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« on: March 14, 2006, 01:40:23 AM »

As the sun's rim broke over the horizon you could hear the pounding of nails into wood as men built the platform on which the King and his court would sit along with fixing up the old weather beaten wooden benches that lined the tournament field.

Several men prepared the ground and rings for the certain events to take place in each area; the ground was chewed up and softened as much as possible before putting a nice large layer of sawdust with in the wrestling ring.  Others put paced out and put up the archery targets; large leather bound round wooden structures with concentric with three concentric circles becoming smaller until there was a red dot in the center of it.  That was called the bullseye.

Still others prepared the tents, jousting poles and runner with which those who wanted to joust would use.

They worked, some jesting, some silent, knowing that as soon as they were done, the women would come along and place the different colored cloths upon the King's chair, and the rest of the chairs where his Court would sit.  Each chair would have the Nobles picture of his Coat of Arms upon it and ranked from highest to lowest.  There was speculation among the men and women who the two blank chairs, one, to the left of Baron Scar's chair and the other to the left of Count Gir'old's chair.

The men finished the platform and the women came and began to put the brightly colored cloth, banners and Coat of Arms upon the platform and chairs.  All of them were thankful that the wind was calm, but warm and that the day looked liked it was going to be sunny, warm and dry; which was a welcomed relief from the cold and rain.

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« Reply #1 on: April 19, 2006, 01:47:23 AM »

Thai drove the wagon out to the tournament grounds while Bregan told him that the tent was well set up and that the townspeople had already begun to gather.  The girls in the back were talking and laughing amongst themselves.  The sky was a brilliant blue and the sun and a warm southernly breeze caressed everyone's faces. what a fantastic day for a tournament. And a great day to make some money! Thai thought as he drove up and saw his tent.

He pulled up the wagon toward the back of the tent and he, Bregan and the girls quickly emptied the wagon.  Thai went and hung his shingle from the outside of his tent and soon very thirsty men were clamoring all over buying his ale.  Thai rubbed his hands in glee as he thought of the money he would make.  The girls flitted out and through the crowd taking orders from those who wished not to leave their seats.

Thai and Bregan were kept on their toes pouring their customers ales, but Thai did have a chance to look over the several sites where certain competitions would take place.  Each place was marked by a different color; the archery ring was marked by green, the wrestling by yellow, the swordmanship by white, the jousting by blue and there were other rings for other competitions as well all marked with a sign and color.  The new knights tent was over on the other side of the field but Thai could see the pennant flying on top of it.  He knew that is where Damien and Grunok would be.

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« Reply #2 on: April 21, 2006, 10:19:23 AM »

Finally Cherri made her way to the tournament grounds a little ahead of the crowd.  There were already quite a few gathered.  Cherri looked for a familiar face or at least someone else with a bow to ask where the archery contest would be held.

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« Reply #3 on: April 22, 2006, 02:33:23 AM »

Damien and Grunok walked into the tent and there lying on a cot was Grunok's new clothes; a pair of supple dark brown leather pants held with a wide black leathered belt with a large square silver belt buckle, and a simple light brown short sleeved shirt.  On top of this the knight novice would wear a simple white frock until he was knighted.

Grunok's armour and shield were gleaming and leaning on a rack next to his cot.  Damien looked around and smiled.

"Well my friend, time for you to change out of those clothes."

Grunok grunted, looking at his old torn rags and the new ones that lay before him.  He began to strip off his shirt.

"I will go outside and wait until you are dressed." Damien said, as he walked out of the tent.

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« Reply #4 on: April 22, 2006, 03:32:23 AM »

Voltigar met Damien as he walked out of the tent.  "I need to speak with you." Voltigar said a bit urgently.

Damien knew that look in his friends and King's eye, "What do you need to know?"

"You know the two sisters, Iris and Cadence?"

"Yes, what of them?" Damien asked, his curiosity peaking. He knew how Voltigar felt about those two, especially the one called Iris.  He would probably marry her, but she was a commoner and he was King; not that that made any difference to Voltigar or himself for that matter, but it would matter to the Nobitlity, such as it was, in Voldar.

"There is something strange going on with Iris's sister Cadence.  Suddenly she seems to have met a man, just told Iris about him and now this man announces that he and Cadence have been wed.  All of this seemingly was done this morning."

"Well, I have to give it to this man, Cadence is very pretty and..."

"Enough of your jesting Damien, this man's name is Clayton Drake and he is from Nyer."

Damien's eyes narrowed. "Did you say Nyer?" he asked.

