(514-05-20) Off to the Lists
Summary: Two jousts, one lasts and lasts, the other over quickly!
Date: 05-20-514
Related: Tournament Joust Wedding
bartimaeus elrick isyld erion 

The jousting run has been busy all afternoon, with periodic breaks for peasants to run out and rake it flat or make other repairs as necessary. It is now, just after one such break for repairs, than the next two challengers are announced.
"Sir Bartimaeus de Bishopstone!" Calls a herald, reading from a long list clutched in one hand. The crowd responds politely but not with undue excitement, and a figure in slate-grey chain and a rounded helmet leads his horse out to one end of the run. He has no squire with him, and so drops his reins to the dirt, his charger waiting with patience uncharacteristic of the breed while its rider plants three blunted lances point-down in the dirt. That being done, the Bishopstone swings himself nimbly up into the saddle and jerks the first lance from the turf, hoisting it in salute to the crowd as well as his upcoming opponent.

Standing on the sidelines, her own joust scheduled for a later time, Isyld is wearing the trappings of a lady and not the armor of a knight for the moment. Her squire Evae is at her side though, wearing tunic, pants and boots. As the name is called, she shifts her attention towards the first called. And his challenger? Taking further interest, she recognizes the name from before and offers a smile of warmth for the Laverstock. "This should prove interesting, Evae." Intent to see the victor.

After a page went out to the countryside to let Elrick know that he is due for the tilts in a little bit, the young knight had returned to Carlion to make the proper preparations. The unremarkable chainmail that has been passed down to him within his famly is polished as best as he could, though it is far from gleaming and fine. The Laverstock Knight, not assigned a squire, does make his appearance with his own gear in tow.
After the Bishopstone Knight is announced by the herald, it is the Laverstock's turn and the man calls out, "Riding against Sir Bartimaeus is Sir Elrick de Lavestock!" Elrick turns to those who may be watching and gives them a proper wave along with a bow to those of nobility. Then he does the same as his opponent, stabbing three blunted lances into the dirt for him to pick up later if needed. With a gentle pat on his charger's neck and whispered words, "Let's this do Havok," the young knight climbs astride his steed.
Pulling free his first lance, Elrick salutes the crowd once more and then the Bishopstone Knight, showing that he is ready to tilt.

Bartimaeus checked his lance of 10, he rolled 3.
Elrick checked his lance of 15, he rolled 17.
Bartimaeus rolls 6d6 and gets (6 1 1 3 5 5) for a total of: (21)
Elrick checked his Horsemanship of 15, he rolled 9.

Shrugging his shield down off his back, Bartimaeus presents the painted face to Sir Elrick. This particular Bishopstone's emblem seems to be an indigo scythe and crook crossed beneath a white son, on a field of sky blue.
Nudging his horse around with his knees, he touches heels to flank and the beast surges forward, pounding down the run toward his larger opponent. His hand does not shake, aim true and shield slanted just so. As the two men come together, Sir Elrick's lance deflects off of the Bishopstone's painted shield and flies past his shoulder, while Bartimaeus' lance smashes squarely into the center of his large opponent's shield.
The Shaft of the lance explodes into splinters as the two horses charge past, and Bartimaeus wheels neatly about at the end of the run. Discarding the jagged shaft in his hand, he reaches down and tugs free one of Elrick's own lances, readying himself for the second pass.

Once the flag is dropped, signalling to the jousters to charge, Elrick kicks his charger into motion. Hooves pound into the dirt as he thunders down the tilt at increasing speeds, the Bishopstone Knight approaching rapidly. A touch slower in lowering his lance is all it takes for the Laverstock Knight to miss a real blow in the first exchange and in return, he takes a hard hit to his shield. Luckily the lance that are being is used is blunted, Elrick certainly feels the blow but manages to hold his seat on his steed.
When his charger slows to a trot at the other end of the tilt, Elrick wheels his steed around and salutes the Bartimaeus for the hit. Then he checks his position and kicks his steed into motion for the second pass.

Elrick checked his lance of 15, he rolled 12.
Bartimaeus checked his lance of 10, he rolled 18.
Elrick rolls 6d6 and gets (3 4 3 5 1 2) for a total of: (18)
Bartimaeus checked his horsemanship of 15, he rolled 9.

