(514-09-22) Third Hunt During Summer Tourney
Summary: Third time is the charm! Erylys helped by Yorrick, leads Rowan and Bradwyn out for a hunt. This time, the prey does not get away, though horses take injury.
Date: September 22, 514
Related: First Hunt and Second Hunt
erylys yorrick bradwyn rowan 


It's the crack of dawn, and it would be known that anyone wishing to take a break from the tourney and have some fun hunting, that one of the Earl's huntsmen would be taking out a group starting just outside the west gate of the town. It is also known that this group may well stay out through the night, if game isn't brought down immediately - the hunts before did not bring in anything, and the hunters are more than ready to go the distance this time!

Outside the gates, a group of kennel boys with dogs on leashes stand ready, packs on their backs. A slender horse stands ready for the lone huntsman, a female wearing tunic and leathers in browns and greens. With hair braided down her back, she turns to those that join the group, "Good morn and merry meet to each of you. I'm Lady Erylys de Berwick St. James. Please call me Erylys or Ery if you prefer! We'll be starting out here in a few moments, see what we can find today.. "

Yorrick rolls 1d20 and gets (20) for a total of: (20)
<OOC> Erylys says, "We'll go boar. >.>"

Sir de Wylye joins the group with little fanfare. He was eliminated from the joust early and had some idle time now that he woke unusually early…

He had no hound, and only his blade and spear to hunt with, but with numbers the risk looks less. "Good morning, Lady Erylys," he greets politely. "Mind my lack of finesse; it has been some time since I've done this…"

"Perhaps we'll have better luck today, Ery." Yorrick says as he was already preparing with the Huntmistress, still auditioning in a way, for the Huntmaster position. "At least the knights we drew don't look like they'll run if it gets close to nightfall and we ain't found our quarry yet." he says as he settles his spear into place. "Merry met, Sirs. I'm Sir Yorrick de Cholderton."

Not long behind Sir Wylye, the tall knight of Idmiston rides up on his horse, spear in hand and his sword at his hip, dirk as always present. He wears his armor, it might slow him but his betrothed will kill him if her gets hurt or killed. His helmet is left off, along with the mittens, mostly it is the reinforced mail shirt and leggings, he actually doesn't bother with wearing Idmiston colors for this, he looks odd enough as it is.

Nodding to the introduction he states, "Sir Bradwyn de Idmiston, merry met Erylys." She did give permission to drop her title if desired. He then nods to the other knights present.

Nodding to the knights gathered, Erylys chuckles at her fellow hunter, "Indeed. Hopefully we'll find something suitable, and stay away from the bloody fallow stag we've been circling the last few times. He's a wily one with more tricks than a cornered boar." And yet the idea of tackling that stag again, is exciting!

Once it seems that they have all that are going to show up, she doesn't immediately mount up, but instead, nods to the kennel boys to release the dogs, and runs with them, lookng for tracks and spore as they head down along the river, leaving the town behind. It's a good mile or so from the walls of Sarum that the dogs finally pick up on something, and with a careful check of tracks, she exchanges a look with Yorrick, "Boar." Now, there's a word that might up the thrill of the hunt.

"I dunno, I wouldn't mind giving that deer another chase, Erylys." Yorrick tries not to be unofficial with her, but the way the two of them bonded casually over the last hunt, it seems natural that they get along. "But yeah, that's boar. Fat one, from the looks of it." the knight agrees as he glances up at Erylys and a grin splits his face. "This should be a good hunt if we can catch this one." he says as he looks to the other nights. "I think you two are our new good fortune charms."

Bradwyn chuckles to Yorrick and asks, "Sure we are not simply replacing your bad fortune charms?" as he readies his spear and continues to follow along with the rest of the hunting party, keeping his eyes open and his ears as well for any further signs.

"Sir Rowan de Wylye," he introduces himself to the other two, knowing Bradwyn already. He steers his bay rouncey to follow behind most of the retinue, his shield and lance in hand and his sword resting in it's sheathe. He wore less armor than usual to ensure mobility and to keep himself from sweating a river under the summer heat; something he hopes he does not regret later. "Let us hope so, Lord Yorrick." His countenance was neutral, but there is a hint of excitement in his voice.

Failed.
Erylys checked her hunting of 15, she rolled 18.
Failed.
Yorrick checked his hunting of 15, he rolled 16.
Success
Rowan checked his hunting of 10, he rolled 9.
Success
Erylys makes a check for Boar Avoidance at 10, she rolled 1.
Failed.
Bradwyn checked his hunting of 3, he rolled 6.

