Medieval rp IC (private)

[Ben M]

As soon as those offensive words were said the Knights stopped laughing. Their eyes grew slanted and angry and the mouths pursed into lines of pure controlled fury. The walked up to the person who spoke in a dignified and stiff backed line and each spat at that persons feet. They than left the enactment. One of the knights actually dropped a white gauntlet at the persons feet. He then left slower then the rest. The knights set up camp and remained silent fro the rest of the night. Duke Leto re-emerged to make sure that the men got rabbit to eat and that the tents wrere set up properly. They posted a watch than the rest disappeared back in their tents.

[Quazin the Great]

The man smiled. "I guess I'll be seeing you in the arena, won't I?", he chuckled. Audric glared at him, "Stop it Eric. I'd expect better from you. If your going to act like a child, you'll be treated like one. you're first on cleaning duty", Eric looked crestfallen, "Aw but sir-" "Any more and you'll be left out of the joust. If you had wished to respond to his insult, then you should have responded with a song." Audric said. Eric scoffed and went to brood in the corner. Audric nodded towards another man, "speaking of songs, Kote". The man nodded and took a chair to the center of the encampment. He took his lute, one much more elegant than leto's, from his case, strummed the chords, tweaked a few of the notes and began to play. His fingers melted across the strings like flowing water. He began to sing.

[Quazin the Great]

His song was of a man called Rhicke. The man was once a boy, that longed to visit lands beyond. he grew up dreaming of that land and he vowed to on day visit it, where-ever it was. When he came of age, he left town, traveling west, towards the land where legends came. With him, he brang only the clothes on his back and his father's spear, from when he was a soldier. Near the start of is travels he came upon a burning village. screams of terror echoed among the hills and orphaned children ran through the streets. he walked down the burning street, confuzed, for he had never seen such destruction before. He arrived at the center of the village and saw the cause of it all, a dragon. His heart suddenly burned with hatred, loathing this dragon that had caused these people such grief. He yelled to the dragon, "leave this place foul beast! Thou art naught but a demon, your actions will lead thy to thine ruin!" the dragon roared in response, "Foolish mortal! though shalt persish! For mine mercy I will give you one strike, as I have done for the corpses you see before you!" Rhicke screamed in defiance, sprinting towards the dragon. with a mighty leap, fueled by his hatred, he soared into the air and threw his spear. It landed its mark, hitting the dragons eye and entering almost halfway to the shaft. The dragon died immediately, for the spear had pierced its clever brain. The towns people rejoiced, for they were saved, but Rhicke Tyrantslayer was not happy. They patted him on the back, praised him, and begged him to stay, but he did not. he was not happy. He was angry. Killing the beast did nothing to sate his anger. He continued westward, leaving the town behind, bringing only the clothes on his back and the spear in his hands. after walking for 10 years, he did nothing but good, and left every town he passed better off than it was before. But he was still not happy. He had not found what he searched for. Soon, men blocked his path, so the Tyrants-bane gathered an army, and conquered the land to the west. he was rich, and still he was not happy. He left his land without a king and continued farther, and farther, as his beard grew longer and longer. Soon his spear rotted and rusted and he cast it aside. he walked on and on and on, and even when his body died, his spirit continued, walking forever west. Still, he was not happy.

[Garfunclia]

