Wolveshire Tournament: Horse Race

Wolveshire Horse Race
Summary: Log Summary
Date: 03/May/2013
Related: All Tourney logs from Wolveshire
Players:
Samwell Lyam Collette Aethel Eldrick Pawel Carisse Elenore Stefan 

Tournament Grounds
A green field is the setting for the tournament grounds in the shadow of Wolveshire Castle. There's the list for the jousting, as well as room for pavilions of the various participants in the tournaments. A cold steel rail has been put up to keep the lower stands, meant for the commoners, from the area for the participants. There's also a higher stands for members of nobility and other very important people to enjoy the events from, with more comfortable seating and a better view.
To the north, one can get back to the road between the town and the Castle.
Friday, May 03, 1329

The tournament grounds are now set up for horse races, a track made around the fringes. Squires, servants and guards are all on hand to assist in keeping the horses in check for the riders. The weather is beautiful, she sun drifting off to the west, the sky blue with only the occasional white fluffy cloud chugging by. There's a slight breeze in the air, the flags boasting Varghem colors around the tourney field snapping tautly. The Emcee is at the stand, prepared to call out the first two riders to participate so they can ready themselves and their mount. "At the starting line first up we've got Prince Samwell Taniford competing against Lord Aethel Varghem. Riders on your marks."

A black charger enters the competition ground. Stunning, majestic, denoting fierce power in every of its gestures, in a fairly aggressive way. Its steps make the ground resound, and at all sights it seems to be a heavy horse for a race. And the way it glances at the beasts around, would make more than one think about it as a hunter, waiting for the moment to jump to a prey.
But its rider is far away from being as frightening as his mount. Fine royal blue leathers and a pleasant smile are his wearing, matching the dark hair and eyes of one of the southern Princes. Samwell Taniford, seemingly happy to participate, nods gently to the spectators in the crowd. Perhaps not the attitude of someone hoping to win and certainly not his horse's attitude, of someone willing to seek and destroy, but just showing how much entertainment it brings him to just be there.
"Cousin, I'm happy to be your adversary, it is an honor." he says with a respectful tone, as he gets ready to start.

While it's not his turn yet, Lyam is off to the side tending to his gelding, chatting with his mount. "I know this is our first race, Cobalt, but we can do very well if we try." he offers with a smile as he brushes the horse's mane. "Just make sure you keep me from falling off and I'll make sure to keep you on the path."

Collette is already sitting in the stands. Her curls stick this way and that without a possibility to calm them down even when they are tied with the new quite long and soft burgundy band. You can see her family blazons on the corners of the fabric - two golden studs. Actually the young girl is dressed as yesterday: incredible black gown with embroidered flowers colour of amber as her eyes. The dark burgundy cloak saves her from the wind. The guard stands next to his lady. Collette looks very excited. This is the event she waited the most. Her heart is beating so joyfully, because today she will see so much wonderful stallions! Collette observes the crowd and the field, looking for friends, family and acquaintance. However, the most she wants to see her brother on his marvellous stud. When she hears Prince's name, she claps lively and curiously sticks her amber eyes to the field shouting "Good luck!".

Mounted in a dark horse with fiery eyes, which seems more fit for combat rather than races. Aethel moves into his mark, he is clad in simple leather clothing. The Varghem knight glances at the Prince, "I can tell you the same, cousin. This one seems like a nice horse, let's see if it can best Shade." He says, patting at the back of his horse.
The knight tilts his head briefly to see who might be watching the competition for now.

Eldrick is also present for the riding competition and instead of wearing full armor like he did for the Sword on Foot tourney, he is in protective, hardened leathers. Also, he is not with his usual steed which would be a steel grey Charger. Instead, his chosen mount for this competition is a Plainsrunner, certainly smaller than his Charger. This one is brown with some splots of white adorning its coat. As his name is not mentioned, the Lohstren Heir remains where he is, with his squire at his side. The squire is the one tending to the horse while Eldrick's attention is focused on the first two riders.

Staying back a little, Pawel is ready to compete as well. Having his usual horse with him, he listens quietly as he looks over at the participants, grinning a little bit as he sees who it is.

Carisse is in her leathers again today, standing by a bay horse with black mane and tail. She's checking the saddle, but she does look up as she hears who is racing. Brother and cousin, such a contest. "Good luck to you both!" she calls out.

<FS3> Samwell rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Samwell rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Samwell rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.

<FS3> Aethel rolls Horsemanship: Great Success.
<FS3> Aethel rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Aethel rolls Horsemanship: Success.

As soon as the two riders take the line, the Emcee nods his approval and calls out. "Riders Ready? GO!"

Located amongst those waiting for their turn to come in the event is one who has not been seen much at all about the tournament, a lithe and airy looking Taniford, Lady Elenore. Standing with a rather docile looking painted mare, the young Lady is gently petting along it's neck as she mururs,"Remember, we must focus, and keep it." It seems the mare has other ideas as the horse takes a few steps to try and give a munch at the saddle blanket of the competitor nearest…so what if that happens to be Cobalt. Elenore gives a dismayed squeak and tugs at the mare's reins,"No, Lily…focus…Mother said we could do this only if we focus. Come here," trying to intice the mare back with a carrot nub. As she hurridly tosses an apology,"So sorry….she is not used to so many." Not quite looking to whom the apology goes to as she continues to try and keep the horse's attention.

"I hope so," the Taniford Prince answers laughing to Aethel, "It is not mine, but we will see."
As the announcer marks the time for the race to start, Samwell's burning eyes shine brightly, giving an unspoken command and a little, soft pat to his horse. The beast, eager to start, stomps and lets the ground to tremble around. Heavy, indeed, but running at good pace and speed, very constantly, never too fast or too slow. The rider's attention is fixed in the path, a little afraid of being unable to control the mount if the time comes, but lost in the concentration of the well started moment.

