Episode 3: Moatland Tournament.   Posted by The Gods.Group: archive Z
Lord Olwyn Sorrel
 Head of House Sorrel, 19 posts
 Middle Aged
Mon 17 Sep 2012
at 13:29
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Olwyn still looks rebellious.
If his stupid son had never abased himself before Lord Tywin the whole situation would never have come up. Knights died all the time, on the field of true battle and in these showy contests of arms nobles and smallfolk alike found so entertaining. But Rodryck had literally forced Tywin’s hand, demanded a sentence for something that would have needed any sentencing at all.
That Tywin had even contemplated denying his son his victory was a plain show of force and power and had nothing to do with righteousness. He would keep that in mind when next dealing with Lord Tywin. Justice, Righteousness, Honour and Honesty did obviously not stand high on his new liege’s list of virtues.
If he had not intervened, the Seven Above would have known what would have happened. The stupid boy could well have lost his head for his foolishness.
Ser Rodryck Sorrel
 House Sorrel, 22 posts
 Adult
 aka Half-Hand
Mon 17 Sep 2012
at 13:36
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Rodryck bows his head to Lord Tywin.
He looks in concern at the man Tywin had addressed as Shergo. The man didn’t look like a fighter, so his concern was to kill yet another man.
”I will try my best so he does not share Ser Gareth’s fate.”, he says and accepts the spear.
He then turns around and waits until Shergo arrives dressed for battle.
House Kelthor of Red Mountain
 House, 40 posts
 Hard as Stone
Mon 17 Sep 2012
at 16:09
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Shergo listened to his lords verdict, and that is when it came that Lord Tywin made the choice that, for honor, Shergo should fight the heavily armored man.  Well, THIS wasn't quite what he had in mind, but he couldn't back down now.  Even if he lost.  Bowing to Lord Lannister, he went back to the stand to grab his shield.  His father was going to be mad.....  He took off his finer cloths, leaving them on the stand, revealing the hide armor he wore underneath.

Picking up his morningstar, he looked at it for a moment, then at the spear his opponent carried, and sighed some, before again turning to the field, and bowing to his Lord.  It was a deadly weapon, and he didn't want to run the risk of killing Ser Rodryck, but considering the fact, this was Ser Rodryck's field, and not his own, he figured he would lose.  He just hope he didn't end like Ser Garreth.  HIs face did not show the fear he felt, and was nodding to Ser Rodryk in respect, when out infront of him hopped a Shadowcat, growling at Ser Rodryk.  Shergo spoke quickly.

"Shitara, down.  This is no concern of yours."  The Shadowcat looked over at Shergo, when Berag came jogging up, two axes in hand.  He saw that his son was on the tourny field, armed, ready to fight clearly the man who won the Joust, since he held the prize.  His eyes turned to the two combatants, and walked over to his son.

"Shergo, what the hell is going on?" "I seem to have issued myself a duel with Ser Rodryk here.  He killed his opponent on the field, and asked for the Lords Judgement, Lady Vera suggested a fight to see if the Warrior blessed the victory, when Lord Orwell started going off on our leige lord.  I spoke against him in our Lords Defense.... our Lord Judged, and I was told for honor, to fight Ser Rodryk.  Those are all the major details."  Berag looked back over at Ser Rodryk, and then at Shergo, not very happy.

"Our lord did not need your help.  But at least you demonstrated your loyalty to him.  Do you want me to Champion for you?"  Shergo shook his head.  "No father.  It was I that spoke out, I must be the one to fight.  I can not hide under your considerably bulk forever.  Just make sure Shitara does not intervine.  I would much rather not have her killed because she attacks another knight."

Berag nodded, looked at his opponent, and then smiled.  "Well, least your not craven.  Just remember, you are in the Archery Competition tomorrow.  Don't get yourself injured over a petty dispute.  Knock him down son, you did the right thing.  Shitara, come."  He spoke before leaving the field, and going to the sidelines.  Shitara gave another look to Shergo, before following Berag, and sitting at his feat, watching as well it seemed.

