Festival of Altheara : Archery Contest

Festival of Altheara : Archery Contest
Summary: The archery contest held for the Festival of Altheara
Date: 21/August/2013
Related: Other Festival Logs
Players:
Cordelia Johan Thomas Tylon Xander 

Laketown - Open Field
The tournament field is expansive and properly flattened to accommodate the events. The center is dominated by the list, deliniated by a series of wooden markers. To one side is a special dais for the highest sovereigns and their guests - the berfrois - where nobles and royals sit above the rest to view the events. To the left of the dais is a small circular station ringed with a single-rail fence where the melee events are hosted. Far off to the right a series of archery targets spaced at various intervals allow for archery competitions. Beyond all of this the field has been cleared for the various pavilions of those competing.
The single packed dirt road leads back eastward toward Laketown.
Wed Aug 21, 1329

With the last days of summer winding down and the first day of fall but days away, the Festival of Altheara had begun and was well into full swing. The tournament field had been decorated in accordance with change of the seasons and the winds that brought it, festive ribbons of reds, oranges, yellows and browns along with the violet often used to represent the Guardian. The stands had been freshly cleaned for the days event, and there were a smattering of vendors walking amongst the spectators hocking their various treats and drinks to those who had interest in partaking in such. And as most events sponsored by the Temple of Four, many a Chosen, Priest and Priestess could be found mixed into the crowds. And noticably more chosen than at the horse racing event eemed to be stationed about to ensure the peace was kept during the Temple celebration and obervance.

It was the Priestess Jeslyn that stepped up to address everyone,"We welcome you all once again to the Festival of Altheara. It is a fine day and we're all looking forward to seeing just what talent has came to show their fine archery skills. Of the archers wishing to compete would begin making their way towards the competition area, the event will begin shortly."

Yes, this is the festival of Altheara, but there is nothing that says that the guardians do not cooperate on their special days. However, in deference to the festival of the guardian of fair winds and storms, the Red Knight of Ravas is mainly an onlooker for the event, a contestant to be sure, but one that does not go about preaching the greatness of the firebird as the Knight does grant a few of the feathered necklaces to those that wish to have them bestowed upon them.

Cordelia lifts her head as the jovial crowd starts shushing to hear the priestess. Tossing her braid over her shoulder, the Sollinger pushes off of the ground and to her feet, grabbing up her equipment. "Guess that'd be me," she mutters to no one in particular. Dark eyes scan the gathering and she shakes her head as she heads for the field. "Cor… corcorcor… I hope she has the pox…"
You paged Xander with 'Ravas is also Altheara's counterpart. So it works as well from that angle.'

When a man works hard, he plays hard. Johan works hard. Further more. He's a very observant man of the the Four. He has been very observant today. He has been about sampling every stand that had a drink to offer, enough that when he winds his way toward the archery contest - with horn of ale in hand and a waterskin that was probably not filled with water hanging off his belt - he's in good enough spirits to be singing. Oh…heavens…he is singing. "Enter your keeep, nonie nonie, enter your keep nonie nonie…Let down your drawbridge, I'll enter your keep!" And so the gruff and gravelly voice carries on.

Thomas stands beside Tylon, his eyes scanning the crowd as he watches for any signs of trouble, or perhaps those that have already caused trouble. He sees nothing and thuse tries to relax a bit "After the other night, I will not put up with any troubles here this eve," he says softly to Tylon. He looks over the other archers "Some good folks here today," Spotting Cordelia he gives a nod "Lady Cordelia, may the Guardians be with you this day." The Red night also gets a nod of his head as he passes out feathers. He can't help but chuckle when he spots Johan making his way to the archery stations "This should be interesting," He gives Tylon one last look before he moves on "Anything for good luck, my dear?"

Easily allowing the other priestess to take up with the running of the particular event, Tylon didn't care for always having to be the center of attention…or ever really. But the Guardians called and she served as They wished her. Though for the moment she was at Thomas' side, giving a gentle nod,"Nor I, I have seen that the Lt has extra of our Brothers and Sisters upon alert. It is a shame it is needed, but I admit, I am not entirely urprised, tensions between the Kingdoms, it is inevitable that there will be outbursts." A soft smile comes at the request, fingers untwine the ribbon from her belt again. The blue bit offered over to him,"May it bring you as much luck as it did before, and may Altheara guide your arrows true to the targets."