"Yes, Nyer. I know you and I are thinking the same thing.  That is why I had this Clayton Drake taken by the guards to be brought here without telling him why.  I wanted to see his reaction."

"And?"

"It was not good. I watched him from above and he seems to take pleasure in pain. It reminded me of how I felt when I recalled Trelor the less and his dungeon of pain. That reminds me, where is Grunok?"

"Inside changing. Tell me more of this Clayton Drake." Damien asked, steel in his voice.

"At first he did not want to go and squeezed poor Cadence's wrist very hard stating something or other about not wanting to leave his wife's side as it was their wedding day and night.  I think he wants to keep her by his side to control her.  However when the palace guards insisted, he relented.  He should be on his way here."

"So where is Cadence?" Damien asked.

"I sent her to Iris so that she and her could get dressed and be my guests at the tournament.  I wanted this Clayton close to me and especially you.  I am doing this as a pretense of celebrating their wedding, though I doubt if Cadence would really marry someone without her sister by her side.  This Clayton seems to have some hold on Cadence; whether it is love, or something else I do not know.  You my friend are to find out everything you can about this man."

"Are you thinking about Lycheus?"

Voltigar nodded, "I should have never let him go.  However there is a much more worry than Lycheus.  It is Christian, the Earl of Nyermersys.  He was Cedric's cousin, and though they hated each other, they have an unusual sense of honor over there.  If Lycheus did find his way to Nyer..."  Voltigar stopped talking as the implication was already there.

"You can count on me my Liege and friend. I will know this Clayton Drake better than his own mother.  But what about your suspicions of him hurting Cadence?"

Voltigar sadly shook his head. "Unless I can find grounds to annul the marriage then there is nothing I can do...personally."

"What about him hurting her? Should that not be enough?" Damien asked angrily.

"Only if she complains.  He told the guards it would never happen again and said something about not knowing his own strength and her being so fragile."

"Bulls pie, and you know it! There must be something you can do." Damien was so angry spittle flew from his mouth.

"I have Iris talking with her sister. Maybe we can find out something there.  In the meantime I promise to see what I can do. Besides, Damien, friend or not, do not ever raise your voice to me again." Voltigar's voice was barely above a whisper and Damien knew that was when his friend and King was the angriest and most dangerous.

"I apologize my Liege and hopefully still my friend. I...I was."

"I know I too am concerned about Cadence.  But something more sinister may be at play here.  Go and see if Grunok is ready. I will go to my place on the royal stand and await your presence."

Damien nodded and went back into the tent as Voltigar left.

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When the band of trumpeters saw the King approach the royal stand they stood and blew their trumpets nice and loud.  The crowd of people stopped their talking and drinking as a loud barrister pronounced.  "Here Ye! Here Ye! The King approaches"

Voltigar raised his right hand as he mounted the stairs to a thunderous applause from the townspeople, his court that was waiting for him and others who had gathered for the tournament. He noticed that several seats were unoccupied, namely Count Run'ior and his cronies.  He walked to a dias and waving his hands caused the crowd to become silent.  "My fellow citizens, friends and neighbors of Voldar welcome to this celebration and tournament.  I assure you that besides the competitions I have some surprises in store for you.  It will be a grand day. Enjoy yourselves, and ladies," his eyes swept the grandstand and the crowd, "I hope you will all have me on your dance cards for the ball tonight.  So without further adieu I claim this tournament officially begun!"

The trumpeters loudly trumpeted again and Voltigar sat down. He smiled inwardly when he noticed his personal guards escorting a very nervous man toward him.  He waited until they brought him to him. "My Liege," said one guard, "here is the man you requested."

Voltigar patted an empty seat on his left side. "Please sit here. I wish to speak to you as I watch the tournament."  He said to Clayton.

The barrister yelled, "First competition will be the Archery contest. All contestants come forward and be announced."

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« Reply #5 on: April 23, 2006, 10:40:23 AM »

As Damien leaves the tent, Grunok pauses, looking at his old coat on the floor as he begins to remove the tattered shirt that he wears.  What am I doing here? he thinks, self-doubt swamping him.  I know nothing of this place, the way it works... even what I am meant to be doing now. All the good things he has accomplished suddenly seem irrelevant and the orc's face screws up in an excess of confusion.  And all the people...  Grunok had seen the benches lining the tournament grounds and it came to him suddenly that there would be people sitting on those benches, watching him.  

