As Easter passes, the tents go up, the stands and lists are constructed, and a mountain of food is brought to Salisbury.  Knights and ladies from across the realm are invited to a tournament, hosted by Earl Robert of Salisbury.

The knights of Salisbury have been instructed to be ambassadors to the Kingdom.  Because King Arthur has headed North with his army, this tournament is seen as a proxy for Arthur's normal Easter Tournament.  Two dozen knights are sent to London to escort Queen Guenevere to Salisbury.  Another dozen go to Carlion to escort the Princess Gwendollyn.  Counts, and Dukes, and Kings who are not joining Arthur come instead to Salisbury for the games.  Ladies from across Britain also attend.  Notably absent are the knights and ladies of neighboring Dorset.

The festivities begin with the opening of the lists the day before the start of the tournament.  On the first day will be the joust.  There will be 250 participants.  The winner of the joust will receive a prize of 2£ and a silver cup.  On the second day of the tournament there will be challenges followed by the arena.

In the arena will be a Panther, a Bear, and . . . a Lion!  All fights will be on foot.  The Panther and Bear are to be fought with sword and shield, the Lion with Great Spear (Lance) and shield.  The prize for defeating the Panther is 1£, 2£ for the Bear, and 5£ for the Lion.

The final day will have the Melee, which is expected to have 250 participants per side.  The knight who can capture the opposing flag and return it to their own side wins a prize of 2£.

There will be a feast held after the joust and another after the arena.

Feel free to post any general actions or reactions that occur prior to the start of the tournament.  Please also list any events you are entering.

Once again Sir Perin looks quite dashing in clothes of the finest make as he wanders about the festivities chatting amiably with the various nobles that.  He is the picture of knightly hospitality, and doing exactly what his liege instructed, serving as an ambassador for Salisbury.  There is of course the fact that this has the added benefit of serving to allow him to interact with a variety of important people from all over the Kingdom.  Given the recent developments with Fiona, it is critical that he do everything he can to raise his standing at court.  And while normally a knight less than a year post knighting would attract very little attention, the scarf that Perin wore proudly around his neck made him something of a curiosity, and he more often than not found himself surrounded by chattering courtiers, eager for the newest piece of gossip.

A little before the feast, Garyn sought out Sir Sejanus. He had consider him one of the most educated Knights that he had met. He needed to speak with him regarding Lethe. He wanted to help her, but fear that he was slow witted to do so.

After finding him; he offers a hearty handshake signifying the bond that was developed last year. "Sir Sejanus, it does me good to see you once again in good health. The wounds of our last foray seemed to have healed. I have need of your counsel for I consider you learned man. During Winter, I was practicing the hunt when I came upon some tracks that seemed to come directly out of a stream on my demesne. The footprints were small and causing steam to rise from them, so I knew that the person that made them was close. I followed them to where I found an unclothed maiden laying freezing in the snow. I gave her my cloak, and I rushed her to my home. She had minor scraps and bruises, but other that she did not seem harmed. The problem is even though her body has recovered since then; she has not uttered a single world. The priest and nurse have told me something so terrible must of happened that she can not speak. I am not certain how to help her, and I was hoping that you with your Roman learning might be able to give me guidance."

Sir Gracian is in Salisbury with his wife and servants doing his best to perform as instructed by his liege. Day in and day out he make conversation with Counts, Dukes, Kings and Ladies attending the great Spring Tournament. Normally he would have been nervous and afraid of making mistakes but he has found a new confidence as a married man and a reknown knight. Life had certainly turned out very differently than he had thought it would.

Personally he sign up for the Joust and the Melee leaving the fighting of animals to others because as he see it there is no honor in men fighting animals. He make sure to seek out his friends eager to encourage them in the upcoming Tournament. He has campaigned with them and know they are brave and noble knights and that is all that matters. But if they are to find wives and become known throughout the land then they need to win glory in the tournament. Sir Sejanus cand certainly use a wife he thinks (even though it will be hard to find one chaste enough for the pious knight), Sir Garym needs someone to take his mind off the horses for a while and Sir Perin .. well .. nothing can save that man so why bother. And then of course there are the moments with his old friend Sir Dalan that seem so happy with fair Lady Ellowyn and many a dinner is had in their good company.

But the best moments are with his beautiful wife that has remembered the sweet little french nothings she like to wear in private. When with her life is full of hope and promises and nothing can go wrong.

There weren't many nobles present yet, as the tournament had yet to start, so Perin's duties were quickly finished.  Motioning his squire over, he murmurs something, and the young man quickly runs off to sign Perin up for the melee and the fight with the lion, the two events in which he'll be competing.  Perin as usual is skipping the joust, as despite his formidable skill in the saddle, he's decidedly a sub-par jouster.  In real combat, two knights don't just charge at each other full tilt, there's maneuver and strategy involved.  A joust was just playing at war, and a good way to pick up terrible habits that could easily get you killed in a real fight.

Glancing about, he notices his brother knights scattered about the room.  He makes a point to approach them one by one and catch up on the events of the past year.  He pays specially attention to Sir Garym in particular, as the man wasn't present for the weddings this past winter, and so it's been almost a half year since the pair saw each other last.
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Countess Fiona arrives a couple of days early with two dozen of her knights.  This is remarkable in that it is the first time anyone can remember that she brought any of her knights to an event.  Normally she slips in, appears at the feast, and leaves quietly.  The knights themselves were quite impressive as well, all astride Andalusian chargers and dressed in a similar quality to Sir Perin.

Most of the ladies arrive the day prior to the tournament, as they are not competing.  The main exceptions being Queen Guinevere, with her Salisbury guard, and Princess Gwendollyn, also with a Salisbury guard and Sir Gracian's knights.

Lady Galeria of Dorset arrives the day prior to the tournament with a guard of six foot soldiers.  No knights from Dorset appear.

The lists for the event begin to fill, with most knights participating in the melee and many in the joust as well.  A number of brave or brash knights signup to battle in the arena.  However, only two hearty souls dare face the lion.  One is a local favorite named Sir Perin.  The other is Sir Lamorak, a fiery-tempered Round Table knight known for his strength.

Sir Dalan has arrived with the lovely Lady Ellowyn. The young banneret knight still seems overwhelmed by his new life and his relief when encountering the familiar faces of his brother knights is obvious. Still, he is reluctant to part from his lady and the two spend far more time with each other than as one.

Though not the finest horseman or warrior Sir Dalan will of course take up the joust. Should he be hale or hearty enough after he shall face the panther in the arena.

 Since they had arrived somewhat early, Sejanus took the opportunity to seek out some of his brother Knights. The first to be found was Sir Garym. He clasped the others arm in greeting. “Hail, and well met, brother. It is good to see you." The well feelings of the reunion where quickly replaced by feelings of great concern
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  Sir Sejanus listen to Sir Graym’s tale, and the frown deepened, with the more he heard. “I am honored, that you came to me for counsel, Sir Graym, but I am not the best source for such a question. But upon what you have told me, it sounds like the Woman might well be under the influence of a curse. Be that curse divine in nature, for punishment of a sin or sins, or Diabolic, the power of the evil one, I am not certain. I have one at my Manor, an old sage; he is more knowledgeable in such matters. I counsel that you place her into the care of a convent, for the time being. It her affliction is divine, the sisters can pray for her soul, and if from the evil one, they can protect her from his influence.”

Garym normally held his temper, but it was obvious that Garym was not pleased by Sejanus words. He spoke much louder than normal. "I thank thee for your counsel, Sejanus. But, she is under my protection, and I will not send her away to a convent. Whatever happened to her was cruel enough to silence her. She has found safety under my roof. I have given her hospitality and sanctuary. I will not break this duty."

Garym might have said more, but within moments of his outburst, both men were clapped forcefully on the shoulder by Sir Perin.  Booming loudly, the large man addresses the pair "My friends, it is good to see you both both so well!  Sir Sejanus, always a pleasure!  Did you find anything interesting to occupy your mind during this long winter?  And Sir Garym, I'm sorry we missed you at the weddings, but I understand that you were off representing Salisbury quite well!"  If the young knight knew what he was doing in heading off a potential argument, he gave no sign.

N.B. Sir Garym did ask a Christian knight the cause and cure for a malady that most would clearly see as Divine or Infernal in nature.  Likewise, the obvious remedy to such an affliction is protection by the Church.  While Sir Sejanus is a bit more learned in Christian theology than most, probably Sir Garym would get approximately the same answer from 90% of the people at the tournament.  So this should not necessarily be a surprise.

"I am not certain this is the time for Happy greetings. I have heard that you are courting Lady Fiona, and perhaps you are the one I should of come to." Sir Garym starts to storm off, but turns around ready to act, but as he steps forward he seems to calm himself a little. His voice intense but soften to a whisper. "I should not of been surprised by your answer because you are a man of God, but I believe God has given me this task. I will not abdicate this duty to another. I will see her well to the end even if it means my life. I remember our friendship well, and I hope you will forgive my anger."

Perin's voice is equally as quiet, but quite firm.  "Brothers, there will be time to continue this conversation later.  Remember your duty to Earl Robert and see to our guests please.  We are to act as ambassadors for Salisbury after all, and it would not due for our guests to see us divided."

 Sejanus just blinked, at the reponse to his counsel, from Sir Garym, He was about to say more,but he was stopped by the timely, or not so timely arroival of Sir Perin. "Well met, Sir Perin. If I may be so bold, allow me to offer you my congragulations on the winning the favor of you Lady. Well done,indeed."

 Sejanus returened his attention to Sir Garym. " Brother, you asked my counsel, I gave my best thoughts on the matter of the lady. To do less,when a Brother Knights seeks such,would be without honor. But with that said, the woman's soul may be damned, or close to it. I beseech ye, seek the Church's counsel in this matter."

"You do not need to remind me of my duty, Sir Perin. No man can question my dedication. Until, we speak again." Garym turn leaving the two knights for now.

Blowing out a sigh of relief, Perin puts his arm around the smaller man.  "Come Sir Sejanus, you can tell me all about this woman that I hear you're wooing..."

