeing Thomas look around he shook his head in frustration and moved to his next question Title you ride under and coat of arms?

Ah overcourse, I will be riding under Thomas Church, no need to mention the whole councilor things, tell you the truth it is getting a little dull for me with all the talk of economics. As for the coat of arms, turns out I was able to find my family's old coat of arms. Thomas unrolled the scroll with his coat of arms, which he had founded in the Hastings libary which had fallen in disrepair over the years.

The clerk nodded and motioned his hand for Thomas to move along. Thomas smiled at the clerk and walked off. He went back to his campsite and after a hour or two finished putting up his tent and started a fire. After moving things around outside of his tent he smiled at his little home away from home. He patted his horse on its head and went back into town to see all the things going on.

Occ: sorry about the website name at the bottom, but it was the only one that didn't say my real family's name on the bottom of the crest.
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Baldar

Baldar arrived at the joust and dismounting Diablo his war horse,
goes to the clerk

Name ? Sir Baldar de Lusignon

I will be riding under my own name and will be under my coat of arms

He leaves the clerk and heads to where the servents were putting up the tent. He then heade towards the nearest tavern for a drink or maybe two.
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Knight of the Realm; Chancellor of Westmorland Embassy; Head of the House of Lusignon Ibelin

Caitilin

Caitilin met her husband at the tent where she was just finishing with final preparations. Her smile brightened at the sight of her Knight and Lord. She kissed his cheek gently.

Beloved, everything is prepared and your armour is ready. Cait accompanied Baldar to the tavern for a cup of mead.
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Forever is not long enough to love you. ~CoH

Penelope_rose

The wind kissed Penelope's face as the horse galloped toward its destination, the corner edge of her blue cloak whipped against her leg, the bulk of the fabric caught between the flesh of the horse and her leg. A strong pair of arms held on to Penelope, the gloved hands held on firmly to the reins. Tiny wisps of hair that framed her face broke loose but the bulk of her hair was intricately braided and to ensure it wouldn't slap the man behind her, was tucked within her cloak.

"I can't wait for you to meet Lord Plotnik," Penelope murmured, the wind carrying her words to the man behind her and then sail off into the wind. "He was my mentor after I left my mother's house and is one of my dearest friends. Through thick and thin, Lord Plotnik has always been there ... even when we violently disagree on things. And I hold him dear to my heart because he always seems to know when he has crossed the line and apologizes." Penelope turned her head to look at her escort and smiled, showing him how happy she was that he came with her to this event.

The castle came into view as the horse continued but slowed as the rider reined in the horse to a canter. Penelope's fingers gently pressed against the man's arms as they took in the view of the countryside.

"I am glad you are with me, Hamish," Penelope murmured. "This should be very exciting!"
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CoH Herald

Kenrich

Ken rode up to the event, he had gotten a letter with the information of the joust, and he was eager, it had been a long time since he last jousted. Dismounted his horse he walked up to the Clerk.

"Name" The clerk asked." Kenrich Tudor, Lord High Constable, Earl of Nottingham, and ill be ridding under my own name and CoA" he said before moving off to find his tent and prepare for the event.
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Lord High Constable, Royal Guard, Knights of the Realm, CoH Herald

Faheud

King Faheud made a point of leading a troop of his finest men to the great joust. It was a pleasure to come to the joust sponsored by the former Sussex Count who had nominated him for his first peerage.

On arriving at the castle gates in full jousting armor, the King announced, "Pray tell His Excellency Lord Plotnik that His Majesty Faheud has arrived for the great joust. Where may I quarter my company?"
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Faheud, King of England

Thanks to Destini MacKenzie for the new banner!

Ghostwriter

The Princess Heir had ridden Hessel, her fresian to Chilham, following the directions she had been given, to go watch a joust. Princess Ghostwriter arrived and accepting the hand from the guard who had escorted her she slid from her horse gracefully, smoothing her red skirts as her feet felt the ground beneath them. Uncovering her head by pushing the hood of her cloak back Ghostwriter looked round and saw much movement, many faces, and feeling a little unsure turned to the guard.

Any idea where we should look for the King first, do you think? Ghostwriter asked, her voice calm. Looking round Ghostwriter hoped to watch those that took to the field, wondering what tent she might find the King who had invited her to attend.
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Baroness of Cartmel; Dean of the Naval College of England; Knight Castellan - KoTR

Darkogreer

Darko arrived at the Joust ready and eager he went to the clerks desk

Name? the clerk asked Darkogreer De Stryke Baron of Tavistock

Will you be riding under your own Coat of Arms today Sir Yes I will be

with that all out of the way Darko went over to his men where they where already had his tent put up he did like his men say what you will about being a peer it did have some advantages

Darko went into his tent and started to inspect his armor for the Joust
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Caitilin

Cait had heard her brother had arrived and she rushed to his tent to greet him. She rapped on the tent pole and pulled the flap aside to see him checking his armour.

Darko, I'm so happy to see you're here. She hugged her brother. Baldar will be pleased to see his broth-in-law has entered the joust. Would you join us in the tavern for a drink...or two? Cait winked at Darko.
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Forever is not long enough to love you. ~CoH

Darkogreer

Cait wonderful to see you here I heard Baldar had entered I hope I get the chance to face him in the Joust

Know I have heard the king has entered Im not sure if I want to face him or not

Leading his sister outside

Im not sure if I should or not I do want to do well in the Joust I best not know perhaps you would like to Join me in greeting his Majesty I believe thats him over there on his horse and in his armor
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Caitilin

Caitilin smile. Of course we can go and greet the King on the way to the tavern.
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Forever is not long enough to love you. ~CoH

/ Joust near Canterbury, England.

Plotnik

The notice had been posted throughout:

Hear Ye.

The Right Honourable

Earl of Chilham the Mallet of Dover
announces the

Earl's Joust

to commence

1 December 1459

on the grounds of

Chilham Castle

on the

Jewbeard wrote:

Note that you can be unhorsed by either an expert strike, or a crushing blow of damage.

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Ãðàô ×èëõýì Ìàëëåò Äóâðà, êàíöëåð ïôàëüöãðàôñòâî Ñàññåêñà

Ladyjennet

Princess Jennet Duchess of Anglesey|Marchioness of Flint|LG, Knight of the Crown|CoH|RHA

Plotnik

Thomas_church

Thanks Leah for the banner

Baldar

Knight of the Realm; Chancellor of Westmorland Embassy; Head of the House of Lusignon Ibelin

Caitilin

Forever is not long enough to love you. ~CoH

Penelope_rose

CoH Herald

Kenrich

Lord High Constable, Royal Guard, Knights of the Realm, CoH Herald

Faheud

Thanks to Destini MacKenzie for the new banner!