Grunok's past has left him very worried about crowds, particularly large crowds of humans.  As the realisation of the vast crowd that would soon be there hits him, the Losh-Oc freezes, shirt half-over his head. He lets it fall back down onto his body, ignoring the new clothes on the bed and bends to pick up his coat, a muffled wooden clanking coming from it as his two almost-weapons hit through the fabric.  Turning to the door, Grunok shakes his head and moves to the far wall, pulling up the fabric of the tent where it is staked into the ground.  Ducking underneath he slips out quietly, thinking he is unnoticed and starts off at a slow jog.

Weaving through the streets, Grunok keeps his head down, not looking at anyone, unsure of where he is headed.  As Arth's comes into sight he almost climbs the steps but at the last moment, he changes direction, a flash of mmory of Damien sprawled unconcious by the door colouring his decision.

Arriving at the gate, Grunok feels a flash of alarm.  He had not been aware of where he was heading, and seeing that he is about to leave Voldar, he turns around, eyes wide as he tries to think: What am I doing?  Where will I go? There is a small crowd of travellers slowly moving out into the countryside and Grunok is caught in them, carried with the tide of carts and human bodies up to the gate, under the great black-and-gold banner and out to the road.

Unexpectedly he had arrived, and inadvertently he had left.  Grunok takes one last look at the tall, strong walls of Voldar and turns with a heavy heart from them, thrusting his hands into his pockets.  An expression of digust crosses his face as he quickly takes his hand out again as he starts walking...

"Ugh.  Kel'brry pye."

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« Reply #6 on: April 24, 2006, 04:30:23 AM »

Cherri moved further into the tournament grounds infront of the crowd.  She stood off to the side so that she could see the entirety the everything before her.  Her keen elven syes watched as Damian Scar and the orc Grunok entered into a tent.  Shortly after Damian exiting, leaving Grunok to change Cherri presumed.  

Cherri watched as another human spoke with Damian.  Cherri's eyes notcied their features and realized that something vexing was happening.  She then watched as Damien was apparently reprimanded.  'Who would have the authority to repimand the Commander' Cherri thought and before she had barely finished it the answer came, 'Only the King.'

Her train of thought provide correctly as she watched the man stride towards the royal stand preceded by all the fanfair that usually accompanied royality.  The King was speaking when Cherri noticed movement from behind Grunok's tent.  She no longer paid the King's short speech any attention as she watch the green mass of Grunok leave the tournament grounds.  A quick glance at Damian told Cherri that he had no idea about the orc's quiet and quick departure.

Cherri began to move quickly towards the tent where Damian stood.  Everyone was paying attention to the King's speech.  Cherri neared Damian by was stopped by two guards.

"Sorry, this area is off limits to commoners.  Knights only area."  one of the guards said.

"Please, I must speak to Commander Scar.  It is urgent that I do so."

The guards before Cherri barely looked at each other and shook their heads in unision.

"I am sorry M'lady, we can not let you pass."

"Fine, then could you at least pass on a message to the Commander?"

The guards looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.  "What is the message?"

"Just tell the Commander to check on Grunok." Cherri heard the annoucement of the tournament beginning and that the archery contest was up first.

"Please do so and hurry." Cherri said as she turned and headed towards the middle grounds of the tournament to be announced.  

The two guards looked at each other.  Not many people had probably noticed that Grunok was in one of the tents in the Knights area.  The both hurried over to Commander Scar.

"Commander Scar, Sir!  We have a message for you from an elfess.  She asks that you check on Grunok, Sir!"

Cherri walked towards the barister not really knowing what she was supposed to be doing or who she needed to tell to be announced.  

"Cherri Rowandyn, daughter of Carolus and Irit Rowandyn.  I wish to participate in the archery contest." Cherri's violet eyes were alive and seemed to dance.  The bow which Cherri now had in her hand seemed to thrum with her heart beat.  She already loved the feel of Tythle's bow, her bow, and felt comfortable with it even tho she had never even shot it.  Cherri offered a silent prayer to Ava not to embarress herself or bring shame to her father's name.

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Clayton looked around nervessly looking for Cadence.  He always felt better, more in control, when Cadence was there.  He knew that she would not allow anything to happen to the love of her life and new husband.

Clayton looked at the King when the King addressed him and quickly became the picture of calmness and martial bliss everyone expected him to be.

"Your Majesty.  I am honored that you would find favor in a merchant such as myself to have as your guest." Clayton took the seat the King had patted and made himself comfortable.  He knew the King was probably going to ask all sorts of questions about Cadence and himself, which he was ready to answer.  Clayton also noticed the other empty seats and relaxed.

Clayton's eyes fell upon a tall slender woman beneath them apparetly participating in the archery contest.  She was beautiful and he noticed her dress suited her curves just right.

