/ [ORP] Joust near Canterbury, England.

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

"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.”

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

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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Ãðàô ×èëõýì Ìàëëåò Äóâðà, êàíöëåð ïôàëüöãðàôñòâî Ñàññåêñà

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.



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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Forever is not long enough to love you. ~CoH

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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"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.

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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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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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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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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"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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Thomas "Blades" De Peverel

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.

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.

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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