Ghostwriter

Baroness of Cartmel; Dean of the Naval College of England; Knight Castellan - KoTR

Darkogreer

Caitilin

Forever is not long enough to love you. ~CoH

Darkogreer

Caitilin

Caitilin smile. Of course we can go and greet the King on the way to the tavern.
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Forever is not long enough to love you. ~CoH

Darkogreer

Taking his sister by the arm he walks over towards the King

Your Majesty Darko gives a bow How are you today? I believe you know My sister Dame Caitilin

I hope that Armor isnt just for show your Majesty I would very much like to compete with you today its not every day you get to Joust against the King of England
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Madscot

A certain young scotsman, having taken time to look round the general area, arrives and asks where the mounts for the King's party are being stabled. On being told, the young fellow leads his aging mare round to the place mentioned and tethers her near his wife's mount, deciding to leave his helm and shield tied to his saddle. Clad in full plate steel, with the arms of the Knights of the Realms, and the Barony of Corby graven on the breast, he is not in possession this day of his exotic eastern sword, but rather carries a customized short pike. After a long moment of looking about for his wife, the young Knight finally sees her, and strides through the gaily dressed crowd to her side. As he comes near, Seamus gently embraces his bride, so as not to mark her by crushing her 'gainst his armour, and says Apologies darling, fer bein' slow again. I wanteda wee look about. Is His Majesty settled in yet? It could get a wee bit interesting round here once th' lances start bein' raised, yer know.
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Baron of Corby...Knight of the Realms of England...

Thomas_church

Seeing his friend Kenrich arrive and seeing him set up camp he approached his friend's tent and talk to him for a few minutes before getting ready himself. As he approached the tent he gave a shout to his friend. Kenrich my friend, it is good to see you here. I didn't know you were signed up to joust as well. I have to say this makes the festival even more interesting. Do you perhaps knows the schedule for the joust or is it going to be a suprise to us all.

Seeing a group of people gathering around a tent as well as more banners and men in armor he raised a eyebrow before pointing over to the group.

Who do you think that is to get all the attention.
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Thanks Leah for the banner

Faheud

"As it turns out, Lord Darkogreer I am here to Joust. I spent years earning the trade before doing Jah's work..."

Darkogreer wrote:

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Faheud, King of England

Thanks to Destini MacKenzie for the new banner!

Ghostwriter

Ghostwriter hugged her husband back, glad to see him, feeling his armour beneath is livery and smiled at Seamus for being so traditional.

I am glad to see you here my dear, Ghostwriter said glancing round at the melee beginning to grow. She was glad to stand close to Seamus and let him take the knocks and not her. I wasn't sure if you had got caught up with other things so got the young guard here to escort me dear, she said indicating the young man a step away from where they stood and smiled kindly at him, the young man looking uncertain of his charge to protect the Princess Heir. This Ghostwriter had found funny when she thought of the training she had had with her sword.

Let's go and join the King Seamus... he is going to be jousting and I am worried... the risk, Ghostwriter said looking at Seamus, her eyes showing her concern and slight fear. I saw him just beyond this crowd, on his horse before, but I am sure by now he has dismounted dear.

Ghostwriter slipped her hand into Seamus', and looking up tried not to smirk, the nerves starting to get to her as she realised the walk could be awkward with the number of horses and bodies about, the grass becoming quickly a quagmire, glad she had worn boots and not shoes. She tugged to get Seamus to follow, nodding to the young guard to lead the way and hoped none would knock into her, willing Seamus to be quick in his reactions.
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Baroness of Cartmel; Dean of the Naval College of England; Knight Castellan - KoTR

Madscot

At the mention of the King's own person jousting, Seamus' eyes go flat, and he murmurs, I shall squire him myself if you'll tell him.
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Baron of Corby...Knight of the Realms of England...

Darkogreer

Faheud wrote:

"As it turns out, Lord Darkogreer I am here to Joust. I spent years earning the trade before doing Jah's work..."

Darkogreer wrote:

Then I hope I get to Joust against you your majesty im sure you would be a Challenge for me
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Caitilin

Faheud wrote:

"As it turns out, Lord Darkogreer I am here to Joust. I spent years earning the trade before doing Jah's work..."

Darkogreer wrote:

Cait curtsied before the King and bowed her head. Rising she smiled at him. Your Majesty, since I am not riding in this joust, may I wish you all the best. I will miss the opportunity of possibly unhorsing a King. Cait chuckled. I do hope you have a lady to present you with her favor for your tilt. If not, I'm sure you will find any maid here willing to tie her tribute on your lance. We are heading for the tavern to join my husband, Sir Baldar, and you would be more than welcome there. Dame Caitilin curtsied, taking her brother, Darko's arm they went to join Baldar in the tavern
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Forever is not long enough to love you. ~CoH

Ghostwriter

Ghostwriter looked at her husband at his words, and wondered if she should throttle him or hug him and instead smiled and squeezed his hand. Walking with Seamus, jostled a little at times, Ghostwriter could see the King ahead, some with him, the King talking. Ghostwriter glanced around her, the hustle and noise almost over powering, prospective jousters all getting ready, their groups of servants, etc milling about, carrying out the tasks they were instructed with.

Oops, she gasped as her foot slipped and caught, Ghostwriter grabbing Seamus' arm briefly till she was sure of her balance. This field will be a nightmare later Seamus.

Nearing the King now Ghostwriter released Seamus' hand, propriety taking the place of her using her husband as a protective prop, knowing Seamus would help if needed. She stepped to where the King was and curtsied, lifting her skirts slightly so they did not lay too long on the ground. Standing again Ghostwriter smiled.

Has Your Majesty been signed in yet? Ghostwriter asked, smiling at King Faheud as she stood straight again, looking round. Seamus here has said he is willing to squire for you if you wish it. If there is anything I may do... the Princess Ghostwriter bowed her head to the King, realising there was little she could do, that everything would have been taken care of by now.
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Destini

A woman's figure, cloaked in black, stood solumnly -- stoically -- beneath the banner of the King that waved in the cool, December breeze. Her eyes were shadowed as she watched King Faheud announce to one of England's Lords that He was intent upon the joust. She was ill at ease with His Majesty's intention. There were a myriad of possibilites for failure. But, in the end, it was His choice.

King Faheud was speaking with the Princess now. Destini saw her chance and approached the King. "Majesty, Princess," she greeted with an appropriately low curtsey to each. "My Lord King, I come to Ye bearin' an attempt -- in all probability futile an' useless -- to prevent ye from competin' in this joust." She looked at King Faheud seriously as one who has known the Other for years. Before He was King, He was Count. Before He was Count, He was Cardinal -- and she had served Him even then. "I admire an' respect what Ye are tryin' to do, but since Ye are One whom has duties beyond the pale o' this contest, I will ask Ye to reconsider, Sire."

Even as she spoke the words, the corners of her mouth twitched upwards with amusement. "Still, knowin' Ye as I do, I expect Yer Majesty has already considered, reconsidered, an' determined Yer course o' action." She doubted He would back down from His intent, but still she felt it needful to voice her opinion in this case.