Shergo then again, went towards Ser Rodryk, and bowed.  "Sorry, Ser, for that delay.  My pet doesn't like to see me in danger, and my father wished to Champion for me.  I did not mean to insult you, only speak out against how your father spoke to our lord.  When you are ready, Ser.  Good Luck." He then got into a fighting stance, and waited.

This message was last edited by the player at 16:12, Mon 17 Sept 2012.

The Gods
 GM, 159 posts
 both Old
 and New
Mon 17 Sep 2012
at 16:26
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
The jousting ground had now turned to dueling field: the fences separating the combatants from the cheering smallfolk; the high wooden wall seperating the Nobles' pavillion from the action; the wooden list removed from the dueling field that divided the green field in two. The field itself was still littered in broken bits of lance but cleared of large rocks and the like to decrease harm from falls.

Initiative from Ser Rodryck Sorrel & Shergo Kelthor

Lord Lannister stood from his seat once more and motioned for silence by his hand. "Lords and Ladies, I present Ser Rodryck -champion of the Moatlife Joust, and his challenger Shergo Kelthor. Today, in honor of the Fallen Ser Gareth Clifton and Warrior's sake, they fight for honor and honor alone. This fight shall be fought to the death or the yield. Stay within the confines of the field, fight bravely and valiantly!" He smiled as he made command for the battle. Cheers from the smallfolk crowd for the blood, some nobles cheering while the Moatlife Lords seemed far less impressed by the spectacle.
House Berahthram of Peodoard's Hall
 House, 24 posts
 Watch Listen Think Speak
Mon 17 Sep 2012
at 16:26
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Lord Berahthram stands from his seat and leaves as the two men prepare to battle.
Lord Jonah Loneshield
 Head of Loneshield, 30 posts
 Middle Aged
 Craven for the future
Mon 17 Sep 2012
at 16:27
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Lord Loneshield claps politely but is motionless otherwise.
Samwell Jast
 House Berahthram, 22 posts
 Adult
 aka "Little Shadow"
Mon 17 Sep 2012
at 20:38
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
In reply to The Gods (msg # 198):

Sam proceeded to examine the ground, more interested in those around the dealing ground than what was happening on it. He watched faces, hands, and more importantly-guards. Counting how many where were and why. Then he could proceed...

[Private to GM: (OOC-Ok, here is the plan. I hire anonymously via written letter and some gold a wagon full of ladies of the evening to distract passersby and the guards. I will time this purchase with my plan to sneak into the tent where the spear is being held. I assume that is not now-as the spear is most likely being used. If it is NOT being used, and in the tent, then I will proceed to use the women-as-distraction plan. Then I will have a second wagon I hired at the ready, a normal wine and cargo wagon to go by at a certain point. Once I sneak in and get the spear-via distraction due to women, the duel, or both-I will place the spear under the axel of the second, cargo wagon, without the driver noticing preferably. Then when the wagon drives on, I will be hidden under the wagon with the spear-and then take the spear and place it in the tent my lordship directs. Once again using the women I hired as distraction for the guards there as well. No one but me will be aware of what is really going on.)]
Ser Rodryck Sorrel
 House Sorrel, 26 posts
 Adult
 aka Half-Hand
Tue 18 Sep 2012
at 08:42
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Rodryck points a Shergo with the long spear.
”Ser, please yield. You stand no chance to approach me without being skewered on this blade. I really do not want to kill you.”
Shergo Kelthor
 Heir of Kelthor, 25 posts
 Adult
Tue 18 Sep 2012
at 08:54
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Shergo watched the man point his spear at him, and considered the options.  In truth, he had no quarrel with this man, but.... his liege lord told him to fight.  He stood where he was, watching the man, as he asked him to yield.  He laughed a bit.  Looking at the man, he asked.

