Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489 
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on May 2, 2017 8:17:03 GMT -8
She laughed and clapped when it was announced that Ryden Greyiron would be going through. Glancing around, she saw that some people had vacated a couple of seats at the edge near where she stood, and she moved to take a seat. A few people chatted her up while there was a break in jousting, and she spoke back with them, her voice calm and quiet amidst the noise all around. When it seemed the joust would begin again, Genevieve turned her eyes onto the 'battlefield.' The joust was turning out to be more exciting than she had thought it would be, and she was also curious to see how well Raoul Ferdinand would do. |
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235 
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 2, 2017 8:23:20 GMT -8
Raoul was already fairly fresh, but he took a few moments to stretch his legs and hobnob with various well-wishers in between bouts. He had also dumped a bucket of fresh water over his head, rinsing off some of the sweat and dust of the first round. It was a pleasantly warm spring day outside, but armor and padding and effort made it hot and sweaty. Once the call was put out for the second round, he armored up again, and climbed into the saddle, looking down the lane at his opponent. Another man he didn’t know, but he had been watching the first round as best he could between his own bouts, and knew that Toliver Wulfric was no slouch. He raised his lance in salute, then lowered it as he spurred his horse down the lane. BAOxucjo1-201-20 |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 14:25:23 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2017 10:25:31 GMT -8
She lost. It was somewhat of a foreign feeling to Eilagwen, but one that she could take. Jousting hadn't been a major hobby of hers, and more a curiosity that she wanted sated than anything else. Taking off her helm, her pale blonde hair falling from beneath it, her gaze met Kaine Aislinn's and she nodded with respect to him. She dismounted the horse she'd borrowed and patted its neck, murmuring quietly to him, and then the somber-faced elf went to take her armor off, refresh herself, and change back into her civilian clothes. |
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Toliver Wulfric
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 26
Physical Description: A towering man at six foot six, laden with heavy muscle and features that seem to be chiseled from granite.
Clothes and Equipment: Sturdy leather armor with some heavy plates and a great sword. Standard traveling gear in his backpack.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 8:52:06 GMT -8
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Post by Toliver Wulfric on May 2, 2017 12:51:37 GMT -8
This time Toli's lance hits true and it is The Chancellor that is rocked back in his saddle, well a tie wasn't exactly the most exciting outcome it was the best Toli could have hoped for in that particular match and he gets to move on to the next round. Turning his horse he makes it a point to come past where his brother, @fedlimid, is watching in the stands and he says with a laugh. "Told you I wouldn't embarrass myself!" The mountainous man says his rich baritone thundering out across the field. After a few moments, he is at the next alley staring down the king of the fair himself, Raoul Ferdinand. Toli caught some of the other man's jousts and he'd done exceptionally well, in addition to the other man being properly equipped. Still, Toli was certain he could put up at least some kind of contest against the other man as he levels his lance and kicks his horse into a gallop. r904_vrc1-201-20 |
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on May 2, 2017 18:04:40 GMT -8
Kaine took a break between the rounds, although he had beaten eilagwen in the first joust it was a close match and the places the lances struck ached with a dull pain. Grabbing a bit to eat and drink for himself from the festival stands as well as getting an apple for his teammate. As Ganymede announced his new competitor he readjusted his equipment, grabbed another lance, and then made his way over to his side of the field. His horse kneaded the mud with it's hoof in anticipation , as Kaine lowered his visor and prepared to face his new opponent Ryden Greyiron. Waiting for the moment the announcer called Kaine was off down the lane lowering his Lance towards his opponents shoulder. glSz4Fxy1-201-20 |
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on May 3, 2017 5:16:39 GMT -8
Having taken some hard hits in the previous round, Ryden took advantage of the break between rounds to get his shoulder strapped up from where he'd taken Toliver's lance. A draw was a better result than he'd expected, and he was glad to move on to the next round. He mostly stayed at the end of his lane, caring for his horse and his equipment, as well as taking a brief drink.
As Ganymede announced the next round, he finished replacing his equipment, remounted and rearmed himself with a new lance, before bringing Concorde around to bear on the lane. He faced off against Kaine, offering him a solemn nod before the announcer - well - announced the beginning, when he touched his heels to his horse's flanks, sending the pair cantering down towards the inevitable clash.