Her sparkling gaze watched Him steadily with great respect and barely-shielded concern from beneath the black hood of her traveling cloak.
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Hamish

When the massive white horse turned onto the road that lead to the jousting arena it began to prance. The beast's head was held high and each step saw the leg raise to a horizontal at the knee. Hamish said to the lovely Lady Penelope_Rose " what we do now is sit up straight and put on a face of bored charm. I want to make an impression on Sir Plotnik. " Hamish climbed down from the horse, tied his purple and whiite penant to the end of his gleaming yew-wood jousting lance. He attached a white and a purple feather to the top of his helmet.

Hamish re-mounted the horse, gave Lady Penelope_rose a big squeeze, positioned the lance vertically so the pennant would fly in the breeze and kicked the horse to begin the proud walk to the arena.
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Kenrich

Ken was walking when he he saw a man approach him it was Thomas, he smiled.

"Greetings, Thomas how are ye this fine day" he said. "Aye i figured why not its been a good while since i lasted jousted" he said. "Tis a good way to keep up my skills." he said as Thomas pointed over to a group of people asking who they might be.Ken has seen the Kings banners as he was leaving the sign up desk. "From the looks of the banners tis be the King and Princess Ghost" he said. I was going to go over and say hello, but from what you can see there are so many folks there now, i figured i would allow the king some time to settle in before going over" he said. "Though from the looks of it he might be here to Joust, this will make things very interesting." he said hoping he was not the one to draw against the King."As for the Schedule i am unsure im sure they will be drawing names here soon." he said
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Lord High Constable, Royal Guard, Knights of the Realm, CoH Herald

Barnaby

Barnaby stood and watched with amusement as his wife registered, noting especially the clerk's reaction to the news that she would be jousting. He chuckled softly and smiled when she spoke of her Coat of Arms. When the man's eyebrows raised and a blank expression passed over his face momentarily, his smile broadened into a grin. It should be most interesting to see the look on their faces, he thought to himself as he waited his turn to register.

When she stepped aside, he stepped forward.

"Name?"

"Barnaby Braeden de Holland, Earl of Pembroke, Viscount of Mansfield, Lord Warden of Sherwood Forest, Knight Companion of the Order of the Garter, Knight of the Crown and recipient of the Grand Cross of the Order of the English Lion." He pulled a sheet of parchment out depicting his personal Coat of Arms as well and held it out to the clerk.

"For whom shall you ride?"

Barnaby looked over to his wife and smiled softly before speaking softly "Her cause and mine are one, my good man."

Stepping back, he stood next to his wife and waited for the other two members of their foursome to present themselves, noting that a line was beginning to form containing far more than the 8 total he was expecting to see. He recognized the Banner of the King, among a few others and wondered if he'd be jousting or not.
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Thomas_church

He raised a eyebrow when he heard that the king might actually be in the competition. The king of England actually jousting in a tournament with some lords and knights and a simple citzen of Hastings. Although this caused to smile thinking that it was not everyday that a simple everyday person might get to joust against the king himself. Kenrich snapped him out of his thoughts as he continued to speak as he nodded.

Well I wouldn't mind being one to joust against his royal highness. I think it would be quite intresting indeed although I doubt my skill is anywhere near his, I think it would be interesting to go against him. After all without his title he is just a man in armor like the rest of us right?

Well I will let you get prepared for the competition my friend, I would not want to hinder you in these festivites. I just wanted to come over and wish you good luck and make sure you were all settled in. Thomas said as he turned to leave his friend going to where the crowd was gathering. He wanted to see if any of his competition would be meeting the king.
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Hamish

As my friend and mount, drawers near to the arena I whisper to the Lady Penelope-Rose who is sat in front of me, I have one arm around her to steady her on the horse. I could say that I know that she is relatively new to horse-riding and so needs my arm to steady her, there is another more visceral reason to have my arm around her, I want to touch her and be in contact. I feel almost as though to let her go would be to allow her to disappear in a puff of golden powder.

I whisper to her " who is Sir Plotnik?" When she has pointed out the man I use my knees to nudge Aristotle over to the man. When the horse comes before the man the beast lowers it's head and drops it's right leg in what is a pretty good approximation of a bow. Years of training and allowing Aristotle to have his head have paid off.

I speak to Lord Plotnik " Hamish O'Ranald, Squire to Knight Castellan of the Knights Of The Realm, Dame Ghostwriter Rood. I wish to register my entry into the tournament and dedicate my service here to the star of the Heavens, Lady Penelope_Rose!"

I wait for Sir Plotnik's acknowlwedgement.

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Faheud

As he stood at the list-table to speak to Lord Plotnik, the King nodded to Princess Ghostwriter.

"Aye, Highness, I would be most pleased for Sir Seamus' assistance. Please tell him I am intending to do only a single ceremonial joust to show the support of the Throne for the noble sport. I would not wish to incur the risks that many are certainly worried about and with good cause."

The King smiled at Inspector MacKenzie, noting how her eyes kept moving around the crowd, never stopping their endless search for anything out of place. He turned to the good Earl hosting the tournament.

"Good Earl Plotnik, I, Faheud, King of England, present myself to this list for a ceremonial joust against a random opponent to show the Crown support for your noble endeavor."

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--Obidiah

A jet black Friesian trotted to the entrance, bearing upon its back a mountain of a man wrapped in steel and bearing a green and white striped lance. On either side rode his companions, also knights, each bearing banners depicting the heraldry of the man mountain. Depicted upon its damp cloth was a chevron of silver upon a green field. To the left and right of the chevron a red boar snarled, as if ready to charge and below chevron and boars both was planted a red trefoil. The trio reigned in before the clerk who had just finished registering a nother set of lords and ladies who sought to try their skill in the lists. Urging his mount forward the middle knight towered over the diminutive man who now gazed up in slight wonder, and perhaps a hint of fear.

"Yes?" He inquired boldly, "Would you like to throw your lot in with the rest?"

The knight tilted up his visor so that a scarred and ugly face could be revealed, what passed for lips moved slightly allowing a coarse voice to emerge, "Ser Obidiah Eaves." The mountain rasped, cold blue eyes boring into the browns of the clerk's. "You see mine sigil." The clerk glanced down and scribbled furiously, "And who would you ride for, Ser?" he asked, able to keep a tremor out of his voice, certainly something to be admired. "Pain." Replied the Hedge Knight shortly, "Pain and gold." He added, growling.
"That will be all?" Continued the clerk, clearly hoping to be rid of this man soon. "These shall accompany me." Obidiah rasped, gesturing towards his companions. "Will they be riding?" Asked the clerk mistakingly to which Obidiah answered curtly, "No. That will be all, little man." Kicking his heels into the flanks of his horse, he spurred it forward riding deeper into the tourney grounds, the knights behind him following, the banners snapping out in the sudden speed. They pulled into an open lot and dismounted, the other two knights flipping up their own visors as they planted the banners deep into the ground. In yet another moment, without a word exchanged between them, a tent was prepared and rising, faster than most teams of retainers could manage. The speed at which it was done gave hint that these men had possibly known the toils of war, which included marching and setting as well as the widely known celebrated charging and fighting. Perhaps children would not have as much fun with their wooden swords were they to include that aspect. The other two knights removed their helms when they had finished, revealing the dashing face and golden curls of Ser Theoden Whitemace and the solemn visage of Ser Leris Blackoak, fringed by long black hair which fell about his shoulders. Obidiah Eaves disinclined to join them, leaving his own helmet on, rasping, he ordered, "Find me our host, I would like a word." To which both knights inclined their heads and departed, leaving the Hedge Knight to hitch their horses and disappear inside his tent.