The Varghem competitor pulls the reins of his horse fiercly as he listens to the MC command, Aethel manages to get a great start keeping a good pace at the first section of the track but eventually slowing as he progress. The knight spurs his beast as if to get it to move faster, sparring a glance to see how fair goes his cousin.

<FS3> Samwell rolls Horsemanship: Failure.
<FS3> Samwell rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Samwell rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.

Another man ready to compete in the race is Stefan. Standing with his horse for the competition. Just watching as the first goes off in their race. Standing silently still hooded and scarfed. Clearly he has a leather cap on his head though so perhaps the hood is just his fashion statement of the month. Around one of his arms is clear to see a band though. One from the hosting family even, the Varghems.

<FS3> Aethel rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Aethel rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Aethel rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.

As the riders take off, the Emcee is already calling the next to begin readying their mounts and making their way just off the starting line, warning them to leave room for the current riders. "Next up will be Lady Elenore Taniford competing against Lady Carisse Varghem!" Then begins barking out a play by play of the current riders.

Lyam's horse gives a grunt as he is nudged by Lily. As Lyam goes to soothe him, he hears the voice, and he turns his attention to it. "It is fine." the young Lord offers with a smile as he considers Elenore and her horse and reaches out to offer his hand to Lily to sniff at while he glances towards Elenore and a smile blossoms on his lips. "Is this your first competition as well? I'm excited and nervous." he admits as he gives a little chuckle. "Oh. My manners. I'm Lyam Varghem of Wolveshire." Said quietly in greetings to the Lady next to him, he gives a little swallow.

As the horses cross the finish line, the Emcee is already calling out the winner. "And the winner, Sir Aethel Varghem by a marginal victory over Prince Samwell Taniford!"

Carisse smiles at her horse, and watches as Aethel and Samwell go tearing off. Such fun, those lovely mounts, as they race around the track. She looks over to the track and gives out a whoop as Aethel wins. Then the MC calls her name. She startles a bit, but then mounts her horse so she can start walking him over to the starting line. "Alright then, Rogue," she says. "Let's go see what we can do."

The fierce charger doesn't seem to take well its rider's orders, stopping abruptly and breathing heavily in anger. "Come on!" Samwell exclaims, caressing its hair to calm the beast a little. And it works, as the run becomes fast and controlled, but the time lost will never be returned.
As they hit the finish line, the Taniford Prince smiles widely, breaths quickly, and congratulates the winner. "You did it wonderful, cousin! It was an honor, indeed. Please, go and win this competition." a respectful nod, and he rides leaving the racing grounds.

The strike seems to produce some effect, as Shade gets a steady, but fast pace. Aethel pants, a bit surprised with himself as he passes by the Samwell horse and crosses the finish line. The Varghem pulls the reins once again, this time to stop the animal, "So did you, cousin. For a few moments I really thought you would win me." He says, casting a rather proud smile to the Taniford prince as he moves away from the tracks.

Lily seems to finally get distracted by the carrot bit and begins crunching away as Elenore gives a sigh of relief. The mare reaching to snuff at the Lord' offered hand, after all it might have another carrot! Elenore looks over with Lily's attention going to him, a gentle smile quickly being offered,"It is, I have not been allowed before…and maybe not again," giving her horse a look that tries to be stern but fails in so many ways,"if we cannot keep focus. So I am most," and then the announcement comes and her eyes go wide,"nervous…for they call me! I must be sorry again, Lord Lyam, I am honor…and am Elli…I mean Lady Elenore Taniford. " Giving another flash of a smile before she leads the mare off after a couple tugs to encourage the beast along. A smooth and graceful swing up before Elenore brings her mare around to the start line, murmuring to the beast,"Forcus, remember, focus."

"Ah. Well, good luck, my Lady." Lyam offers with an encouraging smile. "I hope I get to speak with you again soon." the young man offers, watching Elenore and Lily head towards the starting line and gives a wave towards his sister.

<FS3> Carisse rolls Horsemanship: Success.
<FS3> Carisse rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Carisse rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.

<FS3> Elenore rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Elenore rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Elenore rolls Horsemanship: Success.

"Good luck, my lady." Comes Stefan's words to Carisse. Standing a bit too far away to be able to give it to Elenore. Than again maybe Carisse didn't hear him either anyhow. He just watches and applauds as they starts off. Cheering on the ladies.

Carisse sits her horse well, seemingly having been well trained. While she waits for the start signal, she offers a half bow to Elenore. "Good luck," she offers. She glances up to give Stefan a big smile and a bow of her head. And there it is - the start signal! Carisse leans forward, urging Rogue to start running. The gelding listens quite willingly, though he starts at a lope, and she has to coax him to get going a bit faster. At first, she doesn't even spare a glance for her competitor, but as she gets into the swing of things, she looks over to see where Elenore is.

As the two riders are off, the Emcee calls out the next competitors. "Duke Pawel Varghem competing against Prince Stefan Rhaedan!" As soon as the names are out, they are directed to go near the starting line to await their turn while another play by play of the current race drones on in the background.

Pawel watches carefully for the moment, grinning a bit as he sees Aethel a winner. "Good work, brother," he says, although it's probably too quiet for many to hear. Watching Carisse's race, he pauses as he hears his own name, and that of his opponent, before he nods a little. Mounting, he begins making his way over towards the starting line now, expression a concentrated one.

Upon reaching the starting line, Elenore does bow her head to Carisse,"I wish the best of luck to you as we race." Giving Lily another pat along the withers as she murmurs,"Focus," half for herself, half for the mare. Dark eye focusing to the path ahead that they must cover, and reach the end of. A faint glance towards the MC in waiting for the start to be called, hands tense upon the reins, and then it comes, the horse is kicked into motion. And surprisigly the mare responds well, setting off at a gallop and getting a brief lead with the start. Elenore continuing to whisper at the mare as theh go, though the mare soon flags a bit allowing Carisse and Rogue to come even with them.