Meanwhile in Garfuncle City…

“You're on in five minutes sir. Sir?” The president looks at his butler smugly. “You think I don’t know that?” The butler nervously takes a step back. “Of course you knew sir.” “Tell Ratsila and Wobssorc.to get over here. I have important things to talk to them about.” “Of course sir”, says the butler as walks back down the corridor. Johnald takes a seat beside the window. He rests his elbow on the table, and his head in his hands. He must address the people about the departure of Garfuncle XVII and Saria. He sighs, unsure of how the city-dwellers will take the knowledge that their beloved king is leaving to a foreign land. Even more so he is unsure how they will take the discovery of another civilization existent across the ocean. Johnald lifts his head upon hearing two sets of footsteps upon the wooden floors. “You’re looking pretty prepared, John”, says Wobssorc. “I can see you got the goatee all combed and everything.” Johnald stands up to greet the commanders. He addresses them both, “Is the security all set to go?” Ratsila crosses his arms and looks at the president quizzically. “I assumed that any arrow or bolt coming your way would just bounce off of that extra layer of fat you’ve got there.” Wobssorc pipes in, “Yeah we didn’t think you would need any guards. That meat shield should be more than enough.” The president takes a moment to glare at his friends. He simply says “You guys suck.” Ratsila can’t resist. He remarks “Who, what, where, when, why, and how long”, in rapid succession. “Yeah John you have to be way more specific than just saying that we suck.” Jeagan takes another moment to glare at the men before him. He hears the butler speak again. “You’re on now Mr. President.” Johnald walks down the hall. Mid evening light pours in through its copious windows. He stops before the door, takes in a breath, and pushes his way though. He walks up to the podium and prepares to speak. The crowd cheers upon seeing the respected official. Jeagan takes in the beauty of this night. Not to humid and not to hot or cold. A refreshing breeze occasionally speeds by him. He looks to sky, gazing out on the shades of orange and red produced by the brilliant sunset. He takes in a breath, and begins his speech. “People of Garfunclia. I want to start by welcoming you all here tonight.” The crowd cheers again. Johnald raises a hand to silence them. He continues, “The king has recently been contacted by a nation from across the ocean. They go by the name of Fascila. They have asked that he visit their country. As we know, The Tyrant still ruled the lands across the ocean when Garfuncle departed. This, however, has changed. There is no longer a threat to us there. The nations that exist there are civilized. They provide justice to their citizens. And Garfuncle XVII has decided to accept this offer to see their lands.” Murmurs of doubt travel throughout the crowd. They fear anything bad happening to Gar. Knowing their fears, Jeagan speaks. “There is no threat to the king. He will be safe on his trip. He has told me that he will be back for the Auroras Eve celebration. He will be taking Saria, and two others, one from Montfuncla City and the other from Funclingrad. To your majesty’s request, no guards will accompany them on this journey. Thank you for your time. You all may go.” The crowd disperses, leaving Johnald there by his lonesome. He rolls his eyes, and heads back to the lodge. He mutters to himself, “I’m glad that’s over.”

[Ben M]

The king frowned and scratched his beard. "No guards? Well this is most unusual! But as my dear friend leto says, once they break bread with us no harm shall become them. Their kings name is what now? Garfuncle eh? Hmm. Well as long he likes Sweets I'm good! Oh but he will have to travel by boat! Delay the tourney! Now Leto I need you."

Martel stepped forward "Sire leto is still escorting the Dalentari. And the tourney will be delayed."

"Still? They should have arrived here by now. Hmmmmmm. Send a party of 30 knights north to investigate the hold up. I know Leto loves to travel fast so he will probably take them on the high passes. Great views as it is! Send the Knights with a deree form me telling them to hurry! I want those candies ASAP!"

"Yes your grace"

"Excellent, now Ytrys?"

Yrtrys stepped forward.
"Yes your grace?"
"I will need you as a sparring partner. I will attend this melee myself!"

Ytry's jaw dropped open and he and martel shared a comical look.
"Of course your grace of course."

Martel wrote on his ever lengthing scroll of chores to make the kings armor wider.

[Ben M]

Duke Leto arose an hour and a half before dawn. The watch had already begun striking the camp. duke Leto began to hellnand in about five minuets the only proof they had been there were horse droppings and a few fire pits. Leto looked to the horizon. A snow storm was coming. They could avoid it if they made it to the high passes. He doubted they would. This was going to be a massive snowstorm. He looked into the dalentari camp only to almost yell from shock. The dalentari were just starting to pack up and wake. Leto went straight to them.

"Let's move! We need to avoid the snowstorm!" Two knights flanked Leto and looked hatefully at the dalentari. Te rest of the knights moved to go help pack up, but they looked just as pissed as Leto.

[Ben M]

Baron ytry's hit the king u the helmet again with his cutlass. Ytry's wore minimal armor designed for sailing while the king wore elaborate platemail. The king ripped his helm off and dropped to his knees gasping for breath.

"Goddamn it Earl, when was fighting so hard?"
"The day u became king your grace" ytry's sat down next his king and sighed. "Well, just think about how Leto is doing with those artists!"

