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Post by Father on Jul 14, 2018 7:07:05 GMT 1
If only Ser Willem Wylde would have better groomed his hair and beard, he would look splendid in the white cloak, but his performance in the parade is very much a demonstration of the skill expected by a man of the kingsguard. Lord Eldon Merryweather does not at all seem comfortable, his charger is big and strong, as it must be to carry him without breaking. He sweats heavily and would find the wait tedious if not for his chance to gaze upon all the young ladies and feast his eyes upon the exposed flesh. Lord Armond Caswell has shed his black tabard of mourning, now wearing one displaying the colors of his house again. Most unexpectedly of him, he opts to undertake the course, not at all with success. Ser Normyn Flowers, proudly displaying the Cordwayner sigil in Targaryen colors, delivers a performance that would have been remembered at any lesser tourney, coming just short of the truly great. Ser Otho Bracken sits well on his horse, but his aggressive style and seeming desire to demolish the quintain makes most people believe that he could have done much better.
Willem Wylde Status: 8d6k5+2 24 3 DoS Ride: 6d6k4 15Lance: 7d6k5+1 23Balance: 4d6 14+5 on S&R Eldon Merryweather Takes routine success (1 DoS) on the enrollment, skips the parade rolls. Armond Caswell Status: 7d6k5+2 23Ride: 5d6k3 15Lance: 6d6k4 10Balance: 3d6 8+1 on S&R Normyn Flowers Status: 6d6k4+2 22 3 DoS Ride: 6d6k4 22Lance: 8d6k5+1 17Balance: 4d6 20+5 on S&R Otho Bracken Status: 6d6k4+2 18 2 DoS Ride: 5d6k3 15Lance: 8d6k5 18Balance: 3d6 9+4 on S&R
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Post by Father on Jul 14, 2018 7:44:29 GMT 1
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Post by Father on Jul 16, 2018 4:50:10 GMT 1
"The Knight of Hammers" makes for an imposing sight, black full plate, spiked helm and upon his shield is a freshly painted spiked warhammer above a broken anvil, he rides a large black Destrier, ill-tempered and foul-looking. Under doubt, the tourney master allows him to partake in the parade, provided he can pass the qualifying rounds. Ser Lewyn quickly decides to put him onto the tourney roll proper when the first thing he does is to knock Ser Alyn Flowers, a hedge knight, so violently off his horse that the man must be carried unconscious from the field. In the Parade his performance is decent, though not breath-takingly so. Status: 4d6 16Qualifiers 3xride, 3xlance: 3#4d6k3 12 10 7 3#7d6k5 23 15 22Parade: 4d6k3 12 7d6k5 19 3d6 12 4 DoS +1 glory, +2 to S&R
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Post by Alliser on Jul 20, 2018 4:02:37 GMT 1
"Squire! Damn that boy, I should give him a real dressing down for this. Albieon!" Lord Alliser was in his tent, having removed the formal clothing from the Sept Alliser was now standing in front of his armor stand, the slight sheen of himself being reflected in the armor made him look larger then he was. Alliser looks down at the small bulge that has formed around his midsection My Gods I need to get back out into the field more often. The other day Albieon almost bested me, and not because he has gotten any better. Lord Alliser takes his calloused hand and rubs his right shoulder. Maybe I should speak to the Maester about this damn shoulder. It has never been right since that hedge knight knocked me down at Madienpool. Lord Alliser lets out a heavy sigh, then walks out of his green and white striped pavilion. "Squire!" Lord Allisers voice took on a harsher tone, it is not good to be seen by the men like this. They already think me a fool. I have not gotten through the first round of a joust in a few years. Maybe I should pay for a more advantageous pairing. Perhaps if I go three rounds with someone they will know I can still fight. Finally Albieon appears, a fourth son to a house so small it was nearly forgotten, it was a wonder Albieon was of any use at all. "Come here boy!" Lord Allisers patience was worn thin, but even so he managed to maintain his temper, his years of courtly training coming in to save his composure. Albieon makes his way up slowly to Lord Alliser, and Lord Alliser cuffs him upside his head, I really hate getting physical with the boy, but it seems he is unable to tend even my simple needs. "I need to be armored boy. I can not very well go showing up to the list fields in my undergarments! Seven knows there would be a song about it that afternoon." Lord Alliser changes his voice in a high pitched mockery, "oh there goes Lord 'ally lost his way to the shit house and ended up on the field. Gods Boy lets go get me in armor."