"May we speak, as men?  May I approach you without getting stabbed?"  His tone was one of honesty, and he really did wish to speak with the man, without everyone else hearing what he had to say.  He did have an idea, but it would require some risk on Ser Rodryck's part.  To show his intention, he lowered his weapon.
Ser Rodryck Sorrel
 House Sorrel, 29 posts
 Adult
 aka Half-Hand
Wed 19 Sep 2012
at 09:00
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Rodryck hesitates for a moment, but then says with a firm but low voice, quite convinced that the audience would not be able to hear what the two men said.
”I would rather not raise any suspicion about some deception with the present audience.
My reputation has suffered enough for today, in fact, a dark shadow has been cast on this well and hard earned victory. It’s a blemish that I will be hard pressed to remove again, if at all possible. And I certainly do not intend to suffer a further slight to my honour.
If I had wanted to fight in a melee I would have entered the lists of the Melee. I did not, it’s the joust I live for and excel in.
I take little pleasure in this mock fight, and I’m fairly sure you don’t like it much either. Unlike you, though, I am an anointed knight of the realm, training with sword and lance while you were probably accompanying your lord father to some court and talking to noble ladies. I will not, cannot, yield. I have more to lose than you. For fighting is what I live for whereas you stand to inherit your father’s title and lands.
I therefore beseech you for the last time to yield or your father will see your blood flowing.”


Shergo notices, that his opponent’s grip on the spear tightens, as if he is about to attack – reluctant but determined.

OOC: I highly suspect that you have the initiative, since I rolled badly.
I also assume we’re about 5 yards distant from each other. Thus I expect you to yield on your next action (to yield is actually a greater action, btw)

Lord Berag Kelthor
 Head of Kelthor, 18 posts
 Middle Aged
 Massive
Wed 19 Sep 2012
at 09:15
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Berag watched the exchange, his eyes fixed on the two combatants.  Shergo had tried reason, but yes, the knight had the right of it.  Shergo was outmatched, that much was true.  This was not his son's field.  But it was his.  The first blow had not yet been struck, and his eyes watched the two.  No, his son was too precious to get hurt or die in some vanity duel.  But he knew Shergo would not yield, for it is not in their nature to do so. He wanted to act, but there was nothing he could do, short stopping the fight in disgrace.

After a moment, he yelled.  "It is alright to yield, son.  You have nothing to prove to me, or this man.  Let it go."  It was hard saying such things, but his son's well being was worth more then some puffed up knights honor.  Though, he was sure it would not please Lord Lannister to hear that.

This message was last edited by the player at 09:31, Wed 19 Sept 2012.

Shergo Kelthor
 Heir of Kelthor, 26 posts
 Adult
Wed 19 Sep 2012
at 09:29
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Shergo listened to the knight infront of him, and sighed.  He went to raise his mace again, but stopped.  His father told him to yield?  That was odd.  But, he understood the reasons.  But he would not.  No, another idea, instead came to mind.  This one held allot more risk, but it would show their houses determination, and fearlessness.

"No father." Was what he started with, before looking at the man before him. "I have no qualms with you.  You speak true, I am not a warrior your equal, my art is with the bow.  I do not spend time in frilly palaces, or with master at arms in some fancy keep.  I will not yield to you ser, but nor will I fight you.  It would be a disgrace, for the first blood the spear of the Moatlifers to taste, being one of their vassals.  So, since I refuse to yield, go and strike me Ser.   Know that I am the son of Berag Kelthor, and I face your spear without fear, ready for your move." As if to illistrate his point, he threw down his shield, and stood chest out, ready.

[Private to The Gods: ooc: Taking an action, to prepare that should he stab me, I will snap the spear with my Morningstar.  or at least attempt to.  Assuming I still can...]

This message was last edited by the player at 09:34, Wed 19 Sept 2012.

Lord Olwyn Sorrel
 Head of House Sorrel, 20 posts
 Middle Aged
Wed 19 Sep 2012
at 10:32
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Olwyn hisses with a sharp intake of breath as the young noble drops his shield. This could well be interpreted as a yield if not for the defiant stance of his as if he urged Rodryck to impale him.
”What’s the meaning of this farce ?”, he mutters

