The Jousting Contest - Day 2 - DONE!

Kaine was saddened he could not win the championship but he had had a good run considering who he was up against. Given a final salute out of respect for his opponent Ryden Greyiron Kaine then prepared himself for the joust with Toliver Wulfric. Once the competition began again he would sprint down his lane lance lowered at his new opponent.O8B_iVJH1-201-20

The Championship Round -- Raoul Ferdinand vs Ryden Greyiron
The people in the stands were on the edge of their seats! Who to shout for, who to cheer for? And then they both tie? Who on earth would win? The energy at the Jousting Arena was high, as people who were once generic fans of the King of Prospernalia or the Chancellor of Isra became even more fanatic, drawing lines in the sand of those who would cheer and those who would not.

They waited for them to tilt again.

The Joust for Third Place -- Kaine Aislinn vs Toliver Wulfric
The horses and their riders threw themselves at each other, the sickening crack of wood on metal sounding out, and with the raise of a flag, the point-holder declared Toliver the winner of that round. He received a mixture of cheers and boos, as Kaine was something of a favorite, but Toliver was also not without his following.

They waited for them to tilt again.

Concorde kicked up dust as he came to a halt at the end of his rank, Ryden once again tossing the splintered remnants of his lance aside. He took a moment to consider the beatings he had suffered so far, before deciding it wasn't worth it. At the end of the day, he supposed, all the damage would be done, and there was no point fretting over it until then.

With that in mind, Ryden took up a new lance from an attendant, grimacing at the pain in his shoulder. He replied Raoul's salute with a shake of his own, eliciting a cheer from the crowd, before bringing the point to bear on Raoul, and tapping his heels in his horse's flanks, sending it charging forward.

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[Ryden Greyiron and Raoul Ferdinand have permission to tilt again. Ryden leads with 2 points, Raoul has 1. This tilt can either win the Joust for Ryden, or tie them again, in which they'll tilt once more until one of them wins.]

[still waiting on Kaine Aislinn to make his tilt against Toliver Wulfric for third place.]

Raoul wheeled around, wincing from the hit. The chancellor was leading now, and with ore pass, all Raoul could do was to close the gap, force the draw, and push into extra rounds. He coughed and set up again, returning Ryden Greyiron ’s salute. The old man certainly knew what he was doing.

But Raoul wasn’t done yet. He kicked his horse into a gallop, leveling the lance at Ryden. Now or never, Raoul. Let’s do this.
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Kaine needed to get himself back in the competition, he needed that money even if it wasn't first prize. With a renewed vigor Kaine threw himself down the lane towards Toliver Wulfric .UlhYkXqN1-20 1-20

This time it is Toli who is tilted and the point far cleaner than his own. It all came down to this then, the minor glory of third place or nothing. Setting his lance Toli readies himself and rides down the lane for the final pass against Kaine Aislinn


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The first to tilt against each other were Toliver Wulfric and Kaine Aislinn for third place. The audience called and boo'd and laughed, a cacophony of noise as they tilted again -- and again -- and when the victory went to Toliver, they stood up in their stands and clapped and called, waving him down to congratulate him for clearly winning third place.

Still, his reward was held off until the Champion and second place could tilt, and tilt they did...

... and stands erupted into applause after tense moments of watching Ryden Greyiron and Raoul Ferdinand clash --
The Chancellor of Isra was now the Champion of the Prospernalia!!

People were calling and screaming and crying and yelling and laughing and all manner of noise came from the stands as money exchanged hands, a few healthy brawls broke out, and women began to scream for Ryden's attention. Ryden was almost as equally adored, hands waving wildly to get him to notice those that had watched his tilt.

Ganymede was laughing where she sat with Empress Naoki and Kate Green in the VIP section of the joust, applauding as she came to stand and stepped out from the cool shadows to glitter beneath the Prospernalia Day Sun.

She held out her hands, and the people seemed to obey her with a lovesickness in their eyes for the nymph, watching as she came down the stairs to look at the three men who remained. Her voice rang out clear as she took Ryden's hand and lifted it high.

"The Champion of Prospernalia!!" she called, and once more the crowd went into a frenzy.

She turned to Raoul next and held up his arm. "Second Place, for the King of Prospernalia!" The crowd called and called for him, as Ganymede moved onto the next man.

"Third Place, Toliver Wulfric!" It was hard to tell amidst the crowds which names were being chanted or screamed or called more than all the others.

Ganymede clapped her hands and servants came forward -- two carrying Ryden's chest -- to give the winners the gold coins for their prizes, and she gestured for Forgemaster Epirus to come forward and present the prize to the winner of the Joust.

Once again, he was rocked by the impact of Ryden Greyiron ’s lance. The old man still had it, there was no arguing. The crowd was almost losing their minds over the victory of the home town hero, but Raoul could hardly claim to be surprised by that.

Afterwards, he walked over to the chancellor, extending a hand to the victor. “Congratulations, señor. A fine match.”