(514-09-14) The Bigger They Are
Summary: Morlois makes a bit of a spectacle of his joust with a Dorsetshire knight.
Date: September 14, 514
Related: None directly
morlois idris 

NPC run by:

merlin 


At one end of the list is a Dorset knight sitting straight and tall in his saddle. The neighboring areas had been invited and so they were represented. The tensions were still high despite everything. Sior had been executed, the warnings given, but as yet not acted upon. Sir Cadan de Whitsbury had heard of what had happened and by his posture, the young knight looked half cocked and ready to jump on anyone at the slightest provocation. The marshalls were having a time of it in keeping the peace. When his opponents name is announced he sends a narrow eyed gaze to the other end, reaching out a hand to accept a lance from his squire, getting himself prepared to ride at the go ahead.

Success
Morlois checked his courtesy of 10, he rolled 9.
Failed.
Morlois checked his tourney of 2, he rolled 18.
Success
Merlin makes a check for Cadan de Whitsbury tourney at 6, it rolled 2.

Morlois le Rouge does straight and tall better than most anyone but a monstrously-sized Saxon. He makes his charger look like a palfrey in his shining mail and 'golden' surcoat emblazoned with his coat of arms as the Heir to his house. First, he reaches down to take his helm from his hunch-shouldered squire, settling it on his head and covering his rough features, and then he reaches down for the spear that the squire is almost-quick-enough to proffer. The squire gets a light cuff on the back of his head for not being quick enough, and then Morlois grasps the spear's haft, shifting it about in his hand for a moment to get a comfortable grip through the leather palm of his mailed glove. Looking down the list through the eyeslits of his helm, the Willcott manages to resist calling the Dorset man out directly, but neither does he lift his lance in salute, merely guiding his charger to his place at one end of the list.

Success
Morlois checked his Lance of 14, he rolled 11.
Success
Merlin makes a check for Cadan de Whitsbury lance at 13, it rolled 1.
Morlois rolls 6d6 and gets (3 4 5 3 2 2) for a total of: (19)
Success
Merlin makes a check for Cadan de Whitsbury horsemanship at 10, it rolled 6.
Failed.
Morlois checked his intrigue of 14, he rolled 15.

Indeed the Willcott at the other end made a rather intimidating sight to the young Dorset knight, though when one believes in ones causes, it brings with it a certain righteous indignation, and that is part of what keeps Cadan de Whitsbury from backing down. With a growl, he ducks only marginally, enough to make himself an even smaller target and to protect himself from the oncoming strike, he holds out his lance, point aimed directly for the chest or shoulder of the much larger man. His blunted lance strikes and glances off harmlessly. Grumbling, he comes about when at the other end, ready to ride again towards his opponent.

Morlois heels his horse sharply, sending the beast leaping forward down the lists. There's not much point in crouching forward behind your shield when you're roughly the size of a manor hall, but the Willcott still lifts up the leather-clad wood to protect his left side. The length of the spear crosses over his horse's neck, dropping down as the two knights charge in toward one another. There is a thump to his shield that rocks his left shoulder back, but he holds his right arm and shoulder in place tightly enough to level a smashing blow to Sir Cadan's shield. The haft of the spear bends, and then shatters, sending splinters blazing across the center of the lists. None of them find a home in flesh, but they rattle off armor, the caparisons of steeds, and the lists themselves. Turning his horse, he expects to see the other knight on his back in the grass, but he is disappointed, growling and throwing aside the remains of the blunted spear. As he rides slowly back down the lists to reach his end once more, where his squire is already holding up a second spear for him, the Salisbury knight rumbles from behind his helmet, "Well ridden, Sir. Too bad all of you Dorsetmen aren't so stout, or maybe one of the ones who came up here last would have remained ahorse instead of tasting good Salisbury dirt." The words are too quiet for general consumption, but they should easily reach the ears of the other jouster, and the basso tones probably reverberate in his chest as well. Reaching his end once more, Morlois takes up a spear and turns about to show his readiness for another pass.

Failed.
Merlin makes a check for Cadan de Whitsbury lance at 13, it rolled 18.
Success
Morlois checked his lance of 14, he rolled 2.
Morlois rolls 6d6 and gets (1 1 6 4 2 1) for a total of: (15)
Success
Merlin makes a check for Cadan de Whitsbury horsemanship at 10, it rolled 3.