Lyssa gasps and raises her hands before her mouth.
”Oh no, Rod, please don’t !”, she whispers in shock.
Ser Rodryck Sorrel
 House Sorrel, 31 posts
 Adult
 aka Half-Hand
Wed 19 Sep 2012
at 12:49
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Rodryck still hesitates.
The man had guts, he had to admit. It was foolish, of course, but he could well understand Shergo. He would have made certain that Shergo would not have regretted a surrender, would have spoken highly of him and considered him indeed an honourable man. Not so, though, the man refused to yield… and death – as decreed by Lord Tywin – was the only option.
Shergo had put him into a nasty situation. How could he possibly kill this defenseless man ? He was no slaughterer, he was a knight. Why did not first blood serve for this to be resolved, why had the Lannister insisted on death or yield ? He could have just nipped him at the cheek and be done with this non-sense. Curse them all, he thinks darkly.
If Shergo had also thrown down his Morningstar, he could have claimed that Bravery, Valour and Honour had been served. He could have spoken out loud that he would not besmirch his honour by killing a defenseless man, only because he refused to yield. But of course, this would have been equal to a yield and that Shergo refused to do.
Rodryck steps back and stands the butt of the spear into the sand, the sun’s light rippling across the Valyrian blade which pointed into the sky.
”My Lord Tywin”, he announces loudly.
”My honour has been served.
This man, Shergo of House Kelthor, demonstrates bravery. Valour. And pride. He is defiant even though he realizes that the only other option you allowed him is death.
I, my lord, see no honour in fighting and killing this defenseless man, when his only fault was to speak out a perceived disrespect of my lord father towards you. I swore an oath before the Seven to protect the weak, the innocent and those without defenses. A sorry knight I would be if I were to strike down this loyal man, loyal to you, my lord. Yet again, a sorry knight I would be if I were to yield when ordered by my lord to do otherwise.
My lord, I humbly ask you to relieve me of your order to strike down this man.”

Ser Freduric Berahthram
 Heir of House Berah., 30 posts
 Middle Aged
 Sponser: Ser D. Lannister
Wed 19 Sep 2012
at 14:26
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Freduric exited his pavillion and saw the commotion. He stopped a muddy child running through the tents. "What's that about?"

"Milord's angry and havin' two men fight to the death!" the child replied breathlessly. The child made his (her?) escape while Freduric stood stunned.

Freduric approached the tourney grounds in time to overhear the end of Rodryk's speech. He looked for Cenric and found him watching the fight with wide eyes.
"Cenric, with me."

Freduric led the boy toward the stands where he last saw his father.

[Private to GM: "What in the name of the Seven happened?" Freduric hissed in a whisper. "Speak quietly."]
The Gods
 GM, 164 posts
 both Old
 and New
Wed 19 Sep 2012
at 14:43
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Much booing and jeering came from the smallfolk. Not one dared yelled coward or knight of the bleeding heart -they wouldn't dare- but the angry sentiment of a good bloody fight was not making them that happy. The nobles were hushed, surprised by the actions of the combatants. The war was still fresh in many minds, too much blood spilt over madness and tyranny; this was a fresh breath of fresh nobility and honor. A thing rarely seen these days.

Some of the nobles looked over their shoulders to Lord Lannister, unsure of his reaction to the Knight's plea for mercy's sake. "Your compassion is admirable Ser Rodryck, but I see our young Kelthor has not yielded the field to you." Ser Rodryck could almost see the smallest quirk of a smile nearly escape his leige's lips. "I only see a brave young man standing as all good nobility should; against his foe and with a weapon in his hand. Not a single Moatlife has yielded in the face of the enemy, and I am proud to see the Moatlife spirit in Kelthor." He motioned to Shergo with his right hand. "Right now, I see a victorious future lord. I cannot relieve you of your honor and your decision Ser; if you feel compassion for the brave young Kelthor, then yield your honor to the bravery of the young man; and acknoweldege defeat, as you would on the field. Otherwise, prove your spirit and fight as a Warrior!"

The assembly quieted a moment, surprised at Lord Lannister's lofty words; even the smallfolk now looked in awe of the combatants. Having not swung their weapons or drawn blood: already, the two men had won more glory than many men had by far more bloody means. Now the focus was on Ser Rodryck the Compassionate, to make the choice between humbling mercy and his knightly honor.

[Private to Samwell Jast: As you are skulking about, You notice that Lord Berahthram is speaking with two masked men in red and black vestments, their words seem heated and you see that one of the two men have drawn a dagger and mean to skewer your lord in the shadows between tents far from the jousting field.]

This message was last edited by the GM at 14:48, Wed 19 Sept 2012.