((OOC: Unless there's a need to continue the scene, I think we're good?))
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Signups for Sir Sejanus and Sir Garym?

Once he sees his squire; "Budfannon sign me up for the joust and melee."

 Sejanus watched Garym walk away,and slowly shook his head.  He let the matter drop, for the time being.

 Off he walked with Sir Perin, more then glad to speak of the Lady that might well be his future wife.


 Sejanus would send Casca to register for teh Joust and Grand Melee.

The first day of the Tournament has arrived!  With literally hundreds of knights in attendance, it is quite a spectacle.  The first order of business is the parade of knights, in which each must ride along the list with their shield and face displayed so that the cheering throngs can see the participants.  Although a simple enough maneuver in theory, there is some practice and technical skill required and very few knights have made an effort at mastering it.

Sir Garym and Sir Gracian manage to pull off the display (earning a check in Tournament and 10 Glory), but Sir Dalan, Sir Perin, and Sir Sejanus have some problems, although not so much as to embarrass themselves.

-- Sir Dalan --

The first event is the Joust.  Lots are pulled and the contestants are matched one to another.  In the first round, Sir Dalan finds himself facing a Young knight from Jagent.

Readying himself, Sir Dalan's hand goes for the hundredth time to the light blue scarf he wears in honor of his wife.  The signal is given and he urges his horse forward.  He and his opponent crash together with a splintering of wood as each hits the other with identical force.

Sir Dalan, rolled 1 using 1d20.  Lance.
Young Knight, rolled 1 using 1d20.  Lance.

Continuing to the far end, the armored combatants grab new jousting lances and turn.  Once more they thunder toward one another and once more they both hit but it is Sir Dalan's that makes it through.  However, much of the force of the blow is absorbed by his young opponent's shield and armor and the rider remains riding.

Sir Dalan, rolled 2 using 1d20.  Lance.
Young Knight, rolled 1 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Dalan, rolled 19 using 6d6.  Damage.
Young Knight, rolled 11 using 1d20.  Dexterity.
The Young knight takes 19 - 10 - 6 = 3 damage but remains on his horse.

On the next pass, Sir Dalan hits for the third time and his opponent misses.  Sir Dalan's blow sends his opponent to the turf.

Sir Dalan, rolled 3 using 1d20.  Lance.
Young Knight, rolled 17 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Dalan, rolled 26 using 6d6.  Damage.
Young Knight, rolled 17 using 1d20.  Dexterity.
The Young knight takes 26 - 10 = 16 damage, a Major Wound, and falls from his horse.

Sir Dalan gets a check in Lance and has made it through the first round.

-- Sir Gracian --

Sir Gracian, meanwhile, draws an Ordinary knight from Wuerensis.  Sir Gracian looks at the scarf he received from Ariette and smiles in remembrance at the scene when he received it.  However, he takes a moment too long to refocus on the event at hand and as a result, his blow goes wide, while he is hit by his opponent's lance.  Most of the blow is absorbed by his armor and he manages to stay astride his horse.

Sir Gracian, rolled 18 using 1d20.  Lance.
Ordinary Knight, rolled 1 using 1d20.  Lance.
Ordinary Knight, rolled 15 using 6d6.  Damage.
Sir Gracian, rolled 3 using 1d20.  Dexterity.
Sir Gracian takes 15 - 12 = 3 damage and remains on his horse.

Refocusing on the task at hand, Sir Gracian manages to land a stunning blow, while his opponent's own lance misses the mark.  The knight from Wuerensis is thrown rather violently from his horse and is out of the competition.

Sir Gracian, rolled 5 using 1d20.  Lance.
Ordinary Knight, rolled 19 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Gracian, rolled 29 using 8d6.  Damage.
The Ordinary knight takes 29 - 12 = 17 damage, a Major wound, and is unhorsed.

Sir Gracian gets a check in Lance and moves to the next round.

-- Sir Garym --

Sir Garym faces an Old knight from Silchester.  Hoping to make up for his disappointing finish in Essex, Sir Garym couches his lance and the two charge toward one another.  THey crash to gether, both striking but Sir Garym's lance doing the damage.  However, the Old knight is wily and he stays astride his mount.

Sir Garym, rolled 5 using 1d20.  Lance.
Old Knight, rolled 1 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Garym, rolled 15 using 6d6.  Damage.
Old Knight, rolled 7 using 1d20.  Dexterity.
The Old knight takes 15 - 12 - 6 = 0 damage and remains on his horse.

Turning, the pair charge forward once more.  This time, Sir Garym's lance goes wide and the Old knight tags him squarely.  However, Sir Garym stays in the saddle.

Sir Garym, rolled 17 using 1d20.  Lance.
Old Knight, rolled 4 using 1d20.  Lance.
Old Knight, rolled 15 using 6d6.  Damage.
Sir Garym, rolled 11 using 1d20.  Dexterity.
Sir Garym takes 15 - 10 = 5 damage and remains on his horse.

The combatants square off once more and head toward one another, colliding with a crash.  Sir Garym gets the better hit once more but it is a weak blow that is easily deflected by the Old knight's armor.

Sir Garym, rolled 15 using 1d20.  Lance.
Old Knight, rolled 8 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Garym, rolled 10 using 6d6.  Damage.
The Old knight takes 10 - 12 - 6 = 0 damage and remains on his horse.

The fourth try is the final one as the two continue to trade blows.  Although Sir Garym landed a fine hit, the Old knight slams him with a powerful blow that knocks Sir Garym unconscious.

Sir Garym, rolled 14 using 1d20.  Lance.
Old Knight, rolled 18 using 1d20.  Lance.
Old Knight, rolled 38 using 12d6.  Damage.
Sir Garym takes 38 - 10 - 6 = 22 damage a Major Wound and goes unconscious.


Sir Garym gets a check in Lance but does not advance, continuing his horrible luck at jousts.

Sir Garym is carried off the field but will be mobile in time for the feast tonight and should be fully healed by the Melee.  Joust damage is illustrative more than actual.

-- Sir Sejanus --

Sir Sejanus draws a Young knight from South Ports.  The scholarly knight smiles in remembrance of Galeria handing him the scarf he now wears in her honor.  Focusing on his opponent, he charges forward and lands a solid blow.  The Young knight manages to strike Sir Sejanus as well but not as expertly.  The Young knights's armor and shield deflect the blow and he remains on his horse.

Sir Sejanus, rolled 14 using 1d20.  Lance.
Young Knight, rolled 5 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Sejanus, rolled 15 using 6d6.  Damage.
Young Knight, rolled 2 using 1d20.  Dexterity.
The Young knight takes 15 - 10 - 6 = 0 damage and remains on his horse.

Turning to face one another, the knights lower their lances and charge once more.  Both knights hit the mark but Sir Sejanus gets the better hit once more and it is enough to knock his opponent from his horse.

Sir Sejanus, rolled 4 using 1d20.  Lance.
Young Knight, rolled 3 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Sejanus, rolled 20 using 6d6.  Damage.
Young Knight, rolled 14 using 1d20.  Dexterity.
The Young knight takes 20 - 10 - 6 = 4 damage and is unhorsed.

Sir Sejanus gains a check in Lance and advances to the second round.

The crowds are a bit muted this early in the tournament, absent a big name, a local favorite, or a particularly  exciting match.  Sir Dalan and Sir Gracian have a bit of a following and both land pretty significant blows that garner some applause.  However, there are many rounds to go to the final.

Sir Gracian cursed silently as he dismounted and let his squire Idres take his horse and his equipment. Yes he had won the first round but thoughts of Ariette had made him weak for a moment and he hated that. This was merely a tournament but in real battle such things could lead to his death.

But his dark thoughts got pushed away the moment he saw his Lady Ariette in the stand looking so ravishing. She smiled and waved to him and how could he resist her charms? He waved back and threw her a kiss before returning to his tent where he sat down to eat an apple while preparing for the next round. "Idres? When you are done then I want you to go the tent of that knight from Wuerensis that I fought. I want you to deliver him a message from me and tell him that he did well today. He struck true and hard and I hope to that he will join me at the feast tonight because we are all brothers here."

Moments later he is walking among the tents trying to find his friends after the first round of the joust. He finally manage to find them and embrace each of them. "Sir Dalan! Sir Sejanus!! I see you do Earl Roberts proud by making our guests eat dust!" he says with a huge grin on his face and an apple in his hand. "For a moment there I thought he was going to get the best of me but you two ... by St. George's beard did you knock some sense into them!"

"But what happened to poor Sir Garym? I know him as a excellent horseman and we have all seen him fierce in battle so what happened today? Is the poor man cursed?"
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The first round takes a couple of hours running on a dozen lists, at the end of which, over 100 knights have been eliminated.  As the morning draws on and the number of combatants dwindle, more spectators show up and the cheering grows more intense.

-- Sir Dalan --

Sir Dalan draws another Young knight in the second round, this one from Somerset.  On the first pass, he tags the young man but is unable to unhorse him.  Most of the blow was absorbed by armor and shield.

The second round seems more a play than a joust as the young knight loses focus and his grip on his lance, which dips, hits the ground, and is pulled out of his hands.  Sir Dalan, meanwhile, is distracted by the somersaulting lance and loses his grip on his own weapon, which also plants itself in the ground,almost knocking Sir Dalan from the saddle.

After the 'discarded' lances are cleared, the two charge once more at one another.  Both manage to hit again but the Young knight's blow rings true and although not a forceful or damaging blow, it is just enough to cause Sir Dalan to fall.

Sir Dalan gets 10 Glory for participating and is eliminated from the joust.  There are some groans from the crowd as Sir Dalan's supporters see him fall.

-- Sir Gracian --

Sir Gracian, another crowd favorite, draws a second Ordinary knight, this one from Tintagel.  Determined to concentrate on the joust this time, rather than what Ariette will be wearing tonight, Sir Gracian urges his horse forward.  Sir Gracian slams into his opponent, who somehow fumbled his lance, almost dropping it but certainly coming nowhere near Sir Gracian.  The force of the blow dismounts the knight.

Sir Gracian proceeds on to Round 3.

The crowd cheers rather loudly as the local boy flattens a second opponent, this one on the first pass!