"Alas, gentle errant, I am not a maiden," Cordelia signs under her breath, picking up the strains as she passes Johan by. "I'm married to Sir Oswald the cunning old-Chosen." She stops singing to incline her head deeply to the warrior. "And you as well. Mother Superior." She is granted a dip of the knees from the noble lass before dark eyes move on the Red Knight. He, too, gets that single nod of the head. "Sir," she murmurs, moving off to one side and awaiting the start.

The red knight offers a polite nod in return to those offered and then moves to sign up for the competition, the armored figure offering very few words as he registers and checks the fletching of his board as he spins an arrow around between two fingers, getting used to the feel of the weight.

Johan comes to a stop when he spots Tylon and Thomas, raising his horn to the both of them and bellowing a greeting, "Your Holiness! Brother Thomas! Priestess!" This last is pointed to Jeslyn. He quiets when he looks to Cordelia, brow rising, before he rolls into an easy chuckle. He sings back to the woman, "Aye, but he's gone to war, for twelve months or longer, and he's taken the key to your, like a tight fisted bosun." Poor girl. She never should have encouraged the drunk smith.

As the contestents start to gather, Priestess Jeslyn gives them all a smile…though the singing drunken smith who wanders by gets an extra long look, an appraisel, then a wink before she turns her attention on back to those competing,"First good luck to you all. Shots will be taken in pairs, and the winner of the round will be the one who ha scored the most points on the targets after six arrows." Violet eyes look between the archer, her gaze lingering a few moments longer on the Red Knight before she asks,"If there are no questions, our first pair up will be Lady Cordielia SOllinger and the Red Knight."

Cordelia flashes Johan a sly grin and points to his ale. "I'll have what you're having, my friend." But then she is called to participate. "Afterwards…" The sailor gives the smith a shrug and drums her fingers along the body of her bow before stepping up. Another nod is given to the Red Knight. "Good luck to you," she offers. "Though in the spirit of it being a holy festival and all, I'll be honest. I'm hoping for more luck for me."

"The blessings of both Altheara and Ravas for knowledge and courage then, my Lady." the red knight offers with a smile to his voice as the knight untwirls a feather and presents it to Cordelia with a flourish. "To bring you luck in the event."

The ribbon, the same one as was used the other night is taken and Thomas fixes it in his armor so that it hangs outside his Chosen surcoat. "I am sure it will bring me good luck," And to the archery stations he moves. When the names are called out he just smiles, stands there with his arms crossed over his chest. "Now lets see how this goes, shall we?" he asks Tylon.

Johan holds his drinking horn closer to his chest as he drops down on one of the benches. Possessive of his drink it would seem. "Pointy ends away from the crowds," he calls. Helpfully. Otherwise, the smith does stay more or less quiet, waiting to see how the shots go.

As Thomas fixes the ribbon into her armor, Tylon does lean up and give him a quick little peck on the cheek, murmuring lightly,"For added luck." Giving him an extra smile before Tylon does settle in to watch the first pair that do get called along to shoot. "Of course, I have been looking forward to this, I admit, since I missed the last time you competed." A smile and incline of her head to Johan when he passes and gives greeting,"Master Johan." Pleased that he does seem to be enjoyinghimself so well.

"Thank you, Sir. I'll not turn any bit of help away," the noble lass returns, taking the feather and giving the man a bow as well before tucking it into the top of her braid. The top of the feather sticks up over the back of her head and she seems not to mind how silly she looks at all.

After the feather is taken, the Red Knight chuckles and spins around an arrow to draw back into his bow. "After you, m'lady." the mystery knight offers, deferring for the lady to have the first shot, unless she wishes him to fire first.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Cordelia=Marsmanship Vs Xander=Marksmanship
< Cordelia: Success Xander: Great Success
< Net Result: Xander wins - Solid Victory
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Cordelia=Marsmanship Vs Xander=Marksmanship
< Cordelia: Good Success Xander: Good Success
< Net Result: DRAW
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Cordelia=Marsmanship Vs Xander=Marksmanship
< Cordelia: Success Xander: Good Success
< Net Result: Xander wins - Marginal Victory
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Xander=marksmanship Vs Cordelia=marksmanship
< Xander: Good Success Cordelia: Success
< Net Result: Xander wins - Marginal Victory
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Xander=marksmanship Vs Cordelia=marksmanship
< Xander: Failure Cordelia: Good Success
< Net Result: Cordelia wins - Solid Victory
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Xander=marksmanship Vs Cordelia=marksmanship
< Xander: Good Success Cordelia: Failure
< Net Result: Xander wins - Solid Victory