Apparently Sir Elrick has found his stride, for the second pass is much more in his favor. Lance leveled, Bartimaeus charges forward to meet the man, but having changed his angle to attempt a hit to the breastplate is almost his undoing. Elrick's lance catches him square in the shoulder just before his own would make contact, throwing the lighter knight sideways in the saddle and threatening to unseat him. However, the nimble man is able to tighten his knees and stop himself from falling, muscles flexing beneath heavy armor as he crunches himself back upright on his moving horse.
Reaching the end of the run, Bartimaeus wheels about and takes a moment to salute his opponent in respect of the blow. Then, lowering his lance, he leans forward in the saddle and lifts his shield as they close for a third pass.

The first hit that Elrick took must have woken him up as the second pass was very steady for him, the lance lowering at the perfect time to catch the Bishipstone Knight on the shoulder. However, either by chance or a last minor adjustment in position by Bartimaeus, the Laverstock lance does not shatter. Slowing to a trot as he reaches the end of the tilt, Elrick wheels his charger around and readies for the third pass. Once he sees the other knight begin his charge, the Laverstock Knight does the same, hooves thundering once more down the pass.

Elrick checked his lance of 15, he rolled 11.
Bartimaeus checked his lance of 10, he rolled 13.
Elrick rolls 6d6 and gets (6 5 6 1 5 3) for a total of: (26)
Bartimaeus checked his horsemanship of 15, he rolled 14.
(Not realizing the match was over here due to twice the body being rolled, they ended it later when they realized)

Silently, Isyld remains on the sidelines, watching the passes, impressed by the skill of both knights. Both remain on their horses, lances remain in tact, it was interesting to watch and very enlightening.

It is now that the Laverstock's superior size and skill begins to show. For though it is clear that both men are indeed excellent horsemen, the larger knight is obviously the more skilled with the lance. The Bishopstone's approach is simple and steady, lance wavering only slightly after taking the last hit as he angles it for the other man's shield. But Sir Elrick's lance is firm and unmoving.
AS the two knights come together, Bartimaeus' lance tip strikes the face of Elrick's shield and skitters up and off, while the Laverstock's weapon dances in over the rim of his shield and catches him in the shoulder, hitting nearly the exact spot as his previous run. Slate grey links snap and pop with the impact, a short line of them parting under the force of the blow.
Bartimaeus is thrown backward in the saddle, nearly toppling over backwards. it is only a quick tightening of his knees that saves him, his horse charging to the end of the round and then rearing to turn as the knight hauls himself upright to settle back firmly into the saddle. A streak of red can be seen oozing up from the mangled patch of links on his shoulder. But he takes no notice of his wound, lining up for the fourth pass and lifting his yet unbroken lance to Sir Elrick in salute.
Then they are off.

Bartimaeus checked his lance of 10, he rolled 9.
Elrick checked his lance of 15, he rolled 1.
Bartimaeus rolls 6d6 and gets (4 2 2 6 6 4) for a total of: (24)
Elrick checked his horsemanship of 15, he rolled 1.

With each pass, Elrick appears to be more and more comfortable on the saddle of his charger. The third pass has him as the victor only in performance as his lance once more does not shatter after landing that solid blow. With his shield angled, the Laverstock was able to deflect Bartimaeus's lance away harmlessly while his own blunted weapon hammers into the shoulder again. Riding to the end of the tilt, he wheels his steed around to check on the Bishopstone Knight.
Seeing the salute, Elrick realizes that the other knight is ready to go again and he is more than willing to oblige. Without having to replace his lance, the Laverstock kicks his steed into motion again as hooves thunder down the pass. This time though it is Bartimaeus that scores a hit, a very solid blow that first contacts the shield and then into Elrick's shoulder. Air is knocked out of his lungs for a brief moment, causing him to almost slip off of his saddle but at the last moment and a strong grip of his thighs, he stays mounted. Slowing to a trot again, Elrick fixes his position on the saddle and then turns his charger about, offering the other knight a nod before charging for yet another pass.

Elrick checked his lance of 15, he rolled 10.
Bartimaeus checked his lance of 10, he rolled 7.
Elrick rolls 6d6 and gets (6 3 4 5 1 3) for a total of: (22)
Bartimaeus checked his horsemanship of 15, he rolled 14.

The sheer stamina of the two competitors is what Isyld considers as pass after pass, both remain on horseback. To her squire, she says softly, "I like they are both on our side of the war on the Saxons." Were they tiring? She looks to each for signs, trying to choose a winner by simply watching body language.