Cherri felt a coldness creep over her.  She looked up and around to see what suddenly caused the shudder that ran through her.  Above her in the royal stand there was a human man staring at her as if to devour her.  Cherri's eyes went from the man to the King wondering why the King would keep company with such a man.  She saw the King addamantly studing the man beside him and from what she could tell did not like the conclusion he was arriving at.

Cherri looked as a coach unloaded two of the most beautiful human women Cherri had seen in a long time.  It wasn't their dresses that caught notice, but something radiating from them both.  Cherri turned her attention back to contest at hand and awaited further instruction.

Iris and Cadence stepped from the coach and was escorted up the stairs to the King.  Both women curtsied low.  Iris paid no attention to Clayton, but kept her eyes on the King's own.  She hoped her could read the silent plea that was there.  She must speak to him and tell him of all that Cadence had told her.  Cadence offered a small smile to the King.  She suddenly looked years older and tired.  There were also tell tell signs that she had been crying tho one had to look very hard to see them.  Iris had done well to cover them up.

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« Reply #7 on: April 24, 2006, 05:34:23 AM »

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"I have to say, I'm glad I found you on that wall, little one. If not for that, I'd be patrolling, and not have the slightest chance of ever seeing the tournament. Thanks to you I can go watch some of it. And I don't even have to go back immediately..." Mitch, the soldier, went on in this vain walking from the main gate to the tournament grounds. There were still quite a few people on their way there, so he spoke in a low voice. Even those who were close to him only heard that he was talking, not what he was saying exactly. Most did not look, assuming him a little touched in the wits that he should be speaking to himself.
There was only one person who actually heard what Mitch was saying. She didn't understand more than half of it, but she enjoyed listening to him talk as she advanced towards the commander faster than she could ever have walked herself. Mitch had broad enough shoulders, so she was quite comfortable sitting there. She noticed that they weren't walking towards the castle, but then again, maybe the commander wasn't there. She assumed that Mitch knew where he should search for him. It looked like that, anyway.
"Grunok, the famous orc who helped restore king Voltigar to the throne, is going to be knighted today. The Commander and the orc seem to be good friends, and the Commander has organised the ceremony. I should think that wherever Grunok is, the Commander is too. Look." They had arrived at the tournament grounds, and Mitch pointed towards a big tent. "Grunok should be there, methinks. Let's go there to find the Commander." Mitch made his way over to the tent, but was stopped by some guards, who asked his business.
"I was sent here by Captain Graaves, with an urgent message for Commander Scar. Where can I find him?"

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« Reply #8 on: April 25, 2006, 12:46:23 AM »

Two guards rapidly approached Damien as he watched the King leave and then watched the spectacle before him.  He then remembered Grunok but waited for the guards to approach. "Commander, there is or was a young lady who asked to give you a message."

Damien thought of all of the young ladies he had known or had even just met, even briefly, in these last days.  He smiled, "Well what is the message?" He asked, thinking that it was to be a secret rendevioux.

"She said, to watch out for Grunok." the guards replied in unison.

Damien quickly put his head into the tent and found Grunok missing.  The clothes he was supposed to wear were not even touched.  He poked his head out, "Stop that girl and bring her to me." He ordered.

"The guards turned and saw the young lady stating her name for the archery contest. "Commander, there she is, being announced for the archery contest."

Damien stared at her and then recognized the healer in Arth's. Relief fled through his face, at least it was not what I thought it was. But then where is Grunok?  And why did she give me this message? Does she know something I do not?  These and other questions ran through his mind in several blinks. "Just keep an eye on her and do not, I repeat do not allow her to leave the tourney grounds until I speak with her."

"Yes Sir," they both shouted in unison again and turned and started to keep watch on her.

Damien went back into the tent and his keen eye picked up Grunok's footprints.  They led to the back of the tent, Damien lifted the flap and began following the footprints. They began to go back into town, and they began to mingle in with others and wagon tracks, but Damien knew how to track, besides Grunok's footprints were a bit unique.  Damien saw them hesitate when they came to Arth's. Damien thought that maybe there was something in Arth's that Grunok had wanted, but the footprints continued on.

Now they were on cobblestones and all Damien could do was start to ask questions of those who were still in town whether they had seen an orc.  Most just stared at him, they were the strangers, but some townspeople who had heard of Grunok, told him what direction he had gone.  Damien had been trotting all this time and now as he talked to a guard at the main gate and he told him he saw Grunok pass through just a short while ago Damien began running.

