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Here Ye, Here Ye! Hearken one and all!
Welcome to the Mons Faire, hosted on the grounds before Mighty Castle Halifax!
Tis a lovely Day for a Faire to Celebrate the Feast Day of Saint George, so again I say to you, welcome Yon Lords and Ladies!

This is a Medeival Faire RP. The premise is that the Lord of Mons, (Played by myself) has decided to hold a Faire on this day. There will be Feasting, Song, and Meriment to be had. Brave Knights will sally forth to test their skills in the joust or the sword pit. Stout Yeomen will compete in Caber Tosses, Archery Contests, Wrestling, and of course a good Quarterstaff Match. Vendors will sell a mind boggling array of goods from distant lands and Food and Drink will flow freely.

The Rules of the Faire will be laid out here. Obey them or suffer the Wrath of the Lord of Mons.
*This is a Medieval fantasy RP. Think King Arthur, Charlemaigne, and Robin Hood. So make sure you play the part.
*The Lord's Law is absolute. After all, Its my Town and My Faire.
*Race Selection is limited. No Demons or Vampires, since this is a Saint's Feast Day. No Angels either. They got more important things to do.
*No Asian based characters. This includes Samurai and Ninja. So if I see you wielding a katana or making any ninja hand signs, I'm kicking you out. Middle Eastern Characters however are welcome. (Think Arabian Nights)
*You may Challenge any opponent of your social class to one of the approved contests. This will be an event judged by the Lord to ensure a victor and faire play.(Heh. word play.) In all events, the Lord's decison is final.
*Uphold the rules of Honor and Chivalry as a courtesy.
*No lethal blows. Fights can get nasty, but avoid killing your opponent. Its bad form.
*If you don't know what an event is, then ask out of character or look it up.
*You are not limited to the contests. Feel free to mingle and check the faire out.
*Post your Profiles.
*Have fun.

Contests
Upper Class:
Joust
Melee
Magic Duel
Story
Song

Lower Class:
Caber toss
Wrestling
Story
Song
Archery
Quarterstaves
Drinking
Eating

Your Character Profile (if you feel it necessary to use one.)
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Social Class: (Upper or lower)
Proffesion sad What does your character do?)
Heraldic Device: (For knights and nobility only)(Pic or description)
Appearance: (Pic or Description. No Avatars)

This Profile is by no means set in stone, but this is the basic info I would want of you. Heres mine.

Name: Morgan I
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Social Class: Upper
Proffesion: Lord of Mons
Heraldic Device: User Image
Appearance: User Image
Visitor's registry:
((If you're lower class, you wont make this list.))

Knights in Attenance:
Sir Cathal MacIver of Scotland, Clansman of Campbell
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Sir Nolan
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Baron von Beust
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Visiting Nobles:
The Sorceress Lady Arella of Wales
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Lord Mage Pug conDoin, Duke of Stardock
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Lord Morgan the First stood upon the firm soil of the Faireground and took a deep breath, a satisfied smile on his face. He glanced about at the numerous tents and market stalls that lined the thouroughfares of the celebration, watching the people come and go under a constant drone of convorsation and noise.
"Today will be a good day." He remarked to himself.
He climbed up upon his horse, clad in his well used armor, polished for the occasion. At his side hung the blade that carried him through countless battles and fights. He motioned to his horse and the stout animal bore him off towards his own tent.
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Will you go down to Scarsborough Faire...where the rose grows merry and fine...

So a young maid sang to herself as she wandered hither and thither through the merry droves. It wasn't clear to her why the faire had been arranged; certainly she'd been told but she did not remember. Moving like a whisper she drifted and seemed somewhat apart from the goings on.
Muirghiel
Will you go down to Scarsborough Faire...where the rose grows merry and fine...

So a young maid sang to herself as she wandered hither and thither through the merry droves. It wasn't clear to her why the faire had been arranged; certainly she'd been told but she did not remember. Moving like a whisper she drifted and seemed somewhat apart from the goings on.

((Welcome to the Faire. Make yourself at home, but do please change the color of your Font. It's quite hard to read.))
Cale Darksun
Muirghiel
Will you go down to Scarsborough Faire...where the rose grows merry and fine...

So a young maid sang to herself as she wandered hither and thither through the merry droves. It wasn't clear to her why the faire had been arranged; certainly she'd been told but she did not remember. Moving like a whisper she drifted and seemed somewhat apart from the goings on.

((Welcome to the Faire. Make yourself at home, but do please change the color of your Font. It's quite hard to read.))


((changed it, my apologies, milord))
The Lord made his way to his Tent, dismounting his horse and letting his servants take the animal away.
he took his chair outside his Tent and watched the people come and go, awaiting a few Knights or Yeomen to enter the contests.
Muirghiel
Cale Darksun
Muirghiel
Will you go down to Scarsborough Faire...where the rose grows merry and fine...

So a young maid sang to herself as she wandered hither and thither through the merry droves. It wasn't clear to her why the faire had been arranged; certainly she'd been told but she did not remember. Moving like a whisper she drifted and seemed somewhat apart from the goings on.

((Welcome to the Faire. Make yourself at home, but do please change the color of your Font. It's quite hard to read.))


((changed it, my apologies, milord))

((quite alright))
Commend me to a knight that is there...for he once was a true love of mine...

No one listened as she sang, or if they did, they made no sign. She hovered over a stall that sold cloths, stroking a length of silk brocade, and then leaning over a damask. The merchant hawked his wares but she simply smiled and turned away. No, what she had come here for was the people. To watch and wonder at them. And the contests. She did not care to enter but she would observe.
Morgan motioned to his servant and a Mug of stout beer was given to him.
He chuckled and took a deep swig, his armor glistening in the sun.
"Ahh...Thats a hearty brew." He sighed appreciatively. "Bring me a barrel of this! It is worthy of my seal of approval."

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