<FS3> Carisse rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Carisse rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Carisse rolls Horsemanship: Failure.

<FS3> Elenore rolls Horsemanship: Success.
<FS3> Elenore rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Elenore rolls Horsemanship: Failure.

Carisse concentrates on what she's doing, once she realizes that they are neck and neck. Rogue continues to gallop, jumping over an obstacle in the way, as they negotiate the course. It's a good steady pace, allowing her to pull a bit ahead of Elenore. She is quite excited over this, it being her first race in an official event, and as she nears the finish line, she sits up too much, and starts to topple off. That has her cling to the horse, who pulls across the finish line just a bit ahead of her competitor, and just before Carisse lands on the ground with a thud. "Wo."

Aethel moves closer to his younger brother, glancing at Carisse as he watches her race, "She is doing wel-… at least she won." He says with a smirk, even if there is some concern pouring throught his expression, "I hope this wasn't too hard for her. Are you anxious for when it's your turn?" His hazel eyes now move towards the field where Pawel moves, "Good luck, brother!" He calls out.

Falling behind a bit more, Elenore gives Lily extra nudging to encourage the mare along, murmuring promises of carrots..whole bushels oof them at the end if she'll just keep going. And it seems to have an effect for the mare surges forth with energy, closing the gap….least for a little while, even almot catching up….But no, Lily has decided enough is enough and slows to a trot before a walk and ambles over towards the sidelines to munch on the straw hat of some poor spectator much to Elenore's horror,"No, Lily no..we were almost there." Tugging hard on the mar'es reins to pull her away. And well it takes her some effort and many apologies to the poor man who's hat is now descimated. But eventually, she gets the mare back and track and across the finish line…even a bit late. But at least she made it to the end..only one small distraction along the way. Elenore sighs with relief,"We made it!"

Stefan does applaud while making himself ready as well. Getting onto the horse and ready to race as he makes his way to the start line. Applauding the two racers. "Good job!" He offers to both ladies. Then towards Carisse. "Congratulations." Then he focuses on his own. Looking to Pawel before looking to the favour around his arm and then straight ahead.

"Oh! I will do wonderfully, I'm sure, brother!" Lyam offers a bright and beaming smile up to Aethel. "Even if I don't win my heat, our siblings have made a great showing!" he says as he watches his sister win, and then the young woman that comes in second. "Who is she?" he asks his big brother quietly, a glance towards Elenore and then back up to Aethel.

Carisse gets to her feet, cheeks bright pink. She looks over at Stefan, as he's first, and she says, "Thank you, Prince Stefan. I - wait, I won?" There's a bit of surprise, and then she gives her horse a hug. "Good boy, Rogue." And it clues in that Stefan is now going to race, and against .. Oh, sure. Doesn't that figure. "Good luck, Your Highness. Pawel." Torn, she moves to check over Rogue to make sure he'll be up for another run. Out of the way, out of sight, out of mind. Right?

A brief grin is offered in Aethel's direction, and then a nod and a grin as he sees Carisse winning her heat, before Pawel turns to the things at hand. Watching Stefan for a few moments, he chuckles. "Ready to lose now, Prince Stefan?" he asks, a bit lightly, as he gets ready for the start.

<FS3> Pawel rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Pawel rolls Horsemanship: Success.
<FS3> Pawel rolls Horsemanship: Success.

<FS3> Stefan rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Stefan rolls Horsemanship: Failure.
<FS3> Stefan rolls Horsemanship: Failure.

Gracefully sliding form her horse, Elenore does drag the mare along towards Carisse,"Are you alright? Is he," her gaze flickering to the woman's horse. Concern first for them before offering a gentle,"Congradulations, it was a good race. I am just glad to have finished, I have never done such a thing. I wish you luck in your next round."

"And Lady Clarisse Varghem wins against Lady Elenore Taniford!" As the next round begins, the Emcee barks out the next match. "Sir Eldrick Lohstren competing against Myster Rider, competitors take your places near the finish line." His voice continues on, calling out turn by turn as the horses race around the track with the hopeful riders.

The start is good for Stefan as he keeps right next to Pawel. Though as they come along a bit the horse is fussing as the race goes. Causing Stefan to lose control. Almost falling off and tries to cling on to be able to catch up. The hood falling back and the cap seen clear. The scarf sliding just a little before he is able to adjust it back in place.

A little smile is offered at Lily and the Taniford lady, from her Prince cousin. The promises of carrots have been not enough, and the race is won by another wolf, but still, he walks to be closer to her with the look of someone who is approaching the winner. The horse, the raging temperamental beast, is taken away by a young girl, partially covered in a blue cloak. "You did good, cousin Elenore, I am impressed. I am sure next time it will be better." he says friendly, turning for a moment to see the next races as they are unfolding.

And there the start is given, and Pawel takes off down the field, side by side with his royal opponent. But then as he sees Stefan struggling, and he moves a bit ahead, although his own horse is starting to act up a bit. At least Pawel manages to keep the horse going at some kind of tempo, though.

When his name is finally called, Eldrick turns his attention from the other racers to his own Plainstrider. With a gentle pat on the horse's muscular neck, the Lohstren nods his head to his squire, "Thanks for taking care of him Ria. It looks like it is House Varghem's day so far, let's see if we can ruin the streak." As his House is known for their horses, there is a fierce pride in the noble heir in doing well in this event. Climbing onto his horse, Eldrick slowly trots the beast to the starting/finish line.