Crash, turn about, and crash again. With only one lance broken and two hits to each knight, Bartimaeus slows at the end of the fourth run. Guiding his now heaving charger around to set for the next pass, he raises his yet undamaged lance, acknowledges the Laverstock's nod with one of his own, and braces for the charge.
AS all their impacts thus far, this one is stupendous. Both knights impact squarely with the other's shields, and both tips bounce up and over their opponent's shoulder. It is only Elrick's greater size that forces Bartimaeus' back in the saddle. But the recover is much more dramatic this time. The smaller knight simply sways, maintains his hold, and comes up straight again once he has reached the end of the run.
Turning then, Bartimaeus lowers his lance to point toward the ground and begins to walk his foaming horse down the lane. Nodding his helmed head to Sir Elrick, he offers the other man an opportunity to do the same, and to pass him at the half way point without violence.

Another pass with a hit but no shatter, the Laverstock is both a bit frustrated but also forced to acknowledge his opponent's tenacity in not falling. As he reaches the end of the tilt, Elrick wheels his charger around once more. What he sees though is an interesting sight, the Bishopstone is trotting his steed down the lane. So this time around, instead of hooves thundering down the pass, Elrick nudges his own charger in a light trot with his lance lowered.

With the match going on and on, Isyld quirks her lips into a smile to the two, but she is just a single person amid the crowd of the field, not so noticeable. In the dress of her station, she realize the time was passing and her match was coming up. She hurries to get ready again, disappearing with her squire.

Erion remains ready and waiting his turn near the lists. The golden haired Woodford knight sits atop his snowy white charger with perfect posture as he watches the cuurent match unfold. Blue eyes sparkle with interest as he watches the two men face off against each other. Beside his horse Erion's squire waits holding a stash of lances for when his knights turn to joust comes.

As the horses pass at the center of the run Bartimaeus' voice comes muffled from the depths of his helm. Blood still oozes from the rent on his left shoulder, but the smaller knight's tone is utterly placid.
"A brief respite for the horses, Sir Elrick. I feel the conclusion to our contest draws near. You are the better lancer by far." There is a moment for Elrick's response as the horses continue past one another, and then the mounts must be wheeled about to retake the lanes, and the competition must continue. Bracing himself, Bartimaeus lowers his lance and heels his horse into the sixth charge of the bout, shield lifting to be tilted just so and lance tip aimed for the center of Sir Elrick's chest.

Bartimaeus checked his lance of 10, he rolled 16.

"A respite for us as well, Sir Bartimaeus. And don't sell yourself short, you are a formidable opponent and I do not believe I have seen a tilt between two knights go this many rounds, though my arrival to Carlion was delayed." Elrick says as the near each other on their lanes in answer to the Bishopstone Knight's words. As he approaches the end of the lane, the Laverstone Knight leans forward to whisper some words of encouragements to his charger before turning him about. With a salute to the other knight, the Laverstock kicks his steed into motion once more.
It appears the respite was very helpful to Elrick as he times the lower of his lance perfectly so it doesn't have time to sway. The strike is magnificent as the blunted lance slams into the chest of the Bishopstone Knight, not enough to punch through the armor but enough to unseat the other knight.

Though Bartimaeus has shown an uncanny ability to keep his seat up to this point there is only so much that can be expected from one knight. His own lance tip bounces off of Elrick's shield, while the Laverstock's weapon catches him full in the chest. And though he tightens his thighs and attempts to hang on he is lifted and thrown backward from the saddle. After catching some serious air time, the Bishopstone's back impacts the packed dirt with a resounding crash. His horse, now riderless, continues to the end of the lane and stops, looking patiently back toward its downed rider while its chest heaves for breath.
After taking a moment to collect himself, Bartimaeus plants his lance butt on the ground and uses it to lever himself to his feet. Once there he turns to the crowd and lifts his lance and shield high, then directs a salute toward Sir Elrick.
Apparently unharmed, the Bishopstone knight slings his shield onto his back and trudges to the end of the lane to retrieve his exhausted horse, and clear away the three blunted lances left upright on his side of the run.

It takes little time for Isyld to get geared up and back to her her horse and to the list. When she gets there in time to see the final knock off, she cheers the knight that finally wins! Her own turn is coming though and she has her dark curls tanked back with a leather strip as she looks down to her squire for the blunted lance for the tilt.