The king fell over laughing as did ytrys. Suddenly a messenger entered, bowed, and reported. "Your grace the ythalitans are here." The king jumped up and fell forwards (cuz he fat) ytrys went to help him up. He put back on his helm and ran to the stables. He set off to the ythalitans precession where crowds were already gathering.

[Drakmah]

As the elephant was traveling into the city Alathos looked around at all the merchants setting up shop. This was the specialty of the Ythalitans, they had gotten into the space only a few hours ago they had begun setting up what would become the most bustling place out side of the tourney, business would be good, as they were bringing many things that the other people could not get anywhere else. Then he started to think of all that 10% when he was interuppted by one of his subordanates that it was time to get off and that they had to leave

"ready to go my friend?" he said to Da-neid "Because i sure as hell am."

[Ben M]

Da-neid looked at his friend and replied, "Of course!"

Laughing they exited the elephant to be greeted by the king in shining gold armor riding a horse that sagged ever so slightly under his weight.
"I king of the Fasilicans welcome you to our imperial city." At this he dismounted and removed his visor, "man armor is hot. Phewee. These oceans currents warm this city waaaay to much. Alright well follow me and i will show you to your rooms of honor" The procession follows the king into the royal place past cheering crowds of people.

[Ben M]

The king was sitting in his throne room listening to a steward ramble on about preparations for the tourney when his royal messenger walked into the room. Kneeling he spoke
"Your Grace the Dalentari are a days march from the city and approaching. Battlemaster Jarvins sent this message. His Royal Leto and the Dalentari took the high passes like you predicted. Apparently Leto will be glad to get back to his training and work. He's had a rough time. Jarvins reports that none of the knights in the company are on speaking terms with ANY Dalentari. Leto himself says little and rides ahead alone. Thank you your grace" At this he stepped out of the room.

The king scratched his belly and spoke thoughtfully,
"Well, perhaps Leto was the wrong person to send. I hope he hasn't botched up relations to bad. I shall meet them there. Saddle my horse! We ride immediately!"

The procession rode from the city and after 6 hours of riding they saw the procession. They rode forward king in the lead with trumpets blaring his arrival. They could see Leto who was riding 20 feet ahead stop, dismount and kneel, the other knights did the same. The king rode right up to Leto.

"Where are the Dalentri leaders?"

[Quazin the Great]

The Tower shields slammed into the ground creating a loud boom and a large puff of dust. Two of the men in the center picked up their shields, walked forward and then separated to the sides, creating a gap in the wall. Out of the doorway stepped a tall man in a white suit with silver embroidery. He extended both arms to the sides in welcome and then bowed deeply, sweeping his right arm to his chest as he did so. "Greeting, King Trel, It has been to long since we last met", He then rose, pivoting to the side as he did so with his arms in their previous position, His left arm pointing towards the doorway that the soldiers had created, "We would be honored if you and your men would share a table with us during our ride to your grand city. We offer refreshments, entertainment, and treats"

[Ben M]

The king looked down at leto who visibly rolled his eyes. The king nodded at Audric. Dismounting and bowing to audric he handed his reigns to leto.
"Sire Audric. It is with much gratitude i accept the chance to relieve my weary legs. Come let us enjoy the journey together, i believe the saying you people say is its not about the destination but the journey?"

[Garfunclia]

Meanwhile in Garfunclia…

“Make way for the king! Make way for the king!” A soldier pushes his way through the crowd, desperately trying to fulfill the whim of Garfuncle XVII. The king raises his right hand, and he motions for the soldier to stop. He lifts up his head, and looks at the crowds on either side of the street. “My business isn’t any more important than all of yours. Mine is perhaps the least important matter at hand. Please, carry on as normal.” The people migrate back to the streets. They try to act normal but Garfuncle knows they cannot. They are all self-conscious of the fact that he’s behind them. He walks past the gates of Garfuncle City, and sets out on his journey to Montfuncla City.

Nights and days seem to pass by slower than usual. The king walks through open fields of green as far as the eye can see. He walks another day. He treks with a river to his left and a forest on his right. He hears the birds sing their melodies and watches the trout dance through the slowly moving current. He pauses for a moment just to take in the beauty of the nature around him. He looks up to the top of the timber. He watches as the sun slowly takes cover behind the woods. He takes out his quill and a sheet of parchment. He starts to write down his ideas. The king just sighs and moves on. He has promises to keep to himself. He has business from years ago that is still left unfinished. He has far too many more miles to go before he can sleep. On his fifth day he comes across a sign. He knows this place too well. He stops to look at it. He drifts off into a daydream. But he knows he doesn’t have the patience to keep stalling. He moves on. On the fifth night he finally decides that he should sleep. He lies by the side of the road and closes his eyes. No more than an hour goes by before he is once again woken up by a nightmare. He gets up and moves up.