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 3, 2017 5:56:52 GMT -8
The second joust began, and it was exciting as the first. Toliver Wulfric vs. Raoul Ferdinand -- First round to Raoul; Raoul 1 - Toliver 0The King of Prospernalia tilted against the other handsome knight (or so Toliver appeared to look), and it was the stuff that many of the young women in the crowd would remember for days. Still, after the clash and the lances were counted, it was Raoul that won the hit, and thus the point. Kaine Aislinn vs Ryden Greyiron -- First round to Ryden; Ryden 1 - Kaine 0This match was close, the crowd in a frenzy over a show of support for the Chancellor of Isra, who had almost taken on a symbolicrole of representing all of Isra in this Joust. Both riders showed excellent form, but it was Ryden who came away with the victory for this round. Once wood pieces are cleared and lances refreshed, the riders were signaled to tilt again! |
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 3, 2017 9:27:56 GMT -8
Once again, his lance struck true and his opponent had only managed a glancing blow. @tolivar had made a clean pass, with good form, but fortune had smiled on Raoul.
He traded for a fresh lance and wheeled around, waiting for his opponent to set for the next pass. He raised his lance in salute to Tolivar, then kicked the horse into a charge. The couched lance leveled before him, lining up Raoul's opponent.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 14:25:23 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2017 10:05:06 GMT -8
Once she was back in her civilian clothes, she decided to linger, watching how a "real pro" was supposed to Joust. Instead of joining the crowd, however, the leather-clad elf took a place by the stable boys and squires who were watching, leaning a shoulder against a post and placidly watching. Unlike the rest, she was not given to bouts of excitement or passion and simply observed.
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on May 4, 2017 5:00:51 GMT -8
Ryden was supremely pleased to have won his first tilt against Kaine. The young gentleman must be at least half his age, and despite their minimal height difference, in the saddle he looked every bit as large and imposing as Ryden - which was not nearly as imposing as Gothmog, of course, but what would one expect? He turned back towards his little preparation camp, casting his lance and buckler off to the side.
It had been an intensely close match, with both jousters scoring hits on each other, but in that round, Ryden had proven that he could strike strong and true. He could only hope to equal his previous success as he lined up along the centre divider, before spurring Concorde into action as the beginning was announced.
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on May 4, 2017 8:38:05 GMT -8
Kaine didn't win the fist joust but yet he felt invigorated, it was an extremely close match and himself and Ryden Greyiron were evenly matched. He had never faced someone with such a high position in a personal competition like this and the opportunity was not lost on him. If he could win this it would bring him into the spotlight and finding work in Isra would be much easier. Grabbing his second lance Kaine charged down the lane hoping he could beat the chancellor. |uXjpt8O1-201-20 |
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Toliver Wulfric
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 26
Physical Description: A towering man at six foot six, laden with heavy muscle and features that seem to be chiseled from granite.
Clothes and Equipment: Sturdy leather armor with some heavy plates and a great sword. Standard traveling gear in his backpack.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 8:52:06 GMT -8
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Post by Toliver Wulfric on May 4, 2017 10:23:30 GMT -8
Much to his embarrassment Toli is tilted easily by the king, however, he wasn't one to let a little set back like that stop him. Wheeling back to his start he gets ready for the second pass, lowering his lance and charging Raoul Ferdinand determined to get at least one point against the man. KkNgbvmu1-20 1-20 |
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 4, 2017 14:57:45 GMT -8
And there's an upset in the joust! Toliver Wulfric vs Raoul Ferdinand ; Second round to Toliver; Toliver 1 - Raoul 1
The ever-favored King of Prospernalia, who had not lost a round yet found himself hit and hit hard. Toliver scored a square point with his blow to Raoul's shoulder, making the crowd gasp in shock but none-the-less get more involved in the fight. Kaine Aislinn vs Ryden Greyiron; Second round to Kaine; Kaine 1 - Ryden 1
The Chancellor of Isra -- a symbol of the glory of Isra itself, at least in this joust -- found himself taking a blow. The crowd gasped even louder at this, for it seems that their favorites -- the Champions of Isra -- were somehow running out of luck! Ganymede clapped where she sat on the appropriate dais, enjoying this new rush of events. Both jousts, now, were tied, and the next round would decide who would go on for Championship rounds, while the losers of the joust would once again tilt to figure who would win third place, and who would be dismissed just as Gothmog and Eilagwen had. |
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 4, 2017 19:00:02 GMT -8
Raoul coughed and raised his visor, shaking off the hit. Whatever charm or good luck had carried him this far seemed have slipped. Or maybe Toliver Wulfric had just seen a good opening and exploited it. Regardless, he raised his lance in salute to his opponent. A good hit was a good hit, and it deserved to be acknowledged. Then he rolled his shoulders and slammed his visor down again. Sportsmanship was sportsmanship, but Raoul was playing to win, after all. He kicked his horse into a gallop and lowered the lance at Toliver again. igrqHkpc1-201-20 |
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Toliver Wulfric
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 26
Physical Description: A towering man at six foot six, laden with heavy muscle and features that seem to be chiseled from granite.
Clothes and Equipment: Sturdy leather armor with some heavy plates and a great sword. Standard traveling gear in his backpack.