His banners flapped weakly in the cold wind, the boars leaping and dancing as if standing impatient guard whilst the trefoil wilted beneath them.

Kenrich

Ken nodded to Thomas as he wished him luck.

"Good luck as well, my friend" he said as he saw him walk away, ken went back to checking his armor. He would walk over to the kings tent once he was done, to say hello.
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Plotnik

Hamish wrote:

Plotnik watches the horse prances smartly to a crisp stop, with the rider apparently looking in his direction. When the horse "bows", he laughs with appreciation. Bowing jovially to the horse, he manages to tell him, "At your service" before the rider speaks.

Listening to the stranger speak, he bursts out laughing at the mention of Penelope. "The Little Angel has flown home? Ha! Well met, Sir Squire! The registration tent is there by the Great Door to The Castle. We'll be happy to have you riding, even if you've found yourself a lost cause. Ha! Why, I haven't seen her since... I'll have to think when it was. 'S'been too long. Too long. I was thinking of her momma just the other day, too.

"I charge you with ensuring that the lady sees Anyamariee and me before she departs, or unpleasant things will befall.
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Destini

Destini nodded as King Faheud spoke His intention to enter the tournament, expecting -- and respecting -- His wish. Her eyes moved about the space, looking for threats and spying many people she recognized amongst the many of those she did not.

As another lad stepped foreward to announce his candidacy to the tournament to Lord Plotnik, Destini's eyes stopped moving for once. She focused in on him and wondered that she had not seen him earlier. "Hamish?" she said so quietly that she doubted that anyone could possibly hear her. "Hamish O'Ranald?" she asked louder. He might have heard her, but then the talk and the cheering were loud enough that he might not have. Could Jah's world really be so small?

No, it couldn't be her friend from her hometown. Could it? In the din, Destini wasn't certain she had heard him correctly.
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Caitilin

The Countess of Wigton, Judge of the Tournament, gathered the names from the registration tent and hurried over to Lord Plotnik with the parchment.

My Lord, here is the list of those who have registered so far. Cait handed him the list.

Lady Jennet, Princess of England
Lord Barnaby Braeden de Holland, Earl of Pembroke, Lord Warden of Sherwood Forest
Lord Kenrich Stewart Tudor, Earl of Nottingham
Lord H.Bear, Baron of Bickleigh
The Honourable Thomas_Church, Councilor of Sussex
Sir Obidiah Eaves, Hedge Knight
Sir Blades
Lord Plotnik von Liechenstein, Earl of Chilham, the Mallet of Dover
Sir Baldar de Lusignon, Baron of St Ives, Grand Marshall of the Knights of England, King's Champion
Lord Darkogreer de Stryke, Baron of Tavistock
Hamish O'Ranald, Squire of the Knights of the Realms

A demonstration match of one tilt to be presented between His Royal Majesty, King Faheud and Sir Baldar de Lusignon, Baron of St Ives, Grand Marshall of the Knights of England, King's Champion shall not be scored.

My lord, I have received only a few of the participants qualifications so that we can pair the jousters evenly. It is imperative I receive this information before we can begin the tournament.

[OOC: All must ig mail their stats in strength and intelligence, please]
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Cordelia

Exiting her carriage, Cordelia was glad for the heavy boots she wore with her gown. For this event, she was playing Herald. She was dressed for standing out in the chill wind in heavy silks and velvets, a red gown with white ermine trim. Over her shoulders she wore a heavy fur cloak, with a matching hat. Draped across her shoulders, she wore the collar of a King of Arms and upon her arm, the blue Garter that marked her as the Garter Principal. About her wrist was tied a blue ribbon, perhaps as a favor for some jouster. Stopping a passing page, she gets directions to where Lord Chilham was.

As she makes her way across the yards, her trained eye takes in the different Arms and pennants fluttering over the different tents. Reaching Plotnik, she nods her head to him, "Lord Plotnik," She murmurs quietly, wishing to conserve her voice for later, when it would need to carry across the lists.
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Kenrich

occ Cait, just a little note, tis stewart not seward hehe

Ken had finished his inspection of his armor when he looked up he saw Cordelia riding in, he smiled he had hoped she would be here this day, seeing there was still some time left he walked over to were she was to say hello.
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Penelope_rose

Secure against the broad chest of Hamish as his arm steadied her while the horse cantered towards Lord Plotnik, Penelope reveled in the knowledge that the two were becoming closer day by day.

Having pointed out where Lord Plotnik stood, Penelope impulsively hid behind the massive fur cloak that sheltered Hamish from the December breeze. Nearly yelping as the horse dipped its knee, Penelope held on tight to Hamish's arm lest she fall forward to reveal her ruse.

A smile formed as she heard Hamish's words comparing her to a star of the heavens. This man surely knew how to make a lady's heart melt, she thought as Lord Plotnik answered Hamish.

Laughter announced her presence as Penelope flung the fur away from her body to reveal herself. Teasing Plotnik, she gaily answered, "Like you could escape a visit from my, my dear friend!"

Hugging Hamish's arm as he continued to hold on to her she continued, "I'm glad you two met. And, Plot, thank you for arranging this most wonderful event.!"

Penelope heard someone call out Hamish's name and turned in the direction from where she heard it. Seeing the King surrounded, she finally noticed Lady Destini. "If you will excuse us, Plotnik, we shall greet others." Smiling fondly at Plotnik, Penelope looked at Hamish expectantly.
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--Theoden

"Bloody weather," muttered Theoden as he picked his way through the tourney grounds, dodging retainers, knights and audience alike. Beside him, Ser Leris stalked, silent as always, a sharp contrast to the constant murmurings of his companion. "It was better in France, you know," Theoden continued, uncaring as to whether Leris was listening or not, which he usually wasn't. "It was mild, comfortable, warm at times even! The women were surely more giving too, not like these cold witches." The blond haired knight shuddered as he recalled his own many attempts to bed a variety of Englishwomen. "What I wouldn't give for a soft bed and a warm body," He complained, shouldering his way through a crowd of people gathered around a small stall that was selling all kinds of food. English food, mind you, bland, tasteless, unsatisfyingly limp. "Why does everything in this bleeding country..." He growled, unfinished, as he finally pushed his way through the final vestiges of the crowd. He wasn't one to talk, really, being Englishborn himself, but so many years on the bloodied fields of France, marching and crossing swords had been a change. More than like, it had been a change for all three men, but Theoden was the only one who was likely to be vocal about it. "Bloody, bloody, bloody," The handsome knight chanted as he smushed his way across the tourney before stopping suddenly. Leris appeared silently at his shoulder.