Soon it became apparent that Grunok had meant to leave and had not been taken hostage or anything sinister.  Damien saw a caravan far in the distance and realized that Grunok was leaving.  Why he did not say good-bye or why he even left left Damien wondering.  He stopped running, lifted his hand up in the air, waved and said in a whisper, "I called you neighbor when we first met, and then I called you friend when it suited me, now I call you friend because you are and always will be. May Seyella see fit that our paths will one day cross again."

He sighed a deep sigh and then Damien turned and began running back to the tournament grounds. He needed to tell the King before he tried to knight someone who was not there. Besides there was this Clayton Drake to see.

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It did not take long for Damien to get back to the tourney grounds.  He snuck back into the knights tent the way he left.  With his Kyranian blood, Damien could run very fast and very long, more than any human alive, except another Kyranian, then it would be a race of the fittest.  He had been gone no longer than a quarter of an hour but was met by another guard who had waited paitently by the knights tent with the other guards who were still watching the announcement of the archers and especially the young lady who had given them the message for the Commander.  Which was not a chore at all, seeing she was the prettiest archer they had ever seen.

Damien walked out of the tent heading for the King, when he was stopped, again. "Commander there is another guard with a message for you. This one is a gate guard."

Damien looked at the young gate guard, "I already know." He said and began walking.

Mitch's mouth dropped wide open in surprise. He ran toward Damien and was almost skewered by one of the palace's guards pike. "Commander, you know about this brownie." He yelled.

Damien wheeled about. He needed to talk to the King, but this was too good to pass up.  He nodded to the guards to let Mitch pass, Mitch walked rapidly up to Damien, seemingly talking to the air.  He then stopped, "Commander, this brownie, her name is Tulpje, has a message for you."

Damien's jaw usually does not drop, for he has seen many things in his day, but when he saw the tiny figure upon the guards shoulder, it dropped.  "What is your name and what did you call...it?" Damien asked, staring unabashadely at the figure on the guards shoulder.

"My name is Mitch, Mitch Riley, Corporal, Sir.  I found Tulpje on the wall of the city after an owl seemingly dropped her off."

"An owl?"

"Yes Sir, an owl.  Anyway she told me she had a message for you. I went to the Captain and..."

"Hold up there Corporal, did you say she told you she had a message for me, personally, or just said she had a message?"

"For you personally Sir. She named you by name."

"She did, did she. Hmm?"

"Well Corporal let me have her and then you can be on your way."

"She does speak Commander, though it is quite broken. I do not think she speaks Tharian very well. However she does seem to understand, at least most of what you are saying.  Just a suggestion Sir, if you are planning on going to see the King, would it not be a distraction to him and the others if they see Tulpje on your shoulder, and I really do not think she would appreciate being put in your pocket."

Damien looked at Mitch. "You have a point there Corporal." He then peered at Tulpje, "Whatever it is that you have to tell me it will have to wait. In the meantime I will leave you in the capable hands of Mitch here."

"Corporal, Mitch, whatever you do, do not lose her and stay here until I fetch you. Is that understood?"

Mitch's face brightened at the prospect of being at the tourney, but also more so that he was doing something special for the Commander, besides he was begininng to like Tulpje, even if she only listened and talked once in awhile."Yes Sir." He said, then his face turned down, "Captain Graaves said I could stay a little bit at the tourney, but I doubt he meant all day."

"Do not concern yourself about that Mitch. I will send word."

"Actually Sir, I believe he will be escorting a young lady who came through the gates this morning to the tourney."

Damien smiled, "Good, then I shall see and talk with him then. Now go enjoy yourself, but make sure you do not lose her or that others do not notice her either."

"How...how am i supposed to do that?" Mitch asked.

"You seem to be a resourceful person, figure it out. I have to go see the King." Damien replied, chuckling a little as he left Mitch standing there with a dumbfounded look upon his face.

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« Reply #9 on: April 25, 2006, 03:23:23 AM »

Voltigar spoke out of the side of his mouth to this man who called himself Clayton Drake.  When he had seen the man from above he did not like him when he saw how rough he had been to Cadence, up close the man almost made his skin crawl.  He was oily, like one of those fake magicians that used to flood the city selling magic potions that claimed to cure anything.  Once word got around that those magicians heads were on top of the spikes surrounding the city, the flood of those types waned...alot.  Damien's axe sure did swing alot those days. Voltigar thought with a slight inward smile.  

Clayton Drake will never knew what hit him when he meets Damien. Damien can be as oily as those magicians but he is also many times over as deadly and can sniff out the truth out of anyone better than Voltigar had ever seen.  And Voltigar was one who thought himself good at that, but Damien...he was a class by himself.