The dogs roam the area, picking up the scent, and yet seem a little confused. Mainly because it seems that a farmer has been through the area, and messed up the tracks and scents with his sheep. Which are not the intended target of today's hunt! It is Rowan that will save the morning, pointing out the fresh trail away from the sheep tracks, that will send the dogs howling and baying towards the woods nearby.

It seems that Yorrick came across those same sheep tracks, and the knight frowns. "We should have checked this morning to see what passed through, Erylys." he says with a little laugh as the knight tries to reorient himself as the dogs finally bray their catch on the scent.

Rusty he may be, Rowan still manages to deduce the trail quicker than most of the party. He pauses to let the eager dogs go ahead of him once he points it out, still trusting their noses more than his instincts in this particular endeavor. "I think I prefer venison and veal, but boar will do fine. Potential goring aside."

Bradwyn is a poor hunter it seems and it is showign as he is as lost, or more so than the others. But Sir Rowan to the rescue and they are brought back on track as the tall man rides his horse along after the dogs with the rest of the party, looking out for signs of the beast, also for any attempting goring from the underbrush.

Erylys nods, "Should have, but we'll make due once we're aw…" And then the call from Rowan goes up, and the dogs that followed the horsed knight pick up the scent and away they go. "This should be fun!" With bow and spear in hand, she starts jogging with the dogs that might lag behind, calling encouragement to them. A horse has been brought for her to use, once she thinks she should mount. With boar on the menu, mounting is preferred even if it means the likelihood of a hurt horse.

Success
Erylys checked her hunting of 15, she rolled 3.
Success
Rowan checked his hunting of 10, he rolled 9.
Critical Fail!
Bradwyn checked his hunting of 3, he rolled 20.
Success
Yorrick checked his hunting of 15, he rolled 10.
Success
Erylys makes a check for Boar Avoidance at 10, she rolled 2.

The Wylye knight diligently follows his fellow hunters, his excitement growing once it appears they have finally gotten their bearings and no longer finding sheep tracks! His alert brown eyes dart to and fro, hoping to catch a glimpse of something within the greenery below, but to no avail. It was too early to be disheartened, however.

"I hear it!" Yorrick announces, but the creature is moving quickly throught the foilage, even faster than the knight expects. "This must be some boar, Erylys." he points out as he pulls back on his reins, adjusting his load on his pack and checking his spear.

Erylys continues on foot, checking the tracks that they come across, while keeping the group together headed in the direction the dogs are traveling. Nodding to Yorrick, she decides then to mount up — they are too close to the boar for her comfort.

Bradwyn starts to turn his horse to follow the trail, turns out no one else does as it is the wrong trail, proven by Yorrick and the tall knight readjusts his horse to keep to the party.

Critical Success!
Erylys checked her hunting of 15, she rolled 15.
Failed.
Bradwyn checked his hunting of 3, he rolled 17.
Failed.
Yorrick makes a check for Boar Avoidance at 10, he rolled 15.
Failed.
Yorrick checked his hunting of 15, he rolled 18.
Success
Rowan checked his hunting of 10, he rolled 8.
Failed.
Success
Rowan checked his spear of 6, he rolled 5.
Rowan rolls 4d6 and gets (6 2 6 5) for a total of: (19)
Success
Bradwyn checked his spear of 6, he rolled 2.
Bradwyn rolls 5d6 and gets (4 1 6 6 5) for a total of: (22)
Failed.
Erylys makes a check for boar avoidance at 10, she rolled 17.
Failed.
Yorrick checked his spear of 15, he rolled 19.

They are in luck! The boar is fleeing just ahead of them, but becomes stuck in some brambles it tries to go through. With the dogs hounding it until the hunters come upon it, the boar is unable to get away.

First to break through is Erylys, though as her mare dodges a dog, her spear thrust misses the enraged porcine who is turned away from going after her horse by the expert handling of a spear by Rowan, that leaves the boar bleeding and turning about, attempting to get away.

Bradwyn is there with his own spear that finds it's mark upon the boar's flank, leaving the animal bleeding further, attempting to go after horse or man, and missing all.

With dogs dancing amongst the horse's hooves, Yorrick's own attempt misses it's mark. For the moment!