"Leris!" Theoden stated, "Where shall we find our most esteemed host? One would assume he would be surrounded by a large amount of commoners but we've passed several already and...ah hah!" He proclaimed finally, pointing a gauntled finger at the registration tent where a formidable gathering had appeared and there in the center, was Lord Plotnik himself, if he wasn't mistaken by the same portrait they had placed up on the tourney announcement. "Be a dear, Leris and fetch Ser Eaves. I shall approach anon and engage in conversation!" As Leris slipped quietly away, Theoden weaved his way through more bodies, touching here and there gently so that he could pass without pushing people into the mud. "Lord Plotnik!" He called, cheerily, green eyes twinkling as he placed himself before the tourney host, "Good day!" He added, extending an armoured hand.

Hamish

I dismount and bow to Lord Plotnik " a pleasure to meet you sir! I turn and offer my arms out to catch Lady Penelope_Rose as she dismounts from the horse. I hear a voice calling, I know that voice!" "Destini! How are you? So so so good to have you here!" I laugh and wait for my lady love to fall into my arms.

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Penelope_rose

Accepting Hamish's help, Penelope dismounted from his huge horse, glad for his strong hands circling her waist. A smile formed as he easily lowered her till her feet touched the ground, all the while ensuring a respectable distance was kept between their bodies.

Stepping out of his embrace, Penelope turned to Plotnik and gave him a warm hug, whispering, "I have missed you my friend and shall gladly spend some time with you and Anyamariee during the festivities. We have much to catch up on."

Resting her fingers on the crook of Hamish's arm, she beamed up at him as they picked their way through the mud and grass towards King Faheud where Destini stood. Seeing the king surrounded by others, Penelope turned her attention to Lady Destini. "Destini. Seems we live in a small world. Whoever would have thought a man living in Egremont would know a lady living in Sussex." Affectionately squeezing Hamish's arm, Penelope looked between the two trying to understand how they knew one another.
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Destini

At Hamish's greeting, there could be no doubt that this was the same man she had known. She watched as Hamish helped Lady Penelope to dismount. Clearly, he was still the gentleman he had always been. A glimmer of a smile teased the left corner of Destini's lips as her minstrel's talent to read an audience picked up on the body language betwixt these two. Her eyes sparkled with delight as the two approached.

"Lady Penelope, 'tis good to see ye again! I trust ye've been well?" said Destini to Penelope in greeting before answering her implied question. "Even livin' in Sussex as I do, I am still a traveler. I donae stay in one place fer long -- but every story has its beginnin', an' Hamish here is a part o' mine. One o' the best mayors Imleach ever had, in my opinion."

She looked to Hamish with memories dancing behind her grey eyes. "Eleven months since I've seen ye, Hamish. I'm a little surprised to see ye here in England. So, ye're in Egermont, now? Ye'll have to tell me yer tale o'er an ale or whiskey -- but later, o' course." She smiled with a glance at Hamish's bright armor. "I can see ye're one fer the joust -- an' I, too, have duties o' my own."
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Ghostwriter

The Princess Heir smiled as Hamish and Penelope spoke with Destini. She was surprised to see her Squire there, but pleased to see him for the first time since leaving Egremont. She stayed still, stood a few steps from Destini, her eyes scanning the moving crowd as people milled past, constantly alert to any sudden movement near the King. Today would be an interesting day and she looked forward to watching the King on the field, praying to Jah that all would be well. Looking to the King briefly Ghostwriter smiled before turning her attention back to the conversation going on near.
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--Pocket

As the crowd gathered and milled about as often happens at the beginning of a tournament, there came a sound down the lane towards the arena.

Clippety Clop

Clippety Clop

Eventually everyone could see a very strange little rider on a very strange little pony, in full jousting kit.

The rider came near, lifted his visor, adjusted the coxcomb atop the lot and said quite cheerily, "What Ho! Your Majesty!! Am I too late for the joust?"

The little fellow hardly waited for an answer before nudging his mighty steed over near Penelope Rose. "Hello Duch-chess! Jousting today?"

Thomas_church

He walked down the road seeing a few men in armor approach and he thought he could hear one muttering about France being a better place. Although he had never been to France he shrugged his shoulders as he moved on through the crowd. Wondering if a lucky lady would present him with a token to put on his lance. He stopped and chuckled at the thought, he didn't think that he was ready to give up his single life just yet. He still wanted to do so much and he didn't figure a married man would be able do some of those things. He walked over to a stall and smiled at the man who was selling books. Just the thing he wanted, he loved to read, and he thought a good book might be nice before a joust as well as buying a few books for his home back in Hastings. He smiled at the aged stall vendor who seeing he was participating in the joust wished him a good luck and gave him a small discount although Thomas gave the man a tip with the coin he saved on the books. As he walked away from the stalls, the books under his arm he wondered if any of his friends would be at the festival for the jousts as went back to his tent to put his books away till later.
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Hamish

I stand before Lady Ghostwriter Rood and bows low before her. " Knight Castellan, I present my sword to you, my blood and honour are yours to command. "

I smile to Ghostwriter " how are you? How is the baby? I offer my services as a member of the Royal Guards during these proceedings. I will keep an eye out for your sign that you have a task for me."

I look at Destini and take the lass in my arms for a big hug, swinging her round in delight.(forgive the godmod Destini-H) I break the hug and stand back. " Please allow me to introduce the lady for who's honour I joust." I reach an arm out and pull Lady Penelope_Rose. Turning to Lady Penelope I reach out an arm and guide her to my side. " I expect you already know each other."

I smile.

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Kazzia_llewellynn

Why I'd decided to come today was beyond me. Someone had mentioned a joust and I'd decided to come. I'd come well prepared but left my daughter at home in care of Gwyndolynn, her nurse.

Logan and Evan were seeing to the setting up of the tent's we'd brought. I'd come by myself to observe, but I'd been persuaded to bring along some of the staff to set up the tents and see to other such things. I'd hoped to see some of my family here today, but it was early yet.