"I admire and take care of my people, Mister Drake, especially my staff. And when one of them wants to be wed, they know that they can come to me and I will gladly wed them myself."  

"Cadence married you quite rapidly, and without her only sister and living relative not being there, much less being told.  When I heard about this I was curious as to the man that could sweep sweet Cadence's off of her feet so much so that all of that could have happened.  I can see how she could fall for you. You have been blessed by one of the gods, I do not know which, with a very handsome face. Excuse me a moment." He said as he saw a very beautiful elfess come forward and annouce herself as a contestant for the archery contest.

"M'lady it is a pleasure to meet you. I hope there will be other contestants, though I do not believe there are many that would match your beauty."

A drunken townsman shouted, "Your Majesty, will she be your reward tonight?"  A few other drunken townsmen laughed.

Voltigar's lips tightened then he raised his head, "Mister, I would hold thy tongue, else ye would find it skewered upon this lass's arrow.  For I believe she could find it even if ye closed thee's trap and ran for a hundred paces."

He looked at Cherri, "Do you believe ye could do such a thing, M'lady?" He asked with a smile and a twinkle in his eye.

Suddenly the crowd hushed and parted to allow the King and Cherri to see who had spoken.  The man stood there with a tankard of ale in his hand and he was quickly surrounded by guards.

Voltigar raised his voice as he spoke. "I will wager three hundred sans that M'lady Cherri can pierce your tankard of ale. Hold out your hand Mister."

The man looked very nervous and would have bolted except for the guards. He slowly stretched out his arm holding the tankard...it was shaking visibly.  "Your Majesty, what...what happens if she misses?" He asked meekly.

"What did he say?" Asked Voltigar.

"He asked what if she misses?" One of the guards yelled back.

Voltigar shrugged, "Then I lose three hundred sans, and you my neighbor may lose thy arm, or even life if she is not as good as I think she is.  But I have not had someone counter my wager."

"Ah, I think the right person has arrived." Voltigar said as he looked toward Damien as he walked up the stairs. Damien had been listening to everything as he had walked toward the King.  He had a grim look upon his face when he noticed a man sitting in his place and realized that this must be the man Voltigar had told him about, Clayton Drake.  He then looked toward Voltigar. "Your Majesty," he said aloud, "I cannot wager against you for I too believe that M'lady Cherri can also pierce the tankard, for it seems to be only a hundred paces away, so I must respectfully decline."

"Mister, it seems that thy fate rests in the bow arm of M'lady Cherri.  If she pierces the tankard you win three hundred sans, if she does not, well...then maybe ye will learn to keep thy mouth shut."

Voltigar looked down upon Cherri. "M'lady, the stage is all yours.  If ye hit the tankard then ye have earned the right to compete in the contest. For as though we try to be cosmopolitan, only men are allowed to compete at the tourney, unless it is the 'entertainers comptetition' which the audience votes upon and there is no reward."  

"The reward for the archery contest is a golden arrow, which most melt down.  Its worth is then more than a years wages.  Are ye prepared to do this, or would ye rather not?  I would understand if ye choose not to do so. I will gladly give up my three hundred sans for your choice and honor.  But I truely believe and so does the Commander here that you can shoot the tankard from that man's hand.  However the choice must be yours."

At that time, Iris and Cadence are led up the risers.  The King acknowledges them, sees the message in Iris's eyes and then points to seats to the right of him, usually where Count Run'ior and his cronies would sit. "Ladies I will speak with you shortly, right now I have a bit more pressing engagement."  

He then turned back to Cherri. "M'lady what is your decision?" He asked.

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« Reply #10 on: April 25, 2006, 07:55:23 AM »

Cherri curtsied low before the King as she was announced for the contest and straightened rather quickly as her ears heard the drunkard's vulgar insinuation.  

Usually Cherri was well tempered except where her reputation and honor were being tarnished.  Her eyes quickly flashed a warning of her temper.

She listened to the King's challenge and found it pleasing to her.  She knew if she punctured anything other than the tankard it would be her temper finding its outlet, but probably would not be perceived as such.  

Cherri notched an arrow and sighted her target seemingly the drunkard's groin area.  

"Are you sure, you wish the tankard, My Lord.  It would be a shame to miss and wound his arm so that he could not perform his daily tasks, but there is something he could do without, mayhap then he would respect the honor of a woman."

A smile crept across Cherri's lips as the drunkard realized just where she was aiming and began stammering and trying to shy away from her sight.  

"I would hold very still if I were you." Cherri warned loud enough for the man to hear.  He stopped figitting for a brief moment his eyes wide in shock.  In that moment Cherri let the arrow she had notched loose and it swiftly hit its mark close to the lower center of the tankard.