All the competition Collette watches very excited. Though, she is much more interested in stallions, than in the riders. Her intent look follows each move of incredible animals and when she claps, she claps more for the horse, than for the rider. However, when Emcee calls her brother in the field, Collette stands up in order better to see everything. She starts nervously whirling her curls around finger, but sparkling eyes and wide smile easily helps to hide all the thrill. Collette waves from the stands "Good luck, brother! Good luck!"

"I'm alright, just a little bruise," Carisse says, with a nod of her head, and an abashed laugh. She finishes checking Rogue over, and then she says, "And Rogue seems to be fine. I might walk him a bit to make sure." A pet to the horse's neck, and then she says, "And thank you. That was fun. You did really well. Did you see we were neck and neck for most of the race?" As Samwell comes over, Carisse offers a bow. "Prince-Cousin," she says lightly.

Aethel taps the back of his younger brother softly, "Show that Lohstren they aren't the best horsemen in the realm." He says, trying to sound as confident as possible. He smiles at the good start of the older brother, "Just keep it like this." He mutters in a lower tone.

When it's his turn to be announced, Lyam blows out a breath. "Well, dear Cobalt. It's time we get in character, no? I'll see you in a few minutes, brother." he asks the gelding and leads the gelding off in a gentle trot behind the stands. Within a few minutes later, the duo come trotting back out. Trading in his usual drab colors for a bright and colorful set of trousers and shirts, red and yellow tassels stream from his sides and back and a cape. A mask is set over Lyam's nose as he takes on the role of the Myster Rider for the race. Likewise, Cobalt now has a colorful set of blinders on, and his blacket is done up in the same colors as his rider - bright and vibrant reds and yellows. He sticks his tongue out towards the Emcee as he gives away his SECRET identity.
The usually reluctant and fragile Lord puts on his brightest smile underneath the mask that only covers his eyes and nose as he takes on the role of Shooting Star - the Mystery Rider! As the horse trots up to the line, he waves his hand and tries to rouse up the crowd into a cheer. Even as he cups his hand to his mouth and calls out cheerfully. "Highnesses, Ladies, Lords! Citizens and friends!" And with that, he recites a simple poem.

"This day on the track was like no other day,
the atmosphere was loud and everyone was gay.
My dream came true in a blink of an eye,
but to reach the end, i would have to fly.
Win or lose this may be my last call,
racing till the end, I'll give you my all!"


There's a chuckling laugh as the young man rears back Cobalt and the horse obediently rises to greet the crowd. The favor from Princess Amira snows against the young man's wrist, giving a hint to his identity to those who saw who had requested it the night before. After the youngest member of the Ducal family works up his hometown crowd with his show, he trots to the line, the ribbons and tassels trailing behind the gelding and his rider. Oh! He's racing a Knight. Awesome! The young man looks positively thrilled at the challenge ahead of him. "Good luck, Sir Eldrick!" he offers with a smile that could make sugar jealous with it's sweetness.

<FS3> Pawel rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Pawel rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Pawel rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.

That she finished seems plenty for Elenore, seeming quite pleased. The mare, wayward as it was, is petted on the nose as she murmurs,"Only two carrots for doing that, not the whole bushel." Seems the mare will get carrots afterall. Though to see her Prince cousin approching, Elenore gives a bow of her head to him,"Thank you, I was surprised to manage so well for a first race. Lily and I will surely improve with practice." The mare given another pat. Her eyes drifting to watch the next round already in progress,"It is exciting to watch." A warm smile yet for Carisse,"Aye, we were so close….we were well matched. Though aye, he may wish for a walk after that, to settle some before he must run again."

<FS3> Stefan rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Stefan rolls Horsemanship: Success.
<FS3> Stefan rolls Horsemanship: Success.

Carisse' attention goes to the race now, and she watches as Pawel and Stefan start off. "Whoootttt!" she cheers, loudly. Course, she's going to have to face one of those two fine horsemen, perhaps, but well, what can you do? "Good luck!" She might be cheering for her brother, but she might also be cheering for Prince Stefan. Her bright blue eyes and big smile are giving nothing away, as she alternates her attention between cheering and chatting with relatives.

"Cousin Carisse, I am glad to see you are good." the Taniford Prince seems to be distracted, and even a little blush can be noticed, tinted in another bit of shame. "You did very good as well, congratulations. Will the wolves claim the price today? It will be a great honor for the South, that's fur sure." and a little laugh slips to Elenore and her mare. "Two carrots? Give her one more for me. She did good, at least you didn't have a borrowed horse who decided to hate you in the middle of the race. Lily was just adorable."

And then it seems that Pawel and his horse are back on speaking terms, as they seem to pick up the pace again. Fully focused on their own riding, he doesn't pay much attention to where the Rhaedan is. Hurrying for the finish line now, he crosses it and slows down the horse so the two of them can come to a stop now.

Stefan is starts to straighten back into the race. Coming back but never fully catching up. Coming in quite a bit behind Pawel. Sighing a bit as he comes in. "Good race." He offers to Pawel before riding over towards Carisse. "Seems I could not make your favour experience any greatness, my lady." He says with an apologetic look. Making sure for the scarf to sit nice still. Pulling his hood back over his leather cap. "If I was competing more I would still wish to keep it for that, but unfortunately I will not." He offers, to Carisse, as he makes his way off his horse.

"Anddddd the winner is Duke Pawel Varghem!" The Emcee calls out to the crowd. "With a close one by Prince Stefan Rhaedan!" And with the other two already lining up, he awaits until they are prepared before announcing for the two to start!

<FS3> Lyam rolls Horsemanship: Failure.
<FS3> Lyam rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Lyam rolls Horsemanship: Great Success.

<FS3> Eldrick rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Eldrick rolls Horsemanship: Great Success.
<FS3> Eldrick rolls Horsemanship: Great Success.