Unsure of myself in crowds quite this large I walked towards the groups standing around, or in some cases sitting around atop their steeds. I smiled as brightly as I ever had when I noted some familiar faces about. Some I knew well and others I was just coming to know but at least there were familiar faces. My boots sank lightly into the much below me and I made a note to take well placed steps. I kept my skirts gathered in one hand and with the other shielded my face to peer around. When I noticed many of the Royal family about I dropped a curtsy careful not to fall in the mud and then stepped to the side and out of the way of their group. The air around was crisp, though some smells I'd rather not analyze were beginning to seep into the cool air, but still it felt of excitement.
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Darkogreer

Darko leaving the group behind decided to attend to his new horse he had decided to name her Chaoi after the town he was born in a strange name yes but for such a beautiful animal

Make sure she is well fed and watered and see to it that her armor and saddle are correctly put on her Darko said to one of his men

Returning to his tent Darko decided that it was time to put on his armor he found his young servant James polishing his armor If you Polish it anymore James my opponent will be able to see themselves in it The young man going slightly red turned and said Would you like to put on your Armor now Milord he knew there was a reason he liked young James it was because he thought like himself Yes lets put it on now you never know who might be in attendance

some Minutes later Darko stood in his tent with all his armor but his helm which was on his table with a small jug of water and a goblet

Noticing how he was missing all the fun outside Darko stepped outside seeing how he had not greeted the Princess Heir he decided to walk over with James following him

Your Highness Darko gave a bow It is a Pleasure to see you I haven't seen you since you left Westmorland it was a sad day for me when i discovered you had left

with a smile and a nod to her husband I do hope your husband my cousin is not causing you to much trouble your Highness

How is the little one last i saw her was at the family gathering in London i seem to remember her being very Colorful
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Plotnik

Penelope_rose wrote:

Laughter announced her presence as Penelope flung the fur away from her body to reveal herself. Teasing Plotnik, she gaily answered, "Like you could escape a visit from my, my dear friend!"

Hugging Hamish's arm as he continued to hold on to her she continued, "I'm glad you two met. And, Plot, thank you for arranging this most wonderful event.!"

Penelope heard someone call out Hamish's name and turned in the direction from where she heard it. Seeing the King surrounded, she finally noticed Lady Destini. "If you will excuse us, Plotnik, we shall greet others." Smiling fondly at Plotnik, Penelope looked at Hamish expectantly.

"Ha! There's the devil herself riding your back, Good Squire!

"Now I remember. More than a year ago. When we were in Ludlow, ... when I granted your divorce, when you stormed out of the wedding, was it not? Ha-ha, Anyamariee! See? the day is so young - and what did I tell you? Put my foot in my mouth in under five minutes! I believe that means you owe me a dinner. Or do I owe you a dinner? I forgot who bet what. Either way: date tonight, everybody's a winner!

"Now, Young Man, a word of advice: when you hit rock bottom, the only way to go is up! That's why I try so hard to hit rock bottom rapidly. When everyone expects you to disappoint them, you are certain to please them; one way or another. My bane is, when I reach rock bottom, there's usually someone there to hand me a pick. I hate a tool to fail to reach its full potential, so I tend to use the tools I'm handed. I've a respectable collection of ax-heads and broken handles. It now holds a place in my wardrobe once reserved for my lost hat collection."

Plotnik digs a little rib-tickling as Penelope hugs him, then excuses himself, "You two must excuse me, as I've host duties I need to avoid. Please, though, as today is the Feast of Saint Nicholas, you must eat. And don't forget to report to the registration tent, or you'll be forgotten when we post the schedule."
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Madscot

Hearing his kinsman's remark, Seamus contrives to look utterly innocent, and says I? Make trouble? Humble meatshield, I. Strong like ox. Dumber than nightsoil dropping behind said ox. No trouble, I. Having spoken, the young Knight does his finest village idiot imitation, grinning deviously all the while.
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Kenrich

Ken walked with a smile as he approached Cordelia

"Your Highness" he said, though he knew she hated the formalities and all, he felt it was proper do to the circumstances they were in.
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Cordelia

Hearing an oh so familiar voice, she turns, the corners of her mouth rising and her gaze softening as she looks up at Kenrich. Her nose wrinkles slightly at his greeting, he knew how she felt about him using her titles. With a smile and a nod of her head, she extends her hand slightly, saying softly, "Lord Nottingham..."
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Kenrich

Taking her hand and kissing it lightly smiling

"Tis a pleasure too see you were able to come, i was wondering if ye were going to be able too" he said to her. "Though from what you are wearing you have a official role at the joust" he asked her, though he saw she was wearing the symbols of her being the garter of the college.
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Cordelia

After he kisses her hand, she keeps his clasped in hers. Nodding, she says quietly, "Aye, I am here to be the Herald. Ye are here to participate then?" Her eyes quickly survey him, noting that he was not yet in armor.
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Kenrich

He smiled when she said she was going to be the hearld

"Then ye will be able to see me compete then" he said. "Aye i figured no way to to brush up on my skills then to take part in the joust, though im afraid its been ages since i have been able too actually compete" he said with a smile to her. "Though im glad ye are here and that ye has been choosen to be the hearld im sure you will do great, plus it will allow me to spend some time with ye as well" he said to her giving her a small wink. "I see the King banners are here and heard a rumor he might actually be jousting, i do hope that is not the case for jah forbid should something happen to him" he said," I was about to go over there and say hello, would you like to join me?"
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Cordelia

She smiles and nods, teasing, "I would have seen ye anyway, had ye told me ye were going to be competing!" She realizes her voice had risen slightly. Clearing her throat, she adjusts her volume to a level barely above a whisper again.

"I'm sure ye aren't too rusty, I'm nae having to brush flakes off ye yet..." Smiling, she says, "It wasn't so much being chosen as volunteering. I've got to find something to do with my semi-retirement, and with two Kings of Arms in the joust, and nobody being able to understand a word Lord Rowan says, I signed myself up. But, the extra time with ye is certainly a boon as well."

Nodding, she says, "Aye, I heard that as well. No harm should come to him. I'll employ Pocket as his Nurse if he so much as gets a splinter!" She takes a moment and eyes him, "Ye best not let anything happen to ye either. Less I make Cullan your Nurse..."

Nodding, "Aye. Respects must be paid. I was going to speak with Lord Plotnik and let him know of my arrival, but he seems otherwise occupied." She loops her arm though his and takes up some slack in her skirts so they won't drag across the ground.

As they walk, she gives his arm a slight squeeze, "When it be your turn in the lists, I've something for ye..."
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Ghostwriter

Princess Ghostwriter nearly burst out with laughter as she saw Pocket arriving on the strangest little pony, watching him as Pocket greeted the King, moving to Lady Penelope. He was a sight for sore eyes.

Ghostwriter's attention was pulled back by a voice speaking to her and she smiled to see Hamish.

Hamish, a pleasure to see you again, Ghostwriter greeted smiling. I'm well, and the children are both well. I'll let you know if I need you Hamish, but otherwise do as you planned.

Ghostwriter smiled to see Hamish hug Destini, wondering where they knew each other. It was as he pulled the Lady Penelope forward, declaring she was the lady he jousted for, Ghostwriter looked at them both and smiled, surprised but pleased for them.

The Princess Heir's attention was drawn by a young man in armour bowing to her, and smiling she saw it was Darkogreer.