Cherri thought the drunkard would wet himself like a small child as he stood staring at the tankard in his hand before letting it fall to the ground.

"I believe, my Lord, I have gained entry into the contest." Cherri said as slung the bow onto her back and curtisied low before the King.

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« Reply #11 on: April 26, 2006, 01:30:23 AM »

There was a thunderous sound of applause and much laughing as the man whose tankard was shot out from his hand quickly made a hasty retreat knowing he had messed his pants.  The guards were laughing so hard they let him go.

Voltigar was laughing himself as he spoke to Cherri, "Aye, M'lady. I think that he has learned his lesson and you above all have earned your right to compete."  

He raised his head, "What say ye all? Has she the right?"

The crowd almost in unison and most of the Nobles sitting on the risers shouted, "Aye, she has earned the right!"

Voltigar beamed at Cherri, "It seems that the people have spoken and so have I.  Now the question remains, "Who will stand with her?"

Several men stepped out from the crowd and walked toward Cherri and the King.  "I be Erich the butchers son, said a short, squat black haired man. He nodded to Cherri, "It would be a pleasure to nock arrows with her."

"So be it Erich." Voltigar replied as he looked at the others.

"I be Niles from Milkengrad said another; this one was a bit taller than Erich, and had sandy brown hair and brown eyes.

Another went forward, I be Stephen the Woodcutters son, I be Darius the Red said another, this one had red hair and Voltigar addressed him.

"Ah, Darius I was wondering if you were going to defend your championship. Introduce yourself to the lady."

Darius weaved his way through the other archers who had been standing all around Cherri seemingly admiring her bow, but their eyes gave them away.  Voltigar smiled inwardly and he knew all of these men and their character.

Darius finally made it to Cherri, stood in front of her and looked at her. "M'lady, I saw the shot which ye did and I laud thee's accomplishment.  However, I have defended my title as the best archer in Voldar for a long time and though I admit to lose it to such a one as yourself would not sting as much as losing it to one of these, it still would sting, so I pull no favors where you are concerned. I hope you understand?"  He asked as he bowed slightly, turned away and stood shoulder to shoulder with her.

Voltigar raised his arms, "Is there no one else?" He asked.  There was some murmuring among the crowd and some light jesting but no one else came forward. "Archers, prepare your bows and arrows.Judges prepare the targets and while they do so we will wait to see if there are others who are willing to pit their skills against these."

Voltigar returned to his seat as the Archers looked over their bows and were directed to a line to start the competition and the judges set up the targets.  He bowed and smiled at Iris and Cadence, "I am sorry for not greeting you properly ladies, but at the time as you can see I was busy. Cadence you are lovely as ever and Iris...I truely believe that every man tonight will be tripping over their feet wanting you to dance with them."

He then slowly shook his finger at Cadence but there was a smile upon his face. "Cadence it would seem your dance card is taken. But child you should have told me. You know I would have liked to have met your fiance...sorry husband, before you two became married.  And to marry without inviting me I could understand, but without Iris, your own sister! Why that is almost treasonous.  But after meeting your husband, I can understand. He is a very handsome fellow.  So therefore unless there are any objections I would like to throw you and your husband Clayton a real wedding.  Of course since I am going to perform the wedding I ask your permission, Cadence and Clayton that you annul your first wedding so that my blessing will be the only one.  What do you say, Master Drake?"

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« Reply #12 on: April 26, 2006, 02:15:23 AM »

Damien laughed hard when he saw Cherri's arrow strike the tankard and saw the man making a hasty retreat.  He then slightly heard and saw the rest as out of the corner of his eye he watched the man sitting in his seat.

Clayton Drake seemed at ease, but there was something in the man's eyes that told Damien he was not as ease as he appeared.

Voltigar turned and addressed Cadence and Iris.  He spoke loudly enough so that all on the riser could hear. Damien suspected that it was mostly for his and Clayton's benifit and when the King offered to wed Cadence and Clayton himself Damien began to become really curious.  

The King only preformed Noble weddings and usually only those at Baron or higher. So why was Voltigar offering to wed Cadence and this Clayton?  Damien listened further and it soon became apparent.  When Voltigar requested that Clayton and Cadence annul their first marriage and allow him to be the only one to perform the marriage he knew that Voltigar put Clayton in a corner.  Damien put his hand in front of his face so that Clayton could not see the smile that slowly crept across his face. that sly old dog he thought.

Damien decided to add a little edge to the proposal so that Clayton would have no choice but to say yes to the Kings' proposal. He pulled his hand away from his face, straightend up to his full height. "Your Majesty I have not had the pleasure."