-- Sir Sejanus --

Sir Sejanus also draws an Ordinary knight, although his is from Estregales.  The knights level their lances and charge.  Both strike true but it is the knight from Estregales whose hit wins through.  Sir Sejanus is unable to stay in the saddle and he too is unhorsed.

Sir Sejanus gets 10 Glory for participating and is eliminated.

There is a bit of grumbling in the crowd but Sir Sejanus is not so well known as yet.

-- Sir Gracian --

In the third round, Sir Gracian is paired with an Old knight, Sir Nukton, from Salisbury.  Sir Gracian couches his lance and charges, as does Sir Nukton.  Both land near identical blows and their lances shatter on impact.

Turning with new lance in hand, Sir Gracian charges back but his lance goes wide.  Sir Nukton tags hims but Sir Gracian stays in the saddle after taking a minor wound.

Sir Gracian takes a couple of slow, deep breathes, centers himself, and charges once more.  Both combatants strike true, but Sir Gracian's blow is the better one and slams the Old knight, knocking him from his saddle.

There is more sustained cheering this time as it is near lunchtime and many fans are now in the stands.

In the fourth round, Sir Gracian draws an Ordinary knight once more.  This one is from Kent.  Sir Gracian couches his lance and lowers it as he approaches and it strikes true against the man's shield.  However, the Kentish knight slams a perfect blow that catapults Sir Gracian from his horse.

Sir Gracian is eliminated but gets 35 Glory for his participation.

The crowd is impressed by the knight from Kent's prowess, although saddened by Sir Gracina's departure.

Elsewhere in the jousts, the knights from Hereford did very well on their sleek black horses.  Although none won the final prize, which was taken by a knight from Sussex, six of them finished in the top eight.

There is time for rest, relaxation, or recuperation prior to the night's feast.

Sir Dalan first seeks out the two knights he faced - the one to commiserate, the other to congratulate. Then a moment with his lady wife, a shared kiss to show he is safe despite his poor showing. Then he seeks out his brother knights.

"As always you shame us all Sir Gracian," Sir Dalan says, grinning at his friend, then wincing a bit. Though uninjured he is clearly bruised. "And you Sir Garym fear not. I'm sure even Sir Gawaine has fallen off his horse in his time. It happens to us all my friend."

Just like Sir Dalan Sir Gracian make sure to seek out all the knights he faced congratulating them all on their skills and drinking to their good health. The Earl has told them to act as ambassadors and he is determined to do as his Earl commands. Although he rather be with his friends and his wife then he make sure to take the time needed with each knight he faced listening to their stories and gossip and making them feel welcome.

But finally he can return to his friends and his wife, kissing her fondly before turning to Sir Dalan that winch from his bruises. "Oh stop now , my brother." he says with a grin and pokes him jokingly in the side where he is the most bruised. "We both know that in the end it comes down to pure and simple luck and right now Fortuna smiles at me but one day soon I will be the first to drop from the saddle - and when I do it will probably be in the most embarassing way possible!"

The man laughs heartedly and turns to Sir Garym and nods with a smile when listening to what Sir Dalan says to Sir Garym. "I agree ... listen to Sir Dalan, my friend. Jousts are magnificient events with colors, drink, food and women but they are just events and mean nothing in the end. What is important if what kind of a man you are and we have all seen you in combat and I am proud to count you as a friend. So grab your cup, drink your wine and enjoy the feast Sir Garym. Because you have earned it!"

Garym was not in the mood for consolatory words. The Joust was the Pinnacle of the Tournament. Some believed that it was not a true example of war, but Garym was not one. It demonstrated many of the qualities of Knighthood: Valor, Martial Skill, and Honor. He had barely shown any of these qualities in the last to tourney jousts.

Worse, he was angered that he cared so much when he had still done so little for Lethe. He knew in his heart that his pride would damn him in the end. He need to respond to the moment, but he found it hard to say much. "You did well Gracian."

Gracian let it pass thinking that now is not the time so he instead he join the festivities and pay as much atention to his wife as he can when duties doesnt intervene. But as soon as he spots an opportunity for a more private talk with Sir Garym he sits down by his side and place a cup of wine infront of the young knight.

"What troubles you Garym? There has to be more to this than just the joust. I could be wrong of course but something is amiss - even my wife thinks so ..." he points at Ariette who is laughing and talking to some ladies of the court "... and women got a sixth sense about such things. Is there anything you want to tell me? Anything I can do?"
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Perin hadn't partaken in the joust, preferring to save himself for the coming events.  But that didn't mean he couldn't clap and cheer for his brother knights as they fought bravely.  Poor Sir Garym though, he was already in a bad enough mood given the events of earlier, his elimination from the joust in the first round no doubt soured his already bad mood.  Thankfully it seems that Sir Gracian had things in hand, which left Perin free to socialize.

Despite having spent quite some time with Fiona over the past few seasons, he had yet to meet her household knights.  This seemed the perfect chance to get to the know them.  Still, he couldn't confine his attention solely to them as it would be quite rude.  And so much as before, he is the picture of knightly hospitality, wandering about the room as he chats amiably with the assembled nobility.

Sir Dalan glances at Sir Garym, obviously surprised that the other knight was in such ill humour from a tourney defeat. Then Sir Gracian's words made him realise there was perhaps much here he had not noticed, all attention drawn to his new wife and new responsibilities. Sir Dalan retreats, allowing Sir Gracian to soothe their brother knight's feelings.

"Sir Perin, what stroke of courage or madness made you think to fight the lion? Are you truly Sir Gawaine in disguise?" Sir Dalan's words are mostly in jest, but he can't but think of the bear he had faced - and the lion is said to be fiercer yet!

"Madness and love can often look quite similar I'm told brother." Perin replies with a grin.  "My lady asked me to kill the creature in her name, and that I shall." Despite his cavalier attitude about the whole thing, Perin was in truth more than a little nervous.  He had handled a bear with little trouble, but a lion was no mere beast.  Still, Fiona had asked this of him and he would not fail.
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"Well, you are not wrong about madness and love," Sir Dalan replies. He grins. "You are sure the fair Countess has not bewitched your senses?"

Perin's grin grows even wider "With nothing more than her charm and grace brother, don't you worry." Flashing a frown towards Sir Garym and Gracian he murmurs "Do you know what that is all about?  Sir Garym almost took off Sir Sejanus' head last night, and it seems that his mood has not improved."
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"No, I fear my own lady's charm and grace distracted me of late," Sir Dalan admits. "Perhaps the melee will ease his spirits? No treacherous horses there!"

In reply to Sir Perin (msg # 27):

Sir Perin wanders about during the jousts, chatting up people, listening.  He does not hear much relating to himself or Fiona, primarily because people seem loath to talk about such things in his presence.  He does seem to come upon an unusual-for-him number of suddenly-halted conversations, however.  The best he can figure, the Countess is the subject of a great deal of curiosity as a result of her status and somewhat eccentric habits.  People have been watching her for some time and are now abuzz about sudden new developments.

The knights from Hereford are singularly polite, well spoken, and seemingly chivalrous.  All are well dressed and well equipped.  All recognize Sir Perin immediately and greet him by name.

Sir Perin does not get a chance to talk to or observe Sir Loftrees more than peripherally.  He sees him defeating a Young knight during the third round of the joust but little else.

"Friend Gracian, I am not certain what you would be able to do for me unless you are a great Sage. I did not realize that I was slow witted until I met Lethe. She has needed my help, but I have failed her. I have had her wounds healed, I have seen to her needs, but I can not mend her spirit." Garym was speaking in riddles he knew, but he was angered at his failure in aiding her. He feared that the failure tainted the rest of his endeavors.

"This winter as I practiced hunting. I came upon the maiden, Lethe. She was curled up freezing. I took her to my home in hopes of helping her because her injuries were not to great. My priest and nurse helped her recover, but never have I heard her voice. Some great tragedy befell, and I can not seem to make it right. I went to Sejanus, and he suggested I turn my responsibility over to some nuns. I will not do this. I believe that she has had enough pain and sorrow. The task falls to me to mend her spirit." Garym was obviously more upset as he spoke of the convent. He kept his voice low, but his had was crushing the wine glass.

 When Sir Serjanus is not getting invited to get off his horse, he and Casca take in the sights,and look into the potentials of replacing his horse, that recently died.

Sir Perin and Sir Dalan chat about Ladies and Madness, while Sir Gracian and Sir Garym talk of Ladies with Madness.  Sir Sejanus checks out the horse market and finds a number of near-identical horses that will do all in the 100d price range.

Once everyone has had a chance to change into less martial attire, they head over to the feast.  Sir Dalan, Sir Garym, Sir Gracian, Sir Perin, and Sir Sejanus are all seated together at a long table that fits sixteen knights, all of whom are from Salisbury.

Earl Robert, Princess Gwendollyn, Sir Lamorak, and other Notables are at the smaller head table.  Countess Fiona is at a table with her knights, Ellowyn and Ariette are each at tables with their husband's knights.  Galeria is at a table with a number of other Ladies.

(OOC:  I assume that Lethe is not present as she would not be seated with Sir Garym and a table full of knights and she would have a hard time communicating elsewhere, not to mention it being very difficult on her psychologically.  She has mostly avoided crowds while at the tournament so far, only watching when Sir Garym jousted.  Up to Sir Garym.)

After a rousing welcoming speech from Earl Robert, the feast begins.  The first course is a cameline meat brewet.  There is, of course, plenty of wine and ale as well.  Next comes the broiled salt-water fish.  All of the food is excellent and it is a welcome change after the tired food that accompanies any winter.

As minstrels and jugglers appear, the guests begin to mingle, chat, and dance.

So what will everyone be doing?

Sir Gracian and Sir Garym can continue their prior conversation in either of their private threads.

 Sir Sejanus Ate, drank, and conversed with his fellow Knights. But try as he might, the young Knight had a hard time enjoying himself. He kept giving sidelong glances at Sir Graym, a concerned expression upon Sejanus’s features. But he did also cast glances as the Lady Galeria, smiling to her, during the feast.

