The Lady's Favor Joust

[Marie]

Joanna sighed. No-one seemed to want her favour and she was starting to grow bored with Ser Aidan's constant victories.

[Tallahar]

Lord Barristan Dawnrose:

Noteworthy Jousting.

[Horas]

Bannen Keath sees one of the high ladies sigh with boredom -- the King's sister Joanna, he recalled -- and spurs his horse towards her. He extends a long black-painted tourney lance towards her booth.

"Want me to knock the bastard off his horse for you?" He asks. Belatedly, he adds, "M'lady." Chivalry had never been Bannen's strong suite.

[Marie]

"Glady," Joanna said with a laugh. "I grow tired of seeing the same man triumph."

She took one of her favours, black silk embroidered with red around the edges and a red dragon in the middle, and tied it to the knight's lance.

"Might I know my champion's name, ser?"

[Horas]

"My name is Bannen Keath," Bannen says, lowering his lance. "Sworn to one of your cousins. Quentyn." He slams his visor shut and gives a final nod to Joanna, then spurs his horse out onto the lists.

[Expert Lance]

[The Stranger]

Jan 13, 2010 2:17:19 GMT -5 @whatever said:

Ser Andros Yronwood rides forward to the stands, he rides up to what looks to be Lady Aryanna Dayne, but as he gets close he holds the reins to his horse and turns to stand before Queen Morgan instead.

"Your Grace, it would do me great honor if you would allow me to ride in the joust, bearing your favor." he said and bowed his head.

"I would be honored ser," the Queen says delicately, placing her favor on the end of Yronwood's lance.

"Very good your grace," Becca chuckled, "Send a Dornishman to unhorse a Dornishman I always say."

[The Stranger]

Bannen Keath V. Aidan Sand

Keath: 98
Sand: 184

Sand blasts Keath square in the shield, and sends him five feet backwards and into the dirt.

[The Stranger]

[Andros: 170
Sand: 119]

Andros' horse rears up and he salutes his lady the Queen, before lowering his visor. His smaller Dornish steed paws the ground fiercely. Sand's black destrier snorts, its nostrils flaring, while Sand stares on, bemused.

The flag is dropped and the two jousters race towards each other. Sand's shield is lower than it out to be, perhaps his strength was flagging from so many repetitive matches, and Andros strikes him square, sending Sand into the sands of the lists.

[Andros Yronwood improves to Expert- Spear/Lance]

[whatever]

Ser Andros clenched his fist and thanked the Warrior for blessing his lance in the tilt. He rode back to the stands and removed his helmet and bowed his head to Queen Morgan, and let her have her favor back.

[The Stranger]

Queen Morgan smiled, "Keep it for the nonce, good knight, if it is good fortune to you, you may need it yet."

[whatever]

"You honor me, Your Grace. I will wear it with pride." he said and retreated his lance with the Queen's favor still hanging at the end of his lance.

[Helyn Caron]

Anni sat there not paying much attention to what was happening the sun was making her feel weak and tired.

[The Stranger]

Desmona Grafton slides over, "how are you finding the jousting dear? How come your Lord husband is not competing?"

[Helyn Caron]

'I could not say where he is mother.' She replied. 'He rose before i this morning. I find this game tiring. '

[The Stranger]

The heralds eventually call out Lord Barristan, who was initially missed after a page had forgotten to submit his challenge to the list. The young boy is taken out back and horsewhipped for his incompetence.

[Barristan: 124
Andros: 104 (Light hit -5)]

Barristan smacks Andros in the shield, and jostles him, but does not unseat him.

[Barristan: 147, Light hit -5)
Andros: 165 Light hit -5)

Andros returns the gesture, hitting Barristan's shield for the point.

[Barristan: 150
Andros: 117 Average hit -15, light hit -5)

Barristan strikes Andros in the chest, but he holds on tight.

[Barristan: 129
Andros: 87 average hit, average hit, light hit -35]

Barristan again rocks the Dornishman

[Barristan:149
Andros: 61]

Andros is unhorsed.