Voltigar turned his head and smiled, "Forgive me Commander," he said as he pointed to Clayton, "Master Drake this is Baron Damien Scar, his ceremonial title is Captain of the Guards but he usually prefers to be just called Commander.  Commander this is the man that seemingly swept Cadence off of her feet, Master Clayton Drake from Nyermersys."

"Welcome Master Drake and I hope you will take the King up on his offer. It is a great honor you know." He said cordially.

 Then Damien leaned up real close to Clayton, his demeanor changed and his eyes became cold and his voice deadly.  "There were somethings the King left out when he introduced me. Such as I am also the protector of all of Voldar's citizens, and that includes the Kings staff, especially his staff. I am also the executioner for its and his enemies.  I have heard that you were a bit rough with your bride sir.  I also heard that you apologized and that it would not happen again, you were a bit excited.  I suppose I can understand.  However, if I hear of anymore of these reports, then, well you understand.  But let us not talk of unpleasantness on such a glorius day. I sure do hope you take his Majesties offer."

Damien stood back up and leaned over and whispered into the King's ear, "Grunok has left your Majesty. Why I do not know. I believe he thought he did not belong."

Voltigar was saddened at this news, but nodded, "Understood Commander. I will take care of it."

Damien then went and stood behind Clayton. "You should be honored Master Drake, the Commander usually sits where you are." Voltigar said with a smile as he sat down. " I know my offer may have startled you so I will give you some time to think about it. Perhaps you can tell me your answer by the end of the tourney. In the meantime enjoy yourself Master Drake."

Voltigar raised his voice, "Where is the ale and the food?"

Servants began scrambling down running for ale and food.

 

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« Reply #13 on: April 26, 2006, 02:24:23 AM »

Running as fast as he can , Malavon saw the crowd , and taugh to himself :

Malavon - This must be it , the tournament grounds.
Lets see if i can find someone to direct me to sign in the swordmanship tournament .

Standing , his emerald look for someone .

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« Reply #14 on: April 26, 2006, 09:14:23 AM »

Cherri inclined her head to each men as they greeted her.  She wondered who would be defending their title when he came forth from the crowd.  The man was introduced as Darias then he turned and addressed Cherri.  When he was done Cherri nodded and said, "I would expect no less from anyone I compete against.  Where would the fun in that be?"  She smiled as he took his place beside her and they all waited for any addional archers to come forward.  Cherri wondered where Ratdragon was and why he wasn't signing up the tournament.

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All fanacies that Clayton had been entertaining about the female archer quickly disappated when she shot the tankard from the drunkard's hand.  He saw strength in her and knew that he would not be able to dominate her so easily as say someone like Cadence.

He then turned his attention to the King as he chastised Cadence for their quick marriage.  Clayton knew that their marriage taking place would bring many questions.  He also knew that he had to be especially careful with his dealings with the King's Commander.  Clayton had been told about Damien Scar and knew that both the King and Damien distrusted him.  Not to do so would be blindly stupid and he knew that neither man was blind nor stupid.  Clayton had to play his cards just right or else everything he had been working for would be for naught and if that happened, well...Clayton liked his head right where it was at.

Cadence seemed like herself again.  Cheerful, bright, full of energy until the King mentioned her marriage.  She really was regretful for not informing Iris and had told Iris so many times over while they were getting ready.  Cadence dropped her eyes and her chin dropped slightly as the King lightly chastised her.  She was quiet until the King had finished and felt Iris searching for her hand and give it a squeeze of reassurance and understanding.  Cadence looked into her sister's eyes and smiled.  She knew that Iris was always there for her, no matter how rash a decision she made.

Cadence was even more delighted when the King offered to wed them himself and give them a proper wedding.  Cadence thought her heart would overflow with joy.

Clayton took in all that the King offered as his mind went to work on how to avoid having their marriage annuled.  Then Damian added his two scents worth about hurting Cadence.  Clayton only smiled politely and with a sincerity in his voice that did not reach his eyes said "Commander, I do not believe your eyes will see nor your ears ever hear of such an incident happening again, you can rest asured."  Clayton waited for Damien to alight where ever it was that the annoying nat of the King's right hand would take up and then addressed the King.  He knew if he said too much right now it would go badly and took advantage of the opportunity the King gave him.  

"Your highness, you certaintly are most gracious in your offer and it will consider some thought and discussion with my bride.  However, I would like to meet with you privately, you and the Commander of course, to discuss it further.  Perhaps after the festivities of this day, if it would please his Grace."

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