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Flags and streamers bedecked the city streets and pathways, with festive crowds milling about the market square and the shops within. Day Two of the Harvest Festival had begun, and along with it the beginning of the Harvest Tournament. It was arguably the biggest event all year of the Kingdoms of Trevast, as it provided the prime opportunity for all Houses to come together and showcase their finest champions. It was the stuff of legend, really, as many fabled knights had participated in the time-honored sports of the Tournament.
Ser Petyr Bannor, also known as 'The Lion of Summerfield' was among the more fabled champions of House Bayne, with his well known Rival Hermann Aulêa of The Darkmoon Covenant equally as well known in his home territory, namely in service to House Eule. Although there were other prestigious champions of their time, which was roughly a century and a half ago, each tournament they participated in almost certainly would result in the two knights facing off against each other late in the Joust Lists. Each man could claim several Harvest Championships to his name, which further deepened the rivalry between the two great houses when it came to the sport. Many recall, at least from the history texts that detail it, the Harvest Tourney of 156 A.I (After Invasion), wherein Ser Petyr and Hermann simultaneously unhorsed each other, which resulted in the two impassioned knights drawing their swords and proceeding to duel each other in the middle of the jousting lists. (which has subsequently been attributed to the tradition of an unhorsed knight attempting to win a joust match by converting it to a duel, which is often seen as a last resort measure. Although this instance is fondly remembered, the act of doing so is commonly - though not always - looked upon in the light of unsportsmanlike conduct, even though the rules do not expressly forbid it.)
Both knights fought vigorously, with hardly a man gaining the edge of the other for what seemed the better part of the afternoon, as some historians tell it. Whether it was by sheer stamina, or some measure of skill, Petyr eventually disarmed Ser Aulêa, who then conceded to the victor. This was merely one of many confrontations between the two knights, wherein patrons of the Eule Champion were quick to retell when Hermann gained the mastery of Ser Petyr, which then followers of Petyr would then counter with further memories of the two rivals where Petry was the victor, and so on, and so forth.
At any rate, many attribute the accomplishments of these two champions to the shaping of what the tournament is today, not to eclipse the many northern champions, and the rivalry that developed between Houses Vaiken and Barran, which occasionally blossomed into more of a camaraderie in a sort of manner. Only in an event of this sort could one see such antics and tales, and only time would tell if this year would bear similar exploits.
Trumpets sounded in the air as the King, accompanied with his queen and two younger children, entered the central box overlooking the jousting lists. While the Joust was not the only event of the Tournament, due to its prominence and popularity, the field within which it would take place often served as the point in which it started, wherein the King would address the champions of the many houses. As Edric awaited the champions to ride in before him, he turned to his wife and inquired: "Where is Desirak?"
His wife, adorned in a similar fashion as her husband with her crown perched atop her head, but diverting with her beautiful though understated red-and-gold dress, replied with her slightly accented tone: "Where do you think, my love? Probably in the stables fraternizing with the champions before they ride out to meet us. He so desperately wanted to compete.."
"He knows the rules. He's too young, and my heir besides. When he is of the proper age as allowable by the Tournament, I will allow it."
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Desirak, true to his mother's intuition, stood at Ser Gregor's side as he checked his armor, with a squire fastening the last few straps. The armor was a bright, polished steel with the Lion of House Bayne embossed on the chestpiece. And even though Gregor had gained the sponsorship of the King to represent House Bayne, Desirak couldn't help but feel jealous of the honor. Granted, he was the crown prince, and typically the crown prince didn't participate in such events, especially when of a young age, but that didn't sate his thirst for competing.
Gregor caught site of his charge as he stared at him, with a pair of Bayne guardsmen at the Prince's side with Gregor temporary absence.
"Don't look so dour, my Prince." Gregor began, a smirk on his lips: "I'll smack down one of your cousins for you."
Although Gregor was by no means the Prince's equal, he had protected the young man since he was but a boy, and the two had developed a rapport that allowed the Knight to be a bit more familiar with the Prince when they were alone, or at least not in the presence of other nobles. The Prince smiled halfheartedly, but didn't say anything in response as he continued his vigil of his protector, who was about to embark his horse.
The knight settled in his saddle, with his squire handing him his helm. Gregor set it firmly on his head, and trotted his horse to the Prince's side, extended a mailed hand to Desirak. Without pause, he grasped the knight's arm and they shook each other's hand firmly, after which Gregor urged his horse onward to mingle with the other Champions that would ride out with him: similarly adorned in embossed steel armor as per a gift the King made to all the great Houses of Trevast.