Lord Alliser turned and strode back into his Armor pavilion. This time I promise you, my love, I will win this first joust.
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Post by Alliser on Jul 20, 2018 6:40:48 GMT 1
Lord Alliser straightens up right, on his dappled grey Destrier. Sitting Lord Alliser joins the procession, as planned. Alliser holds the lance into the sky, small pinion attached to the tip that flapped in the breeze. Sunlight glinted off all the plate that surrounded him. Lord Alliser had his visor strapped open . Somehow Alliser had convinced Ser Lewyn to be placed high in the parade, and there he rode, easily with the other pride of westeros. The Gods have smiled on me today. Alliser felt a little chill of excitement run down his spine.
As he rode he moved his reigns back slightly, and touched the toes of his black boots to the front of daisy. On command Daisy began to march, kicking her powerful legs out in front of her, the white of the tuffs surrounding her feet swishing like maiden's hair with the vigorous movement. He received a few scattered applause, and he looked over and saw his wife, beaming.
Their marriage had been arranged, and as a dutiful son and daughter they accepted the wisdom of their elders. There had been some tumultuous times, the birth of their second daughter had been particularly harrowing for the two. Thank the gods for my maester. Lord Alliser had never won a tournament for her. It was actually the tournament at Maidenpool where he had placed so well what the furthest he had ever made it. My talents lie not with sticking men at the end of a lance, but at making compromises and deals. But I should not give myself over to old drudgery yet. With that Lord Alliser raises himself in the stirrups, balancing. Lord Alliser raises his lance into the sky, extending it above his head...
Just then Lord Allisers shoulder gives out.
Still griping the lance Alliser attempts to catch himself, to control the point of the blunted lance. In his attempt Alliser over extends himself, loosing his footing in the saddle. A cacophonous crash sounds and their is winnying and braying of horses. A Lord that was riding next to Alliser swears as the lance bounces off him and goes clattering to the ground, causing some of the less well trained horses to spook at the sudden change.
Daisy steps over Lord Alliser, using her bulk to prevent any movement towards her downed lord.
A hoof kicks the lance, causing Lord Allisers gauntleted hand to wretch in an unnatural direction, causing shooting bolts of pain to radiate down Lord Allisers left arm.
"Ow!" Lord Alliser yells, a heap on the ground.
Eventually the chaos clears. Lord Alliser is helped to his feet by chivalrous knights that leapt down from their horses to help the fallen Lord. There was concerned mummers from the crowd at seeing one of the mighty knights fallen before he could even reach the tournament ground. Lord Alliser felt red spread to his cheeks, his face on full display due to his helmets visor being strapped up still. I could not have had the visor smash in and prevent me from being able to show my face of course.
A small chuckle raises from the crowd. Fingers and hands point to the downed Lord and the small chuckle turns from into a stream of laughs, into a roar as more and more people realized that it was Lord Alliser who had made a fool of himself.
Lord Alliser leans the lance upon Daisy, then clamors back up onto her back. Using his gauntleted left hand behind his shield he uses both hand to pull the lance up, hand over hand. A young knight offers to help the Lord but Alliser shoos him away gently, having already suffered enough embarrassment and not wishing to add further insult to it by admitting he was unable to handle the heavy spear. Alliser rests the lance on his shoulder and rejoins the now moving column. Well this did not go how I planned.