Cenric Hill
 House Berahthram, 1 post
 Young Adult
 Guerilla Fighter
Wed 19 Sep 2012
at 14:44
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Cenric opened his mouth to complain - he wanted to see the rest of the fight! - and clamped it shut. He shared blood with Freduric, but that wouldn't stop the Captain from flogging him bloody if he heard of any insolence.

"Yes, milord," he replied, trying and mostly failing to suppress the sullen tone in his voice.

He followed Ser Freduric toward the stands.[Private to GM: "Milord, after Ser Rodryk killed Ser Gareth, he said he was right sorry to Milord Lannister. The merchant Lady -"

"Lady Vera."

"Yes, her," Cenric replied, rubbing the hint of a mustache growing under his nose. "Milady Vera said they should ask the Warrior's blessing on the fight or sommat with a new fight - which, beggin' milord's pardon, is full o'-"

"I asked what happened, not how you feel about it,"
Freduric interjected sternly.

"It was a good fight,"
Cenric replied stubbornly. He continued, "A lot o' them argued an' I think Shergo an' Ser Rodryk made milord angry becuase he said they had to honor-duel. I don't think Milord Berahthram is happy about it - he left."

Freduric stopped cold. "He left? Where?"

Cenric shrugged. "Dunno, milord."

"Find him for me. Make sure he's well,"
Freduric replied. "It seems I have to represent House Berathram's interests here."
] About three quarters of the way there, Cenric split off from Ser Freduric and ran toward Lord Berahthram's quarters.
Ser Rodryck Sorrel
 House Sorrel, 34 posts
 Adult
 aka Half-Hand
Wed 19 Sep 2012
at 14:53
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
”My Honour is my Life, my Life is my Honour !, Rodryck says out loud.
He quickly assumes his combat stance again, moves within reach of his opponent and strikes out with the Moatlife blade.

OOC: Oh my goodness, never ever would I have thought that there would be an occasion to cite Sturm Brighblade of Dragonlance, which I read   a g e s   ago ! Chuckle

[Private to GM:
15:52, Today: Secret Roll: Ser Rodryck Sorrel rolled 5 using 3d6-6 with rolls of 1,6,4. renewed ini.

15:47, Today: Secret Roll: Ser Rodryck Sorrel rolled 20 using 6d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 4,4,5,4,2,3. Disarm (greater action).
Umm… forgot the +1 from the balde, so it’s 21
]
Samwell Jast
 House Berahthram, 24 posts
 Adult
 aka "Little Shadow"
Wed 19 Sep 2012
at 14:59
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
In reply to The Gods (msg # 210):

Sam had to move, and move fast. Cursing his lack of care-he should have been more careful! Now he may be too late...

[Private to GM: (OOC-moving to attack man with dagger. If I am too far away, will throw dagger or yell or something. Or if not possible, tackle his lordship and take the dagger. Rolling initiative.

11:00, Today: Secret Roll: Samwell Jast rolled 20 using 4d6+4 with rolls of 2,5,6,3.)
]

This message was last edited by the player at 15:02, Wed 19 Sept 2012.

The Gods
 GM, 166 posts
 both Old
 and New
Mon 24 Sep 2012
at 14:19
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Time came to a standstill: Ser Rodryck gripped the Leiter Blade and prepared to advance; but, Shergo closes the distance first in a wild charge forward with naught but his morning star to smash his the knight. Shergo pays for his wild charge and is quickly impaled by the skilled knight through his hide armor and body like it was so much onion paper, holding frim grip on both man and spear; despite the mortal wound, Shergo grits his teeth in gut-turning agony and continues his swing: not at the head of Ser Knight; but, to the wooden shaft now imbedding in his midriff. The wooden shaft nearly explodes from the impact; showering both men in wood.

