THE DUKESTIDE OF 2081

[MisaiAki 91]

 

 

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An Adrian woman prepares her husband for the Dukestide tourney.

 

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First brought forth beneath the reign of Duke Markus Marie Sarkozic, Dukestide stood as a grand celebration of Adrian identity; a season wherein the good-folk of Adria gathered beneath the banners of the Duchy in joyous fellowship, filling the streets with festivity as they awaited the sacred hour of the Ducal coronation.

 

Since that time, Adria has weathered turmoil, and the Exilic Dukes who succeeded Markus were compelled to turn their gaze towards the survival and preservation of their own people. In the face of such hardship, the traditions of Dukestide were left to fade in silence.

 

In sacred homage to these customs that cradle Adria’s very soul, the Duke-elect heralds the return of Dukestide once more.

 

THE HUMBLE HARVESTING  [Thursday. 4PM EST]

The good folk of the Duchy, from those highest within the court to those who have yet to make a name for themselves, shall take to the reaping of the fertile farmlands which give the territory such splendor and plentiful nature.

 

When the sun has fallen, and the work is done, the people shall drink of fine brandy and ale supplied ever so kindly by their family Fontaine, and a great and bountiful meal shall be prepared of farm fresh ingredients and professionally wrangled game - the Great Adrian Borscht.

 

It is highly encouraged that, should any bards, performers, or artists wish to make a name for themselves and perhaps net a small amount of coin, they may address a pigeon posthaste to Chancellor Ardirnien ‘Narthadis’ Arthalion.

 

THE DUKESTIDE TOURNEY [Friday, 5PM EST]

In the following month, the Duchy of Adria will open its tourney grounds to competitors far and wide, so they might compete in skills of war. 

 

Overseen by the Captain of the Ivory Guard, Ser Baudemund Euler, the day is set aside and dedicated to a number of small team buhurt spars, limited to three people per team.

 

In the hopes of establishing a lasting tradition, the Duke-elect shall henceforth name the victorious team the Triumphator Dukestidae, a title to be defended and contested only at the next Dukestide.

 

 

The first three winning teams shall also be awarded the Golden, Silver, and Bronze Eagle trophies respectively, alongside a mina prize and specially commissioned weapons befitting their deed of arms.

 

All willing participants are to send advance word via carrier pigeon to Ser Baudemund Euler, though day of sign-ups shall be accepted as well, provided such competitors appear before the starting bell.

 

 

Spoiler

SIGN UP FOR THE DUKESTIKE TOURNEY! 

 

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdS0rv8keRR3Tub1Uuy36gvcPScuqzcKr4zHTHWzfn1JyJnlQ/viewform 

 

THE DUCAL CORONATION [Sunday, 4PM EST]

Once the good folk of Adria and her cherished guests have taken their rest from nights of revelry, drink, and fighting, the eyes of the Duchy shall turn toward the sacred culmination of the Dukestide, the Ducal Coronation.

 

Upon the Merry Saints Sunday, amidst gathered banners, ringing bells, and assembled peers, the coronation of Duke Miloš Mikhail Sarkozic shall commence. A formal issuing of invitations shall occur before the date itself. 

 

His Grace, Duke of Adria, Count of Aldersberg, Miloš Mikhail Sarkozic.

 

The Honorable, Chancellor of the Duchy of Adria, Princess of the High Kingdom of Idunia, Ardirnien Arthalion.

 

[wootdahnoot 131]

Sir Baudemund Euler would smile his Euler smile, what a glorious announcement!

[Gaja 1310]

Frederick Euler hummed quietly as he read the missive. A joyous time to be a citizen of Adria.

[DarkxWalker 248]

A quill scratches its last line upon the Dukestide parchment, ink blotting faintly as a particular individual leans back. A weary breath escapes him as he applauds, "Adria calls upon its contested champion once more," his hand lingered on the page for a moment, before leaving the entry to rest as his duty turns to his upcoming camaraderie!

[Curry 115]

Isak Euler glanced to the missive, smiling while reading through it. "Long Live Adria!" He mumbles before returning to his normal duties.

Edited May 13 by Curry

[198Os 48]

R.

[Lothar 52]

Lothar Eliasevic would look upon the missive, his old-man-smile slowly growing on his face as he read. 

[Laeonathan 5889]

Godric prepares gifts.