FOF Jousting Grande Tournament of the United States

[RendeR]

The 16 proud warriors enter the arena, banners flying, horses biting at the bit as they smell the tension in the arena. The crowd proudly standing in silence, honoring those who enter this field competition. For though it is just a friendly competition there is real danger. Even in sport accidents can happen and each warrior here knows that a wrong step, a low or high lance at the wrong time could mean crippling wounds, or even death.

As the fanfare ends the Jousters move to their tents to await their turn in the lists. The Grande Tournament of the United States is about to BEGIN!


We have a field of 16 for our opening event. It will be single elimination. Each Round will consist of a tilt of 8 lances. Total scores at the end of each round will determine the Jouster who advances. Tie scores will be determined by the Jouster with the single highest scoring pass.

Scoring for this event:

1 point for striking your opponent between the neck and waist
5 points for breaking your lance between the neck and waste
10 points for unhorsing your opponent
-5 points for a blow to the head (penalty, we do try to protect our Competitors
20 points for knocking out your opponent. making him unable to continue due to injury.


Injury Chart (roll 2d6 if unhorsed to see if you suffer an injury and its extent)
2 - Death (Player must create a new rider entirely)
3 - Severe Injury (knocked out of this event, must miss NEXT event)
4 - Knocked unconscious, Out of event.
5-11 - No major issues, Jouster may continue
12 - FURIOUS Downed jouster gains FURY against opponent (may re-roll attempts to strike for the rest of this tilt)



The First Round matchups:
Deacon Palmieri (ntnDeacon)
Pythagoras
-vs- GINSBERG WINS 36-31!
David Ginsberg (Davidcorporiel)
Dark Ages


Crimson Duke (BYU14)
Red Fury
-vs- Sir Gavin the Gold wins 16-15!
Sir Gavin the Gold (Pilotman)
Devil's Fury


Wesley Avenger (MrBug708)
Thunder
-vs- Wesley Avenger wins 25-10! KO-Death
Sterling Symkus (Sterlingice) Deceased
Arklys


Erik Flamebeard (Coffee Warlord)
Flammende Kaffe
-vs- Lord Snow Wins 17-15!!
Lord RendeR Von Snow (RendeR)
Daenerys


Sir Cumstance (Marc Vaughn)
Inquisition
-vs- Sir Swamp Person WINS 55-20!!
Sir Swamp Person (cschex)
Gator


Sir Din (PackerFanatic)
FoxFire
-vs- Sir Din Wins 35-10
Paavo Laaksonnen (cmp)
Tapani


Dex Morgan (AnalBumCober)
Code of Harry
-vs- Dex Morgan WINA 19-12
Prince Pouncealot (KingFC22)
Black Sky


Jawouk Bafou (Britrock88)
Santchou
-vs-
Chief Osceola (Breeze)
Renegade

[RendeR]

Round 1 Tilt 1 Deacon Palmieri vs David Ginsberg


Pass 1: The horses launch themselves forward, Deacon has some trouble getting his mount rolling but in the end gets up a good head of steam. As the two meet the lances crash off armor. Deacon is STRUCK and flies off the right side of his horse, face first into the dirt! An UNHORSING on the FIRST PASS!! Ginsberg is elated.

Tournament officials rush to Deacon's aid to find that he is still fit and eagerly remounts his horse and heads to the list for another pass.

10-0 Ginsberg!


Pass 2: Ginsberg, spurred to action with such a fantastic start bursts down the list at ridiculous speed this will surely help him unhorse his opponent if he can strike! The Jouters come together and Deacon STRIKES but does not break his lance. Ginsberg's lance was parried to teh side by Deacon. Deacon gets on the scoreboard!

10-1 Ginsberg!


Pass 3: As the men come together they both try to aim a bit too low. Both jousters miss the mark. No Points!