 When the courses had completed, and the entertainment began, Sejanus walked over to the Lady Galeria, and actually bowed correctly, well, almost correctly. His working on the social graces was definably a work in progress.

“Lady Galeria, I would be most honored if you would join me in a……” Sejanus looked to the dance floor, and seemed about to ask her for a dance, but then thought better of it…” Join me in a spirited conversation on the Philosophy of Livy.?” He said in an  embarrassed expression upon his face, that he attempted to conceal.
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Sir Gracian eat, feast and drink with both friends and strangers alike. He even try and dance with his beloved wife but it is likely clearly seen that he is a horrible dancer.

When possible Sir Gracian will see if the druid Diarmuid is present at the feast. He may have come as part of the Queen's retinue ... or perhaps he just happens to be at the feast. That druid seems to come and go as it pleases him. If he is not present then Sir Gracian ask to see if anyone knows where in Logres the druid could be found.

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I dont know if it Intrigue to find out where Diarmuid can be found?

With the meal ended, Perin makes a bee-line for Fiona.  Despite her outward appearance, he knows that she rather enjoys dancing and there's little doubt in his mind that she will want to make the most of the opportunity to do so.  Besides, a dance would allow the two a chance to be close and carry on a conversation in relative privacy.  Reaching to the Countess he interjects himself into the conversation, smiling gently as he does "My lady, I apologize for interrupting, but I was hoping that I might steal you away for a dance."

Sorry, I was supposed to mention that Diarmuid is at a table near the table at which Galeria is sitting.

Sir Gracian approach Diarmuid when there is a chance to do so. "Peace upon you, Diarmuid. It is good to see you again but it is not the only reason I come to you. I fear a friend of mine, young and gallant Sir Garym, is in need of your wise words and knowledge. Can you come to our table and listen to his tale?"

Sir Dalan is enjoying himself with the food and drink and general merriment, though he tries not to overindulge lest he grow bloated or addle witted in his fight with the panther. He's never faced one before but by repute they are cunning and fierce foes.

As the meal ended he got to his feet and walked over to Lady Ellowyn's table. He bows,
 then straightens up, a grin on his face. "A dance my love? I fear I am clumsy as ever on my feet, but at least I shall be clumsy with you in my arms."

The couples depart the dance floor, some more dramatically than others, and servers come around once more with food and alcohol.  The third course is fritters and the fourth sturgeon.  And of course, lots more alcohol for anyone who needs it.  Lots!

With only a final course to come there is another break and people mingle once more. Diarmuid comes over to the table to talk with Sir Garym at Sir Gracian's request.  Lady Galeria is . . . nowhere to be seen.  Fiona is chatting with Duke Ulfius of Silchester.  Ellowyn is talking to Sir Robert.  Ariette is looking at Sir Gracian as if perhaps he should be dancing with her rather than talking to druids.

Actions?

Sejanus shoved aside his confusion and anger at what had happened between he and Galeria. He attempted to live his life as a stoic, but at times he fell short of that mark.

 The Knight looked the area over, and then spotted the one he needed to speak with. Sejanus headed that way, and touched his fellow Knight upon the shoulder. “Sir Perin, I must speak with you, on a matter of most dire potential consequences.” Said Sejanus in a flat tone of voice, face devoid of expression.
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Momentarily alone Sir Dalan walks over to Princess Gwendolln. He bows and offers the woman a polite but rather sad smile. "A pleasure to meet you once more your Royal Highness. Perhaps my wife told you of my reaction but I was saddened to hear of Lord Merdoc's passing."

Garym rises in polite greeting to the Druid. "I am Sir Garym; I believe you are Diarmuid, and Sir Gracian ask you to speak with me. I face a problem that I am unable to solve. I am hoping for wisdom and aid in helping the maiden I call Lethe."

Some time (and drink or two) later he glanced over at Robert, and where he was chatting with Ellowyn.  Fiona was far too busy to interrupt, but he could certain pull his lord away from a chat with the wife of a friend.  Approaching the pair, he bows slightly before addressing them "My Lord and Lady, I apologize for interrupting, but I was hoping to borrow Earl Robert for a moment."

Ellowyn bows and retreats, while Sir Robert looks up at his two knights, "of course, what can I do for you?"  He squints slightly before adding, "I hope this is not more girl troubles."

Perin can't help but wince slightly "It is and it isn't my lord.  As you no doubt know, to say Praetor Jonathel has handled things poorly in regards to my being accepting as a suitor by the Countess Fiona is something of an understatement.  In that vein, Sir Sejanus here recently brought some information to my attention that is a little concerning." he says, gesturing at the smaller man "The Lady Galeria just confided in Sir Sejanus that she fears that her fact is acting 'a little crazed' of late.  She claims that he is worried about his line of succession, since her brother disappeared.  In addition, apparently he has been poring over maps of Salisbury, and had a meeting with some masked and hooded men who were ushered into and out of the castle with great secrecy.”  Blowing out a heavy breath, he adds "Now it could simply be an overactive imagination, but I thought it was worth at least bringing to your attention sire."
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"Handled things poorly . . . in what way?" he asks a little suspiciously.  "Has he slandered you or the Countess?" he asks in a concerned voice.  "Or said that he would maim or kill you?"

Looking over at Sir Sejanus he inquires, "is there anything more the Lady Galeria said or could tell us?  I am not sure why we should be troubled over his study habits or who he sees and does not when we know aught of who they are."  With a snort he notes, "he could be planning a surprise party for her for all that we know.  It is generally best not to meddle overmuch in the affairs of Dukes and Kings when one can avoid it," he opines.

"He became quite enraged, and seemed barely able to control himself in my presence after our hunt.  So nothing overt, but we both know there are ways to issue threats without coming right out and saying as much.  But perhaps Sir Sejanus can shed some light on the matter?  He is far more familiar with he family than I."
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The Earl shrugs, "he is a Duke.  Being shown up by a fresh-made knight would infuriate me.  That he was able to control himself is admirable.  If he has not said anything slanderous or overtly threatened anyone, you would be wise not to speak ill of him in public."

With a snort he continues, "honestly, I half expected him to show up here and trounce you, either in a challenge or during the Melee.  I was planning to keep some knights close to you during the Melee just in case."

He directs his attention back to Sir Sejanus.

 Sejanus looked his Lord, square in the eye. " He speaks truth, My Lord, it is what I was told my his daughter. Even if it costs me her favor, a potential threat to the realm outweighs all."

 Even as he said those words, he felt a sudden pain in his gut. He broke her confidence,and slandered her father.  Sejanus doubted,  His Lady, would ever speak with him again.

"I am not following, Sir Sejanus," The Earl replies.  "What is the threat to the realm?  What exactly did she say that suggests that there is some mortal danger?  I am afraid that this makes no sense.  There is nothing inherently sinister about looking at maps or disguising visitors from your daughter.  And the Duke has four sons and three daughters.  Why would he of all people be concerned about his succession?"

He sighs and rubs his temples, "perhaps if you start at the beginning with what exactly she said?" he suggests.

" I was concerned that the Duke might be thinking of using force of arms, to succeed,where his charms as concerns the countess, failed. I was told his son is missing,and the Duke is beside himself over the succession of his house."

The Earl spins his hand around to indicate that there should be more forthcoming, "why would you think that, Sir Sejanus?  The Duke is not going to send an army against one of King Arthur's subjects unless he wants Arthur to crush him and everyone who follows him.  If he wants to force Countess Fiona's hand, he will go to King Arthur to plead his case as he is her liege."

Shaking his head he goes on in a slightly exasperated tone, "and again, he has seven children, surely Lady Galaria mentioned at some point that she has a half-dozen siblings, right?"

(It was, in fact, the first thing she told him when he came over to see her in Dorset.)

Perin claps Sejanus on the shoulder "My friend, I believe that unless you know more, we are being encouraged to leave well enough alone." he states, arching an eyebrow quizzically at Robert, as if seeking confirmation. "The last thing anyone wants is to give reason for a man of his stature to take offense." He leaves unsaid of course the fact that if Sejanus continues in this vein and publicly slanders the Duke somehow, that there is little doubt that the man will defend his honor violently.
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 Sejanus raised an eyebrow at Sir Perin. "So it seems. The matter is dropped."

 The young Knight would look at the Earl,and bow his hear. " Your pardon,My Lord, this matter shall not be brought up again."
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"You misunderstand," the Earl responds.  "You both believe that the Duke is up to something, strongly enough to bring it to my attention.  I would not have gotten as far as I have in life by ignoring my instincts or the instincts of those who serve under me.  What I am telling you in no uncertain terms is that your conclusion that the Duke is planning to invade Salisbury makes no sense.  First, King Arthur is my liege and the Duke's and the King is working very hard to unify the kingdom.  The Duke is not going to jeopardize that by open warfare over a woman, however desirable.  Second, if this is about Countess Fiona, then the Duke is not going to attack here as she is only here right now because of a tournament with over 500 knights."

He pauses to make sure this is all sinking in.  "What I am trying to determine is exactly what you were told so that we can figure out what is actually going on.  The next course is about to start and since you don't seem to want to tell me exactly what was said, please go back and find Galeria and get more details.  When did this start, how is this different than before, when were these visitors, only once, what else did she notice about them, what is the deal with succession?"

Once more he looks at each of the knights in turn and nods his head to insure that they understand.  "Let me know in the morning what you have found out," he concludes.

"Thank you my lord, your advice is sound, and I defer to your greater experience in these matters." Perin says before bowing and spinning on his heels.  As the pair walks away, he murmurs quietly to Sejanus "Truthfully if the Duke has not set his sights on the Countess, that leaves only one person of any importance for him in Salisbury... me.  Unfortunately it's not as if I can talk to your lady, who is the only person who would know more.  So I am afraid that I must ask for your help in this matter my friend.  Please do what you can to find out what the Duke is plotting"

The waiters bring out the final course, assorted fresh fruit.  People head back to their seats and finish an enjoyable meal as musicians play some light dining music.  At length the meal is over and the Earl thanks his guests and the feast concludes.

As always, there is an after party that involves a great deal of drinking.

Perhaps an opportune time to drown ones' sorrows after exiting the joust early or in preparation for fighting a cat of some kind on the morrow.