Slowing his steed to a stop, Eldrick looks over to his opponent, yet another Varghem and nods his head to the other noble but that is all that is offered, the pomp that accompanied the lordling's entrance ignored. A look is directed to the ribbon he wears on his arm, the same he wore when he fought in the Sword on Foot competition, then his attention is on the path they are to run, waiting eagerly for the call to start. Once it is given, the Lohstren takes off on his horse, his race with his opponent beginning. The start he has is a good one as he quickly pulls away from his opponent and soon he lowers his profile a bit more, urging his Plainstrider to even faster speeds as he continues on the track.

A soft laugh comes from Elenore,"Aye, an extra carrot for her, just as you ask. For she did earn it." Stroking themare's nose, half to keep the beasts attention from stray and trying to munch on something else. "I do not think mother would have allowed me to enter if I rode upon a barrowed animal. But you did well yet, for the trouble that came." Glancing to the racein progress, though her attention is drawn by those lining up for the next heat, a canting of her head to see the entrance made by the horse Lily was trying to munch on at the start. Looking mortified for a moment at the memory before most curious to see the mask and blinder, and the poem! A wistful smile comes and there i much focus given to thise next race.

So caught up in working up the crowd and having turned his horse to do a counting trick, Lyam actually forgets that the race had started. Oh. Right. Run! There's a joyous laugh from the young Lord as he turns Cobalt in the right direction and spurs him on. "H-cha!" he calls out and sends the gelding off in a run as the young man hunkers down, a smile splitting his features as he runs the horse through its paces, feeling utterly and totally liberated and really just.. having fun.

<FS3> Lyam rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Lyam rolls Horsemanship: Success.
<FS3> Lyam rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.

<FS3> Eldrick rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Eldrick rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Eldrick rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.

As he reaches the halfway point of the race, Eldrick gives a glance back over his shoulders to see if his opponent is catching up or not. Seeing that his lead is still solid and he isn't pulling away nor losing ground, the Lohstren eases up slightly on the speed of his steed. It appears that the Heir is smart enough to not wear out his Plainsrunner in the very first race, just keeping a very good steady pace as the quick rhythm hooves brings him to and past the finish line. Only after passing that end line does he pull back gently on the reins, slowing the horse to a slow trot. With the victory, he raises a hand and a proud grin appears as he waves to those that were watching and cheering him on.

Carisse recognizes the voice of the masked rider, at the least. She is distracted by Prince Stefan's arrival. "Your highness, a good race," she says. "You did well. Sadly, I find I cannot fault you for losing to my brother." There's a flash of impish humour, and then she inclines her head. "If you are not competing further, then I will of course accept my favour back. And thank you for riding for me."

As the speed picks up between rider and mount, Lyam actually slows down for a moment. "Whoa, whoa." he says to Cobalt, pulling back a little to peer at something in the woods. A small spring has caught his eye and he actually slows down to a trot to look it over and makes a note of it to come back and draw later. He then spurs the horse on to catch back up at the finish line. "Oh what fun! Great job, sir Knight!" he says, a rousing grin to his features as he waves to the crowd again and removes his mask before he calls out, "Give it up for the Varghem's that have advanced, and brave Sir Eldrick!" he says, feeling his own little sense of pride. He did what he wanted to do, he had fun, and well, it's just the spirit of it all that makes him feel alive.

"And so now to me, what does it all mean,
for me not the fashion, or the high social scene.
But the thunder of hooves pounding down on the dirt,
The grace and the power of these kings of the turf."


One last poem, and the young artist goes back behind the stands to change back to his normal apperance and goes up into the stands to join his family. "I'll do better next time!" he says with a snicker that says it really does not matter.

Pausing a little as he looks between Carisse and Stefan, Pawel studies them both for a few moments, before he shakes his head a little. Turning to watch how Lyam is doing now, he focuses on that at the moment. And he hasn't even dismounted yet. Nodding a little, with a grin as he hears the poem, before he chuckles as Lyam makes his way over. "Good try, Lyam," he offers now. "We're all proud of you."

A last pat is given to the mare as Elenore allows one of the hands take the mare away, a light murmur to the beast,"I promise, I will not forget, carrots later. I will bring them, nice and orange." Yet watching of the race in progress, a giggle lighting to see the mystrey rider so intent upon the crowd he misses the indication that race is started. Stepping a little towards Samwell, as she asks of him quietly,"Cousin..is he…that one," a light motion to the Mystrey rider, Lyam,"…so…delightuflly colorful?" Giving a brief look to him as her question is asked, before focusing again on the race. So much focus for one thing, it is taxing! Watching the finish the brings another poem and a light claping from Elenore.

Another nod is offered by Eldrick to the young Varghem lordling though a smirk appears as another verse of poetry is recited to the crowd. The Lohstren is certainly amused though it appears that he rode more against a poet than a rider, but still a Varghem nonetheless. The rivalry between his House and the host's is still in his mind though he knows that there are more Varghems to defeat as well, they have done very well in the first round.

Stefan applauds as the final race of the first round ends. Then turning to Carisse. "Unfortunately I won't." Taking the favour in his hand and stepping in front of Carisse. "I would still be pleased if perhaps you would wish to join me after this day. Or perhaps a dance at the feast?" He suggests as his eyes studies her. Glancing around a bit but for now Carisse got most of his attention.

And the winner is announced as.. "Sir Eldrick Lohstren has succeeded over Myster Rider! Next, the semi-finals! Sir Aethel Varghem competing against Lady Carisse Varghem!"

"Oh shoot. Brother or sister. I'm not sure which one to cheer for." Coin taken out of his pocket, the young man flips it. When he catches it, the young man studies it for a moment and nods. "Go Carisse!" Lyam shouts cheerfully and then looks to his older brother and nudges him, voice quiet to ask something.