As the Red Knight takes to the line, he loads one arrow and throws five more point first into the ground. Observant people from the last tournament may recoginze the style as the armored figured fires his first shot next to the bullseye, and follows it up with a mostly clean cluster, though one of his arrows pulls up a divot of dirt, and when he fires, it lands short of the target, barelling into the soft ground. The knight studies the target for a moment and then hmms. "Twenty and four I believe is my score. How did you faire, m'lady?"

Cordelia turns back to the knight when it is done, tugging her quiver up over her shoulder. "Poorly enough against four and twenty to know that I am beaten. It seems Altheara did favor you this round, good Sir." The Sollinger gives the knight another bow of the head, graciously accepting defeat. A wave is given to the public as she strides off to get out of the way.

"Perhaps the next time fortunes will smile upon you." the red knight promises as he moves away to let the next two go for a shoot.

"And there we have it, the gallant Red Knight will be advancing. " Priestess Jeslyn say before giving a bow of her head to both the competitors as they make their way off the field for the next pair, and the arrows are retrieved from the targets,"And our next pair of archers will be our own Brother Thomas and Mistress Gythlia. If you both would please come forward and take your shots."

Mistress Gythlia does make her way forward, a woman with long curls of auburn hair, hazel eyes and a form of nor particular note. She nods to Thomas,"Good luck to you, Brother."

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Gythlia=7 Vs Thomas=Marksmanship
< Gythlia: Success Thomas: Good Success
< Net Result: Thomas wins - Marginal Victory
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Gythlia=7 Vs Thomas=Marksmanship
< Gythlia: Good Success Thomas: Great Success
< Net Result: Thomas wins - Solid Victory
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Gythlia=7 Vs Thomas=Marksmanship
< Gythlia: Good Success Thomas: Amazing Success
< Net Result: Thomas wins - Solid Victory
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Thomas=Marksmanship Vs Gythlia=7
< Thomas: Great Success Gythlia: Good Success
< Net Result: Thomas wins - Marginal Victory
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Thomas=Marksmanship Vs Gythlia=7
< Thomas: Good Success Gythlia: Good Success
< Net Result: Thomas wins - Marginal Victory
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Thomas=Marksmanship Vs Gythlia=7
< Thomas: Great Success Gythlia: Great Success
< Net Result: DRAW

Thomas makes his way to the station, strings his plain bow and reaches over his back for an arrow. He smiles to Gythlia "May the Guardians favor you, Mistress," he says before notching the first arrow. Then it is let fly, as are the next five. Once all done he looks up to Priestess Jeslyn to make the call.

Alas the down side of having a cheering 'section' that follows Stilltha is that even with Thomas hitting a bullseye in there is that there is just a small clap and a smile from Tylon. But she is at least paying keen attention to the event!

After the five arrows have been let lose, Priestess Jeslyn leans to hear the numbers as reported by a young acolyte before reporting,"And the winner of thise round goes to Brother Thomas!"

Mistress Gythlia bows her head to the Brother,"Well met, Brother, it seems the rumors of your skill run true. May the winds carry your arrows." Before she retries from the field, seeking up a tankard of wine before finding a nice seat by Johan to take up and watch the rest of the event from.

Thomas doesn't move from the station, but a smile comes across as he watches the young Acolyte scurry to remove the shot arrows. He turns and gives a wink to Tylon "It was the Guardians and the ribbon, I believe."

Johan leans in Mistress Gythlia's direction when she takes up her seat beside him, and 'whispers' in a 'hushed' voice, "I am fairly certain that there is no beating him with as much of the High Priestess' favor as that man carries. Do not feel down." He raises his drinking horn to the woman and grins wide, flashing teeth and all. "Well shot."

After several more rounds and pairings, a second round to further narrow the fields, for it is a festival and there were many an archer wanting to show off. Alas, there was one poor soul who shouldn't have enjoyed the festivals many offerings before his turn with his last arrow ending up in the arm of a spectator, who was lucky to drunk to feel it. Both quickly escorted along to the Temple Infirmary for tending!

