The Kings Tourney at Hesards Ford
For months now, since midwinter eve, news has spread and excitement has grown across the realm. King Haldric will host a royal tourney at the bridge and village of Hesards Ford. All lords and ladies of the land are invited to celebrate the Kingdom and put petty differences aside.
In every town, village and where people meet the news in the past few months has focused on little else.
Knights, warriors and archers will head from far and wide to test themselves in competitions of archery, athletics, horsemanship and combat. The King, the rumour has it has put up the biggest purse ever to be had at a tourney. The prize for the winner of the mass melee is the famed relic, the holy blade of Saint Akturian
Blacksmiths, labourers and merchants have traveled from Albion, and afar, to the Fair. Three days of celebration are promised to mark the end of Spring and start of Summer.
The choice of Hesards Ford is no accident, the tiny village lies close to the powerful Osterley Abbey. To the south are the lands and estates of Earl Montombre, while to the north-north east lie those lands of his rival and enemy at court, Baron Aldred of Gorburne.
The King, with the backing of Cardinal du Varegine has called the tourney to bring an end to the near endless skirmishes between Aldred and Montombre, to feed the desire of the young and bloodthirsty for combat, and to decide once and for all on the tourney field a victor.
OOC: Those of you hailing from Albion would know that, the land is dangerously close to all out civil war.
The freshness of Spring is absent and across this green and fertile land, a palpable tension exists. The uneasy peace between feuding nobles and landless knights is close to an end. Border skirmishes are increasing, travellers can no longer travel in peace on the Kings Road. Deer and boar are hunted in the Kings Forests. Robber knights and barons prowl the land seeking easy prey. They only law that is respected is the long steel arm of the church. Cardinal du Varegine has carefully built the church and and it’s paramilitary force, The Knights Cataphract of Faith. It is the abbot of the Knights has gifted the sword to the King as a tourney prize.
Peasants and serfs are hoarding food, evident at less stock available at markets and fairs. People up and down the land are once more fearful of strangers.
Against this background of strife, both peasant, freeman and lord are looking forward to the tourney with a sense a hope and anticipation.
The roads to the Ford are busy for days, as you arrive you see a tiny village with a bridge over two rivers. To the south of bridge, the fairgrounds spread out, with stands for the nobles, forges for armouries and blacksmith, stables, and tents of nobles and merchants alike.
Please feel free to describe your arrival at the tourney, and we will take it from there