Carisse smiles at Stefan, as she accepts her favour back. "I can certainly promise a dance at the feast, Prince Stefan. And should we have opportunity to meet and chat, I'm sure that will be most enjoyable." She glances at Pawel, her eyes gleaming blue. "Congratulations, Pawel." A breath, and then a little louder, "Well done, Lyam!" And then she's called back to the line. "If you all will excuse me, I have to go try to beat the pants off my brother." An impish grin, and she remounts Rogue, heading back for the starting line with a fluorish of a salute.

The Varghem knight doesn't seem pleased by having to ride against his sister, Aethel moves towards the tracks and get in his position, "Don't think I'm going to let you win just because you are my sister, I hope to make Pawel eat dust in the final." He says, with a brief scowl forming on his face.

<FS3> Carisse rolls Horsemanship: Great Success.
<FS3> Carisse rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Carisse rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.

"Judging for the introduction, that fine mystery rider has to be," and as a new noble comes closer, Samwell greets him quickly, "Cousin Lyam, you did great." turning again to the Taniford lady he asks lightly and in hushed tone, "Everybody here is my cousin, I think." and his dark eyes are taken away to the horse race one more time. "How have you been, Elenore? We had not met in Wolvershire, I think? How is the family? The other, well, cousins?" he grins.

<FS3> Aethel rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Aethel rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Aethel rolls Horsemanship: Success.

"Good luck, both of you," Pawel offers to both Carisse and Aethel, unable to hold back a bit of a smile. "May the best one win." He pauses again as he hears Lyam's quiet words, and looks over in the direction of Samwell and Elenore for a few moments, before he shakes his head. "I'm not sure. Some relative of his, perhaps?" Looking back towards the race as he sees it about to start again now.

Carisse looks over at Aethel, and she grins. "Of course you won't," she says. "That's okay, you'll have to work for it." She stays easily mounted, and as the MC starts the race, Rogue is off to a great start, lunging forward with a burst of speed he did not show in the previous race. Carisse laughs, and settles him down to a good steady pace, and the two head off through the course, for the second time, starting off just a bit ahead of her brother.

For the first time ever, the talkative Lord Lyam seems almost shy. Then he marshalls up some resolve and gives a smirk towards Pawel. "Some help you are, big brother." he offers as he rises to offer a bow to Stefan. "Your Highness, cousin.." he greets the man both ways with a chuckle. "It seems I at least served the morale of the crowd well." Which is what he really wanted to do anyway - winning was a secondary objective.
His eyes fall towards Elenore. "I did not get a chance to speak to you further earlier. I'm going to take Cobalt for a small walk and I know where there are some apples that would be good for my horse.. if maybe you wished to come with me?" he asks her polietly. "If I may, Your Highness?" he asks Stefan. "And if you wanted, of course, my Lady?"

Despite his words, Aethel doesn't manage to get the leading position once again. He pulls the reins of his dark horse fiercly and leans on the well crafted saddle, striking with his spurs against the body of the animal, "Just wait and see, sister." He says, smirking.

<FS3> Aethel rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Aethel rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Aethel rolls Horsemanship: Success.

<FS3> Carisse rolls Horsemanship: Great Success.
<FS3> Carisse rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Carisse rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.

"And they're off!" Another running commentary before the winner is announced. "And Lady Carisse Varghem has just edged out Sir Aethel Varghem!" After the celebrations of the crowd dies down only slightly, he's already announcing the new set. "Make your way to the mark, Duke Pawel Varghem who will compete against Sir Eldrick Lohstren!"

A gentle 'Oh,' slips at the news. Lightly noting,"We met briefly before I raced, Lily tried to eat his horse's saddle blanket." Looking quite abashed about it yet. Offering over towards Lyam,"I am again sorry for that." Before Samwell earns one of her gentle smiles, and a equally hushed response,"It seems so, but some of us per…" The word faiding off midway as she remembers herself, a meek smile offered. Some things best not said with so many about. "I have been well, and we have not. I have truly only arrived the day before last. It was thought best I only attend part, especially since I was being permitted to actually enter an even this time." A soft laugh occurs with the reference to more cousins,"They are all doing well, though kept busy. Only mother and Keric came with this time. You have been doing well, I hope?"
Lyam drawing her attention again as he speaks,"Aye, they called me so quickly…and Lily was being so wayward. A walk…it is the least I could do to give proper apology for her poor behavior. Even if I come to get an apple for her as well." A glance to Samwell,"If you would not mind me going? Though..later..>I have a latest painting, I must show you…the colors are most devine."

Carisse is definitely enjoying herself this race. She and Rogue both seem to be having fun as they continue their flying race along the course. She crosses the finish line, and then slows Rogue down. "Good boy, Rogue," she says. "Very nicely done." And then she turns the horse to come back to Aethel, giving him a smile. "Good race, brother," she says, managing to not gloat.

After resting his horse briefly, Eldrick knows his turn is up again as they have reached the semi-finals of the riding competition. With his name called and his opponent the Duke, the Lohstren leads his Plainsrunner steed to the start line again, mounting onto the saddle once he nears it. Trotting the rest of way there, he slows hsi horse to a stop and bows his head to Pawel, "It appears that we are to go against each other again, Your Grace."

Aethel moves throught the finish line after a good time, panting after his useless efforts, "Sister, I have to confess… You will surely win against whoever you face in the final. I just blinked and that horse was like crossing the finish line already." He says with a smirk, "It was a good race indeed, but give me a second chance and the turnout might be different." The last words are muttered in a rather provocative tone before he leaves the tracks.

Stefan applauds the race. "Great job, Varghems." He offers to both racers before winking to Carisse. "That was excellent, my lady. There is one thing though." Trying to get her to move over. His attention having shift a bit to the others as well, but it seems that he has something planned for the lady. His horse having been led along by now, to go to the stables.

