13th of Summer, Late morning
The combat arena was crowded early that morning. Half the tournament was over and the people had only whetted their appetite for the contests of strength, skill in and out of combat, and arcane prowess. Perhaps even the gods themselves found them watching over the tournaments. Plenty of offerings were made to them, Tiquetras banners were made and coupled with the Windoak in homage to Tavasi for the chance to compete, feats of strength and endurance were given to Izurdin, riddles and tests of logic were crafted with prayers for Eyris and Gnora. Interestingly, pennants and banners with the symbol for infinity flew with those of the Windoak, though few of the commoners seemed to notice them, much less comment on them.
That morning the pycon squire Ball would fight. The crowds cheered, entertained by the music of bards and bands as they waited. While everything might have a place and purpose in Syliras, the knighthood was a great patron to the arts. Thus musicians were encouraged to play for the people while they waited for the squires to get ready for the match. Inside the tents mage-knights and their apprentices worked hard on warding their weapons against the opponent. The blades would be magically blunted to prevent any accidents. Any weapon or style of fighting was allowed in the ring, and the mix of two very different creatures almost insured that the battle would be interesting.
At last the preparations were complete. The crier announced the participant and entreated them to emerge from the tents. Excited screams and yells erupted as the combatants made their way to the center of the ring. Loren Dyres presided with his entourage in a private box once again, though at this point he seemed a bit... bored. To catch his attention something interesting would have to happen. The crier then explained the rules to the two squires and to the crowd. "The Rules are as followed:
The crier then rang a bell and the fight was allowed to begin. Loren Dyres lounged in his seat chatting with what appeared to be a friend..
OOCFeel free to post without waiting on me. I may pop in every now and then to play the crowd, the knights or Loren.
The combat arena was crowded early that morning. Half the tournament was over and the people had only whetted their appetite for the contests of strength, skill in and out of combat, and arcane prowess. Perhaps even the gods themselves found them watching over the tournaments. Plenty of offerings were made to them, Tiquetras banners were made and coupled with the Windoak in homage to Tavasi for the chance to compete, feats of strength and endurance were given to Izurdin, riddles and tests of logic were crafted with prayers for Eyris and Gnora. Interestingly, pennants and banners with the symbol for infinity flew with those of the Windoak, though few of the commoners seemed to notice them, much less comment on them.
That morning the pycon squire Ball would fight. The crowds cheered, entertained by the music of bards and bands as they waited. While everything might have a place and purpose in Syliras, the knighthood was a great patron to the arts. Thus musicians were encouraged to play for the people while they waited for the squires to get ready for the match. Inside the tents mage-knights and their apprentices worked hard on warding their weapons against the opponent. The blades would be magically blunted to prevent any accidents. Any weapon or style of fighting was allowed in the ring, and the mix of two very different creatures almost insured that the battle would be interesting.
At last the preparations were complete. The crier announced the participant and entreated them to emerge from the tents. Excited screams and yells erupted as the combatants made their way to the center of the ring. Loren Dyres presided with his entourage in a private box once again, though at this point he seemed a bit... bored. To catch his attention something interesting would have to happen. The crier then explained the rules to the two squires and to the crowd. "The Rules are as followed:
- All attacks must be non-lethal moves, with no attempts to incapacitate through overly painful moves. This is grounds for disqualification and intervention by the knights.
- Winning consists of the first to score 5 points or to cause the opponent to leave the ring. One square hit to the limbs is worth a single point, a hit to the torso is equivalent to two points, and a hit to the head is worth 3 points. All hits must be made with warded weapons or unarmed combat.
- All personal or world magic is prohibited and is grounds for immediate disqualification.
- All participants must treat their opponents with honor and respect."
The crier then rang a bell and the fight was allowed to begin. Loren Dyres lounged in his seat chatting with what appeared to be a friend..
OOCFeel free to post without waiting on me. I may pop in every now and then to play the crowd, the knights or Loren.
