[Day 2] Tourney Enrollment and Parade [Event]

The two Great Bastards and very great rivals, Sers Aegor and Brynden Rivers, almost universally referred to as Bittersteel and Bloodraven, the birth of the latter and his sisters is a continuation of the ancient feud between Raventree and Stone Hedge all the way into King Aegon IV's bedchamber, and now it extends into the range of King Daeron, with Bloodraven, his sisters and the Blackwoods firmly siding with the king, whereas Bittersteel and the Brackens are openly in favor of Ser Daemon Blackfyre. It was to Bloodraven that King Aegon bestowed "Dark Sister" the sword of Queen Visenya, oldest sister-wife of the Conqueror, also wielded by the notorious Prince Daemon, consort to Princess Rhaenyra and father of Kings Aegon III and Viserys II and more recently the fabled Prince Aemon Targaryen, The Dragonknight. It is well known that Bittersteel is envious of this final favor being bestowed to his rival. The pair are announced in quick succession, the hatred visible in Bittersteels eyes as Bloodraven are granted the honor of going first, probably by lot, but this is man who will feel slighted by the idea that random chance is given the opportunity to deny him that which is rightfully his. He regains some of his mood by having a more even and solid performance in front of the crowds than his hated half-brother.

Bittersteel:
Status: 8d6k5+2 20 2 DoS
Ride: 5d6k3 11 1 DoS
Lance: 7d6k5 23 3 DoS
Balance: 3d6 9 1 DoS
+2 glory (but not counting)

Bloodraven:
Status: 7d6k5 24 3 DoS
Ride: 5d6k3 14 2 DoS
Lance: 7d6k5 24 3 DoS
Balance: 3d6 6 Fail
+1 glory (also not counting)

Roland had owned his reliable steed, Verity, for three years, and while the chestnut coloured rounsey was shorter than some of the mighty warhorses at the parade the pair knew each other well.

His tabard bore the arms of both House Starling and the green and yellow diamonds of House Cordwayner, affording equal honour to his home house and to those he had sworn his sword to.

Perhaps it was the certainty with which he sat his steed that jogged memories, or the presence of a greater number of knights and sworn swords. Where there had been cold indifference yesterday, there was now an expectant murmur, growing in volume as the promising young knight took his place for the parade. Roland swallowed and nodded to his fellow House Starling knights, as much for reassurance as to reassure the others.

For the Companions.

It was as if the Warrior himself was with Roland that day, and he and Verity were as one.

Roland sought to entertain the small folk and ladies by making Verity step nimbly back and forth, then decided to show his fellow men his mastery of the lance. Lining up three quintains normally ridden at by three separate knights, the Reachman instead charged all three at an angle, starting high and working lower on their shields. Flashy and impractical for the battlefield, but met with cheers from the smallfolk.

Elated by the cheering and giddy with the thrill of his performance so far, Roland recklessly stood in his stirrups and bowed to the crowd without slowing Verity. He retained enough sense to wait a few second to avoid seeming nervous before retaking his saddle in a more conventional fashion, relieved to have accomplished a maneuver that failed as often as it succeeded at practice.

Let the gossips and schemers keep the court for themselves. Here in the sight of the Seven, a man can prove his worth with honour rather than honeyed words.

Parade Status(Tournaments)+Chivalry+TK: 5d6k3+5 21 - 2 DoS
Parade AH (Ride)+TK: 6d6k4+2 17 - 2 DoS
Parade Fightings (Lance)+TK: 7d6k5+2 28 - 4 DoS
Parade Agility: 3d6+2 15 - 2 DoS
+2 glory

Ser Donnel walks in his armor as if it was nothing more than leathers. First he approaches Ser Lewyn to get his name signed in, before he mounts his destrier and sets out to do a lap. At the start his ride is dour and concervative, but as he gains confidence from the crowd cheering his lancework grows more and more intricate.

As Ser Lewyn indicates for him to leave, a maniacal gleam shines in Ser Donnels eyes: He takes the reigns in his mouth, and with both hands free he can extract his feet from the spurs as he slowly rises to stand in the saddle, in a move that belies both his age and ability. As he slumps back in the saddle he reflects: This is what joy feels like.



Test 1 tourney involvement Status reputation: 5d6k3+6 18 2 DOS
wrote involvment... meant enrollment, sorry!

Test 2 tourney enrollment Ah+ride: 6d6k4+2 20
3DOS

Test 3 tourney enrollment fighting+lances: 8d6k5+2 23
3DOS

Test 4 tourney enrollment agility no balance: 3d6+2 16
2DOS

Step 1: 2DOS may parttake in the tournament
Step 2:  8 DOS Thanks to a very lucky agility roll, ser Donnel gains 2 glory.

Ser Malcolm has few issues with getting admitted to the joust as such. Clad in Caswell colours, white and gold, he climbs into the saddle of his trusted mount and begins his lap, perhaps a bit too careful not to let coat and caparison catch too much dirt. Although he tries to embellish the standard maneuvers a little, not all things go as lightly off the hand as planned. Still, when he makes space for the next knight, he feels he hasn't sold himself too cheaply.