Darko, so nice to see you... How are you doing? My husband is 'behaving', well mostly, Ghostwriter laughed, turning at her husband's voice and watched him do his best village idiot impersonation, shaking her head at him.

Humble meatshield? Yes. Strong? Yes. Dumber than... well erm No, never dumb my dear. Smiling she kissed Seamus' cheek before ruffling his hair mischievously. And always trouble. What would I do without you otherwise dear.

Ora is coming on well since we moved, thank you Darko, Ghostwriter said, turning back to him smiling. Oh she still causes amusement, but she is a good girl. And bright.
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Penelope_rose

Penelope waved to Lord Plotnik as he made his excuses. Following Hamish, she listened with pride as he indicated he would be available for anything she might need. Reaching out her hand, Penelope gently squeezed Princess Ghostie's arm in welcome. “It is a pleasure to see you, Princess,” Penelope murmured, a warm smile directed at the raven haired beauty.

“Pocket!” Penelope laughed, glad to see the king's jester. ”Care to joust, my favorite fool?” Penelope teased the diminutive little man. Seeing a pigeon feather on the ground Penelope snatched it up and laughing, theatrically jabbed Pocket with the end of the feather. Finding exposed skin, she twirled the feather, hoping to reduce the jester to fits of giggles. “I'm just warming up, my dear Pocket. Care to call uncle?” Penelope teased as she moved the feather across his neck.

”Lady Destini,” Penelope's eyes lit up as Hamish guided her along to see the lady. ”Shall we go in search of a drink to toast to old friendships, renewed relationships, and to the health of those who joust today?”

Penelope kept her gaze out for Pocket. She was sure the King's fool wouldn't let her 'fun' go unrewarded.
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Hamish

This collection of my friends, old and new, is delighful. I stroll up to Pocket and bow low to the gentleman. " Good fool! I would be honoured if you joust agin me, I will swap mounts if you prefer? My white charger is proud and cantankerous, don't go near his head as he will bite you if he can! I think I may be able to run with your pony, my feet on the ground even as I ride!"

I smile to Pocket, the chance to provide some further merryment to the proceedings an opportunity not to be missed!

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Darkogreer

I am glad to here you are doing so well Iv been well know mostly at sea fighting pirates and other such scum know I must admit im glad to have retired from the Navy it took me away from friends and of course family

Smiling at the thought of little Ora causing her amusement Im glad to here Ora is doing so well if im to ever have a daughter I hope shes is very much like yours but perhaps with a less sharp tongue or i will indeed be in trouble

A thought occurring to him Do you Plan on Jousting today or are you here to just watch?

Also if you like you are more than welcome to make use of my tent its just over there Turning around and pointing to his tent just a short while away I can send James here to get whatever you may need
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Plotnik

Plotnik made his way to the registration tent fast as he could, following the young lad from the village who looked hilarious in the new Castle Livery. Quite out of place, but he was the fastest runner, and he jumped at the coin, and the experience, of serving for this festival.

He sees yet another carriage pull through the square and head for the gatehouse to the estates... easy to see as the estates were on the only hill around, and from the grounds, you could look through the gate down the entire length of the village square ... and saw familiarity in the waving pennants. With a big smile, he called after the lad that the guest who summoned him would have to wait, as work was at hand. He headed toward the team of step-carriers and horse handlers who were acting valets for the month. Seeing Cordelia step down, a big grin spread on his face and he hurried to greet her, when a very pregnant Lady Wigton appeared in front of him with parchments. Caitilin said, "My Lord, here is the list of those who have registered so far.

He caught Cordelia eye (at least he thinks he did), bows grandly in her direction, then he replied to Caitilin, "Excellent! Indicate that Team Devon is Lords Pembroke, Bickleigh, Tavistock, and Blades. Team Sussex will be Lord Nottingham, Mister Church, Sir Eaves, and myself. That should cause additional craziness.

"We need to pair off the first Lances. For those who you have not assessed (ooc: received their stats), just guess based on their age who a fair competitor will be. There are eleven riders, so we'll have to have one additional rider, or have one rider ride twice. Guess that is my duties as host, if none other can be found. Meet me at noon on the roof, and we'll finalize the first day's Schedule.

"The demonstration should take place on the Eve of Saint Noël's Feast. Don't you think that would be best? Some anticipation to draw the crowd, plenty of time for good-natured banter and lots of bets. Who wouldn't bet on such action? Oh, we should ask Lord Sussex if he wants to appoint a bookie, for some side income to the Palatinate. Might do, might do.
"Tomorrow, I will hold the first tilt, early in the morning, then the rest of the day shall be the other pairings. We should ..." he stopped. "Ah yes, I must have told you? The King of Arms has graciously arrived to be our Herald. When we have the list together, she needs it, so she can cry it throughout the grounds.
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Destini

Hamish wrote:

I look at Destini and take the lass in my arms for a big hug, swinging her round in delight.(forgive the godmod Destini-H) I break the hug and stand back. " Please allow me to introduce the lady for who's honour I joust." I reach an arm out and pull Lady Penelope_Rose. Turning to Lady Penelope I reach out an arm and guide her to my side. " I expect you already know each other."

Destini found herself laughing as Hamish swung her around in a hug. " 'Tis almost as if we ne'er left Oddman's an' Airiana's weddin' reception!" she said with a smile when Hamish had released her, remembering the last time they'd seen one another.

She turned her smile on Penelope. "Aye, we do indeed already know one another."

Penelope_Rose wrote:

”Lady Destini,” Penelope's eyes lit up as Hamish guided her along to see the lady.”Shall we go in search of a drink to toast to old friendships renewed relationships, and to the health of those who joust today?”

"Aye, 'twould be well indeed to raise a glass in toast with ye. That is, o' course, if we have time before the tourney begins. I am anxious about His Majesty ridin' in this tourney an' doubt I can completely relax until I have seen that He has ridden the demonstration match safely. Would that I could dissuade Him, but alas, I cannae." Destini glanced to King Faheud with the shadow of a worry over her features.
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Blades2005

The journey was finally coming to it end, taking just a little longer than expected. This was going to be Blades' first joust and he wasn't exactly sure what all this would entail. He knew the sport of jousting, having practiced and participated in many different events throughout England, but none had ever been sanctioned or as organized as this one. The excitement built up deep within his soul, and he feared that he would explode and act as a little kid in a candy store. He took a deep breath and guided his trusty steed Thunder up to the castle. He tried to appear to be waiting in line patiently, but was unsure exactly how successful he was. As the line moved Blades eyes caught something familiar, the banner he was searching for. There was his cousin Lady Jennet and her husband, the other members of his jousting team. He had always been proud of his cousin, and he felt it was a great honor to be on the same team as her for this competition. Blades slowly nudged Thunder forward up to the clerk.

Name?

Thomas "Blades" De Peverel, Lord of my butcher shop, as long as my wife is not within earshot.