Smiling as he moves his own horse to the start line, Pawel offers a grin in Eldrick's direction. "Let's hope for a different result than the last time," he remarks a bit lightly, before he sees Carisse winning. "Excellent work," he offers.

Carisse dismounts and moves over towards Stefan and the group. She laughs at Aethel, well aware that on another day, he might have won. "Next time, Aethel," she calls back. "But first we shall see if Pawel can win!" And by that point she is back over by Stefan. "Prince Stefan, thank you. There is a question you have?" she asks, her head tilting a bit.

<FS3> Eldrick rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Eldrick rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Eldrick rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.

<FS3> Pawel rolls Horsemanship: Success.
<FS3> Pawel rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Pawel rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.

Shooting the Duke a grin, Eldrick certainly does not agree with having a different result than last time but he let's the Duke's hopes sit for now, preferring to crush it in action and not words. His attention turns his gaze ahead again as he focuses on the race, tuning out everything else as he waits for the call to start. Once the start is given, he spurs his Plainsrunner on and it is a good pace that is set, one that is maintained for the entire first half of the track. A brief glance back is given again and he sees that the Duke is close behind.

"A painting? I love a good painting. Perhaps I would be able to see it as well?" Lyam suggests as Elenore says the magic words to catch his attention. As he does so, the young man offers his arm to the Taniford lady. "If you are ready then?" he suggests as he offers up another warm smile. "And sure. If you share a carrot, I will gladly trade for an apple." he says with a chuckle.

A mischievous smile is drawn in Samwell's features. "A walk? Of course, Lord Lyam. Just remember to return Lady Elenore without harm, though I'm sure it won't be the case." the dark fire of the Prince's gaze meets his cousin, grinning and nodding. "You two have fun. Wolveshire is a beautiful place, and my cousin will show you it, with no doubt."

Taking off at the go, Pawel stays a little bit behind Eldrick now, but is still close enough that the race is not yet done. Looking quite concentrated now.

<FS3> Eldrick rolls Horsemanship: Great Success.
<FS3> Eldrick rolls Horsemanship: Great Success.
<FS3> Eldrick rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.

<FS3> Pawel rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Pawel rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Pawel rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.

With his opponent close behind him after the halfway point, Eldrick lowers his profile while mounted once more and once again urges his steed onward at a faster pace, "Hyah! C'mon!" He urges on with verbal cues as well, feeling the rhythm picking up, the resistance in the air increasing as his horse runs faster. Another quick glance is given over his shoulder and he sees that he has pulled ahead enough that he could slowly relax in the very last leg, crossing the finish line in the lead once more.

And as the second set of semi-finalists cross over the line the cheers and jeers both go up in equal measures and the winner is announced along with the next pairings. "And the winner is…. Sir Eldrick Lohstren edging out our own Duke Pawel Varghem! Our two finalists will be Lady Carisse Varghem competing against Sir Eldrick Lohstren! Riders, on your marks!"

"Well, since you went to the final there might be something I could offer to you. Since perhaps not a favour would do for a final. Especially against such a good rider." He says and gestures with his head towards those competing. "So. A kiss? Your choice where. Hand, cheek. I would suggest lips, but I doubt that would be well received." Showing amusement.

A sparkle dances in Elenore's eyes a moment as she give Samwell a parting smile with his blesing to go,"I am sure he shall return as unharmed as I part." And alas, the Prince is already becoming slightly forgotten with Lyam showing interest in her painting. A hand settle lightly upon the offered arm,"Oh, you would have interest? I would be pleased to show you as well..if you truly wish." Gliding to walk where he leads,"I think the least Lily could do is trade up a carrot for her transgressions. I am truly sorry for that, I should have kept watch on her better..but I fear we both do not keep focu as we should at times."

Picking up some pace, Pawel keeps his attention on his own horse, and the course. Like the first round, finishes stronger than he start the course, but this time, it's not enough. Shaking his head a little bit, he offers a momentary smile to Eldrick. "Good race, Sir." It's said a bit quietly, before he looks over in Carisse's direction. "Make him eat dust, sister," he calls towards her.

Carisse looks over to Lyam, and she flashes him a grin. "Did I hear you cheering for me, brother?" she asks, sounding quite amused. Her gaze goes to Elenore, and then over to Lyam. Amused. And then over to Samwell, as he shows that mischief briefly. "Wolveshire is indeed a lovely place, though I admit I am somewhat partial to it, since it is my home." And now Stefan's comment brings pink to her cheeks, and she holds her hand out, amusedly. "You just want to irritate my brothers and cousin," she says. "But the hand is all you get, unless I somehow manage to win." Mischief runs rampant.

The blue eyes of the youngest of the Ducal family gives Prince Samwell a steadfast smile as Lyam smiles. "There is no bigger promoter of our fair Duchy than I, Your Highness." he says cheerfully as he feels the weight of Elenore's hand on his arm. "I love the arts. I will have to show you my sketches sometime." he says with a bright smile to Elenore. "I appreciate all types of arts, drawing, poetry, dancing.. perhaps you will find out at the feast?" he suggests to the Lady. Apparently Carisse's mischeviousness is infectious to the Varghems tonight.

Staying mounted as he will have to race again, Eldrick shoots a grin to the Duke, one that is slightly touched with arrogrance, before bowing his head in thanks, "And to you, Your Grace." When the sister is requested to make the Lohstren eat dust, the Heir's grin widens in amusement as his eyes search for his next opponent, a third Varghem, eager to see who it was that had reached the finals like he had.

