Lightstar Family/Adaria/Tourney Win 01/Roleplays
Various RPs
Contents
Rhosymira and Kenshue
(Roleplay from Rhosymira Filador)
Word was spreading quickly of a tournament of swordfighting set to take place in a few days in Anacan. Rhosymira was quite the epitome of an awful swordswoman. Her petite frame was much better suited to using knives in combat - which she wielded expertly, and never was without less than two of. Even at formal balls, one was kept tied to her thigh, accessible through a secret pocket in her skirt, and a second kept between her breasts, held in place with a miniature sword-frog that she had sewn to the inside of her corset. But one wasn't allowed to use knives in a tournament of swords. It just as well could have been a tournament of giant battleaxes and warhammers, and she would be equally ineffective.
"Lady Filador," asked the captain of her guard, Orwin, during a training exercise, "Will you be attending the tournament this week?"
Rhosymira stiffled a laugh. "Heavens, no. You've seen how awful I am with a sword. It is one thing to represent the hosting realm, but I am certainly not traveling hundreds of miles and paying good money just to make a fool of myself."
"If it is not too bold to say so, milady, you should go. There will be plenty of opportunity to improve your skills. Besides, there is nothing else to do here, and you would not be paying; Duke Brian declared that it would be free."
Her eyebrows jumped a bit. "Really? Free you say? And you are sure everything will be fine here in my absence?"
"Everything will be perfect. Besides, it is not often that you get the opportunity to see so many eligible young lords."
"Alright. I will head out right away. Here, make sure the men get paid after they are done training." With that, Rhosymira dashed away to her home to organize her trip to Anacan. And she hoped that the seamstress had finished her new dress; she wanted to look stunning.
Rhosymira arrived at the tournament grounds as the image of female beauty. She wore a long, close-fitting dress that was made of satin so dark blue that it was nearly black, with silver stitching almost like filigree at the hem, neckline and wrists. Her blonde hair was done in ringlets that were left to hang loosely, but somehow managed to stay where she wished it to be, and was adorned with an intricately crafted circlet of silver with sapphires and black pearls. A matching necklace hung around her throat. Her face was masterfully painted and made up with a deep blush on her cheeks, and her sharp blue eyes accented with crushed lapis lazuli and silver powder.
As she rode through the gates of Anacan, with her entourage close behind, she noticed a number of guards twisting about for longer look. She wanted to smile to herself, but held an expression of composed serenity. She came to this tournament wanting to turn heads, and had. Now she just had to turn the kinds of heads that she cared about...
(Roleplay from Kenshue Kazukin)
Kenshue didn’t normally go to tournaments. The last two he had attended were by mistake after following squirrels for research, and ending up wandering into the tournament grounds. However, this time he came for the actual tournament since the continent was at a level of peace beyond even his own liking. He needed something to do, and swinging a sword sounded like a great idea for a while.
There were no squirrels in Anacan, at least not today, so Kenshue would be forced to find another means of staying occupied. Instead of studying what the squirrels were doing, this time he would study what the nobles were doing, as it only seemed intelligent to know how to properly act at one of these events. The first thing he noticed was the bustle at the tavern. He inspected the people that were in there, and even noticed his own sister sitting amongst a few other knights.
“She’s here too?” Kenshue said to himself under his breath, not really surprised. “I should go join her.”
Kenshue walked up to the door, but was stopped by the peasant at the front.
“Mi’lord, how can I help you?” The peasant questioned.
“I was going to go in to see my sister” Kenshue replied courteous to the man, as he pointed out Rebbec in the crowd.
“Ah, yes, I see the resemblance, yet we do suggest that a lord such as yourself venture to one of our more luxurious taverns. You can find one just down the way.” The peasant explained, as he pointed down a pathway.
“We’re all equals here until the swords start swinging, I think I’ll join the others in here.” Kenshue said sternly, and with that, made his way pass the peasant doorman.
As he entered, all looked up, examined his noble clothes, and quickly went back to their conversations. He could hear chatter about how difficult they thought it would be to beat him in a sword fight. Rebbec too noticed him, and waved him over to a table that she was sitting at with her esquire.
Kenshue and Rebbec talked for a while, catching up on small talk about everything from region morale to captains tripping over logs. It was always nice for both to see each other. As Kenshue was about to begin his next sentence however, the room was silent once more, and he noticed everyone glancing back at the door. Logically he thought it was just another tournament noble, and once more they were judging him, so he too looked.