The boar is found and engaged. Erylys and Rowan lead the charge, though only Rowan lands a hit with his spear, then comes Bradwyn who not only strikes hard, he nimbly shifts his wrist to keep his grip on it, as it slices through the boar's thick skin and is pulled free to leave quite the nasty wound. Yorrick follows suit but also misses his mark, it is so the leaves, they get in your face and then what? Bradwyn then turns his horse about and readies to face a charging animal hot with anger and pain, spear at the ready held with the head towards the ground in the over-head position so he can thrust down at the prime specimen of boarness. Lock up your daughters sows.

With the other three knights and the dogs to the quick, Yorrick is forced to pull up on his spear and pulls around, waiting to see if there may be an opening that comes as he sets up for another charge, should the opening present itself. "Huzzah! We have it now!"

Failed.
Erylys makes a check for boar avoidance at 10, she rolled 13.
Failed.
Erylys checked her bow of 10, she rolled 17.
Success
Erylys makes a check for boar tusks at 18, she rolled 16.
Erylys rolls 6d6 and gets (1 1 3 3 1 5) for a total of: (14)
Success
Yorrick checked his spear of 15, he rolled 13.
Yorrick rolls 5d6 and gets (5 1 2 4 1) for a total of: (13)
Success
Erylys makes a check for boar tusks at 18, she rolled 15.
Erylys rolls 6d6 and gets (6 2 4 2 4 5) for a total of: (23)
Success
Bradwyn checked his spear of 6, he rolled 2.
Failed.
Erylys makes a check for boar tusks at 18, she rolled 19.
Critical Fail!
Rowan checked his spear of 6, he rolled 20.
Success
Erylys makes a check for boar tusks at 18, she rolled 15.
Erylys rolls 6d6 and gets (2 5 6 3 4 1) for a total of: (21)

As Erylys whiffs after her valiant charge, Sir Rowan is quick to follow up behind her and stab the creature before it flees. His horse whinnies in alarm, but does not spook, and he is able to wheel it around as Bradwyn engages the boar, intent on slaying the animal before it can do any serious harm to him or his companions. Alas, it still stands, though heavily wounded and bleeding.

Success
Rowan checked his horsemanship of 15, he rolled 14.
Success
Erylys checked her horsemanship of 10, she rolled 6.
Success
Yorrick checked his horsemanship of 15, he rolled 5.

Erylys attempts to switch for her bow, trying to keep her distance from the boar. When the boar goes after her horse, her arrow flies wild, but she manages to somehow keep her saddle though the mare she rides now sports a wound upon one leg.

The boar goes wild, seems it doesn't like the tall poking things with two heads, as it tries to lash out at all of them, though two of the horses are hit, Bradwyn is able to maneuver and keep control of his rouncy, doing his best to keep it calm as he attempts to impale the beast once more, it must be near death.

Rowan's next attack goes awry and he loses his spear as his horse rears, whinnying painfully as the tusks of the boar bear into her underside. Rowan fights to remain in the saddle and get ahold of the poor startled mare, forgetting the raging boar for a brief moment.

Somehow, Yorrick managed to get in on the flank of the beast. Coming in from the rear, the knight drives his spear into the side, but the problem with this is that it draws the whole attention of the boar that digs into the horse's side, the two of them flailing and fighting as he draws back his spear to try to drive it down hard into the boar again. "Die, feast!"

Success
Erylys checked her bow of 10, she rolled 1.
Erylys rolls 4d6 and gets (1 3 5 6) for a total of: (15)
Critical Success!
Erylys makes a check for boar tusk at 18, she rolled 18.
Erylys rolls 12d6 and gets (5 4 2 4 5 3 5 2 1 2 6 4) for a total of: (43)
Failed.
Rowan checked his sword of 15, he rolled 18.
Failed.
Bradwyn checked his spear of 6, he rolled 10.
Failed.
Erylys checked her horsemanship of 10, she rolled 16.
Erylys rolls 1d6 and gets (2) for a total of: (2)
Success
Yorrick checked his spear of 15, he rolled 7.
Yorrick rolls 5d6 and gets (4 6 1 4 4) for a total of: (19)

Limping already, Erylys' draws her horse back from the main fighters as she sits upon it's back with bow in hand. Waiting a clear shot, the string is pulled back, and the arrow launches. And actually hits this time! Right through the chest does the arrow sink, but so enraged is the beast, it manages to turn upon it's attack, it's wickedly sharp tusk finding the poor mare's inner flank as it runs beneath the limping horse. In it's death throes, the boar manages to find the mare's femoral artery with it's tusks, slicing it open. With a buck, the mare sends Erylys tumbling off to hit the ground, immediately trying to roll away in case the damned beast comes after her. As she makes it to her feet, it's to see her mare go down, nearly atop the boar, both animals twitching their death.