Ser Rodryck was now holding a broken end of the spear, with but his longsword on his hip and shield on his back; Shergo, stepped a little away and swayed on his feet, a bloody spear sticking through his body, morning star in hand.
Ser Rodryck Sorrel
 House Sorrel, 42 posts
 Adult
 aka Half-Hand
Mon 24 Sep 2012
at 14:34
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
”You’ve had your chance, now your blood will flow and your house’s shield will no longer sport a red mountain but a red field of sand !”
Rodryck quickly throws away the shattered shaft, draws his own blade [Private to GM: lesser action]and strikes out at his foe[Private to GM: lesser action, 15:29, Today: Secret Roll: Ser Rodryck Sorrel rolled 24 using 6d6+1, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 1,6,3,6,6,2. Attack.; 4 damage per dos], clearly not holding back anymore.
With the routine moves of an accomplished and well-trained knight, his swings batter away at the heir of House Kelthor.
Shergo Kelthor
 Heir of Kelthor, 33 posts
 Adult
Tue 25 Sep 2012
at 06:17
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Shergo growled, as the knight came at him again.  The knight was mad that his spear got broken, but he had warned him such a thing would happen, should he use it in combat against a Moatlifer.  He feebly brought up his morningstar, attempting to deflect the blow.  He managed to throw it enough, that instead of the sharped part hitting his head, and decapitating him, the sword was knocked to the side, and the flat of the blade slammed into his head.

Shergo saw nothing after that, as his body collapsed onto the field, his wound still bleeding slightly, the morningstar falling from his hand unto the field before him.

This message was last edited by the player at 09:10, Tue 25 Sept 2012.

Ser Freduric Berahthram
 Heir of House Berah., 31 posts
 Middle Aged
 Sponser: Ser D. Lannister
Tue 25 Sep 2012
at 13:29
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Freduric's eyebrows furrowed and his jaw fell slightly agape. He raised a hand to rub his beard and frowned. He muttered something and made his way up the stands.
Ser Rodryck Sorrel
 House Sorrel, 47 posts
 Adult
 aka Half-Hand
Tue 25 Sep 2012
at 16:22
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Rodryck stops his advance as his foe falls.
He leans down and retrieves the remains of the Valyrian blade from the collapsed man.
”This is my prize !”, he hisses in annoyance to the unconscious Kelthor heir.
He then turns to the assembled nobles.
”My lord Lannister. My foe is unable to yield having fallen unconscious. He is still alive, though. To comply with the rules of engagement you have set for this duel, I would need to kill this man. I say, he yielded, sicne he no longer is able to hold his weapon or his wits. But I leave that decision to you, my lord, if you command to kill him, I will.”
He awaits his lord’s command.
The Gods
 GM, 174 posts
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 and New
Wed 26 Sep 2012
at 19:37
Re: Episode 3: Moatland Tournament
Lord Lannister is silent a moment in his seat, rubbing his chin in thought. "I command..." he looks at the assembled nobles and smallfolk and measures the worth of it. "...you to step away from the young man as the victor of the duel." He then looked again at the assembly and stood from his seat. "Today's joust is over, Ser Rodryck is the undisputed champion of the joust! Let us celebrate his victory with wine and food, tomorrow, we reconvene for the archery competition!"

Ser Leiter Storm stepped to the front of the small folk crowd and raised his fist shouting. "All Hail the Warriors Ser Rodryck and Shergo Kelthor!" The smallfolk crowd roared in cheers, "Ser-Rod-ryck! Sher-go Kel-thor! Ser-Rod-ryck! Sher-go Kel-thor!" Even though they did not see death this day: even small folk could appreciate the intensity of the the two men of the field. Some of the nobility even joined in the cheering, some applauding instead.

[Private to Samwell Jast: Samwell wounds one of the enemies of his Lord with his thrown dagger; while the other, surprised by the interference, find his chest stabbed repeatedly during the roaring cheers not far away. Lord Berathram then takes the blade of his enemy and slits the other man's throat without hesitation. After that, he removes the dagger of Samwell from the body and tosses it lightly back to him. "We must return to my tent and quickly, before anyone knows what happened!" he hissed with blood on his hands and sleeves.]




Thus did the first major event of the Tournament end, one of the most intense jousts in the land's history. However, shadowy figures intrigued in shadows and tent cover; with the fate of the Moatlands in their balance.

Default: 2XP for all players who were part of the episode. (unless mentioned further down)

4XP for Lord Olwyn Sorrel, Willem Eddleson, Lord Berag Kelthor, Lord Seifer Necron

8XP for Samwell Jast & Jocelyn Rotrou

Episode 3 is over.

Coming soon...Episode 4: Errant Arrows