Blades watched as the clerk laughed at his response then looked up as if expecting something else. Suddenly it dawned on Blades…. The coat of arms. Blades turned and produced a scroll with his families crest. He handed it to the clerk and then went trying to find his other teammates.
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Kenrich

Ken nodded as they walked over to the were the king was, he chuckled alittle bit at the thought of cullan being his nurse should something happen to him.

Smiling" I much have someone else be there for me should harm come to me" he said with a grin looking at her. He looked at her when she said she had something for him when his turn were to come. "Oh" he said to her as the approached the tent of the king, Ken speaking with a guard to let him know who he was, though being with the Royal Guard, Ken was known to most guards. He waited too see if he would be allowed to approach.
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Lord High Constable, Royal Guard, Knights of the Realm, CoH Herald

--Pocket

Pocket looked at Duchess Penelope with a wry grin.

"And here I thought I was your favorite fool!

Zounds!

The horrors!

Where is the git? I shall joust him at once!!!"

Pocket managed to look credibly fierce despite the motley, despite being small, and despite the fact that he was sitting astride a bored-looking Shetland pony that was chewing on the remains of what appeared to be Kenrich's shoe.

Penelope_rose wrote:

“Pocket!” Penelope laughed, glad to see the king's jester. ”Care to joust, my favorite fool?” Penelope teased the diminutive little man. Seeing a pigeon feather on the ground Penelope snatched it up and laughing, theatrically jabbed Pocket with the end of the feather. Finding exposed skin, she twirled the feather, hoping to reduce the jester to fits of giggles. “I'm just warming up, my dear Pocket. Care to call uncle?” Penelope teased as she moved the feather across his neck.

Caitilin

Caitilin had been in the de Lusignon tent most of the day working on the pairing of jousters. Finally the list was complete. Her scribe made copies and sent them to all of the brave participants. the Herald, HHM Queen Cordelia, and for the host of the event, Lord Plotnik. One of the parchments was posted one a least placard out side the registration tent.

Hear ye, Hear ye! First Joust

Lady Jennet, Princess of England vs Lord Barnaby Braeden de Holland, Earl of Pembroke, Lord Warden of Sherwood Forest

Sir Baldar de Lusignon, Baron of St Ives, Grand Marshall of the Knights of England, King's Champion vs Lord Kenrich Stewart Tudor, Earl of Nottingham

Sir Obidiah Eaves, Hedge Knight vs Lord Plotnik von Liechenstein, Earl of Chilham, the Mallet of Dover

Lord H.Bear, Baron of Bickleigh vs Sir Blades

Lord Darkogreer de Stryke, Baron of Tavistock vs The honorable Thomas Church

Squire Hamish O'Ranald, Squire of the Knights of the Realms vs Lord Plotnik von Liechenstein, Earl of Chilham, the Mallet of Dover

Back in her tent, Caitilin rested. Her time was near and that was the only thing keeping her from riding in the tournament.
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Forever is not long enough to love you. ~CoH

--Leris

Ser Leris sat quietly, the flames of the campfire making his face a stomping ground for leaping and dancing shadows. Across from him, Ser Obidiah Eaves dug into the haunch of what may have been a dog once. Some poor farmer might wake up tommorow to find their close companion missing, but it was no matter. Animals went missing all the time.
To his left, Theoden sat and rambled as always, "..managed to get to him," He was saying, "But he apparently had other things to do, headed the opposite direction, said he'd attend later." Obidiah said nothing, only continued to eat the haunch to the bone, before he tossed the remainders into the fire and wiped his fingers on the grass. "I'll have him tommorow." He rasped, "He'll have nothing to attend to then but me."
Ser Leris could remember when Obidiah's voice rumbled low and strong. A Frenchman's blade had taken that from him, tried to kill him as he slept. The hedge knight awoke in time to grab and kill his would be assassin before the blade could slip any deeper. He kept his life, but lost his voice. Over the course of the war, they sought to take other things from him too, but the Boar was a strong and determined man, some would say even a little mad. Never to his face. At least what was left of it. Burning pitch had taken that.
"Lot of royalty," Theoden continued, leaning towards the fire, his shirt hanging loose around his neck, "Barons this, earls that, word is the King's even in there. A princess too." The blond haired knight chuckled, "Wouldn't mind bedding a princess, can't say I've tasted one of those." He laughed alone, Obidiah was lost in his own thoughts and Ser Leris was ever quiet. "Royalty ain't ever stopped a lance," Obidiah rasped at last when Theoden went quiet, "It won't stop mine." He pushed himself to his feet and went inside his tent, leaving the two alone. Theoden looked to Leris, "You know," He started, but was only interrupted:

"Theoden, shut up." Leris muttered and the night fell quiet again.

Thomas_church

He was reading his book as the sun began to set. His tent was a little isolated from his team he was riding for, but he liked the sound as the wind made the trees dance in the woods behind him. He inhaled a deep breath and smiled as he thought of the festivals tomorrow. The air was getting crisper as night began to fall when a messanger approached him. It was a yong boy with blond hair as he handed Thomas the message. He smiled at the boy reading the message on the paper. He thought about finding his oppenent and getting to know the man a bit, but he then he thought that he could talk to him tomorrow. He gave the boy two gold coins and thanked him for the message. He also gave the boy a message to his oppenent, that way he would not interrupt him by showing up himself.

Lord Darkogreer,
I apologize if this message disrupts anything you are doing that the moment it reaches you. I would just like to wish you good luck tomorrow and that you have a good night tonight.

Regards
Thomas Church

As the boy ran off he patted BrownBee and went to start his campfire. Wondering if fortune would favor him tomorrow in the joust.
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Cordelia

She shakes her head as he waits to be allowed to approach the King... Earls... Increasing the pressure on his arm, she guides him past the guards to the King. Nobody stopped a Dowager Queen when she wanted to be somewhere.

"Majesty," she greets Faheud with a slight curtsy. "I hear ye are jousting today. Best not get even a splinter, else I know the most remarkable nurse... you might know him... dresses in motley and favors body suits over pants." At mention of this motley fool, she faintly hears his dulcet tones... this joust just got interesting....

Plotnik catches her eye with his bow, she nods in his direction, she would go speak to him shortly unless he reached her first.

A messenger arrives and hands out the list of jousters, Cordelia takes her list and reads over it. Nodding to herself, she excuses herself from the group for a second to snag a likely looking boy...

"Lad, have ye any duties today?"

If the boys eyes got any larger, they would pop out of his head. Bowing quickly he stammers out, "N-No, Your Majesty...."

"Now ye do. Go to the registration tent and gather the arms that have been submitted. Then, ye see those beams there? Hang them up according to the first list that is posted. Ye shall be moving these shields around for me for the duration of the joust." She slips him a coin and watches as he bows and almost falls over in his haste. Nodding, she returns to Kenrich and the King.

A short while later...

The boy had hung the shields as directed by the Dowager Queen. Now the pairs for the first round can be seen throughout the grounds clearly...

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