10-1 Ginsberg


Pass 4: Ginsberg's mount seems to have him at an advantage, getting him on top of Deacon before the other man is quite ready. Lances crash and Deacon once again is rolled off his horse and into the sand!! Another unhorsing for Ginsberg!! Deacon amidst the crach and burn failed to strike once more.

The tournament aids again check out Deacon for injuries and once more he is ready to Joust!!

20-1 Ginsberg!


Passs 5: Deacon seems to have mastered his animal this time as the competitors come together almost dead center of the list. Both lances strike, both lances shatter.....and BOTH Jousters FALL! Talk about a metal Meltdown! pieces fly everywhere! The medical teams rush into to assist our Athletes.Both jousters bounce to their feet (with some help) and get right back on their mounts!!

30-11 Ginsberg


Pass 6: The horses breathe heavily. The Jousters spit blood from bitten tongues and cheeks during falls. The sweat drips from their brows as the combatants lunge forward once more. CRASH the lances come together, Deacon Shatters his upon the waistline of GInsberg. Ginsberg strikes but the force of Deacon's blow lets Ginsberg's lance bounce away unbroken.

31-16 Ginsberg!


Pass 7: As the men come together this time Something seems to happen to Ginsberg, his Lance rises and misses completely!! Deacon however lands his Lance dead on and it explodes into shards of kindling. Ginsberg rocks backwards but the trot of his mount bounces him straight back upright, he STAYS mounted!

31-21 Ginsberg!


Pass 8: This is it, this pass will determine our first victor. The horses sense the tension and launch full speed down the list. Both men lower their lances in unison, they STRIKE! Both Lances Shatter! Ginsberg is Unhorsed!!!! Deacon has closed the gap, but since Ginsberg scored 5 he has to have knocked him out to win, alas that is not to be as GInsberg LEAPS up on his own and charges furiously down the list trying to get at Deacon. Not sure what set him off but the pure rage in his face was visible to everyone!

Final Score: David Ginsberg 36, Deacon Palmieri 31


statistics:

Deacon - 5 Strikes, 4 broken Lances, 2 Unhorsings
Ginsberg - 5 Strikes, 4 Broken Lances, 3 Unhorsings

Since Both Competitors unhorsed the other no Horses are lost.

What a MATCH!!

[ntndeacon]

Poor Poor David!
Too bad you must leave the competition this early!

[RendeR]

Originally Posted by ntndeacon

Poor Poor David!
Too bad you must leave the competition this early!

Umm, no he wasn't KO'd, He got the FURY roll on the last pass =)

Sorry Deacon, but he outlasted you by just a broken lance!

[DavidCorperial]

Good match Deacon, sorry I had to beat you but it was a great match.

[sterlingice]

Wait? Am I crazy and did this thread get recreated?

Or maybe I was just posting in the other thread all along.

SI

[Marc Vaughan]

Awesome bout - well played both of you.

PS - Just to clarify something Sir Cumstance will of course be using his personally modified lance with a large net at the end of it ....

Some jealous people have claimed its just a fishing net on a long pole, but the more kingly amongst you will realise that its simply a more noble and efficient way of tangling up an opponents horse than bludgeoning them with a stick ...

This weaponry is vital in ensuring the three most important things in any tournament - (1) Sir Cumstance wins, (2) He does so without getting injured, (3) He gets to the bar before any other competitor - I'm sure you all agree these are vital components in the success of the tournament and will concur with the inclusion of this weapon in the coming jousts

[ntndeacon]

Originally Posted by sterlingice

Wait? Am I crazy and did this thread get recreated?

Or maybe I was just posting in the other thread all along.

SI

we do need a bar thread for this event! me and my horse is happy to help the bar in getting rid of its best libations.

[sterlingice]

This could double as the bar thread. I've always thought it's better to have all the action in one place rather than spread out topics into three and four threads

SI

[RendeR]

I will be posting The next paring probably late tonight/tomorrow

[RendeR]

Tilt #2

Crimson Duke and Gavin the Gold meet at the list and shake hands before mounting their horses and heading to their respective ends of the arena. The next pairing is about to BEGIN!!!