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Post by Father on Jul 22, 2018 9:13:53 GMT 1
Aerion: +2 glory
Roland: +2 glory
Aladale: +1 glory
Donnel: +2 glory
Addam: +2 glory
Malcolm: +2 glory
Mikel: +2 glory
Daeron: +1 glory
Knight of Hammers: +1 glory
Cleyton: +2 glory
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Jul 22, 2018 11:37:41 GMT 1
This wasn't Titus' first tournament. Having traveled all over the realm with Father and Balon when he was younger he felt as much home in this colourful chaos as he did looking over the monochromic, golden wheat-fields back home. He cant remember a time before holding a practice sword, before making a stick into a lance or before being sat on a horses back. From the moment he was old enough to participate in the squire's jousts he did, with father's stern gaze assessing all he did. If we was slacking in the saddle, Father would have words. If he was riding to high, Father would have words. Training, riding, learning. "Deeds, not Words" are the words of our House, but Fathers' own words are "Dicipline, Duty, Drilling, Deeds, more Dicipline and Drilling, not Words" he mused to himself. This wasn't Titus' first tournament. Far from it. He'd taken First Place in the squires joust in the last three regional tournaments Fathered had entered. Coldmoat, Oldtown and Horn Hill. Horn Hill it was there, after riding down Lord Oakenheart's own squire in the final tilt that Father had knighted him. No, this wasn't Titus' first tournament. But it was his first as a Knight. And this was something completely different. He made his way to the front desk where Ser Lewyn sat. Sending his squire hadn't even occurred to him. Ser Lewyn sat on a simple wooden chair but for Titus he might as well have sat on top of the Iron Throne itself. "Ser Titus of House Blackbriar" he said with a beaming smile. "You always smile when you're nervous", he could hear his Mother's remark as if she was standing next to Ser Lewyn. Ser Lewyn merely nodded, wrote his name down and called the next. Mounting Wheatsheaf, Titus took to the parade. Animal Handling 4D Ride 2B + 2 Tourney Knight: 6d6k4+2 23 - Success 3 DoS Fighting 4D Lance 2B + 2 Tourney Knight: 6d6k4+2 20 - Success 2 DoS Agility 3D + Tourney Knight 2: 3d6+2 13 - Success 1 DoS It was all over in a flash. Colours, flags, the roaring crowd the smell of mud, iron and horse, the sound of his heart beating like a drum it all seem to have past in a blink of an eye as he rode off the field and dismounted. Titus seems to recall catching his mother’s eye in the box as he rode past and he think he saw her smile. Or she got something in her eye. He wasn’t sure, it was hard to tell with the woman. He looked around to see if his Father and Balon was there, how’s they had faired and if they’d seen him. This wasn’t Titus’ first tournament but Seven be praised it felt just like it. Mechanical Effect: 1 DoS in Enrolment and +2 Glory
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Post by Father on Jul 22, 2018 14:38:23 GMT 1
Humfrey Harding: Parade: 6d6k4+5 22 6d6k4+2 19 6d6k4+2 14 3d6+2 14
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Post by Parmen Redwyne on Aug 12, 2018 19:23:35 GMT 1
Ser Parmen moved his way to the front of the line and made eye contact with the harassed looking Ser Lewyn. “Ser Parmen Redwyn of Highever”. At the last major tourney he had competed in he had not had that title to his name and the thought brought a smile to his face. Whether from the smile or the name Ser Lewyn showed him where to sign and waved him through with barely a pause. Status 4 Reputation (2B) + 2 Chivalry {TN12} 6d6k4+2: 22 {3 DOS} Entry into parade Status 4 (2B Rep) + 2 Chivalry: 6d6k4+2 22Ser Parmen takes his place among the assembled knights to begin his ride with the parade. Enjoying the pageantry and attractive women who have come out to watch he has remind himself to focus on the business at hand. When it is his turn he extends his lance to his hosts and then begins his rounds. He rides smoothly if not spectacularly and makes clean hits on all of the quintans. Nothing showy but a clear display of competence. He waves to the crowd and blows a kiss to his wife before heading back to let others have a turn. Seeing the look of puzzlement on his squires face as he returns he takes off his helmet and leans down to Edwin. “This is no squires tourney, lad. The knights here are not going to be intimidated by fancy horsemanship. Better to save something for the real fights”The worried look leaves Edwin’s face and he nods wisely. He’s a good squire, thought Ser Parmen. He will turn into a good knight someday if I do my job correctly.
Test 1: Animal Handling 3 Ride (2B) vs TN9 5d6k3: 14 { 2 DOS}Test 1 for parade: AH 3 (2B ride): 5d6k3 14Test 2: Fighting 5 Lances (2B) + 1 Talented vs TN12 7d6k5+1: 14 { 1 DOS}Parade Test 2: Fighting 5 (2B Lances) + 1 Talented: 7d6k5+1 14
Talented Reroll: Parade Test 2: talented reroll: 1d6 44+3+3+2+4+1= 17 {2 DOS}Test 3: Agility 3 vs TN9 3d6: 10 {1DOS} Parade Test 3: Agility 3: 3d6 10
Total=5 DOS +1 Glory +1 Glory (not counted)
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Post by Father on Aug 13, 2018 0:48:30 GMT 1
Parmen: +2 glory
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