The Tournament - Day 2

The Salisbury knights mostly relax in the morning as they have neither challenged nor been challenged by any knights.

After the noon meal, the stands are filled once more for the much-anticipated arena fights!  With great fanfare, the animals are led into the ring and shown to the spectators before being placed in their pens.

The first animal battle is between local favorite Sir Dalan and a rare panther.  Sir Dalan comes out through a door in the side of the arena to the cheering of the crowd.  Soon after, the panther is released.

The panther slinks along the edge of the arena, eyeing the armored knight warily.  Then, with a disturbing suddenness, it springs forward.  Sir Dalan strikes with his sword, hitting the beast and leaving a gash along its side, as the panther's bite misses the mark.

Sir Dalan, rolled 2 using 1d20.  Sword.
Panther, rolled 19 using 1d20.  Bite.
Sir Dalan, rolled 16 using 5d6+2.  Damage.
The Panther takes 16 - 5 = 11 damage.

Bounding back at the knight, the panther attempts to claw Sir Dalan, managing to hit the knight with one paw as Sir Dalan slices the cat with his sword.  The Panther collapses to the arena floor and moves no more.

Sir Dalan, rolled 7 using 1d20.  Sword.
Panther, rolled 17 using 1d20.  Claws.
Panther, rolled 4 using 2d20.  Claws.
Sir Dalan, rolled 22 using 5d6+2 with rolls of 6,3,5,5,1.  Damage.
Panther, rolled 10 using 4d6 with rolls of 4,2,2,2.  Damage.
The Panther takes 22 - 5 = 17 damage and is knocked unconscious.
Sir Dalan takes 10 - 12 - 6 = 0 damage.

The crowd roars as Sir Dalan easily kills the panther.  Some in the crowd seem to think in fact that it was too easy.

Sir Dalan gets a check in Sword, 75 Glory, 1£ in prize money, and a panther pelt.

Sir Dalan feels less happy with his victory than he might have expected. For one that beast, though formidable had not the sheer strength to get through his armour. Perhaps he should have faced the bear. For another thing he felt a tremor of remorse at slaying so vibrant and beautiful a creature.

Still he bowed to the stands and departed the field to watch the next contest, his mind swimming. The pelt would go to Lady Ellowyn of course. He'd thought to make it his symbol on his shield and banner but now... he wasn't quite so sure...

Indeed, the arena gets off to a slow start as Sir Dalan mauls the panther.  Still, it is sport and the crowd remains enthusiastic.

- - - - -

Next up, an Ordinary knight from Devon steps into the ring to boisterous applause.  He sets himself and awaits his opponent, a large brown bear.  The bear lumbers out of its enclosure and rears onto its hind legs, standing more than seven feet tall.  Dropping down on all fours once more it swings its massive paws at the knight who hits it with his sword.  However, the bear ignores the sword as it slams into the knight, who goes over backwards.  Although the claws only scratch the knight, he is now prone.

The bear then jumps on the knight, who struggles to rise but is knocked down by the force of the blow and lies still.  A half dozen knights with shields rush in, attempting to encircle the fallen knight.

The bear takes one last swipe at the fallen knight but misses.  The knights manage to separate the combatants and drag the limp body of the knight out of the arena.

The Bear criticalled . . . twice.

- - - - -

The crowd is silent, watching as the bear mauls the first knight and cheering as the other knights manage to rescue him.  There is a bit of a break as the next competitor is brought in and the bear is released once more.

This fight, however, goes very differently.  The knight tags the bear one time after another, wearing it down, before killing it.  The bear manages to hit the knight on its post-mortem blow but the blow does not penetrate the knight's armor.

The crowd goes wild once more.  The knight receives 2£ in prize money and the bear pelt.

- - - - -

There is a bit of a break before the match between the lion and Sir Lamorak commences.  After the bear's spirited performance, and knowing a bit about how dangerous a lion can be, the cheering for the famous Round Table knight is rather more spirited and takes a while to die down.

At length, the crowd settles down for what they hope will be a less one-sided fight.  Sir Lamorak readies his lance and then the door to the lion's enclosure opens.

The lion springs forward immediately in a blur of orangish-brown.  Sir Lamorak falls back a step (splitting his attack evenly) to receive the blow but catches his right foot and falters (fumble) his lance slipping out of his hand.  The Lion hits Sir Lamorak with both claws, the first slashing his chest and the second (critical) killing him instantly.

The crowd is absolutely silent, as if not wanting to believe what they just saw.

- - - - -

The phalanx of knights reappears and drags Sir Lamorak's body from the arena.  Meanwhile, Sir Perin, who just witnessed Sir Lamorak'c defeat, is led down to the empty enclosure in preparation for his own fight.

Once inside, and the door closed, Fiona steps out of the shadows and walks across to him.  With a chuckle, she remarks "now you know why he wasn't my champion," before kissing him rather urgently on the lips.  Disengaging she murmurs, "go get'em tiger," before melting back into the shadows as the door opens to let Sir Perin out into the arena.  He feels warm all over. like he could conquer the world (Invoked Love (Fiona)).

Perin watches the events in horror as Sir Lamorak is brutally killed in the span of a heat beat.  Blowing out a heavy breath, he steadies himself.  All men are nervous before a battle, no matter how experienced they are, no matter how minor a fight may seem.  Anyone who says anything less is lying.  Still, there is a way to focus that nervous energy and put it to good use; and Perin refuses to let the horror of what just happened to shake his focus.

Fiona's presence doesn't surprise him at first, and smiling, he kisses his lady love back quite passionately.  "Of course my love.  And I'll hold you to that promise..." It's only after she departs that he remembers, he had just seen her in the stands with her knights scant moments ago.  How did she get down here?

Sir Perin is greeted by a rousing cheer.  It seems that the crowd is doing what they can to support the local knight and as no others have signed up to face the lion, it is the last chance to make good.

Readying himself, Sir Perin is prepared for the speed of the beast.  Or at least, so he thought.  He watches the gate rising and even still the thing is almost upon him before he realizes it.  He stabs at it with his lance and manages to hit it but it is too fast and manages to rake its claws along his armor and shield, which absorb the blow.  Sir Perin is able to block the second blow, however.

Sir Perin, rolled 8 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Perin, rolled 11 using 1d20.  Lance.
Lion, rolled 9 using 1d20.  Claws.
Lion, rolled 3 using 1d20.  Claws.
Lion, rolled 18 using 7d6 with rolls of 4,1,2,1,3,3,4.  Damage.
Sir Perin, rolled 9 using 1d20 with rolls of 9.  Dexterity.
Sir Perin takes 18 - 12 - 3 - 6 = 0 damage and remains on his feet.

Sir Perin and the lion trade blows, each scoring hits on the other.  Sir Perin's hit is rather weak, with most of the force being absorbed by the lion's thick hide.  The Lion's blow, however, manages to make it through Sir Perin's shield and armor and gives him a nasty scratch along his left side.

Sir Perin, rolled 5 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Perin, rolled 14 using 1d20.  Lance.
Lion, rolled 3 using 1d20.  Claws.
Lion, rolled 18 using 1d20.  Claws.
Sir Perin, rolled 11 using 6d6 with rolls of 3,2,1,2,1,2.  Damage.
Lion, rolled 30 using 7d6 with rolls of 5,4,3,6,3,5,4.  Damage.
Sir Perin, rolled 4 using 1d20.  Dexterity.
Sir Perin takes 30 - 12 - 3 - 6 = 9 damage and remains standing.
The Lion takes 11 - 10 = 1 damage.

The crowd gasps as Sir Perin and the Lion trade blows once more and both come away a little bloody, with Sir Perin taking the worse of it.  Circling, the two attack each other once more and this time Sir Perin manages to not only score a hit but also parry the Lion's second set of razor-sharp claws.

Sir Perin, rolled 9 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Perin, rolled 19 using 1d20.  Lance.
Lion, rolled 4 using 1d20.  Claws.
Lion, rolled 2 using 1d20.  Claws.
Sir Perin, rolled 22 using 6d6 with rolls of 3,6,1,3,5,4.  Damage.
The Lion takes 22 - 10 = 12 points of damage.

The crowd is getting more excited as the battle continues and their knight appears to be getting the better of the lion, although everyone knows how quickly things can change.

Sir Perin skewers the lion again and again manages to block the return blow.  This time he does a bit more significant damage and the lion looks like it is really wounded.

Sir Perin, rolled 5 using 1d20.  Lance.
Sir Perin, rolled 15 using 1d20.  Lance.
Lion, rolled 1 using 1d20.  Claws.
Lion, rolled 1 using 1d20.  Claws.
Sir Perin, rolled 28 using 6d6 with rolls of 5,1,5,5,6,6.  Damage.
The Lion takes 28 - 10 = 18 damage.

Feeling that he needs to make a decisive hit, Sir Perin goes full-on offense, taking a blow from the Lion before striking a shattering blow back on the beast.  The Lion's strike, while true, is feeble and barely does any damage.  Sir Perin's return blow (critical) pierces the beast's heart and the lion lies still.

The crowd erupts with cheers as Sir Perin slays the beast.

Sir Perin get a check in Lance, 5£ in Prize money, and 250 Glory for killing the lion.

With the arena competition over, and all of the animals defeated, the stands slowly clear as people head back to their lodging before the final feast in a few hours.  Many are looking forward to the melee on the morrow.

Garym had spent most the day with Lethe after meeting with Diarmuid. He still did not have much hope, and it was wearing on him. He needed to distract himself from the problem, so he went seeking out the others in the melee. He needed to find Sir Gracian to thank him for the introduction to Diarmund. But, first he wanted to congratulate Perin on defeating the lion.
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Perin was trying to extricate himself from the various well wishers, when he catches sight of Sir Garym.  He takes a moment to study the man's face as they approach one another.  After all, given how their last interaction ended, he's more than a little wary. Still, Perin, seemingly in a good mood like always smiles as he crushes the man's hand in a firm grip before pulling the man into a hug.  "Brother, it's good to see you again!" he booms.
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Garym was not use to over comfortable with such shows of affection between men. He believed in a certain decorum, but he had always found Perin to go to the edge of social norms. Perhaps, this was the one of the reasons he was so drawn to the Countess. "Congratulations on your victory. I heard it was quite decisive. I was hoping that we and a few of those that journey with us last year would want talk about the Grand Melee ahead."