He finally reaches the path. The gravel road winds up into the mountains. He can see the large log cabins jutting out of the side of the cliff’s face. He walks until he reaches the town square. People everywhere stare at him. They all wonder what Garfuncle XVII could be doing in such a small city. Surely he has important matters to take care of. He just keeps on walking though. He walks another mile through the city until he reaches a staircase. He knows this place to well. He reminisces on his past, when he was a kid about ten years ago. He smiles longingly. Oh how he wished things could still be that way. But he keeps moving forward. He walks along the porch of a beautiful house on the side of a mountain. It is a long cabin, with large windows everywhere. Both the porch and the balcony face the east. The king gazes out at the view. He can see the peaks of several other mountains struggling to reach the clouds above them. Pine trees litter the sides of the cliffs, and copious rivers and streams cut through the land below him. Garfuncle walks up to the front door, takes in a deep breath, and knocks in his usual pattern.

Garfuncle XVII hears a lock turn, and watches as the door opens as if in slow motion. He sees Selene standing before him, giving him her usual enchanting grin. The two of them stand there, just looking into each other’s eyes for a few moments. The king is the first to speak. “How’s your morning been?” Selene gives him another smile. He would always ask this same question each time he saw her, no matter if the morning had just entered the building or if it had jus turned to go. She speaks in her soothing voice; “Fine, how about you?” The king still looks at her with a smile. He is unable to wipe the silly grin off of his face. Just like good times. He says to her; “Its been pretty good, kinda the same as every other day though. The sun comes out and it gets bright and I have to stop being lazy and get up.” Selene smiles again. This too, is what the king would always say. She’s comforted by the fact that he’s still the same as he was then. That person shouldn’t ever have to change. She says to him; “How’s life as king been treating you?” Gar stares out into space and starts another one of his rants. He says the usual, “It just happens” line. She doesn’t hear much of what he is saying. Selene is only glad to hear his voice. It’s been far too long. She hears the young king say; “Remember when we were kids how you would always say that if there was one place in the world you could go it would be to the mountains to see the sun rise before it could be seen anywhere else?” She smiles. He always remembers everything she says. The king continues; “I’m glad that you were able to make that dream come true.” They both smile at each other for a moment, both struggling against their loss for words. She finally says; “So am I. Remember how you would say you wanted to find the place where that daydream you had took place? I’m glad that you too have accomplished that dream.” She walks over to a table by the large windows and pulls a sheet of paper out of a drawer. She brings it over to the king. She gives him her mesmerizing smile again. “Remember the poem you wrote about it? The one that made me realize you actually had a heart and a soul?” She hands the sheet of paper to him. Garfuncle takes it, and reminisces on his past with Selene. He reads it to himself…

Aurora Borealis

It’s not unusual to find me awake late at night,
But at this particular hour, something caught my sight
The snow-covered ground glistened from beneath the moonlight,
And the stars burned with truth of difference between wrong and right
I walked down my stairs, opened up the door and went outside,
I trekked up to the hill, with a breeze along for the ride
Without a jacket, I stand in the crisp one o’clock air,
I couldn’t waste time for comfort, for this is far too rare
I normally gaze out on the horizon and ask why,
But tonight I see reds and greens zigzagging through the sky
I can hear the claps of an audience rooting me on,
And feel an electric current, the mood that I must don
You know, I have always considered myself a dreamer,
I have natural caffeine fueling my inner achiever
Yet there was something magical about the aurora,
With its pure, natural beauty and strange, mystical aura
Don’t let me ruin this with words, for in seconds it’s gone,
Retreating back to its home with the fast coming of dawn
I head back to the house, sad yet smiling to myself,
For who would expect perfection to lie on an ice shelf