Once Elrick reaches the end of the tilt again, he slowly wheels his charger around and expects to see the Bishopstone Knight waiting for yet another pass on the other side. However, what he sees is that Bartimaeus is on his back where the hit happened. Throwing the lance into the dirt so that the blunted tip stabs into the ground, the Laverstock Knight quickly trots his steed to where the fallen knight is. "Are you all right sir?" He asks after pulling off his helm and when he sees the knight climbing to his feet, the salute is returned with the same, "You rode well, Sir Bartimaeus." Then Elrick turns to the crowd and raises a gloved fist, a sign of victory, a proud moment for him no doubt. Then it is time to clear the field for the next pair of jousters.

The announcer waits for the current match to end and the jousters to leave the field before calling out the next pair. "Sir Erion de Woodford will face Sir Isyld de Chalke!" Hearing his name Erion wastes no time getting his helmet on properly and lifting his lance into hand. He rides up to face Isyld and from behind his helmet he offers her a dazzling smile as he salutes her and makes himself ready for the charge.

Bartimaeus checked his firstaid of 15, he rolled 3.
Bartimaeus rolls 1d3 and gets (2) for a total of: (2)

Hearing her name, Isyld draws her attention from the Laverstock knight she had met prior, and focuses at the other one at the end of the list. There are no words necessary, she tilts her head forward in a respectful nod, a smile worn. Nothing quite so dazzling in its delivery, she is nowhere near as pretty as he is. Taking the lance, she salutes him with it before tucking it soundly against herself and preparing to nudge her horse forward as he does.

You check your lance at 15, you rolled 12.
Critical Success!
Erion checked his Lance of 15, he rolled 15.

A short time after departing the field, Sir Bartimaeus reappears in the stands wearing a quilted indigo coat. The garment has a jagged slash torn in the left shoulder, through which a pristine white bandage can be seen. The priestly knight makes his way to stand at the edge of the Noble's stands and watch the upcoming bout. There is no bitterness on his bearded face, but instead a sense of quiet interest in the fait of the upcoming challengers.

Erion rolls 12d6 and gets (3 2 2 4 4 4 2 2 6 4 1 2) for a total of: (36)

After gathering his kit, Elrick decided to stay around because there was another pair of jousters that will be riding against each other and her recognizes the name of one of the knights. Watching Isyld as she rides to the tilt, the Laverstock then studies the other knight, one who is also apparently the pretty type. Once the two begins to charge at each other, Elrick watches with anticipation as both knights appear to have good form, now it is up to the the point of contact.

Apparently the excessively pretty knight isn't all looks either! Erion seems to have some measure of talent as she charges forward. His white horse races towards Isyld's own and his lance comes down striking against her shield with impressive force. He winces when he realizes how hard he hit her. Turning his horse around at the end of the field he sees that he has knocked her down. He is quick to dismount and hurry over to check on her. "Are you alright Sir Isyld? I didn't mean to strike you so hard…my apologizes." He removes his helmet his tousled golden hair catching the sunlight and his bright blue eyes holding concern as he reaches down to help her up, he is a gentleman too it seems.

A match that would prove short lived. Isyld rides, ducking a little too far in her saddle so that when her opponents lance strikes her, it catches her shoulder and lifts her up and off, quite effectively, sending her tumbling off backwards and to the ground. After a moment, she sits up and waves to the stand where the judges kept score, letting them know she was okay, if somewhat winded. Then there's a hand offered, and she looks up with a lopsided smile. "Never apologize for besting a knight." The words aren't harsh at all, and she slips her hand, taking the assistance to her feet before letting go. "It was a good ride, a good match, thank you, Sir de Woodford." Then she scans the area to see who had witnessed her fall. "I should go and get cleaned up. Pardon me, Sir."

Bartimaeus bows deeply toward Isyld as she sweeps the crowd with her gaze, his expression one of somber respect. The formality is broken somewhat as he straightens, however, scarred lips curving up into a regretful little smile. The expression seems to say, 'You too? Ah well.' Then, with a nod to Sirs Eirian and Elrick, the dirty-blonde knight turns and vanishes back amidst the crowd.

Erion inclines his head and offers another bright smile. "Indeed, it was a pleasure to face you Sir de Chalke. An excellent match, thank you." He bows to her before he turns starightening up to his full height and lifting his hand in victory before he too goes to get himself cleaned up. There is a bright smile on his face as he goes and a few ladies that he passes may wind up swooning at the sight…

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