Able to keep to his horse when hit, the Dorset knight does take the moment to quietly acknowledge the strength of the other man, if only to himself. It brings him to a more cautious settling in his saddle as he brings his lance up again, the blunted end dully pointing towards his foe. Hearing the words when offered, he scowls behind his bucket helmet, a low growl given. "Be prepared, you will taste the dirt beneath my horses hooves." Then adds as a sarcastic afterthought, "Sir." A chuckle sounding after, completely insincere in its delivery. Then it is time to ride again and when he is met with the bad end of the lance once more, he manages, barely, to hold on, squeezing the horse tight with his legs to hold his position. He offers nothing verbally the second pass, but he prepares himself for the third.

Another pass, and another strong hit to Sir Cadan's shield by the Red Knight of Salisbury, but this time Morlois is undisturbed by his opponent's lance, the blunted point skittering off the face of his shield and passing him by. The Willcott's own lance does no such thing, once more catching on the man's shield, imparting a solid blow, and then shattering under the stress of impact. Once more, he looks in disgust at the still-mounted Dorsetshire knight, and at his broken spear, tossing the haft away. As Morlois makes his way back to his end of the lists, he chuckles darkly at the Dorset man, "You try to trample me, I'm as like to knock your horse out bare handed and roast it for dinner, you Dorset bastard." His squire looks about in panic for a moment, then spots the final spear, scurrying to gather it up before Morlois makes it to him and is reaching out for it. The big man growls low at his poor squire, "Those are coming out of your pocket. And if this one breaks too, out of your hide."

Success
Morlois checked his Lance of 14, he rolled 13.
Critical Success!
Merlin makes a check for Cadan de Whitsbury lance at 13, it rolled 13.
Merlin rolls 12d6 and gets (3 6 3 4 2 5 6 3 5 3 5 1) for a total of: (46)
Success
Merlin makes a check for Cadan de Whitsbury merciful at 10, it rolled 3.

Sir Cadan de Whitsbury of Dorset doesn't hold back, he'd heard what the larger Salisbury knight had said and it had set his blood to boiling. With his lance out and ready, his position on his saddle secure and his shield positioned perfectly, it's the recipe for success. Riding hard to try and make up for his earlier shortcomings and the size of his opponent, he leans into it, so if he makes contact, the weight of himself and the horse powering him would help aid him in forcing the bigger knight off his horse.

Perhaps Morlois should not threaten the horses of his opponents. His lance is placed almost perfectly, but unfortunately for him, 'almost' is the key word. His opponent's lance slips past his shield and catches him in the chest, driving links of mail into his pectoral even as the impact wrenches him from the saddle. Common folklore says 'the bigger they are, the harder they fall,' and Morlois certainly falls hard, seeing only the sky through the eyes of his helmet's mask for a moment before the ground slams him in the back and his head rattles about in the helmet and coif. He lies there a moment, trying to get his breath back and staring up at the summer sky, and then rolls over, favoring his right side. He seems a little too disoriented to make good on any threats he may have made, but at least he wasn't trampled when he was down, so he has that going for him. In his younger days, he might have tried to use spear or sword on the still-mounted knight of Dorset, but he's grown since then… and his spear is no longer in his hand anyhow, but rather somewhere a dozen paces away, lying in the grass.

Still atop his horse, when Cadan de Whitsbury gets to the other end of the list he turns his horse about and rides back when he notices the fallen knight. He looks down at the slit in the helm even as the man works to get to his feet, or that's what the Dorset knight assumes he is doing. "Get used to that prone position, Salisbury bastard." A veiled threat at beast but he whips off his helmet and there's a knowing look in his eyes as he looks down at his fallen opponent. Louder, for the marshal's to hear, he offers a few words. "Well fought.. Sir." There's a scoff in his voice, it's definitely there, but he wears a schooled expression before riding off.

Success
Morlois checked his vengeful of 16, he rolled 9.
Failed.
Morlois checked his Dex of 10, he rolled 18.

Morlois was just going to get up, get his vengeance later, but then the Dorset bastard had to make that little remark, and so when Morlois rises to his feet, his left arm loops out, aiming to catch the man's stirruped foot and shove him over the other side of his saddle. Unfortunately, the other man is just a little too quick, and he's still a good bit groggy from his fall. The Salisbury man snarls low under his breath even as he misses the sweep with his arm, "Go on, run away home, you little bastard."