Pass 1: The Crimson Duke saw what speed did to help the riders in the first tilt and seems to be spurring his mount on hard. he reaches Gavin 2/3 the way up the list and the two knights lower their lances.....waaaaay too late. Clean misses by both men. much cursing is heard as they turn about for the second pass.

0-0

Pass 2: Again the coursers charge and again the Duke gets to his target fastest and again....they both miss.

0-0

Pass 3: It seems all the talent went out of the competitors after the first tilt.....Once again Crimson Duke gets a big advantage in speed....once again theymeet 2/3 the way down the list.....once again.... They both miss.

0-0

Pass 4: The Duke's horse is looking winded as the jousters come together dead cener of the lists. Lances fall, Lances shatter! both riders reel backwards but manage to remain mounted!! Broken Lances to both Men!!

5-5

Pass 5: Crimson Duke obviously feels speed is the answer. he veritably beats his mount urging it to ridiculous speeds. As the two come together it appears the speed cost him this time as his lance glances away. Unfortunately for him his lack of balance on the raging horse left him open and he is strike, the lance shatters and the Crimson Duke flies off the back of the moun doing a full reverse somersault before plowing face first into the sand. An unhorsing for Gavin the Gold!!

Medical personnel begin to enter the list only to be growled at loudly by the Duke who hauls himself back onto his horse with no assistance.

15-5 Sir Gavin The Gold!

Pass 6: Once again the hooves pound as they combatants charge down the lists. once again the lances lower towards their targets. Once again, both men miss entirely. A loud groan is heard from the 90,000 fans that overrides the cursing of the two knights.

15-5 Sir Gavin The Gold!

Pass 7: Its clear now that the early rush has hurt the Crimson Duke's Horse, poor thing has nothing left in the tank. Sir Gavin reaches the other side of center first, lances fall and Sir Gavin breaks his lance upon the Duke's breastplate. 1 Point for Sir Gavin. This puts Crimson Duke in a real spot as he is now down 11 points with 1 pass left. he must KO Sir Gavin to advance.

16-5 Sir Gavin the Gold

Pass 8: Both rider take a moment to rest their horses before the final pass. The officials heard them into position and they're OFF! Speeds are all but equal as they charge down the list. Their lances fall in unison and there is a loud SLAM as the Crimson Duke's lance explodes upon impact sending Sir Gavin up and over the center barrier. An unhorsing! Could it be? If Sir Gavin is knocked out the Crimson Duke would advance after trailing the entire Tilt!

Medical aides come running out, the look at Sir Gavin and he rises, albeit slowly to his feet. he is FINE! Sir Gavin holds on to take the Victory!!!!

Final Score:

The Crimson Duke 15
Sir Gavin the Gold 16


Sir Gavin Advances!


Statistics:

The Crimson Duke: 2 Strikes, 2 Lances Broken, 1 unhorsing
Sir Gavin the Gold: 3 Strikes, 2 Lances Broken, 1 unhorsing

[RendeR]

Tilt #3


Wesley Avenger vs Sterling Symkus


The fans give a rousing cheer as the new riders enter the list. You could feel the disappointment with the previous knights. Can these two men fair better and earn the love of the crowd?

Pass 1: Wesley and Sterling head down the list cautiously, appearing to size one another up. Their lances fall together and Wesley parries away Sterling's jab and snaps his lance against his foes chest. First blood to Wesley!

5-0 Wesley Avenger!

Pass 2: Once again the jousters urge their coursers ahead into battle. Sterling gets a mild advantage in speed as they meet, both lances break, and screams are heard as both men are forcefully throw to the ground. Everyone's attention is riveted on the scene as Wesley rises to his feet and stands over his opponent. A hush falls as he then kneels and prays. Sterling's armor is rent in twain at the neck. Welsey's shattered lance still protruding from the gaping wound just below the left shoulder. His Blood soaks slowly into the sand.