As he looked up, he noticed a young blond girl, with a grace a beauty that surpassed any he had seen. His gaze slowly drifted right to the peasant doorman that had stopped him, and to Kenshue’s surprise, noticed the man was pointing directly in his direction. Beginning to worry, he quickly looked to his sister.
“Please tell me you know her.” Kenshue said to Rebbec, worried they sent someone to force him into the Lord’s tavern.
“Funny story, remember that Rosey Mira you were looking for a while back. Well the truth is, her name is Rhosymira Filador, she’s a knight of Nahad, and that’s her.” Rebbec replied, and with that last word, she turned around from the table to drink from a separate glass she had placed at a different table.
(Roleplay from Rhosymira Filador)
When Rhosymira heard that the Count of Zolon was present at the tournament, she resolved herself to meet him. It had been two months since they had exchanged letters, intending to meet, but were unable to. Even though they were both Aenilian, they still had yet to meet in person. Rhosymira asked a group of workers about his whereabouts, and the half dozen young men were more than eager to tell her everything they knew about the Count, which was of course very little (they were also quick to point out each others' inaccuracies), but it did lead her to the tavern, where another young man was eager to point out who was who.
She did not look right away - it would cause other people to ignore her if her eyes were set on a single point, or if she moved to swiftly or directly through an area. Her eyes wandered a bit across the patrons of the tavern, meeting the impressed gazes of men and women alike, who almost invariably turned back to their drinks as soon as eye contact was made. She did not notice that Count Kenshue had been sitting with another woman when she first stepped in, and so she began to make her way over, taking an indirect path that allowed her a better view of the whole room and the various people in it.
Finally, she arrived at her destination, standing directly behind the Count, who seemed singularly interested in the light refraction caused by his drink and its glass vessel.
"Lord Kazukin, I presume," she said in a silky, hushed tone. "Tell me, why is a handsome Count like you is sitting alone during such a festival as this?"
(Roleplay from Kenshue Kazukin)
Kenshue was impressed at how fast his sister disappeared into the crowd. Either she had some training in the art of disappearing, or there were really that many people in this tavern to disappear into. Either way, he was now sitting alone with his drink, and the young girl he knew so little about was heading in his direction. She was much more beautiful than he had predicted, for a noble he heard could hold a unit in control. Then again, truth be told, Kenshue would of gladly fought for her any day.
As Rhosymira made her way closer to the table, he didn’t want to show too much interest; yet a billion things to say were going through his head. As she finally made it to the table however, everything he was thinking quickly left his mind, and for once more he was comfortable with the situation.
"Lord Kazukin, I presume," she said in a silky, hushed tone. "Tell me, why is a handsome Count like yourself sitting alone during such a festival as this one?"
Kenshue smiled at the comment, and then thought to himself for a moment. He then decided it wouldn’t be rude to correct the young noble, “I’m actually a Baron, but here for this tournament, I wish to be viewed as an equal to every noble who is here to participate.”
Kenshue noticed this brought a smile upon Rhosymira’s face, so he continued.
“You are more then welcome to join me however, and keep me in your beautiful presence if you’d like.” Kenshue smiled back, gesturing to the now empty seat on the other side of the table.
The time seemed like a non-existing factor while sitting in the presence of Rhosymira. Kenshue enjoyed sharing his little stories of previous wars of the island he had been part of, yet he felt like he wasn’t really telling this young girl anything about himself.
“I should inform you of something about myself” Kenshue began as he looked up, to the stunning girl that had chose to sit with him over any others.
Rhosymira responded with nothing more then a simple smile.
The thought of saying what was on Kenshue’s mind to this girl made him squirm a little, as he didn’t wish to seem weird, and was unsure how she would react.
“My favorite animal is the Squirrel.” Kenshue stated, but it didn’t end there, “I know that’s weird for a noble to like such a small unthreatening animal, but something about them I just find so amusing.”
Kenshue realized he was clamoring on, so he decided to stop talking to get a good idea of just how Rhosymira was reacting to this news.
Brian and Optimus
(Roleplay from Optimus McGahee)
The squire finally arrived and knelt before his liege presenting him a large leather case, The young well dressed noble, just barely older than the courier opened the case and removed a brilliantly polished two handed broadsword.
It was three quarters his height and its quality was obvious, the McGahee family crest was trimmed with gold, but wasn't the most interesting feature of this highly crafted weapon..... a raised ~V~ crested the ball of the hilt and was engraved on both sides of the wide double edged blade....