Getting admitted to the tourney: 3d6+2 13 - 1 DoS

Ride in parade - Animal handling (Ride) TN 9: 6d6k4 15 - 2 DoS
Fighting (Lances) TN 12: 6d6k4 20 - 2 DoS
Ride in parade - Agility (Balance) TN 9: 4d6 15 - 2 DoS

Step 1: 1 DoS, partakes in tournament
Step 2: 6 DoS -> +2 Glory

A great number of knights rides in the parade, but several of the best ones comes first, the Great Bastard Ser Aemon, over his breastplate he has draped a tabard of the red fox of House Florent on Targaryen Black, his blonde hair flowing freely in the wind, his performance is one of skillful elegance with minor flourishes, nothing too spectacular.

When Ser Roland Redwyne enters the field, many are craning their necks for a good look of the most renowned and certainly the most gallant of all the knights in the Reach, having added a red boar tusk to the Redwyne grapes as his personal sigil, he leaves no doubt about how formidable opponent he is in the joust by not only hitting the quantain, but with such force that a pair of Tyrell pages must bring the sledge to knock it down into the ground once again.

A bit of  a buzz rises as old Lord Bryce Bridges takes to the field, he has shed the black tabard he has worn lately, and have found his old attire in the colors of House Bridges, and demonstrates that he can still sit the saddle as well as any man three times his junior.

Quiet anticipation winds it's way over the stands where the ladies observe the parade as Lord Marq Durwell rides forth, and drives his horse to maddening speed through the course, yet easily pass through the hurdles, not even slowing down to better his aim coming up on the quantain. His final elaborate flourish shows that he is a man of flesh and blood like the rest, well mostly, his squire holds a bouquet of red roses near the ground, Lord Marq is not quite as elegant as he no doubt had intended as he pick them up,  but who else would even think of trying such a feat? Let alone not falling off his horse in attempt. A great many ladies looks longingly at those flowers with hope and dreams in their eyes.

The Red Lion of Castamere lives up to his fame, though he seems to believe more in solid performance than one-upping his rivals.

Ser Sebaston Rowan, second son of Lord Thaddeus and by some mentioned as an outsider to win the competition, performs admirably, better than most, but his performance is not one to bring the crowd into believing that he might have a great moment of glory beyond the expectations 

Sebaston Rowan
Status: 6d6k4+4 24 3 DoS
Ride: 6d6k4+2 22 3 DoS
Lance: 7d6k5+2 26 3 DoS
Balance: 3d6+2 11 1 DoS
+5 on S&R

Marq Durwell
Status: 8d6k5+6 30 4 DoS
Ride: 6d6k4+3 24 4 DoS
Lance: 8d6k5+3 23 3 DoS
Balance: 4d6+3 13 1 DoS
+6 on S&R

Robb Reyne
Status+famous: 7d6k5+5 28 4 DoS
ride: 6d6k4 20 3 DoS
Lance: 9d6k6 21 2 DoS
Balance: 4d6 20 3 DoS
+6 on S&R

Roland Redwyne
Status: 6d6k4+9 18 2 DoS
Ride: 7d6k4+3 17 2 DoS
Lance: 8d6k5+3 27 4 DoS
Balance: 4d6+2 17 2 DoS
+4 on S&R

Aemon Flowers
Status: 8d6k5+5 26 3 DoS
Ride: 6d6k4 15 2 DoS
Lance: 8d6k5 26 3 DoS
Balance: 4d6 15 2 DoS
+5 on S&R

Bryce Bridges
Status: 8d6k5+2 21 2 DoS
Ride: 6d6k4 24 4 DoS
Lance: 6d6k4 19 2 DoS
Balance: 3d6 16 2 DoS
+4 on S&R

Enrollment, Status/Reputation + Chivalry TN 12: 3d6k3+2 11, FAIL
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Ser Balon went to enroll himself in the tournament instead of having an underling do it. Partly because he was without a squire, and partly because he enjoyed going down there to observe and take stock of the other knights enlisting. He wore the same attire he'd worn to the knighting ceremony and royal procession but added a tabard with the sigil of House Blackbriar. The vainglorious side of him hoped someone would recognize him (in a good way) from the brief confrontation with Ser Walton Wyl earlier in the day.

Balon walked up to an attendant sitting behind a table, "Ser Balon Blackbriar of Gyldenhaal." The assistant to Ser Lewyn looked up and Balon could tell there was recognition in the man's eyes. Balon could feel his swelling pride. The attendant turned and motioned to a page who nodded and ran further down the line of tables. Balon began wondering what was going on as a man who he assumed was Ser Lewyn Rowan came walking up.

"This is Ser Balon Blackbrair." the attendant said. Ser Leywn looked Balon up and down before sniffing derisively, "Sign here," then mockingly added, "if you can not write make your mark." Lewyn looked at him with hard eyes, "You will not have to qualify but you will not take part in the parade." His words hit Balon like a warhammer.

"What!? This is outrageous. I demand to know why." Balon could feel his hackles rise as anger surged through him.

Ser Lewyn answered flatly, "Knights who level baseless accusations against other knights, regardless of that knight's heritage, will not take part in this parade. Be satisfied you can participate at all." Balon was incensed. He wanted to scream wordless rage, to go over the table and teach this supposed knight some manners. This was an insult! Wait a minute. This man is a Rowan. What is his relation to Thaddeus Rowan? No wonder they dishonor me by denying my right to be in the parade. Lord Rowan helped bring Dorne to the kingdoms under the most absurd of terms. This is a conspiracy! At no point did Balon ever consider that it was in fact his words that had cost him a spot in the parade. 

Through gritted teeth Balon snatched the quill from the inkpot. "Fine." It was all Balon could say without coming unhinged. Fuck the parade. Nothing bunch a bunch of sots and dandies on horses. Balon turned and stormed off.