@Tristar @Pureblood-Sin @The Star of Chaos @Elijah Brockway @Cainhurst Crow @+SpaceJesus+Ser Petyr Bannor, also known as 'The Lion of Summerfield' was among the more fabled champions of House Bayne, with his well known Rival Hermann Aulêa of The Darkmoon Covenant equally as well known in his home territory, namely in service to House Eule. Although there were other prestigious champions of their time, which was roughly a century and a half ago, each tournament they participated in almost certainly would result in the two knights facing off against each other late in the Joust Lists. Each man could claim several Harvest Championships to his name, which further deepened the rivalry between the two great houses when it came to the sport. Many recall, at least from the history texts that detail it, the Harvest Tourney of 156 A.I (After Invasion), wherein Ser Petyr and Hermann simultaneously unhorsed each other, which resulted in the two impassioned knights drawing their swords and proceeding to duel each other in the middle of the jousting lists. (which has subsequently been attributed to the tradition of an unhorsed knight attempting to win a joust match by converting it to a duel, which is often seen as a last resort measure. Although this instance is fondly remembered, the act of doing so is commonly - though not always - looked upon in the light of unsportsmanlike conduct, even though the rules do not expressly forbid it.)
Both knights fought vigorously, with hardly a man gaining the edge of the other for what seemed the better part of the afternoon, as some historians tell it. Whether it was by sheer stamina, or some measure of skill, Petyr eventually disarmed Ser Aulêa, who then conceded to the victor. This was merely one of many confrontations between the two knights, wherein patrons of the Eule Champion were quick to retell when Hermann gained the mastery of Ser Petyr, which then followers of Petyr would then counter with further memories of the two rivals where Petry was the victor, and so on, and so forth.
At any rate, many attribute the accomplishments of these two champions to the shaping of what the tournament is today, not to eclipse the many northern champions, and the rivalry that developed between Houses Vaiken and Barran, which occasionally blossomed into more of a camaraderie in a sort of manner. Only in an event of this sort could one see such antics and tales, and only time would tell if this year would bear similar exploits.
Trumpets sounded in the air as the King, accompanied with his queen and two younger children, entered the central box overlooking the jousting lists. While the Joust was not the only event of the Tournament, due to its prominence and popularity, the field within which it would take place often served as the point in which it started, wherein the King would address the champions of the many houses. As Edric awaited the champions to ride in before him, he turned to his wife and inquired: "Where is Desirak?"
His wife, adorned in a similar fashion as her husband with her crown perched atop her head, but diverting with her beautiful though understated red-and-gold dress, replied with her slightly accented tone: "Where do you think, my love? Probably in the stables fraternizing with the champions before they ride out to meet us. He so desperately wanted to compete.."
"He knows the rules. He's too young, and my heir besides. When he is of the proper age as allowable by the Tournament, I will allow it."
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Desirak, true to his mother's intuition, stood at Ser Gregor's side as he checked his armor, with a squire fastening the last few straps. The armor was a bright, polished steel with the Lion of House Bayne embossed on the chestpiece. And even though Gregor had gained the sponsorship of the King to represent House Bayne, Desirak couldn't help but feel jealous of the honor. Granted, he was the crown prince, and typically the crown prince didn't participate in such events, especially when of a young age, but that didn't sate his thirst for competing.
Gregor caught site of his charge as he stared at him, with a pair of Bayne guardsmen at the Prince's side with Gregor temporary absence.
"Don't look so dour, my Prince." Gregor began, a smirk on his lips: "I'll smack down one of your cousins for you."
Although Gregor was by no means the Prince's equal, he had protected the young man since he was but a boy, and the two had developed a rapport that allowed the Knight to be a bit more familiar with the Prince when they were alone, or at least not in the presence of other nobles. The Prince smiled halfheartedly, but didn't say anything in response as he continued his vigil of his protector, who was about to embark his horse.
The knight settled in his saddle, with his squire handing him his helm. Gregor set it firmly on his head, and trotted his horse to the Prince's side, extended a mailed hand to Desirak. Without pause, he grasped the knight's arm and they shook each other's hand firmly, after which Gregor urged his horse onward to mingle with the other Champions that would ride out with him: similarly adorned in embossed steel armor as per a gift the King made to all the great Houses of Trevast.
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