"Time for our final match and to discover who is favoured by Altheara to be our winner today, who shall it be Brother Thomas or our Red Knight! Brother and Sir, if you would please. Shot at will."

Tylon gives Thomas a smile,"Surely, it was all the Guardians, Brother. By their will all things are as they are." Giving a small wink before she quiets up with the final round coming along and not wishing to distract him nor the other.

Cordelia has made her way down to the main gallery and found a flagon of ale for herself. She watches from a spot a little ways down from the smith and the redhead, her elbows resting on her knees as the next bout gets ready to begin.

A quiet prayer is offered to Ravas and then the Red Knight moves into position and sets up his arrows, this time, instead of the ground, he is careful to place them on a table that is brought out to his right. No need for dirt to be messing with his aim at this time, it's hard enough shooting against Thomas. "I would wish you well, but your skill is already known, Brother Chosen." the knight offers, as he twists the small ring he wears on his right hand in preparation to shoot.

Gythlia quirks a grin at Johan,"Tis fer certain on that. But still worth giving it a go. Guardian's might opt ta share a bit of that favor, but thank ya. " The woman inclining her head before drawing a deep drink of her ale. Eyes swiveling around towards the final showing to see if this Red Knight or the Brother will reign over the event.

Thomas bows his head "Your words are to Kind, Sir. May the Four ensure your arrows fly straight and true," He reaches over his back for the first arrow and notches it.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Xander=marksmanship Vs Thomas=marksmanship
< Xander: Good Success Thomas: Great Success
< Net Result: Thomas wins - Marginal Victory
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Xander=marksmanship Vs Thomas=marksmanship
< Xander: Good Success Thomas: Great Success
< Net Result: Thomas wins - Solid Victory
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Xander=marksmanship Vs Thomas=marksmanship
< Xander: Good Success Thomas: Good Success
< Net Result: DRAW
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Thomas=Marksmanship Vs Xander=Marksmanship
< Thomas: Failure Xander: Good Success
< Net Result: Xander wins - Solid Victory
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Thomas=Marksmanship Vs Xander=Marksmanship
< Thomas: Amazing Success Xander: Great Success
< Net Result: Thomas wins - Solid Victory
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Thomas=Marksmanship Vs Xander=Marksmanship
< Thomas: Good Success Xander: Great Success
< Net Result: Xander wins - Marginal Victory

A light chuckle is offered by the Red Knight after his shots, and he shrugs his shoulders. "And history again repeats itself." he says as he slings his bow, tips a salute to Thomas and saunters off, not collecting the runner-up prize yet again as he allows it to go once again to charity.

Thomas does give a sigh as the one arrow flies wide of it's mark. Not hitting a thing. Never mind the bulls eye shot. He smiles to the Red Knight "Thank you sir, though I am sure the next time will be in your favor." He turns to Tylon and gives that shrug of his before looking to Cordelia and Johan "Well that was interesting, no?" Then he does chuckle "And you are right Master Johan, I do have an advantage, with the blessings of the Four and the belief in me by a certain Priestess and this," he holds out the blue ribbon that adorns his armor.

Johan goes to drink again, only to find that someone has emptied his drinking horn. He frowns down into it. He checks his skin, but alas! Also emptied. There was only one way to settle this matter! Johan sighs as he leans up to his feet. For all the drinking he's been doing, and as mellow as his mood has gone, the man walks a damn straight line. He waves the empty horn at people as he moves on, picking up a song again as he gets away from the archery range and back in teh crowds.

Cordelia has continued to mutter somewhat dourly over into her ale. Those within earshot would note that she does not seem to be bothered by the loss of the competition so much as someone's absence. "…hope it rots and falls off…" she grumbles, before taking another sip. As Thomas addresses the crowd, she gives a low chuckle.

After a few double checks with the close scoring, Priestess Jeslyn announces,"And after a rather close contest, it seems that by a margin of only a coule of points our winner is Brother Thomas!!" Waiting for whatever cheering and applause is to come for both, she adds,"And as reminder, all prizes will be given out after the crowning of this year Queen. But please to linger and continue to enjoy the offerings of th emany vendors and the festivities!"