Selene is still smiling at the king when he finishes reading. He remembers the exact day he got this idea, and the exact moment he wrote the first draft. It was the best poem he had ever written at the time, and he still considers it to be his favorite. Garfuncle says; “I remember this. I showed it to you on February 19th. I’ll never forget that day.” They smile at each other again. The king speaks again. “Speaking of poems, I wrote another one some night during my trip here. Want to see it?” She quickly replies, “Of course!” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his sheet of parchment. He hands it to Selene. She reads it…

The Rowboat

We paddle out over the black waters of a small lake,
It’s early but there’s never a bad time to be awake
I hear the rippling of water from our small boat’s wake,
And I gaze out at scenery so nice it must be fake
The sun starts to peer out from behind the tops of the pine,
Its light slowly making its way above the timberline
Brilliant shades of red and orange dance on the water,
And in our distraction the old skiff begins to totter
Water leaks in through a few holes in the sides of our boat,
Yet of this, it matters not; through it all we stay afloat
We paddle on and somehow manage to make it to shore,
I step out on sand, alone but followed by many more
Maybe you’ve reached a point now where you wonder who “we” are;
We’re dreamers who stay awake under each and every star
We’re not afraid to say we’ve been caught up in a heartbreak,
Sometimes we’ve lost ourselves in the middle of a headache
Yet no matter what, when we step away from that small beach,
We know that there is always something there for us to reach
And even if it seems like the music’s a bit faster,
There’s always something to hold onto forever after

“It makes sense if you don’t think about it”, says the king. She looks up at her good friend and smiles knowingly. She understands what he means. She always has. She speaks in a softer voice; “It’s really good Gar. Can I have a copy of it?” The king smiles again. “Of course!” He takes another copy of it out of his pocket and hands it to her. They smile at each other again. Garfuncle finally breaks the silence. He says; “I’ve been thinking, do you want to come to Fascila with me? I don’t know if you have any other plans or not but…” She stops his ranting with a small laugh. She says with a smile on her face; “Yeah, I would really like that.” Another huge grins forms across the Gar’s face. He was hoping she would say that. They both look into each other’s eyes and smile. They’re both lost in the moment. They talk for several hours, just catching up on the year that has passed since they last saw each other. Eventually, against both of their wishes, a soldier approaches them and tells them that the king is needed in Garfuncle City. Selene and Gar look at each other again, ecstatic that they we’re able to see each other, but sad that they must parts ways. Garfuncle gets on his horse, and says to Selene; “I’ll see you soon.”

[Ben M]

The Lords and Ladies of Fasilica watched in awe as the first pair of armored knights charged each other. In a blink of an eye there was a crack, shards went everywhere. The king was sitting in a a roofed alcove with the King of Garfunclia next to him, as well as the leaders of the Dalentari. The rich merchants of Ythalita were sitting next to Duke Da-neid. Duke Leto was absent but Duke Martel and Duke Ytrys were sitting comfortably next to each other drinking and making bets.

"Alright. You see that Knight there with The blue flag with a white star? He is the wests finest jouster. Sir Yarmer. I have 16 golden Dragons on him besting your hodgeboj sailors!" Claimed Martel as Ytyrs broke into friendly disagreement. The two knights in question charged eachother and the opponent of Sire Yarmer was dismounted much to Ytrys's friendly dismay.

The king was amiably chatting with his "Equals" and seemed to be having a grand old time. The day went on and on until finally the Jousting was almost over. A knight from the North name Sir Lorrel had barely made it and was against the fine Ser Joffrey of the east. Joffrey had a 1 point advantage having broken a lance upon Lorrel and unseating him. Lorrel had unseated Joffrey once. Just as they were about to charge a squire to Joffrey sprinted into the ring. Jumped over the dealing and ran up to Joffrey. Joffrey Leaned over as the squire whispered something. At this Joffrey Dropped his lance and made a signal. Sir Lorrel had won by default! The crowd went wild with confusion. Sir Lorrel looked very angry. A squire went up to the best jouster the Dalentari had put forward (Who was to face sir Lorrel next)
"Sir, Lorrel is Duke Leto. You cannot fight him! Putting his life in danger is extremely irresponsible and would be seen as a slight!". At this the squire ran back to Joffrey to help him give his horse and armor to Lorrel, who refused.


