The First Imperial Tournament!

[Glyc 234]

I, Bertram Brunswick will partake in both events.

[Chaqery 427]

 

The tournament was still nearly a Saint's Week away and already the tourney grounds were filled with the hustle and bustle of tents being pitched and vendors plying their crafts. It was then, no surprise to hear the thunderous hoof-beats of a company of horsemen sauntering into the grounds. From the clanking of armored barding to the jingle of reins, the whip of flags and creak of plate armor, one thing became apparent. Les Gensdarmes had come to partake in the tournament.

 

 

As the column casually strode onwards, the head cavalier broke off from the group and tugged his anxious charger to a halt before the grounds organizer. With a creak, the horseman opened his visor.

 

"Nous allons gagner ce tournoi! Right men?!" he shouts, to which the entire column of Gensdarmes takes up their song.

 

 

http://youtu.be/heFkmvxZytY?t=1m26s

 

((The song below to the tune of the video just above.))

 

"We're bold!

We're pissed!

We'll see you in the lists!
Les Gensdarmes!
Les Gensdarmes!

Les hommes!

-De guerre! 

Qui viennent de Finistère!
Les Gensdarmes!

Les Gensdarmes!

 

-And we hail from Finistère! Oorah!"

 

As the song draws into a closing, the men begin to beat their lances against their shields and cheer. The thrill of a tournament is what Auvergnians lived for. The hot-blooded cavalrymen of the Exercitus Imperium were no different. Marcel would be sure of that.

[Sneaky 189]

"I Lazare Brunswick will rent a stall! As I watch my son win both tournaments!" He rubs his chin thinking about the money already.

[Rhia 936]

"Must we be knighted to participate in this event?" questions Sam Hawkins, reading the posters.

"I am of the Decterum, and if possible I would like to attend..."

 

((Knights and men of noble birth for this first one! but there will be a future event when anyone can partake))

-snip-

((lovely post, I need a list of names ser!))

 

"I Lazare Brunswick will rent a stall! As I watch my son win both tournaments!" He rubs his chin thinking about the money already.

 

(( I reserved you one, feel free to go set up at anytime))

[Helbolt 129]

Sawdust and piles of stone line the Eastgate Castle's grand hall as a peasant enters.  Jacob Frost sits on a chest with a half eaten chicken leg hanging from his hand.  "Jacob," the man exclaims.  "There is a tournament hosted by the Chivays!"  Lord Frost takes another bite from the bone and smiles before replying.  "We have work to do finishing this Castle for the Stafyr's move," he says amicably.  "But, Lord Frost," the man insists, "there are going to be a lot of nobles and knights, plus it says ale-makers from all over!"  Jacob's eyes light up as he hears the word ale.   He takes the poster and begins to read.  "That so," he mumbles between bites of fatty flesh.  "Ser Valois?  I've been meaning to knock that violent cur on his arse."  He smiles to himself thinking of past events.  "Alright, Howard, shine up my armor, rusty chain mail won't work for this event.  Oh, and do let them know that I will be coming."  The peasant nods and runs off towards the palace.

 

 

 

 

Lord Jacob Frost, Baron of Fanghorn, Watcher of East Gate Castle, Guardian of the Borderlands, and Servant of Count Farley Stafyr II, will be in attendance and wish to participate.

 

 

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ser rydel owl says "I will go to sword fight.."

[Aetosion 2062]

His hands, softened by two decades of privy administration, wrest open the creaking latches of an old trunk brought from Anthos. Inside is a blanket, which when pulled aside reveals the armour bearing the insignia of the Lord General of the last Horen king. The August Imperial Chamberlain, Ser Edward Winter II, knighted under the last dragon, reaches into the chest and withdraws a wicked steel shortsword with a tarnished silver snowflake inset into the pommel of the yak-leather wrapped hilt, and gives it a few light swings. He smiles softly as Frostbite dances in the light, "It's been a while, old friend." He then sighs and puts all the **** back in the trunk, shaking his head, because he won't be able to make the Tournament.

[Lefty 1696]

"I'll fight for the honour of House Lenblade, says Borus Lenblade."

[big narstie 1701]

"Rocco Romstun awaits his moment to slap ****"

[Raptorious 1899]

Ser Maric Varodyr II signs his name on a piece of parchment, where he has written a letter detailing his intent to attend both events.

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

A finely wrapped scroll bearing the seal of The Order of Saint Lucien arrives to the tournament keepers,

"To whom it may concern,

I Holy Ser Rosencrantz of House Revandir, Grand Prior of the Holy Order of Saint Lucien, also known as 'The Poor Fellow Soldiers of Horen'. Wish to enlist myself and my steed, Deus Magnus IV into the roster for the Joust! Also, I wish to myself, partake in any Melee event as well. May His path guide you to enlightenment.

Kind Regards,

Holy Ser Rosencrantz of House Revandir"

[Anawkin 247]

Pierre de Bretagne promptly signs his name up for both events, walking off to fetch his equipment.

[Scipp3r 451]

Crown Prince Packard Denims of Holm signs his name for both events.

[calculusdesola 1658]

"The August Imperial Marshal Vibius de Sola herewith submits his entry into the tournament's lists."

[Rhia 936]

((Alright guys, the list is getting long... what do we think is the best way to handle this? Single or double elimination for each event? Also still have shops open and room for a few more breweries in the drinking tent! ))