Sterling Symkus has been killed in the second pass of his first world appearance. The entire arena is silent as the medical staff try in vain to revive the once proud Knight to no avail. TAPS is played ceremoniously as Sterling's body is gently taken from the field. A drape is placed over his horse Arklys who leads the ambulance away.


Final Score: Wesley Avenger 25 - 10 over the Late Sterling Symkus.


We will take a break in teh action to mourn our fallen brother.

[sterlingice]

Well, that's a first. D'oh

SI

[RendeR]

Sorry Dude, it took 3 straight bad rolls for that to happen. We will mourn your loss, well...until you make another character for the next tournament

[britrock88]

Originally Posted by RendeR

Once again the jousters urge their coursers ahead into battle. Sterling gets a mild advantage in speed as they meet, both lances break, and screams are heard as both men are forcefully throw to the ground. Everyone's attention is riveted on the scene as Wesley rises to his feet and stands over his opponent. A hush falls as he then kneels and prays. Sterling's armor is rent in twain at the neck. Welsey's shattered lance still protruding from the gaping wound just below the left shoulder. Blood soaks into teh sands.

I was reading this in a very serious frame of mind... until I got to "teh sands."

[RendeR]

Oh go head, pick on the one typo I can never seem to avoid ;P



There, give it another read.

[Marc Vaughan]

Sir Cumstance leans over Sterling Symkus's rigid body in the gloom of the abbey where he's been laid to rest.

He knows that in the morning his joust will begin and another body could be placed beside Sterlings, its a solemn moment of thought and solitude.

Leaning over he pats his former opponents body tenderly, a sign of respect .... and also a chance to retrieve the wallet that less sensible people left in his trousers ....... the booze budget has just come out of recession, next rounds on Sterling Symkus

[Coffee Warlord]

You call yourself a knight, Sir Cumstance? Looting the dead! Erik Flamebeard of the Neither Here Nor There demands satisfaction!

...in the form of a round of drinks from whatever you got off of him.

[ntndeacon]

We demand a round for myself and my horse!

[RendeR]

Wow. So this is what chivalry has become. You sick bastards =)

[Coffee Warlord]

Looks like Lord Render is opting out of his share of the drinks.

[ntndeacon]

we will take his share!

[ntndeacon]

shouldn't a wake for our dear departed brethren be a time of remembrance and celebrtion of a life well spent?

Surely that calls for more not less alcohol!

[BYU 14]

Originally Posted by ntndeacon

shouldn't a wake for our dear departed brethren be a time of remembrance and celebrtion of a life well spent?

Surely that calls for more not less alcohol!

Especially since Sir Sterling Symkus is buying. Many would do well to learn from this brave Knight. If you want to be remembered with fondness, then die with a full coin purse!!

[Coffee Warlord]

How much are his shoes worth?

[DavidCorperial]

Sorry, I don't drink, but I'll be there to raise a toast to him with a glass of soda.

[ntndeacon]

We will take your drink too!

[Coffee Warlord]

Originally Posted by DavidCorperial

Sorry, I don't drink, but I'll be there to raise a toast to him with a glass of soda.

You...don't....drink.

Alright, you gots to go.

[Marc Vaughan]

Originally Posted by Coffee Warlord

How much are his shoes worth?

Looks up groggily from his drink.

"about $10 I reckon, I'll probably take $5 if you've got cash?"

[Marc Vaughan]

Originally Posted by DavidCorperial

Sorry, I don't drink, but I'll be there to raise a toast to him with a glass of soda.

Sir Cumstance slaps GINSBERG on the back and congratulates him on his admirable sobrietry, he rounds on the other rogues in the bar insisting they show respect to a true knight from whom we can all learn a lot.

At this point Cumstance bids good night to one and all, striding purposely from the bar.