Meanwhile the joust semifinals had started. The Mercenary from Ythalita faced off with The best Jouster Fasilica had, Sir Yarmer of the west. They charged and Yarmer dismounted The mercenary who broke his lance on Yarmer. They charged again and each broke their lance. The mercenary needed to dismount Yarmer to win. They charged.

[Quazin the Great]

"so apperently Gariel is against mister Leto for the finals" Audric said after opening a small note. "really?" the man next to him, Belfast, said as he raised his eyebrows. "thats interesting", "mmm. However, they're saying he should surrender so that leto doesn't get hurt. customs or something." Audric said, smiling mischievously. Belfast stared incredulously at him and then began to laugh, "ill bet you 300 he'll fold. he hates politics". Audric smiled, "ill raise you 600 that he won't. He loves jousting." Belfast looked thoughtfully at Audric, "Ill raise you a thousand." he turned to The King of Facilica, "sire, would you like a piece of this action?"

[Drakmah]

(This is posted from Fasilica)

The king looked at Audric absent mindedly. He seemed lost in thought.

"Come now. You must call me sire. Now what were you saying- oh a bet? Well, Leto would love it if your man doesn't surrender, but i certainly hope he does for Leto's sake! He's not the best jouster and i'm amazed he's gotten so far, if he were to be injured.... It would be bad politically. I cannot make your man surrender however. No one can. Oh but about the bet! Hmmm. I will bet you 60 silver dragons and a platinum knight that Yarmer wins the entire tourney!"

[Drakmah]

Denethor kicked his horse into a gallop. While other jousters might be nervous against such a prestigious jouster as Sir Yarmer, especially in a do or die situation such as this, he was unphased. The reason he was unconcerned was because he had a dirty trick up his sleave, now it might not be honorable, but the Ythalitan emperor was paying more the farther he got, so the uproar from the crowd would be worth it in the end. As he neared his opponent he lowered his lance and set his shield, they hit with a clash, and they both broke a lance, but as soon as he could recover Denethor drew his longsword and swiped backwards, catching his opponent in the back and slightly on the shoulder. Now because Sir Yarmer was an honorable jouster, and had known non who weren't, he was completely caught off guard by the sword strike and was sent off of his horse, the worst part for him was, it was a completely legal move. The crowd would not like this, but Denethor knew this, he just wondered how much uproar it would cause.

[Drakmah]

(from Fasilica)

The king watched with excitement as the two men charged. Both lances broke and the king smiled. A tie! That would be good. But then there was a clang and harmer fell forward and sideways. The kings heart jumped. He leapt up.

"WHAT HAPPENED!?" The crowd screamed in protest. A squire ran to the king and bowed.

"Your grace, The mercenary, (At this he spat) Used his sword. It is legal but unheard of." The king looked at the ythalitans. They were strategically neutral. The crowd was now throwing things. The king shouted tot he crowd.

"The mercenary was legal. While it was not logical, in jousting it is rare to see someone use their brains so well ! While i wouldn't want to see that again, it was a old trick. Now let the tourney continue"

The king sat down and motioned for the jousts to continue.

[Quazin the Great]

"He's betting us a knight? isnt that going a little overboard" Belfast whispered to Audric, sounding slightly suprised. Audric laughed, "No no no. Its their currency. you really need to keep up with this stuff". Belfast shrugged nonchallantly. his regarded the joust and then looked back to audric questioningly, "and how much exactly did he just bet?", "hmmmm" Audric said, "That'd be.... around 100". "wow. thats low. hmmmmm" he turned back towards the King "Sire, I believe I'll raise you..." he looked back towards audric who laughed "the next one up is platinum" he said, still chuckling. Belfast turned back towards the king again "....3 platinum.." he looked back towards audric, "dragons?" "knights" Belfast turned towards the king again "knights, and 3 silver ones". Audric laughed again, "Sire, I believe our betting is different than yours? you may have to school Belfast on the basics. he learns quickly though" Belfast turned towards Audric and then looked back at the king, "realy? it's different?"

[Quazin the Great]

Gariel, dressed in his famous dragon scale armor and carrying his helmet under his arm, vaulted onto his horse and waved to the crowd, smiling as they cheered for him. He accepted a lance from the squire, put on his helmet and and drew his defender's sword raising it into the air to catch the light. The Dalentari in the crowd cheered. "So lordling!" he yelled to the armored man across the field, "Shall I give it my all? or spare you your danger? your choice!"

