Jousting Stands

[Viea Greyjoy]

Bernard poured the drink and handed it to the young knight.

"It will all end the same." He said. "One wins, one loses."

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Robyn looks at the man that passes the wine. "I would prefer to be the one that wins, that is why I watch. I do not take particular amusement in watching the contests, only when I am still in the saddle and my opponent is not." The young Lannister takes a drink of the wine, his face betraying the fact that he does not particularly favor the drink. Likely, the boy does not drink much or at all.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Bernard chuckled.

"Well that is the main aim of the game is it not?" He asked, then leaned back and stretched. "That and winning glory and a woman."

[Marie]

"The glory brings women," Dickon ventured. He drank deep. "Women are the only reward for men like us, truly. The only one worth having. I don't care about the rest. I hope there are some decent brothels about, with clean whores."

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Robyn takes a very small sip, then sits the wine down wherever he can. "Excuse me," he says, without really commenting about Dickon's rant about whores. "I should be getting back." He makes a slight gesture with his head, a feigned bow, and says, "Good day to you both."

[Marie]

"Good day," Dickon replied with false cheer, still annoyed about his money. "I wish you success," he lied.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Dec 4, 2013 19:36:33 GMT -5 The Smith said:

Lord Oswyn Baratheon and Lord Gwayne Hightower

Oswyn watched Gwayne as he readied himself, and the two men charge. Oswyn strikes Gwayne's shield, but Hightower stays ahorse. The two men turn, and ready themselves. They charge, and once again Gwayne is hit, but he stays mounted.

Gwayne turns, but he seems to be favoring his left shoulder. He does manage to slip a lance by and strike Oswyn on the next pass, but Oswyn's breaks his lance against Gwayne at the same time. Gwayne's armor bends at the blow, and just barely he keeps atop his noble steed.

The two turn, for a final pass. Oswyn is confident that this will be the one where he unhorses the other man. They both charge at one another, and again Oswyn slips through Gwayne;s defenses and takes the man down.

Lord Oswyn wins the joust.

After the final tilt, Oswyn took a victory lap, feeling for a brief moment like the young knight he had been 20 years ago. However the veneer of it wore off quickly as he looked around. He saluted the royal box and their defeated host in turn.

[Marie]

Gwayne staggered to his feet as his squire ran out to help him take off his helm. His hands were clumsy and he felt a bit dazed, though he managed to watch as Oswyn approached the box where his relations sat with the Queen and Lord Royce. He bowed to Oswyn and watched the presentation.

Since Gwayne had no wife and Lady Annara had not wished to take on the duty, the task of giving the champion his prize and crown of roses in order that he might choose the Queen of Love and Beauty fell instead to his sister Isabel.

"Lord Oswyn," she cried. "I congratulate you on your victory. Here I have the champion's purse."

As he approached she handed over the purse and then, presented on a white velvet cushion, the red rose and laurel crown for the Queen of Love and Beauty. She leaned close to Oswyn and it could be seen that she whispered something to him though nobody beside Oswyn heard what it was.

"I rather thought I might offer a kiss to the winner."

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Oswyn removed his helm, his dark hair matted and clinging to his brow with sweat. Despite his exhaustion and mounting apathy, he accepted the purse with a gracious smile, adopting at least the appearance of the charming knight he had been.

"I thank you and your brother for your generosity as hosts." he exclaimed in response to Isabel, before adding quietly under his breath to her. "And shame your brother before such esteemed company? I think not."

Taking the laurel crown from its cushion, he did no draw out the fanfare of his selection, holding it high above Queen Rose's head to place upon her brow.

"If you can bear the weight of a second crown, there is none more fitting of the title Your Grace." he said in earnest. "As I did at the marriage celebration of your parents, for the tourney held on the occasion, I would also like to donate a quarter of my winnings to the smallfolk of Flea Bottom in your name."

[Marie]

Izzy smiled sweetly at Oswyn. "I was but teasing." Yet she felt a twinge of envy as he crowned the queen. She knew she was more beautiful than Rose, and besides, nobody needed two crowns.

[Lord Gareth Hightower]

Seated nearby, Gareth Hightower studied his sister with a slightly sardonic smile, knowing how much she would have liked to have been crowned by the Champion. He knew that no matter who had won out of the Baratheon and their brother, that the Queen would have been crowned the Queen of Love and Beauty. Both of them, he knew were seeking to ingratiate themselves with the Queen. He hadn't decided yet who was trying the harder, but he found it amusing to watch.

"Perhaps if I had won Isabel, things might have been different." he said in a low voice.

[Marie]

"Perhaps, yes," she murmured. "You'd have crowned your betrothed, as is proper. No man or woman could fault you for that. But what champion have I, who has neither husband nor betrothed?" She sighed.

[Horas]

Bayard claps politely for the victor. Of course, Bayard cared little and less for jousting, though he had been informed that the last tilt was a truly splendid display of skill. Still, Lord Royce knew well enough that even though he could not see, there were events at which he must be seen.

[Lord Harold Tully]

Harold made his way back from wherever it is, having got out of the heaver and easier to remove pieces of armor and took a deep breath. He was getting to old for this shit. He stretched and made his way up to the stands in hope to find the young Lord Hightower after being unhorsed himself.

[Marie]

OOC - are you doing this directly after your tilt or after the final match?