If Perin senses Garym's discomfort, it doesn't show.  However he quickly releases the man and smiles broadly.  "Thank you my friend!  And yes, talking ahead of tomorrow's event is never remiss.  Did you have some sort of clever strategy in mind?"

"Often in the Grand Melee, the knights overly focus on the individual combat. In a melee such as this should be about positioning. An aggressive push forward towards the flag. The flanks focusing on simply defense. The center unit pushes forward in a corridor formation. Lines of knights on both side trying to keep a corridor open from the flag back to the home base. A small group of knights grab the flag. The rider with the flag focuses on maneuver while his protectors keep attackers away. The downside since we are fighting towards this goal that the unit whole will suffer greater damage. If, the ploy fails there is a strong chance the flanks will fall, and the columns will disintegrate. Then the home team would be outnumbered."




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Perin smiles and tips his hand in acknowledgement of Garym's point "Indeed, individual combat and honor are often foremost on the combatant's minds here, and your point about teamwork is well taken.  Still, I hesitate against ending the event too early.  After all, much like the gladiators of ancient Rome, what we are doing is very much for show, is it not?
 Still, I'm sure that we can find a way to put your clever mind to use, and ensure that the people get the show that they want."

"I care little about their show. As I heard the battle with the lion was quite decisive. With your argument perhaps you should of let the lion fight longer." Garym actually chuckled at his own joke, but quickly stopped once he realized that he was laughing. He could not stop thinking of Lethe.

"You are correct it is a show, but not the one you think. It is important that we win this melee. It sends a message to friend and foe that Salisbury is well protected. Secondly, in war we would never seek to extend the battle. I am not one who believes that tourneys are only a game. This is why men like you and I exist. To give any less than my fullest effort would be a shame I could not live with."

"Wise words, my friend Garym" says Sir Gracian as he quietly steps up and joins the discussion. "The Grand Melee is far from a show. It is a way for the world to see the might of Salisbury, our Earl and by that also our King. Defeat is not an option as it would reflect poorly on our Earl and our King."

"Decisive yes, but very much a show.  Still, your point is well taken my friend."  Seeing Gracian approach, his smile grows even wider "In truth, I should very much like to find a certain gentleman who has made a variety of... remarks about my lady over the years.  I'm thinking he's owed a lance to the chest."

"I do not know what you are talking about my friend - I never doubted your chances against that lion." Gracian answers with a grin and embrace the two men. "Although I admit I think I held my breath during the entire fight. I think I will much rather face a Saxon warband or a giant rather than facing a lion."

"Hah!  Well that makes one of us I suppose!"  At the mention of Saxons, some of the mirth leaves his face and his smile becomes a bit more strained.  Perin is of course, half Saxon himself, and it's something that the other children would never let him forget growing up.  Old wounds never truly heal after all.  However the brooding expression is quickly replaced with a fierce looking smile as he asks "So my friends, if it's not too much trouble, might I ask for your help in finding a Sir Loftrees in the field tomorrow?  Like I mentioned, he was responsible for tormenting my lady for quite some time, so I'd very much like to return the favor."

"Would it not be wiser to face him by challenge. If, he has besmirched your ladies honor then he should face your blade, or offer apologies for his rudeness. Let your lady see that you are willing to protect her honor. It also sends a message to others that might wish to intrude in your amour in the future."

"Fortunately he has not done so within earshot of myself since we have started courting.  So I'm afraid that 'stumbling' across him in the chaos of the melee is the best I can hope for.  And my lady is all too aware of what I'm willing to do at her behest" he says gesturing towards the arena, and obviously referring to his recent fight with the lion.
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"Again I have to agree with Sir Garym. There is greater glory in you challenging him to a duel than us launching upon him like a pack of wolves. I hate to tell you this Sir Perin but our friend here ..." he points to Garym "... speak wisely. Perhaps he has been listening to the words of wise old men more than you have Sir Perin." he adds with a smile and winks to Sir Garym.

"So what has this Sir Loftrees said? ... or rather what is he supposed to have said?"

Once again the mirth drains from Perin's face as he fixes his friend with a cold stare "I am not asking you to fight my battles for my friend, as I am obviously more than capable of handling it on my own.  I'm simply asking you to ensure that if I do find him, that our encounter is uninterrupted."

Blowing out a heavy breath, he closes his eyes for a moment as he attempts to steady himself.  These are his friends after all, they're simply concerned about him.  "And it's not what he said, it's what he did.  After his own attempts at winning her heart failed, he turned asking the Countess to dance into a game.  He'd goad the younger knights into doing so on any occasion he had, ensuring that she was constantly being hounded during feasts."
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"I am sorry if my words offended you my friend. I am merely concerned for you. You and I grew up together and I know you are a man of courage and determination. But I also know how headstrong you can be. I could just leave you to your own but what kind of friend would I be then? I have no doubt that Sir Loftrees is a bully and if I can help you then you know I will."

He takes a deep breath unsure if he should go on or not. "Love is a strange thing and it has many shapes. But ... France? Lions? ... she is a dangerous woman, my friend."

Perin smiles slightly and waves away his friend's apology "None is necessary my friend.  After all, your words are honest and come from a place of concern; an admirable quality in a friend.  And I assure you, this is not a case of one sided affection.  You are not privy to how she acts in private, so please trust me when I say, she truly is unique and worthy of all the effort."  The smile suddenly returns, and chuckling slightly, he claps his friend on the shoulder, adding "Me?  Headstrong?  Never!"
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Garym had heard that women were very capable of deceiving most males. Garym was not totally certain of this truth, but it rang very true. "We will of course stand by your side. I still believe it wiser to challenge him. Accuse him publically, and force him to deny that it has happened. At that point, he is yours. Challenge him claiming that you will prove him wrong by divine right. When, he loses his cronies will no longer so willingly do his bidding."

At length the afternoon wears on and the final evening feast begins.  There is a lot of talk about the arena events, be it the cool precision with which Sir Dalan handled the panther, or with which the bear was dispatched, or the rather tragic defeat of Sir Lamorak and the knight who was badly mauled by the bear, or the more back-and-forth between Sir Perin and the lion and the lion's eventual defeat.

Earl Robert beckons everyone to silence as he congratulates the day's winners, including the absent Sir Dalan, and mourns the death of Sir Lamorak, for whom he requests a moment of silence.

When he is done, the Queen rises and addresses the assembled knights, lords, and ladies.  "A year ago I announced the creation of the Court of Love.  All true knights should endeavor to find and nourish the values of Courtly love wherever they may be found across our great kingdom.  The Court of Love and the Round Table are two sides of the same coin," she announces.  "Completing a Quest for Love is as high an honor as any other Martial or Chivalrous Quest."

After this announcement, the servers begin to bring out the first course as the tables erupt into conversation.  Popular topics include the day's events in the arena, the implications of the Queen's speech on filling the empty seat on the Round Table, and of course the match between Sir Perin and Countess Fiona.

After the first course, which was loach in cold green sauce, the waiters bring out some poached cod.  Both are quite good and there is plenty of wine and ale with which to wash it down.

As the servers come to clear the first couple of courses, the entertainers circulate and people begin to move around a bit.

What would people like to do?  There is plenty of gossip and speculation going on.  If you have already received a check in something (like dancing) it may be worth trying out some other skills.

Ariette and Fiona are currently chatting together.  Galeria is talking to a couple of ladies from Silchester.

Sir Garym: Ellowyn, who is here by herself, is willing to watch over Arianwen if you would like to bring her along.

Garym had brought Lady Lethe to the feast. He could no longer stand the idea of her not being her. He was seated with many of Salisbury's single vassal knights. Ellowyn had been kind offering to sit with Lethe. Garym could not help help, but to continue staring in Lethe direction. She seemed to want to come, but this was more people then she had been around since Garym found her.

The usually cheerful Perin was doubly so; and it seems that something has put the large man in quite a good mood ahead of the feast.  Noticing Garym enter with a woman he didn't recognize, he made a note to ask his brother knight about it later.  He wasn't aware that Garym had been actively courting someone, so it was quite a curious sight.

Scanning the room, and seeing Fiona otherwise occupied, he decided to make the most of the situation and socialize.  The fact that he was linked to the Countess, and had killed the beast that had slain Sir Lamorak meant that people were approaching him to speak, rather than the other way around.

Sir Gracian arrived at the feast with his wife, the fair Lady Ariette. He was cheerful after an afternoon spend doing his best to secure an heir and now he was at the feast along with his beautiful wife enjoying fine meals and wine and good company. His wife looked ravishing and soon after the first course she was deep in conversation with Fiona giving him the opportunity to slip away and see old friends.

The loss of Sir Lamorak and the absence of his friend Sir Dalan put a damper on the festivities but only slightly. He could see Sir Perin being the center of attention and he couldnt help but smile. Just 10 years ago all this was just a dream but now he was living that dream. He was a knight, he was famous, he was rich, he was married and he felt like nothing could stop him. He could not see Sir Sejanus but he was sure the bookworm was busy courting Lady Galeria and with a little luck he could make up for last nights comments.

But where was Sir Garym? Oh there he was. And could that be the fair maden Lethe that he had mentioned? The young Garym could hardly keep his eyes off of her and seemed to have a look of despair in his eyes. Gracian sighed and walked up behind Sir Garym, placed his hands on his friend's shoulders and whispered in his ear. "I can see why you are in love, my friend. Dont deny it. You want to protect her and spend your life keeping her safe. It pains you to see her lost to this world and I do not blame you. But fear not ... no Angel, Demon or Fey will keep you from bringing her back to life so you can give her your heart. Trust me, my friend. And know this - I promise to fight by your side if you ask it of me. No matter what it takes we will get her back."

