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 Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 7:46 pm
Huzzah!
The crowd in the stands cheered as bright flags were waved out on the field in front of them. A joust was always an exciting event. Sir Floyd of Lawton sat astride his horse and followed his family flag out onto the field, basking in the adulation of the peasants.
He hated them all, base, stupid things. But his skills demanded honing, and tournaments such as this one were the only way. Lifting the visor of his helmet, he looked across the field at the party on the opposite end, where his opponent in this next round sat on his horse.
Clad in black armor with a red flag waving overhead, the combatant did not seem to share Sir Floyd's curiosity. Sir Floyd let his visor drop and directed his horse over to the corral he would be released from for this joust. He saw his opponent, a "Sir Kane," according to his stablehands, do the same on the opposite end of the field.
The two combatants waited, until the boy in the middle of the field waved the blue and yellow flag, and prepared to burst forth for this jousting battle!
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 2:21 am
"Sir" Kane, stared grimly ahead. She had no interest whatsoever in who her opponent was; they were all the same to her. Men of privilege who would all lie in humiliation under her booted heel. As long as she could remember she craved to be a chivalrous knight who laid waste to tyrants and rescued damsels in distress by the dozens, but Royal Decree 8 had changed all that. It stated quite clearly that no woman should mount a horse, be clad in armor, or -most damning of all to young "Sir" Kane- rescue a damsel in distress.
For a time she took solace in the fact that Royal Decree 8 made no mention of ravishing a willing milkmaid in the woods where no prying eyes were liable to be found and took full advantage until her antics drove her doting father Lord Jacob Kane to hatch a scheme to pass his daughter off as a b*****d son, both securing a natural heir and ending his daughter's scandalous behaviour (for a time).
Sir Kane grimly surveyed the crowd until she felt a tug at her leg and looked down. Lady Chastity beamed up at her.
"Would you carry my favor into battle, Sir Kane?"
She lifted her visor and looked down with a quickly spreading grin.
"I would be honoured, Lady Chastity," she said, taking the favour and tying it to her lance. Sir Kane lowered her visor again and spurred her horse, lowering her head into her jousting stance and hurtled towards Sir Lawton.
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The Phantom of Kapow Crew
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 6:49 am
 SHARP DRESSED (WO)MAN! All right! 10 points!
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 2:20 am
Sir Floyd looked contemptuously at the crowd gathered to watch the joust, grinding his teeth as he often did. But he knew his focus couldn't lay with the filthy beggars and mongrels that populated the stands - it had to lay on his opponent across the field, Sir Kane. He knew very little about Sir Kane, and this concerned him. A master of his craft, he always felt it better to know his opponent's technique before the joust. Alas, it was too late for that. He noted the woman giving her favor to Sir Kane, and balked. He felt no need for companionship beyond the occasional wench. His only desire was the glory of the joust, win or lose. Fortunately, he did not lose. His fingers tightened around his lance as he saw the boy raise the flag. The second it dropped, his horse flew forward, charging at Sir Kane...
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 4:09 am
Sir Kane smiled at the pure rush of the beginning of a joust, hurtling towards her opponent with the crowd watching her every move in a hushed silence. She was even strengthened by the knowledge at the outrage she would cause if the cheering masses found out he was a she. With a private smirk she leaned further into her horse, crouched low in the saddle and aiming her lance at the center of Sir Floyd's mass hoping that as in past battles, her smaller frame would prove harder to make contact with.
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 6:56 pm
SHARP DRESSED MAN! All right! 10 points!
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The Phantom of Kapow Crew
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 11:34 pm
A smile rolled across Sir Floyd's face as he grew closer to his opponent, finally able to get a close look at him. He noted Sir Kane's small, wiry, almost feminine frame. Ill-fitting of a man of the joust, he thought. He watched as Sir Kane sank deeper into his saddle, making his torso a smaller target. This may prove problematic for other jousters - perhaps even explain how one of such a petite stature had made it thus far in the game - but it wouldn't be one for Sir Floyd. For if there was one thing of which he was certain, it was that he never missed. He turned his own torso to the side and held out his lance, aiming it for the center of Sir Kane's chest and bracing for impact.
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 1:04 am
Sir Kane grimaced and shifted her aim at the last minute, catching Sir Floyd under the arm with her lance but it wasn't enough to knock his lance far off course and she took the brunt of it. Sir Kane was knocked sideways by the lance, twisting her body and knocking one leg out of her stirrups and almost over the back of her steed.
She dropped her lance and grabbed the saddle to steady herself and swing her leg back over. It didn't look good, but it wasn't a complete disaster. She wheeled her horse around and brought it to a halt. Clearly this battle was going to be decided on the ground. Quickly her attendants ran out to grab the reigns and Sir Kane jumped down from the horse. Pain shot through her ankle as she hit the ground and she stumbled before righting herself. She grimaced and swore under her breath. She'd badly twisted her ankle when it got knocked out of her stirrup.
She gestured brusquely to her attendant to hand over her axe and she marched back out to meet Sir Floyd, trying her best to mask her injured leg.
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 9:29 am
Sir Floyd's eyes widened as a sharp pain shot up his side. This was hardly the first time he'd been lanced, but it wasn't an altogether common occurrence. Ignoring the pain, he whipped his head around to see the status of his foe. He smiled as he watched Sir Kane struggle to stay on his steed. He brought his own steed to a halt, watching Sir Kane dismount. He noted the stumbling, correctly assuming that he had injured Sir Kane's ankle. He dismounted his own steed, his overlooked pain intensifying as he hit the ground. But the pain only fueled his resolve to defeat his opponent. As Sir Kane's attendant handed her an axe, he turned to his own attendant, a slender, lanky peasant boy by the name of Merkel.
"Merkel," he bellowed, condescension in his voice. "My sword, if you will."
Merkel lifted his sword, bigger than him, from the sidelines and dragged it over to Sir Floyd. He took it, lifting it in the air as if to examine it. The crowd roared with excitement. There were rumors that Sir Floyd had been trained in the art of swordplay by the famous Sir Blake, but his jousts rarely progressed to a point where this could be seen. He turned his attention to Sir Kane at the other side of the field. He was a worthy opponent, most definitely. Sir Floyd had long sought one such as him to do battle with. It was indeed possible that this little man would be the first to defeat him. Sir Floyd only hoped that, were this the case, Sir Kane would bestow upon him the honor of death in battle. He looked at his opponent from behind his visor, smirking.
"Shall we?"
((I'm not sure when the bracket ends, but I'll be camping and internet-less until Monday. sweatdrop I'll pick this back up when I get back, if it's still going on.))
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 5:40 pm
Sir Kane smiled and twirled her axe as she watched Sir Floyd heft his sword. She'd been smart in targeting his lance arm at the last minute instead of trying for a dismount she would never achieve. Swinging a sword that big with an injury on that side of his body wouldn't be fun. Just as she was clearing her throat to shout out to Sir Floyd, her concentration was broken by a shout from the crowd.
"Take 'es head off Sir Kane!"
Sir Kane groaned. It was her uncouth cousin Lady Bette Kane, whose disposition was marked by an embarrassing over eagerness for all things martial, driven by her obsession with the jousting champion Sir Grayson. She scanned the crowd to see what damage had been done by the outburst. Lady Chastity supressed a laugh behind her hand and beamed at Sir Kane. She sighed and shook her head, focusing on the task at hand. She knew what the key to her victory was here, the only question was whether she could execute it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 6:50 pm
Sir Floyd's sponsor, the Lady Waller, glares at him, informing him wordlessly that failure is not an option.
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 8:05 pm
::Time Limit Expired::
::Scenario Terminated::
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