Leaving a quiet bar mulling over the worth of the large knight sipping his soda slowly .... totally oblivious of the large sign indicating 'Kick Me' which is stuck on his back

[DavidCorperial]

Oh please, I noticed that sign on my back right away.

[Marc Vaughan]

Originally Posted by DavidCorperial

Oh please, I noticed that sign on my back right away.

Well yes after the first 7 yokels kicked you I'd imagine it became fairly obvious

[RendeR]

You guys kill me....oh wait....

[AnalBumCover]

Meanwhile, Dex Morgan is on the case, investigating the homicide scene inside the arena. He hovers over the pool of blood, eyeing every drop, splatter and smudge.

Dex Morgan Inner Monologue: Blood. Sometimes, it sets my teeth on edge. Other times, it helps me control the chaos.

From the corner of his eye, he spots the splintered lance that belonged to Wesley Avenger on that fateful pass. Portions of it were discolored, he noticed. Dex picked up the lance and brought it to his nose. He detected a faint smell of sulfer.

Gunpowder? Someone had a bone to pick with this Sterling guy. Question is, who? Sure, it's easy to suspect Wesley Avenger, but what is he avenging? These guys only met this morning. Could it be Pedro, Sterling's own squire?

Suddenly a sound of a twig snapped behind him. He quickly turned to face the sound and saw what appeared to be a cape disappear from the stands above. It was blue with streaks of gold.

Don't run too far, friend. I've got an itch that I haven't scratched in a long time.

[Erik Flamebeard of The Neither Here Nor There]

SNOW!

I WANT YOU!

[Coffee Warlord]

I still remember the login!

[Marc Vaughan]

Originally Posted by AnalBumCover

Suddenly a sound of a twig snapped behind him. He quickly turned to face the sound and saw what appeared to be a cape disappear from the stands above. It was blue with streaks of gold.

Sir Cumstance strutted off through the underbrush with his cape swirling in the breeze, what was Dex Morgan doing sniffing his fingers - it could be innocent enough, perhaps was attending to personal business and the wind changed direction midstream?

But maybe, just maybe he's someone that needs watching carefully, theres a tournament to win and its possible Dex Morgan had something to do with the death earlier today and is covering his tracks?

[RendeR]

At the retreat along the coast a valet walks down the hallway. He stops at the room of Erik Flamebeard and Knocks. He looks down at the bottle of wine he carries. 1254, "Holy shit this must have cost someone a LOT of money." he thinks to himself.

The door is opened by a page to the great knight who takes the wine and closes the door....without tipping. "Assholes" he mutters and walks away.


Inside the room teh page delivers the bottle and the card attached to Erik who opens the card:

"My dear adversary. i send you this gift of drink so that you might enjoy your last evening as a contestant in this event. I truly wish you luck tomorrow. You're going to need it."

Lord Snow

[Coffee Warlord]

20 minutes later, a valet arrives at Lord Snow's door, dropping off that same bottle, filled with something a bit more...yellow.

Attached is a note, in barely legible writing.

"Thanks for the drink, left you some. Enjoy!"

- Erik

[AnalBumCover]

Dex Morgan remained at the crime scene to search for more clues. His cellphone rang. It was his sister Deb.

"Dex, what are you doing? Word is out in the department that you're investigating a homicide at the Jousting tournament. You're not supposed to do that. It's not your jurisdiction. You're not in Miami!"

Dex Inner Monologue: There's no such thing as jurisdiction to a killer. Nor to the Code of Harry.

"I'm not doing anything, Deb. Relax. I'm just here for the tournament," Dex replied.

"How did you get into the tournament, anyway? You don't know a thing about jousting, let alone how to ride a horse."

"I dunno. I was told I won a free week long vacation to D.C., the next thing I know they're pitching a timeshare opportunity to me. You should see this resort, Deb. you'll love it here."