Failed.
Merlin makes a check for Cadan de Whitsbury cruel at 10, it rolled 14.
Success
Merlin makes a check for Cadan de Whitsbury merciful at 10, it rolled 2.

It was not something the Dorset knight had expected but when he does realize what had happened, what had been attempted, he turns back and says in a low voice, "Must you fail at everything?" He makes no moves to retaliate, only looks towards the marshal in the area, lifting a hand in defense and speaking so both could hear. "I forgive him, passions are riding high and not everyone takes losing with dignity."

Failed.
Morlois checked his courtesy of 10, he rolled 17.
Failed.
Morlois checked his orate of 11, he rolled 13.

If Morlois was seething before, now he's boiling inside his helmet, his features red and flushed. "Forgive my sword up your arse when I see you on the borders, you pompous prick." Yeah, the marshal probably heard that. Still, he draws himself together, at least somewhat, raising up his voice up to a public speaking tone, "Run along, Sir. I look forward to seeing you again at a later date." Perhaps not the best-composed line, nor the most courteous, but at least it's not quite the same venom he was spitting earlier.

Failed.
Merlin makes a check for Cadan de Whitsbury prudent at 10, it rolled 16.
Success
Merlin makes a check for Cadan de Whitsbury reckless at 10, it rolled 8.

"If that is what it takes to make you happy.." Cadan returns glibly, pretending a shudder to sort of get his meaning across without actually speaking. His composure is slipping and he bites his tongue to not finish what he was going to say. It doesn't work. "Then I think you should look to your own brothers. Or your sisters." There's a sneer, "You know, like you did when they were younger."

Critical Success!
Idris checked his tourney of 2, he rolled 2.

He's out for five minutes and suddenly his replacement just lets all these things slide. Idris seethes a little at the man as he glances sidelong at him, then at the competitors. "What's going on here?" He calls out loudly, hand drifting to the sword at his side before he states, a little more loudly, "This goes against the rules of hospitality and mutual respect! Both of you turn away, now!"

Success
Morlois checked his deceitful of 10, he rolled 4.
Critical Success!
Morlois checked his orate of 11, he rolled 11.

And there's the marshal, stepping forward. Morlois pulls off his helmet, scowling up at the still-mounted Dorsetman, and he flat-out lies, his deep voice ringing out across the list to the crowd beyond, "My apologies, Sir Marshal. This Dorset bastard made rather unknightly remarks about my mother and sisters between passes, but I should have expected that from a Dorsetman, and taken the higher ground." In this case, his anger-reddened face actually helps his case, for all that his dark eyes glitter with mirth and amusement now along with the anger.

Failed.
Merlin makes a check for Cadan de Whitsbury honesty at 10, it rolled 12.
Failed.
Merlin makes a check for Cadan de Whitsbury deceitful at 10, it rolled 16.

The man couldn't have looked more taken aback at the very, very untrue accusation. His eyes narrow, "You lie sir. I took you for a sore loser but not a blatant liar." The anger and unjustness of the accusations seethes in him, but the marshal had ordered a sort of cease fire. And so, being the bigger man, Cadan sniffs, turns his head away quite deliberately, turning away from the man as ordered, "My apologies, Sir." The words offered the marshal. "This man is lying. He lost and was a poor sport about it." With that, he leaves it and attempts again to ride out of the area, much like he had before.

"Out of here, Dorsetman," Idris the Marshal points to the exit. "We don't need your uncorteous kind here if that's the kind of words you're extending to knights of Salisbury." The pot calling the kettle black, considering the choice words the youngest Bodenham has for… everything, really. "Who won?" He asks his substitute, not liking the answer one bit. "Well," he sighs out, then calls out after the man of Dorset, "If I hear anymore of this I am going to kick your ass out of this tourney, Knight of Dorset!"

Morlois restrains himself from taunting the departing Dorsetman, looking back to the marshal and nodding his head, "My thanks, Sir Marshal. I was wrong to get so angry, especially after I took the fall." Blood has begun to dot his surcoat at his right shoulder, where the links pierced his skin. "I'll just have to hope for a chance to pay back his remarks if they continue trying to set our border manors aflame." And then the big man too turns his back, moving over gingerly toward where his squire has gathered up horse and spear for him.

Cadan knows when to keep his mouth shut and he does manage to keep his composure without opening his mouth to retaliate verbally. His position in the tournament was simply too important to him at the moment. A salute is given Idris but the Willcott is deliberately ignored.

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