[Ben M]

Leto sat silent on his horse waiting for the signal behind him squires were desperately signaling for the dalentari to stop. Leto remained silent and the fasilicans loved it. He cut quite the figure, a strong silent knight respectfully waiting for the showy opponent to get set. The squires were going frantic trying to stop this. It all pay on the dalentari jousters shoulders. Leto shifted in his saddle slightly. His butt hurt and his lance arm was tired. But he would charge with honor. He looked to the flag dropped for the start.

[Drakmah]

Alathos sat and watched as the dalentari jouster walked on to the field and began to boast. He rather enjoyed jousting, but only the actual jousting part, luckily Leto had come to the field and would likely shut the dalentari up, but he wasn't confident enough in Letos abilities to make a bet. As he began to ponder bets and money in general while waiting for the joust to begin I grand Idea hit him, and he stood up and grabbed a messenger.

"Go inform the king that I am not in fact leaving out of disrespect, but that I have to um.... Use the facilities, and that I will be back shortly."

He watched the messenger scamper off and then took up a brisk pace as he strood toward where his mercenary jouster was resting.

"Talk, inside, now." He stated quickly without stopping, he proceeded to go inside of the jousters tent, the jouster followed quickly.

"How can I help you?" He asked

"Whoever wins this next match is going to the finals with you. If it's Leto just agree to fight him. If it's the dalentari then just fight him. But whoever it is I want you to lose."

"I hate to ask this" said the mercanry "but I would like to know why before I throw away glory, I may be dirty but I still like to win."

"Well for one your pay will be doubled" Alathos replied "you see I found a loophole in this betting system. I will send maybe 20 people into the crowds with instructions to find richer people who want either Leto or the dalentari to lose, depending on who wins this next joust. The people must dislike the other jouster very much, then they will bet money on you because of their internal will for the other to lose, we find maybe 20-40 people out of this huge crowd, and bet them substantial, but very do able amounts of money, then you lose, each of my runners collects the money, and when you put it together at the end I will have a nice sum on money, which I can use some of it to double your pay for this, sound good?"

"Yeah" replyed the jouster "really good."

With that Alathos returned to his seat and sent a smile over to the king to make sure that he had no suspicions of what he actually was doing. The ploy, while not illegal to his knowledge, might look bad if it was fully discovered.

[Quazin the Great]

Belfast sighed, "I should've known", he counted out a hundred Dalents and handed them over to Audric, who chuckled "I did warn you". Belfast sighed again, "I should really stop betting with you.", Audric laughed and patted the other man on the back, "hey. you can still win it back. How about now?" He said, gesturing towards the upcoming bout between the disguised Leto and Gariel. Belfast laughed. "Really? your going to bet on-" Audric silenced him with an upraised hand, "No, I'm done with betting for today, wouldn't want to lose what I've won". Then, speaking in Dalentarin, "There are a few who might be fooled yes?" he said rapidly and quietly, so that any listeners would be hard-pressed to understand. A look of understanding spread over Belfasts face and he smiled. He turned towards the Facilican King, "Sire, would you like to bet on the upcoming bout? I bet your grace 2 platinum knights that the Dalentari, Gariel the Dragon Knight, will win this joust. And I bet that He'll concede no more than 2 points"

[Ben M]

King Tyri looked incredously at Belfast. He opened his mouth to speak when the starting trumpets blared. He eagerly turned to watch the joust, as the riders charged. But letos lance was droopin slightly. He seemed tired.

[Quazin the Great]

OOC: iv written this twice and it has deleted it so ima just say what happens.

Gariel puts on his helm which is shaped and stuff like a scaled tiger, the visor is a full mask that looks like a human face.
They both charge, Gariel notes that Leto is drooping and stuff, Gariel parries Leto's lance and it flies wide and Gariel hits leto on the right shoulder just above his shield and his lance shatters. Leto nearly falls but regains his balance. when they go again, Gariel switches his sword and his lance and then leans backwards at the last second and knocks leto's lance up with his sword to dodge leto's lance and simultaneously hits leto in the chest with his lance and leto gets knocked off his horse and the lance shatters. (he can do the leaning thing, cuz he doesnt have a plate chestplate so hes more flexible than someone in full plate).