"Still doesn't explain how you got into a Jousting Tournament. Whatever. Just be careful." *click*

Deb is right. I don't know what I'm doing here among the knights and lords. Maybe I'm one of the jesters. I guess the joke's on me.

Dex had spent enough time at the crime scene. He figured, if there's a killer to find, he might a well see how the rest of the tournament plays out. The next tilt is a big one. Erik Flamebeard vs Lord Von Snow. Dex decides to keep a sharp eye out.

[RendeR]

Originally Posted by AnalBumCover

You don't know a thing about jousting, let alone how to ride a horse."

I am SO holding you to this part.

[MacroGuru]

Alright, I am cracking up...one of the better dynasty reads in a while.

[sterlingice]

Dex needs large sunglasses, bad puns, and a guy following him around yelling YEAAAAAAH!" every few minutes

SI

[Marc Vaughan]

Originally Posted by AnalBumCover

"How did you get into the tournament, anyway? You don't know a thing about jousting, let alone how to ride a horse."

There is a training horse with wheels and stabilizers available if he wants to get some practice in before hand - its intended for younger squires and his feet might touch the ground somewhat though.

Sir Cumstance is far too proud and knightly to mock him should he feel the need to practice, besides he'll be far too busy guffawing and rolling around on the floor holding his aching sides to be able to say anything

[RendeR]

My apologies, I meant to have the next couple jousts in today but, life happens.

[AnalBumCover]

There was an audible grumble among the spectators in the stands as the loudspeakers announced a slight delay in action due to the tragic fall in the previous tilt.

Who knew that one man could have so much blood in them that it would saturate the yard and render it unstable? I did.

Dex Morgan took this as an opportunity to do a little sniffing around before he needed to prepare for his own event down the line. Sure, he could practice on the horse with training wheels to get him accustomed to his own mount, but after looking at the mule, he thought the better of it.

He entered the pub where the contestants gathered to either celebrate their recent win, or drink a cup of humility after a loss. He spotted David Ginsberg, winner of the first event, by himself at the corner table. There was a piece of paper taped to his back.

Dex lightly tapped Ginsberg's boot with his own before joining him at the table.

"Whatcha drinking? Soda?" Dex asked.

"Diet," Ginsberg replied, not looking up.

Doesn't seem the killer type. But the smart ones never do. Especially ones who won't get themselves plastered before they do the dirty work.

"What do you want, Bub?" Ginsberg asked.

"Just looking for a friend. I came by myself."

"Here's a bit of advice, Friend. No one makes friends here. Letting your guard down like that can get you killed."

Dex tilted his head in a quizzical look.

You don't say?

[DavidCorperial]

Um okay, why does my character sound like he's on his period. He's an adrenaline junkie and straight edge, so no, not on a diet, sorry if this screws up your story, but no he's not nearly that much of an asshole.

[AnalBumCover]

Originally Posted by DavidCorperial

Um okay, why does my character sound like he's on his period. He's an adrenaline junkie and straight edge, so no, not on a diet, sorry if this screws up your story, but no he's not nearly that much of an asshole.

Just a little on edge from all the kicking he received.

[AnalBumCover]

dola

And yeah, from now on, I'll limit the dialog to my own character and any NPC, and let y'all develop your own personalities.

[BYU 14]

Originally Posted by Marc Vaughan

There is a training horse with wheels and stabilizers available if he wants to get some practice in before hand - its intended for younger squires and his feet might touch the ground somewhat though.

Sir Cumstance is far too proud and knightly to mock him should he feel the need to practice, besides he'll be far too busy guffawing and rolling around on the floor holding his aching sides to be able to say anything

One worries that if Sir Cumstance laughs too heartily that he may fall from his current mount on mechanical laddies hourse outside the local "Ye Old Food Mart"

Would hate to see him unhorse himself before Crimson Duke had the opportunity. Not to mention mention the waste of a good hay penny better spent on Ale.