He clapped his friend on his back and already knew he had said too much. What was it that suddenly made him so eager to help Sir Garym find love? Perhaps it was the wine - or perhaps it was because he himself was in love and wanted the world to feel the way he felt. He scanned the room and saw his wife laugh at something Lady Fiona said and he heart beat a little faster. He laughter always made him smile.

"Trust me." he repeated and clapped Sir Garym's back trying to reassure his young friend that things would eventually turn out to the best.

 Sir Sejanus joined the Feast,at the table with his fellow Knights."Greetings Brothers, I trust I did not miss anything of importance."

As his fellows chat, Sir Perin circulates a bit, basking in the sudden bout of fame and attention.  He was a complete unknown at last year's Pentecost feast, although some tongues began to wag when he danced with the Countess.  Now, however, everyone seemed to know his name and is happy to greet him and praise his prowess, with the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, although none are drunk enough to mention the witch part openly.

He has a hard time finding out much about what people think about his courtship of Fiona as people seem somewhat loathe to talk about him to his face and even less inclined to talk about the Countess.  Mostly he can get a few general vibes from off-hand comments.  People, for instance, seem to have noticed that Fiona is much more engaged than she normally is at these events.  They also seem to think it is a good match, even if Sir Perin is well below her station.  There is some good-natured ribbing about her supporting him . . . well, at least it seems good-natured enough.  People are still pretty sure that she is a witch though, even if none come out and actually say that.

In truth, Perin is a bit taken back by his newfound fame, but he does his best to make the most of it.  People that would otherwise never deign to notice him, are now in fact seeking him out to talk.  And so the young knight heads into a far different kind of battle than he is used to, armed with nothing more than a charming smile.  While it's a battle he has no chance of winning, he can at least hope to not make a fool out of himself.

After a number of conversations, he's surprised to hear that folks think him a decent enough match for the Countess, even with the significant disparity in their status.  And while he's sure that a few of the good natured jabs about being a kept man were anything but good natured, he lets them slide.  Let other people think what they want, he knows the truth of the matter.  Truth be told, he was eternally grateful to Fiona for her support, especially with how she handled the situation with the poor harvest.  As for the witch thing, well, let the superstitious rabble think whatever they want.

Eventually he manages to disengage himself and begin making his way back towards the table where it looks like his brothers have been chatting for quite some time, though the conversation seems to be winding down.
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Garym wanted to deny what Sir Gracian was saying, but he could not. His face seemed to change melt from his harden look to something softer. Maybe there was hope still.  "Thank you. Gracian."

The moment was broken when Sejanus came. Garym still wanted to meet him in the lists to do some training. He knew that the man was not to blame. His own Priest had given him similar advice until Garym put an end to it. But, Garym needed to be mad at some one, and for now Sejanus was convenient.

"You are welcome my friend." Gracian said before returning to his wife. But on the way he stopped and listened to the bards sing songs of love or tell tales of a glorious past. He listened to them closely and for a moment there he became jealous of Sir Dalan. His singing was legendary and Gracian couldnt even hum without people sticking wool in their ears.

At some point he finally got up and returned to his wife and a joyful evening of feasting. But he stopped drinking and began to mentally prepare himself for the Grand Melee tomorrow. He did not want to wake up tomorrow with a hangover and he was determined to see Sir Lamorak and pay him the final respect before the Grand Melee.

Sir Sejanus joins the group at the tail end of Sir Gracian's conversation with Sir Garym.  Soon after, Sir Perin returns to the table and the servers are back at their work, first with a selection of cheeses, and once those are being devoured, roast bream and darioles.  As always, the wine and ale are flowing.

When the dishes from the third and fourth courses are being taken away, the entertainers circulate once more with jugglers and acrobats parading about and performing on the dance floor.

Dancing seems to be out of the question.  Which might be fortunate because Fiona and Ariette, who have been chatting for some time, have walked over to Ellowyn's table and are now in the midst of an animated discussion with her.  Garym is pretty sure that the young lady he brought to the feast is smiling for the first time since arriving.  Galeria, meanwhile, is talking to several Roman knights from Silchester.

It seems that the men are on their own once more . . .

Sir Garym gets a check in Awareness.

"The morrow should be most stimulating for all concerned. When the final feast is concluded at the end of the Melee, there is an important matter I wish to present to you all." Said Sejanus, the last part,in a most serious tone of voice.

Noticing the serious look on his friend's face, Perin frowns and nods "Of course brother."  While he's concerned about his friend, hes more than a little distracted.  As Fiona and Ariette, who had been speaking for quite some time have now walked over to Ellowyn's table and are chatting amiably with the young woman.

Deciding that he too should continue to be social, Perin takes his leave of his brother knights and departs.
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 Sejanus nodded to Perin. " Sir Perin, when you have a moment, there is a matter I wish to speak with you about."

The Ladies continue to chat until the final course is brought forth, baked apples.  Soon after, the feast concludes and the participants head off toward bed in order to be fresh for the melee in the morning . . . or to continue drinking and carousing somewhere.

Ariette rejoins her husband, Ellowyn returns to her own room escorted by Sir Dalan's knights, Arianwen returns to Sir Garym and seems in a better mood than Sir Garym can ever recall, and Fiona and Sir Perin head off with FIona's knights.

Anything else anyone wants to do before the Melee?

Garym was distracted throughout the feast. He was jealous in a way that he could not make her smile as she was when she returned to him. He hated the fact that he was jealous that others were sharing in the beauty that she brought to his life.

He barely heard the many toasts and jests that were made at the feast. Finally, when she came back to him he could once again breathe. He cherished the few minutes they had together before she was guided back to her room. He did not say much. He did not really know what to say, but somehow she made him feel like it was not necessary to speak.

The Melee was tomorrow, and as much as he looked forward to competing in it. He looked more forward to the feast afterwards, so that he may once again steal a few minutes from time to spend with Lethe.

N.B.  This is the second and final feast of the tournament.  After the melee, the tournament is over although many people will be staying (or arriving) for Sir Lamorak's funeral on the following day (Sunday).

The knights find their way to their accommodations and get a good night's sleep, waking refreshed in the morning.  Those who choose to pay their respects to Sir Lamorak, everyone is free to have breakfast.  The melee begins at 10:00 and participants are generally getting ready by 09:00.

Sir Gracian is in charge of himself and his 6 knights from Stonewall, as well as Sir Dalan's 12 knights from Dover's Crossing.  Sir Perin is in charge of the 24 knights from Hereford.  Sir Garym and Sir Sejanus are responsible only for themselves.  If anyone has any overall strategy or personal plans for the battle, let them post here or forever hold their piece.  Unless there are suggestions, the battle plans for the two sides are set.  Sir Elad will be commanding Earl Robert's side and Duke Ulfius of Silchester will be commanding the opposing side.

If people have no preference for what they do in the battle, then they will just roll random opponents and be assumed to be together with other PC knights.

Sejanus would join the Knights of Earl Robert under Sir Elad.

All of the PCs are fighting on Earl Robert's side.  The question is whether there is anything special anyone wants to do?  Charge for the flag; Guard the flag; Try to find Knight X and smack him around; Fight on the Right/Left flank; Have three of my knights ahead of me and the others behind and charge toward the enemy flag from the right side and once there, I grab the flag and the rest of my knights open a hole for me back up the center; etc.

At last the time arrives for the Grand Melee.  Hundreds of knights are lined up on each side.  After everyone is positioned, the official waves his flag and the melee begins.  There is a thundering of hooves as both flanks of both armies charge forward.  The Salisbury team sends Sir Garym, Sir Gracian, Sir Perin, Sir Sejanus, and their knights to hit the enemy's left flank, with approximate even numbers.  The Opposing team sends 100 knights against the Salisbury left flank with two-to-one odds.

Sir Sejanus and Sir Gracian are unhorsed, taking 15 points (including fall damage) and 11 points (including fall damage) respectively.  Sir Garym and Sir Perin manage to hit their opponents but are unable to knock them from their horses.  Switching to swords, the knights prepare to continue the fight.  Two of Sir Gracian's knights, 3 of Sir Dalan's knights, and 1 of the Hereford knights are also unhorsed.  The enemy in this part of the field looks much worse off.  Of the original 50, about 15 are unhorsed.

What is the plan?  Press on, help your fellow regain their mounts, flee in panic?  Sir Sejanus and Sir Gracian will require the round to get back to their feet.  If faced by chivalrous knights, their opponents may take the turn to dismount.  If sufficient forces remain with them to protect them, they can remount this turn and begin fighting on horseback next turn.

Check out Game Map - Group 1 at the bottom of the page in the pulldown, View, Force Reload if it still says Start in the upper right corner.

Perin is still engaged with the young knight, so he'll push on and try to finish him.  While he won't stop to cover for his brothers directly (they've got men of their own), he'll order his knights to switch to the mounted enemy, thereby allowing the dismounted men either time to remount, or the ability to fight on equal footing against the enemy knights who have also been dismounted.
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Garym drew his sword; he hoped he saw an advantage that would give the Home team the advantage. Yelling through the rage of battle was not an easy thing, "Perin, if we hold are position here we shall have an advantage. They will either need to reinforce, or we will out number them soon."

Garym did not need to dismount the foe he fought was still mounted, so Garym continued his attack on him.

At Sir Garym's suggestions, the Salisbury right flank holds position and continues to attack the Opposition's left flank.

Sir Garym squares off against his opponent and both hit but the Old Knight's blow rings true (Sir Garym takes 3 points of damage and gets a check in Horsemanship).  Sir Perin, meanwhile, goes berserk, allowing his opponent to hit him . . . feebly, before criticalling the young knight, killing him instantly.  (Sir Perin gets a check in Cruel).

Sir Gracian's knights form up around Sir Gracian and Sir Sejanus, allowing them to remount.  All knights can attack from horseback against new opponents next round.  The Hereford knights take down several of the opposing knights.

On the far flank, the heavily outnumbered Salisbury left flank has held off the attacking enemy, even pushing them back.  Salisbury reinforcements arrive on the left flank, while some other reserves position themselves behind the right flank.

Map updated, what next?

"We need to hold this flank. The left advancing. If, we can hold they will have to commit to the left or be flanked." Garym knew if they could hold for a little longer the opposition would need to shift their forces.