Stefan chuckles and nods to Carisse. "Perhaps. Although you are cute as well." Mischief in his own eyes. Everyone else ignored as he bows down to let the hood hide what happens. Pulling down his scarf a bit. Making sure no one can see any of it though, as it is covered by the hood. Placing a kiss on the lady's hand. Then taking everything on again. "Good luck." Winking to her and letting her go on to compete.

"I admit, I have not seen much of it yet, and look forward to being shown more, especially to have an escort who knows it so well." Elenore's dark eyes do flicker towards Carisee when she comes upon the group,"You rode most well, congradulations are again do." Somehow knowing how that went, even if she wasn't seemingly paying attention to the races in the least for awhile.
But that attention doe always seem to return to her new escort,"I would love to see them..I paint mostly, though do try ketch when there is not time to pull out the colors. " Elenore cants her head a little at the mention of the feast,"the ffeast? Oh aye…there was mention of going before we return. I will be there…but you enjoy to dance? " Inquiring as they wander along.

Carisse cannot help but chuckle at the expression on Stefan's face. Amused, she lets him kiss her hand, especially with it all hidden away as it is. And then she remounts Rogue, heading for the starting line, with a hand raised up to salute her brother Pawel and the crowd.

Stefan whispers to Carisse.

<FS3> Eldrick rolls Horsemanship: Great Success.
<FS3> Eldrick rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Eldrick rolls Horsemanship: Success.

"Good luck, Carisse!" Lyam calls out encouragingly to his sister before the young man turns his attention back to the young woman on his arm as he puts away the ribbon he was wearing since he hasn't seen the Princess to return it as he walks with Elenore. "Oh aye. I do so love to dance. I often do so when I am alone." he says with a chuckle as they head towards the horses to ride back into town.

<FS3> Carisse rolls Horsemanship: Great Success.
<FS3> Carisse rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Carisse rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.

Shaking his head very briefly as he watches Carisse and Stefan, Pawel finally dismounts as his sister heads off to the starting line. Offering a nod and a smile as he sees the salute, before he steps over in Stefan's direction. "Your Highness…" he begins, before he lowers his voice a bit to say something meant for the prince's ears alone.

Aethel returns from the stables, this time without the horse, he moves towards their Taniford cousin, coming right in time to see the beginning of the final, "That's how you do it, sister!" He calls out, tilting his head at the Samwell, "Cousin, who do you think it's going to win tonight?" The Varghem questions.

"Good luck, My Lady." Is the amicable greeting and words offered by Eldrick to his final opponent in this race, a bow of head also given. Since she had made it this far, the Lohstren knows that this will be the toughest and most skilled rider that the Varghems have to offer yet. When the start is given, he spurs his horse on again at good speed, a great start. Eldrick isn't surprised when Carisse keeps pace with a great start of her own, finding that he has to do his best to actually keep pace against the young lady rider. When they approach the halfway point though, he can sense his steed's energy flagging slightly as Carisse begins to pull away. Leaning in, he urges his Plainsrunner on, "Last race, give it all you got!"

Stefan watches the lady move off and he looks over to Pawel with a nod. "Nice riding, your grace. I believe that your sister will win this final." He offers. Hearing the whisper and nodding. "Of course, just find me after." He says and doesn't seem to mind the man's words at all. Maybe even expecting something along what was whispered. Applauding the riders.

"And to you, my Lord," Carisse returns, with a bow of her head in return. There is excitement and amusement in equal parts on her face. She is actually totally thrilled to be in the finals and it shows. The MC does his thing And they're off! Rogue has the idea of it now, and he willingly takes off, stride for stride with Eldrick's plainstrider. She rides as hard as she can, enjoying every little bit. And as she does so, Rogue begins to pull just a little ahead.

<FS3> Carisse rolls Horsemanship: Great Success.
<FS3> Carisse rolls Horsemanship: Great Success.
<FS3> Carisse rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.

<FS3> Eldrick rolls Horsemanship: Good Success.
<FS3> Eldrick rolls Horsemanship: Success.
<FS3> Eldrick rolls Horsemanship: Great Success.

"ANDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD Crossing the finish line first is LADY CARISSE VARGHEM followed closely by Sir Eldrick Lohstren! Congratulations to the winner!"

This time, Eldrick and his Plainsrunner is no match for the Lady Carisse as he watches her pull away after they pass the halfway point. Not wanting it to end this way, the Lohstren Heir and his steed actually puts on a last second burst of speed but the lead that the young noble lady had is too great to catch. Passing the finish line second, Eldrick slows his horse to a slow trot and finally comes to a stop by the victor, bowing his head to Carisse, "Very well ridden, My Lady. Congratulations on the victory."

Pawel nods a little as he hears Stefan's words. "Good," he offers, words kept a bit calm for now, although there seems to be a fire raging in his eyes for a few moments. It disappears for a few moments as he sees Carisse win the race, and he lets out a momentary cheer. "Told her she'd do it…" he remarks, lightly.

Carisse and Rogue head into the second half of the race at high speed, both knowing the course from having raced it twice before. She's not slowing down and Rogue's stamina and speed are showing. After they gallop through the finish line, she slows the gallant horse to a walk, and pauses to incline her own head to Eldrick. "Thank you, My Lord. A good match, and thank you for racing against me. It was an excellent race." She then turns her horse, heading over towards Prince Stefan. Cause she did promise. She dismounts as she arrives near a Varghem groom, who takes her horse to look after him. And Carisse arrives to throw a hug at Pawel, happily. "I can't believe it!" she says, assuming he lets her hug him.

Stefan cheers loudly for both. "Great job!" Though mainly to Carisse. Bowing deep to her. Applauding and looking around while she hug her brother, if he allows. "Nicely ridden, my lady." He offers and moves along. "See, your grace? She is great, and I am honored to have been able to offer something to her before the race." He says and watches them both. Looking to others and nodding to those he sees.

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