The young noble held it with pride and stared at his own reflection that shown in the polished blade, he paused for a moment and then slide the large sword into his sheath and called for a round of drinks for all within the tavern
(Roleplay from Brian Hawkeye)
Brian strode through the tournament grounds, basking in a day of peace. The day lived up to the promise and the absolutely glorious weather in the golden city gave people more of a reason to be happy.
As he toured the grounds, in his best attire, he saw many whom he knew, and many new faces. For some it would be their first tournament, for many it would be their last Brian grimly pondered, considering the wars that ravaged the far east.
He remembered some of the wondrous swordsmen that he had seen in his time and wondered would any here live up to the sheer skill of men like San, Renquest and Lu'uan with a blade. Brian spied the banner of his newly sworn in knight, Optimus and moved towards his tent to wish him luck in the upcoming tourney.
Arya and Adaria
Adaria sat astride Accalia the she-wolf as she watched the pet's mistress show off her dazzling skills. After Arya finished her display, the girl grinned and cheered. Then, she resumed attacking her second corn-on-the-cob, while her best friend's Svunnetlandic riding wolf gazed around in seeming boredom.
Something small and furry moved out of the corner of Accalia's eyes, and she quickly glanced over with curiosity. Realizing it was just a silly squirrel--those creatures seemed to be popping up everywhere these days--the wolf lost interest and turned back to look at the training nobles.
Meanwhile, that silly squirrel followed its nose right through the front door of a particular tavern.
(Roleplay from Arya Calanar)
Arya decided to give one more showing of her skills before calling it a day. Not only did she let loose a few new skills, but she had left so few openings in her assaults that she was nearing paragon skill levels. With the last sword swing, she used the dexterity of a trained thief to sweep her blade in a complicated wave of motion and trickery that not only disarmed the sparring opponent, but broke off a piece of the hilt of the sword.
As she made her way from the arena she was sweating, but that was only natural. Accalia and Adaria were waiting for her. She gave them both a wide grin as she approached. "Let's see if I can take my third tournament tomorrow."
Adaria's eyes twinkled playfully over the corn obscuring half her face. She almost looked like a chipmunk, with her cheeks slightly bulged from having bitten off more than she could easily chew. After the girl finally did manage to down the golden kernels of delight, Adaria half-jokingly said, "If you do, I'll... ooh I know! I'll host an After-Tourney Tourney to celebrate your victory!! Bahahaha!!"
Sagramour and... Sagramour?
The level of mastery displayed by a number of nobles had put Sagramour in no doubt as to the likely outcome of his first foray into the tournament scene, at least as a competitor and not a wide-eyed youth who raced from one tent to another with the speed of the wind. Not that Sagramour hadn't been guilty of that this time around but generally he managed to keep a suitable look of mild appreciation.
He had heard of the Duchess Arya and her skill with the blade but this was the first time that he had seen her in the flesh. The fluidity and control in her movements were at a level that most could only dream of, and the mystique was only further enhanced by the large wolf that patiently waited for its mistress to finish. He was guilty of reverting to his ten year old self during this display but in hindsight he didn't care.
The thought occurred to him that he could well be drawn against a fighter of the Duchess' ability, or indeed the Duchess Adaria who had sat and watched her friend, and in all likelihood was just as dangerous a competitor.
Suddenly a great desire to hit the practice fields overwhelmed him, although he did decide that grabbing a bite to eat and visiting a few more tents couldn't do too much harm.
"Well that was certainly an experience."
Sagramour's companion merely shook his head empathetically and set about tying his frazzled black hair into something resembling an ordered pony tail.
"I think I have come to the conclusion that it is never wise to pick a fight with a Duchess. They all seem to be dangerously adept with a weapon."
He chuckled to himself, as did the other man, despite the fact that the remark was not that particularly clever. Sagramour set about tidying up the last few items of his belongings, knowing that he was soon to depart for home.
"There is no doubt about it. When I return home I am going to have to find myself an instructor. The Duchess is very good with the blade but even..."
Sagramour's personal servant quietly entered the tent.
"...so, I think I should be capable of putting up more of a fight than that. You have to admit that it was just a little bit on the embarrassing side."
The servant looked with concern at his master who had suddenly met his gaze.
"What?"
"Who are you talking to M'lord?"
Sagramour pointed over his shoulder to where a small shaving mirror still sat upon a chair. The servant continued to stare at his master, a noticeably more concerned look on his face.
"What?"