Tylon smiles to Thomas as wins and there is the ribbon given credit in part for the ribbon,"It is surely only a small advantage. " Giving a glance to the smith and Lady before teasing Thomas,"Though perhaps the next time, we should let you pick someone else for me to give my favor to and see ifthey far just as well." Giving a incline of her head to Johan as he makes his departure in search of more livations.

The archery contest is over. SOMEONE missed all the excitement. Cordelia is standing not too far from the field with a flagon of ale in one hand and a feather sticking up in hair. At the moment, it's just general chatter with random peoples.

Quite without flagons of ale, Tylon lingers near the field yet as well. Having taken a few stpes back in order to allow the various other memebers of the Temple to give their congradulations along to Thomas, amusingly there are quite a number of young Acolytes of the female variety vying for his attention.

Corwin isn't always known for being on time. Even less so when he finds his way to some inn or tavern with a bit of ale being passed around. At least he makes it out to the field now, looking around at the milling and dispersing crowd and guessing that he did indeed miss the start time. He lifts his hand in a wave to capture Cordelia's attention while he crosses the field.

Cordelia arches a brow when the wave is noted. She lifts her chin a little to let him know that she sees him but continues her conversation. However, when he is within arm's reach, she breaks off of the chatter and turns her full attention on him. "Where the hell have you been?" she demands, stalking closer and reaching out for his arm. "It was the Honey Suckle, wasn't it? It's supposed to be one word, for crying out loud! I suppose they don't require their girls to spell, though, do they?" She's angry.

"I'm not sure you're giving them enough credit. I think they're using suckle as a verb. And you can use your imagination for what they consider to be honey." Corwin stops short of actually miming out the actions that might be flirting through his mind at that very moment. He's not drunk - but his sister could certainly tell that he's not entirely sober either. "And that's not where I was. I met some fellows down by the docks and we had a few rounds and shared a story or twelve. Afraid I lost track of time. Anyway, how did you do?" Assuming he notes her anger, he mostly seems to ignore it.

There is bemusement in Tylon's features as she does watch the various acolytes who do vy for the Chosen's attention, a few making sure to actually circle back around to talk to him again, the fluttering of eyelashes by a few as they hopelessly try to get him to give them an extra few moments of his time. A young blonde thing nearly swoons right on the spot when she percieves that he looked at her a whole two extra seconds after making eyecontact. Giving a small shake of her head, youth. Her attention drifting a little towards the direction a few angry tones seem to flict from.

"Are you arguing with me?!?" Cordy's voice is incredulous. She reaches up and flicks him hard in the middle of the forehead, her own creasing deeply. "So complete and total strangers are more important than me? Is that what you are saying?!?" The woman starts gathering up her things, huffy and still pissed. She stops to wag a finger in his face. "I would encourage you to choose your words very very carefully…"

"Hey!" Corwin swats at the finger after it smacks him in the brow. "You know full well you're far more important than total strangers. I was fully intending to come out and watch. I don't have any better excuse than being a poor judge of time. Most of the time my squire keeps me straight on things like that, but I left the boy back at the castle." The tall knight gives a helpless shrug. "It's really nothing personal or misplaced priorities. Just me being stupid."

"How are you older than me?" Her tone has shifted from angry to exasperated. Sighing, she shakes her head. "You rely too heavily on the boy, Cor. You really should be relying on the man. Are you at least more entertained here?" the woman queries, slipping her arm through his that they might walk together.

"It's the least he can do. I tend to a lot of things myself so the boy gets off a lot easier than many of the squires. Letting me know the time of day doesn't seem like all that much to ask given the hours I put into showing him how to not get himself cut in half. Important skill, that one." Corwin allows his arm to be taken and begins to wander with his sister. "I'm quite entertained. I know that those that live here seem to think it's a sleepy place, but it at least has a population. And ale. And entertainment." He looks over at Coredlia again - "You didn't answer my question. How did you do?"

Watching the pair for a few moments before seeing it is more a freidnly disagreement, not something that needs intervention, Tylon does look back towards Thomas and proceeds towards him where there does seem to be a need for some intervation as a pair of those Acolytes are ready to come to blows, neatly stepping between them and sending them off in different directions on some random tasks or another before slip her hand onto Thomas' arm and extracting him before he ends up the source of further female discord and heading back towards the Temple.

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