Perin watched the knight opposing him drop like a stone.  He hadn't meant to actually hurt the young man, but when the red mist of battle had descended, intent meant little.  Besides, he was sure that it was nothing too serious and that they would have a good laugh about it over a drink tonight.  Still, he needed to get control, and so he forced himself to focus, just in time to catch Garym's words.  "Indeed my friend!" he shouts, before quickly finding himself engaged in combat again, as another knight moves forward to avenge his fallen comrade.
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The Salisbury right flank remains in position, attacking their opponent's left flank but not pressing forward or falling back.  Sir Gracian and Sir Garym both hit their opponents but are struck in return, their armor and shields deflecting all of the damage.  Sir Gracian gets a point in Horsemanship.  Sir Perin hits his opponent, who struck less forcefully.  The Old knight takes 5 points of damage and falls from his horse.  Sir Sejanus is hit for 5 points of damage after striking his opponent.  He remains in the saddle this time however.  Sir Sejanus gets a check in Horsemanship.

After their flank attack stalled against an inferior force, the opponent's force finally starts to gain some ground.  Only the arrival of reinforcements keeps the Salisbury left flank from crumpling.  Meanwhile, the opponents bring up reserves to counter the Salisbury reserves and start pushing against the center.

  Map updated.  What now?

 Sejanus shook of the recent buffet from an opposing Knight. He suddenly broke ranks and made an attempt to make a wide flanking maneuver around the opposing knights. The opposition had to react to his sudden move, either that or Sejanus might make it to the others flag, At best, his sudden move might catch them off guard, and at worst, they had to detach one or more riders to intercept him, causing gaps in their ranks that his side might be able to take advantage of and break through.

Perin frowned as Sejanus broke rank, but he didn't pay the fellow much heed.  His own opponent was unhorsed, so he turned his attention to one of the opposing knights still in the saddle.  After all, it wouldn't be honorable to take strike the man while he was recovering.

Taking an unopposed hit from the knight he faced, (and 9 damage) Sir Sejanus wheels his horse and gallops around the right flank, heading toward the enemy flag.  There is a noticeable gasp and then cheers from the crowd, which quickly turns to a roar from the Salisbury fans when the Hereford knights, seemingly as one, disengage and follow, all in formation on their sleek black Andalusian chargers.  The 20 Hereford knights able to pull out screen Sir Sejanus, who can make it to the flag next round and (with a successful horsemanship roll) grab the flag.

Sir Elad splits his reserves and sends them forward.  Duke Ulfius attempts to cut off Sir Sejanus and the Hereford knights.  The Salisbury left continues to hold off the superior oppponent right flank.

With a serious numerical advantage, the opponent left matches two-to-one on most of the Salisbury right flank.  Sir Garym gets an Ordinary knight, who hits him for 10 damage, while he blocks the blow from the previous Old knight.  Sir Gracian gets hit by two Old knights, and falls from his horse, taking 3 and 5 damage.  Sir Perin gets a pair of young knights but neither is able to wound him.

Expect to be facing 2+ knights each next round.  Figure out what you want to do and how you wish to split your attacks if necessary.  Except for Sir Sejanus, who seems to be in the clear.

"Michael's Sword!!!" Garym cursed as Sejanus and the Hereford Knights advanced. A gutsy move by Sejanus if it works, but if it fails it would be costly for many. "Allow them to push you back, so that we have support from reserves"


OOC: Ignore Old Knight. Attack Ordinary
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Perin watched as Sejanus, with the support of the Hereford knights disengaged from combat.  Hearing Garym curse, he almost did the same, but for different reasons.  He'd been too focused on solo combat to make effective use of the knights given to him by Fiona.  His first chance to prove himself as a commander and he'd pissed into the wind.  Growling, he barks "No, we hold here!" and strikes at one of the younger knights.

Perin had already made enough mistakes today, he wouldn't compound them by making even more.  And if they allow themselves to be pushed back, the enemy might be able to disengage and attack Sejanus and Fiona's men.  While there was no hope of winning their current combat, maybe they could keep the enemy tied up long enough for Sejanus to complete his mission...
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 The last blow caused his teeth to chatter, but Sejanus managed to retain himself, in the saddle. He leaned forward, and spurred his mount for all the speed it could give him, as he hurdled towards the prize, the flag of the opposite team.

Sir Elad pushes his reinforcements up, with half preventing the collapse of his left flank, while the other half moves up to the right flank in order to fill any gaps next turn.  Duke Ulfius presses forward with all of his troops, except some reserves, which go to intercept Sir Sejanus and the Hereford knight, who are threatening the flag.

Sir Gracian gets to his feet and the pair of knights facing him get down from their horses and approach him (all three of you can fight next turn).  Sir Garym is hit by both knights facing him, taking 8 damage from the Old knight and 2 from the Ordinary knight.  Sir Perin finds a third knight facing him and he attacks the newcomer, an Ordinary knight.  Sir Perin's strike is true but the Ordinary knight's blow is better, causing 3 damage.  The two young knights both hit but Sir Perin's armor deflects the blows.

Sir Sejanus heads toward the flag while the Hereford knights pivot smoothly and crash into the upcoming reserves.  Despite having fought for several rounds already, the Hereford knights tear through the opposition.  Sir Sejanus grabs the flag and wheels his horse, trying to figure out how to get back to his own lines from here.

Map updated.  What next?

 Sejanus saw the goal of his madness, now within his grasp. The young Knight had only hoped to be a diversion, to draw off the other side’s knights. But it seemed the Good god above had smiled upon his efforts, for his mail gauntleted hand, grasped the opponent’s flag, as he wheeled his mount into the opposite direction to face his own lines.

 Sejanus made a quick study of the field, and saw the Knights of Hertford where near to hand, and must have provided him support for his romp. He raised the prize high into the air, and rode for the men of Hertfort. “Rally to me! Rally to me!! We ride for the Left, to pass between the lines. ONWAARD!!!

And then there were three.  "So much for honot" he grunts, if only to himself; as there was no way his comment would be heard by anyone else over the clash of sword and shield, and the roars of the crowd.  And while the crowd's cheering seemed to indicate that Sejanus' gambit was paying off, Perin couldn't spare a glance to check.  Outnumbered as he was, one slip up and he'd pay the price.
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Garym points his sword at ordinary Knight, "Can you not face me alone!!!"

The Salisbury left caves, barely holding back their opponent's churning advance.  They are getting close to be backed up against their flag.  The center is similarly being pushed backwards.

On the Salisbury right, things are going no better.  Seriously outnumbered, Sir Gracian and Sir Garym are felled by the two knights fighting each of them, none of whom feel like giving up their numerical advantage.  Sir Perin is struck for 9 points (bringing him close to the unconscious level) but he remains on his horse as the blows of the young knights glance harmlessly off of his armor.

As Sir Sejanus heads back toward his friends, the Hereford knights tromp on the reserves facing them once more before ten of them disengage and form a shield for Sir Sejanus and the flag.  However, the hoped for gap around that edge of the line closes up as the remaining Salisbury knights there mostly crumple, with only Sir Perin and one other knight still on horseback and all but a handful having surrendered or been rendered unconscious.

Fortunately, the last of the reserves push up to fortify the right flank before it collapses and the fresh knights prevent the opponents from turning to engage Sir Sejanus.  As the numbers even out, the Salisbury knights are back to fighting only a single opponent . . . except Sir Perin, who still seems to have three.

Sir Sejanus and Sir Perin are the only ones still standing.  Sir Perin is sort of trapped for the moment, and Sir Sejanus is somewhat limited in his options as there is barely enough room to get around the flank but most of the rest of the field is a continuous line of knights.  So I will update again a little later.  Sir Perin and Sir Sejanus are free to post thoughts or actions (limited as their choices are).  Depending on how the next battle roll goes, they should have some new choices next round.

The knights of Salisbury have done their job, and Sejanus stands a very good chance of escaping with the flag.  Still, in doing so, they have suffered horrendous casualties at the hands of their numerically superior foe.  While this level of punishment might normally cause no problems for Perin, the wounds from yesterday's fight with the lion are still fresh; and rather than risk further aggravation and the chance for serious injury, Perin holds his hands wide, signaling his desire to yield the combat.  "Well fought gentlemen" is all he manages to muster, though he manages to keep the bitter tone out of his voice.  While there's no shame in yielding, he's more than a little conflicted about the matter, especially as his three opponents had eschewed a fair fight in favor of pressing the advantage that their weight of numbers conferred.

Fortunately, the Salisbury knights regain some momentum, perhaps due to the capture of the enemy's flag.  They manage to push their opponents back on their own left and center.

On the Salisbury right, the knights facing Sir Perin turn their horses, rather dismissively, and engage the oncoming Hereford knights, which are leading Sir Sejanus around the flank.  Although most of the remaining right flank surrenders, the addition of the reserves and the Hereford knights allows Sir Sejanus to sneak around the flank.

Now back behind his own lines, Sir Sejanus has a clear path to his own base.  If the Salisbury side can hold out a little longer . . .

And they do.  Sir Sejanus makes it back to the Salisbury fort with the opponent's flag and the melee is over.

Sir Garym, Sir Gracian, and Sir Perin receive 30 Glory for their efforts and ending up on the winning side.  Sir Sejanus is named the Melee Champion and receives a prize of 2£ and 100 Glory.  If I have not mentioned it, I think everyone should have checks in Sword and Horsemanship, and Perin and Garym should have checks in Lance.

Sir Gracian and Sir Garym will be conscious sometime in the next hour or so.  They will be mobile by evening and with rest, back to full health in a couple of days.  Sir Perin will recover to his previously wounded state by tomorrow.  Sir Sejanus will be at full health by tonight.

Most guests will be leaving shortly, including Fiona and Galeria (within the next couple of hours probably).  The Queen is staying for the funeral, as that seems appropriate.  The Princess is staying for an indeterminate amount of time.

You are all expected to be at the funeral tomorrow (although I don't plan on playing it out).  You can then head back to your manors and prepare for the Great Summer Saxon Hunt.  You will have enough time to set things in order and heal but not much else.