(514-09-16) A Most Mistaken Piece of Diplomacy
Summary: Kamron misjudges his audience at the Sarum Summer tourney of 514.
Date: August 16, 514
Related: None

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A little dais has been constructed off to one side of the tournament ground, an area for people to gather and hear competitors speak, tell stories, or otherwise entertain the crowd.

Kamron lifts a hand as he steps into the center of attention, acknowledging those watching and waiting for the performances of he and his competitor. "Thank you, thank you." His clear tenor rises easily into the late summer air. "I want to tell you a story. I want to tell you a story of danger, a story of rage, and a story of the implaccable hatred of the Saxons for all civilized people." As he speaks, he turns about slowly, addressing the entirety of the audience rather than focusing in on one person.

Critical Fail!
Kamron checked his Orate of 9, he rolled 20.

"This is the story of the Gray Barbarian, an aged Saxon so caught up in his hatred for civilization that he charged out against knights a third his age." The Dinton knight is doing well so far, speaking clearly and loudly, but then he takes a swerve for a worse, "This is the threat that we face, that we all face. Men and women of Salisbury and Dorset alike," even as he continues, a grumble starts to rise from the crowd, "are faced by this foe, this barbarian foe, and we must not get distracted from our duty to protect our people from these Saxon dogs." A loud 'booooo' rises up from somewhere in the crowd, and the feeling is taken up by another wit in the crowd, who calls, "It's the Dorset dogs killing our people now!"

Kamron begins to look flustered, holding out both hands and making quieting gestures, "Good people, good people…" But it's too late. His message of 'There's a bigger bad out there' was inelegantly woven into the story, and not well-received by the crowd. The recent skirmishes are bad for that sort of thing, the executions even worse, and the rather violent interactions between knights of the two counties during the tourney certainly haven't calmed things.

There is certainly no way that he is going to recover for this, and all his opponent has to do is calm the crowd again and not make a total fool of himself to win the round.

Brynmor makes a check for Sir Ozan at 15, he rolled 10.

If Sir Ozan could consider any day his lucky day, it would be that day, a couple of years back, when he worked valiantly to fight against their Saxon enemies and he was nearly slaughtered for it. His squire had to haul his broken body to the safety of camp, or somewhere near, so that one of the healers could tend to him. He was bedridden for a few months before he could start learning to walk again.

However, this very well may be his second luckiest day.

Sir Ozan rarely had any luck when it came to tourneys. Why, on the very first day of the tournament, he was unhorsed on his very first pass in the joust. During the falconry competition, his bird had better things to do than follow his orders. And just last year at some archery tournament, as he was still recovering from his Saxon injury, despite not being a part of the competition, the unlucky knight found himself the target of a wayward arrow. Now Sir Ozan was here and after having far too many drinks to help calm his nerves and get him, well, drunk, he is presented with this very moment: a victory being handed to him.

With his name being called, Sir Ozan nervously and excitedly steps forward amidst the boos and hissing that continues on even after Sir Kamron had stepped down. Ozan was not much of a speaker himself and thus he brings out his hand-held harp and begins to strum at it in a rather mediocre manner, however it is not his playing that has him entering this competition today. It is his pleasant singing voice. And thus when he senses such a disenchanted crowd, he croons out a song familiar to all in the hopes to bring some sort of unity to those gathered. For what it's worth, his tactic works and where people were once calling out for blood and other unpleasantness, many are singing right along with him.

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