The beast falls to the arrow of the Lady, though in its death throes it leaves Erylys' horse a angled mass of flesh as the Lady is thrown clear. Frowning at the loss of a beautiful horse Bradwyn trots over to Erylys as she gathers herself and offers his hand, "My sympathies for the loss of such a fine animal, do you have need of a ride?" clearly offering her a place on his horse as she now has none to ride herself.

Driving his spear into the boar's head to assure that the damnable thing is dead, Yorrick glances to Erylys to make sure she's okay as he twists his spear to remove it. "…Gwynn dp Nudd has smiled upon us this day, Erylys, we will need to make sure to thank him for this fine beast. Well done, sirs." the knight offers to his companions once he's sure the Lady has recovered from her fall.

Swords are not meant for horses. This is pitifully obvious to Rowan, but he unsheathes his blade regardless and attempts to take a swipe at the thrashing boar. It only grazes the beast, but his companions finish it off soon after. He wears a frown at the death of Erylys's horse, as well as the blood trickling down from his own. He brushes the mare's mane soothingly and dismounts to inspect the damage more closely. "If your horses need to expert tending, I know someone who can help…" His eyes drift over to the fallen horse - likely too late for him.

Muttering a few choice curses beneath her breath as she watches her mare twitch as the light dies out of her eyes, Eyrlys shakes her head, "The Earl will not be happy with that, but.." The comes the grin on her face as she looks to Yorrick, "That.. was a hunt worthy of tales." To Bradwyn, she chuckles at the offer, "I need to first see to the kill." While the kennel boys have finally shown up to take care of the dogs, there will be a wagon along shortly as well to take up the kills, both boar and horse. While parts of the horse might make it ot the Earl's table, other parts might find their way to less fortunate tables within Sarum. Nothing to go to waste here!

Bradwyn nods and says, "Of course." He might otherwise offer his dirk for the task, but no doubt a skilled huntress has that covered.

Yorrick remains in place as well, dismounting to assist Erylys with the kills as he assists with his part of the hunt as well. The knight gives Erylys a grin, and dips his fingers into the boar's blood before dapping and smearing it on her nose. "An excellent kill, m'lady." Okay, so the Pagans might be a little weird.

Rowan bids the others farewell, not lingering to comment on the kills. He is far too concerned with his horse bleeding! After retrieving his broken spear, he retreats into the city…

Erylys wrinkles her nose when the warm blood is touched there, and yet she laughs and winks back at the other hunter. Turning to the knights, she does offer once she's wiped her nose off on her sleeve, "If you both would like to return to the city, the kennel boys can show you the way so horses can be taken care of as soon as possible." Thankfully, they are not too far from the city once they get out of the woods they'd entered.

Bradwyn nods and moves to gather the wounded horses left, and calls for Rowan to wait a moment. The tall knight then makes his way over to offer the reigns of the injured animals so he can see to their treatment. Bradwyn however remains behind, keeping watch as the blood and bodies will no doubt attract other predators, and his horse is the only one uninjured as he remounts and readies his spear, eyes scanning the area till the cart arrives to have dinner loaded on it, a silent sentinel as the other two pagans flirt and have their fun. After all he is already betrothed, and more concerned about the dangers of the wild.

It's not flirting - Yorrick genuinely enjoys the thrill of the hunt. With a laugh, he grins at Erylys. "I'm assuming you have had the blood of your first kill in the past?" he asks, then looks to Bradwyn, as if wondering if the other knight has. He shakes it off, deciding not to be too /old-fashioned/ with their kill.

Bradwyn continues to keep an eye out and asks, "First blood in a hunt? No I've killed a few things before, nothing that big though. That is a first."

Erylys is not flirting either. At the moment. As she crouches down and takes out her knife to being skinning out the boar, she turns to Yorrick, "I have, yes. Been marked, drank the blood, and even tasted the heart." With that said, she offers thanks to the boar, and the horse both before starting the tedious work of field dressing the kills before loading them on the wagon. The biggest and hardest to do will be the mare.

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