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 8:52:06 GMT -8
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Post by Toliver Wulfric on May 5, 2017 6:34:25 GMT -8
The satisfying thwack of lance against armor echoes across the field and this time it is Toli's lance which struck true. Discarding the splintered bit of wood the mercenary salutes Raoul Ferdinand as he makes his way back to his start. It was all coming down to this, time to see if this is where he was booted out or where he proved his mettle. Hoisting a new lance Toliver sets himself in position and when the signal was given he barreled down the lane for the final pass. 4kBWd_Iq1-201-20 |
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on May 5, 2017 6:54:17 GMT -8
Once again, Ryden returned to his equipment station after offering Kaine a salute of recognition, discarding the splintered lance and shattered buckler by throwing them to the ground - and while this action would look casual, and not petty, to the audience, Ryden was not sure if he felt the same sentiment. He had unofficially almost become the flagbearer for Isra in the joust, being the only Isran left competing, so he felt that he had to win - for the people, of course. As such, despite the hits he had suffered thus far, he held his new lance and shield with enthusiastic energy as he spurred Concorde onwards down the lane towards the young Kaine, from whence the competitor for the Championship Joust would be decided.
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on May 5, 2017 10:07:46 GMT -8
Kaine acknowledged Ryden Greyiron salute, nodding back out of respect for his competition. Then he would grab his new lance and prepare for the joust taking position at his lane. Kaine had enjoyed the tournament and hoped he could make it to the championship but he had a good run considering he had never jousted before once. Then as the announcer began the joust he would break his horse into a sprint towards his opponent. TuBm|0Ax1-201-20 |
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 5, 2017 18:07:28 GMT -8
The Jousting Arena exploded into a frenzy of cheers and roars as the final round came to an end with decided victors. Ganymede clapped her hands and moved to step forward, waiting until all of the warriors still within the joust were able to walk and stand before her dais. SHe raised her arms, her body gilded with gold, and when the crowds quieted, she spoke. "Chancellor Ryden Greyiron and Raoul Ferdinand, King of Prospernalia," she beckoned to the crowds who had shushed themselves so they could hear the beloved Minister of the Arts speak. "You will Joust for the Championship of the Prospernalia!" The crowd exploded into roars and calls, flags waving and women calling the names of both Ryden AND Raoul. Ganymede turned her glittering gaze onto the other two. " Kaine Aislinn and Toliver Wulfric, all is not finished. You must tilt against each other to see which of you shall retain the esteemed third place within the Joust. The loser will walk away with nothing." The crowd ooooh'd over that. The kaleidoscope-haired nymph then waved her arms. "Rest. Drink! Change out their horses, and let us see who the true Champion of Prospernalia is!" Ryden Greyiron vs Raoul Ferdinand -- For the Championship. Kaine Aislinn vs Toliver Wulfric -- For Third Place. |
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 5, 2017 19:49:32 GMT -8
It was a near thing, but Raoul scored the final point, shattering his lance on Toliver Wulfric ’s armor and passing unscathed after his opponent’s somehow glanced off, despite being well-placed. He saluted Toliver with the broken weapon, then tossed it aside. Raising his visor, Raoul turned to the cheering crowd and waved, then looked over to Ryden Greyiron saluted him as well. After taking a break from the joust to rest and stretch his legs, Raoul returned for the championship. He didn’t know his opponent, and to the best of his knowledge had never met the man. But he was clearly a man of no small name in Isra, and had a great deal of popular support. And by making it this far, he had demonstrated his skill. Raoul rolled his shoulders and took up his lance. He looked across to the Chancellor, and raised the weapon in a salute. Then he spurred his horse into the charge, couching his lance as he swept across the field. TGSNKNtG1-201-20 |
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on May 6, 2017 7:03:17 GMT -8
Ryden finished his penultimate joust with sufficient style, punching his lance through Kaine's shield to impact his armour with a solid crack. He was exceedingly glad to have won such a close joust, especially representing Isra in the unofficial manner that he was.
He saluted Kaine on his way past as he rode back to his little team camp. The young man had jousted well - but in this bout, experience had triumphed. Ryden had no doubt that the situation could have gone either way - so perhaps luck was on his side as well. Either way, luck or not, he had to prepare for the Championship match, which he did - taking a moment or two to rest before caring for his horse, Concorde, who would return for he third and final joust of the day, and his equipment, which, as ever, needed replacing.
Having returned for the first tilt, sat tall and proud and tall, Ryden sized up the so-called King of Prospernalia. He had not met the man before, either in the joust or merely in general, and so had no idea what to expect - other than the fact that he had got this far. As such, he offered him a brief wave of the shield he was holding as a greeting and salute, before sending Concorde charging down the lane toward him, lance pointed forward.
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