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Pie fight at the tournament in York - Chapter 6
| Tournament Report |
| Welcome to the tournament in York. 144 nobles from 11 realms paid their 10 gold entrance fee and visit the tournament grounds today to claim the winner's honours and 300 (gold) for swordfighting (150 for second place swordfighting) and 300 (gold) for jousting (150 for second place jousting).
Results Winner of Sword-fighting: Spartan
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| Roleplay from Davendrall | |
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Davendrall stretched and went off to find Anneliese after the tournament "Well...that went rather badly. Neither of us got past the first round...oh yeah, and who left this outside my tent" Davendrall held up a dead rabbit by its legs "There not cute when their dead. So? Wheres my birthday present" Davendrall grinned | |
| Roleplay from Anneliese | |
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"Actually, you may have been drunk too remember, but you somehow managed to get past the first round of the swordfighting tournament - I should know, I was watching." Anne grinned nervously, "Er... that is your present." | |
| Roleplay from Davendrall | |
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"I got past the first round! Wow! Im now officially better than you, and Madog, and Xaphan, and that Ain woman who is better than me and wants to fight me! Fear me for I am Davendrall! getthrougher of the first round! MWHAHAHA! Anyway...what the hell am i suppose to do with dead rabbit? What kinda present is that?" Davendrall flinged the dead rabbit behind her shoulder "Grrarrrr grrruuur grumble grumble nomnomnom" came from behind her "Oh sorry Madog" Davendrall said as she watched the huge man-dog thing run off and begin knawing at the rabbit | |
| Roleplay from Anneliese | |
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"Uh... I-" Suddenly, she was interrupted. "Are you Anneliese?" A man came up to her, carrying a very large crate. It was almost impossible to see his head, and she had no idea how he had managed to identify her among all the other nobles loitering in the tournament grounds. "Yes." "This is for you." He set the crate down, and disappeared into the crowd. "Oh, er, that must be your real present!" Anne said. She had no idea who it was from, or what was inside, but she supposed that, whatever it was, it was probably good enough to distract Davendrall while she snuck away. | |
| Roleplay from Davendrall | |
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Davendrall looked suspicious and opened the crate. There was something rapped up and a letter. She took the letter and read it "Dear Aunt Anne, I have a pumpkin fetish, what do I do?...are you sure this is my present?" Davendrall opened up the rapping "Oh a pumpkin...erm...I'm not entirely sure I want to touch this pumpkin...considering who it's from..." Davendrall stood, holding the pumpkin awkwardly | |
| Roleplay from Pent | |
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Pent was in the process of packing up his gear when he heard from outside his tent when he heard a loud commotion outside his tent. Sliding his sword into its' sheathe, he stepped outside as he heard; "...for I am Davendrall! getthrougher of the first round! MWHAHAHA!" Remembering that he was the one who had defeated her, he thought it would be polite to talk to her afterwards. As he stepped out, she continued to talk about a "birthday present" while holding a dead rabbit. At this sight, he paused for a moment, waiting for the conversation to end before making himself known. Slowly sweeping his short silver hair from in front of his eyes, he walked towards Davendrall. Before he reached her, she opened up a crate, and lifted up a pumpkin. Again surprised, but not stopping this time, he reached Davendrall. "Lady Felhand?" He asked. "I am Pent, the Silver Knight. You fought well in the tournament, and you were surprisingly strong and fast. I rely more on my speed than my strength, so there were many times I thought I was to be defeated." He lifted up a hand, as an offer of a handshake. | |
| Roleplay from Davendrall | |
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Davendrall turned, "Oh hi! Never underestimate the power of small people" She said, taking the offered hand "Sir...Pent isn't it? Do you like my pumpkin?" | |
| Roleplay from Pent | |
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"Do you like my pumpkin?" Pent was lost for words for a moment, but if he was surprised this time, he didn't show it. When he found his words again, he chose them carefully. "That is... a fine pumpkin. Where did you get it?" | |
| Roleplay from Anneliese | |
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Anne was too busy staring at the pumpkin to pay any attention to conversation around her. "...a pumpkin fetish..." The idea that she was standing near an object that might been used for... obscene purposes made her twitch rapidly. "...it a USED pumpkin! A used pumpkin! AUGH!" She backed away. | |
| Roleplay from Davendrall | |
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"Well...aparently its a birthday present...despite being addressed to Anne here...now...what do I call it...how about Pete the Pumpkin Prostitute? Say hi to Pete" Davendrall burst out laughing at Anneliese's reaction, then began to chase her with it. "Say hi to Pete Anneliese...Pete likes you...Pete wants a smooch!" | |
| Roleplay from Pent | |
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"Pete the Pumpkin Prostitute?" Pent wondered. Was she quite sane? "Er... Hello, Pete." Pent said, half-waving as he looked at the pumpkin. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw rapid movement, and his right hand automatically and stealthily slipped towards his sword, as he turned. He saw someone backing away rapidly from the pumpkin. He smiled kindly and said "My apologies, I did not see you while I was talking to Lady Felhand." He walked calmly over and said "I am Pent Hilgrad. I'm sorry, but I do not recognise you. If I may ask, who are you?" | |
| Roleplay from Pent | |
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Just as Pent said this, Davendrall raced past, sending the stranger into a run around the grounds, as he vaguely overheard "...Pete wants a smooch!" as Davendrall chased her. Pent quietly said to himself, as he looked on with his blue-eyes "Perhaps we shall meet again sometime." as he began to walk back to his tent. He had done what he needed to; if anyone else wanted to reach him, he'd be in his tent. | |
| Roleplay from Anneliese | |
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Anne bolted up a tree. One would expect the armor she was wearing to slow her down, but in her incredibly disgusted state, even the weight of chainmail was not a problem. She clung to a tree branch, looking down at Davendrall and the pumpkin with disgust. "How can you possibly touch that thing?!" | |
| Roleplay from Elonias | |
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"Now then..." Elonias walked up to the small group of people who were already talking about god knows what, where he softly coughed and said "Considering that talk about birthday I heard about, I did promise to hand over gift. So I present you with this set of cookies, imported from the far east where my younger sister somehow turned up as viscountess." He smiled awkwardly and handed it over, before he promptly ran away from the bunch of lunatics he had been talking to | |
| Roleplay from Davendrall | |
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"Thanks for the cookies!" Davendrall shouted after the man who had ran of. So...during this tournament...we've socialized with 4 new people...3 of them we scared away and the other one has challenged me to a duel. All in all...job well done I think. Anyway...its your own fault for giving me a pumpkin prostitute for my birthday" Davendrall turned it over "Oh look...someones cut a hole in it" Davendrall grinned looking up at Anneliese | |
| Roleplay from Anneliese | |
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Anne sighed a little at the mention of the three people they'd scared away. "And a lovely day it has been." "And I didn't get you a pumpkin! I..." She was good at making explanations on short notice, but sheer disgust was clouding her thoughts. "I specifically ordered a type of..." She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself, "...pumpkin spice cookies. I wasn't sure if you had tried it before, so... well, they obviously got the order all wrong." Anne had calmed herself and was just about ready to climb down, when the mention of a hole made her stop. "Dave, maybe you should set fire to that thing. Y'know. To be safe." | |
| Roleplay from Davendrall | |
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"Come on then Anne" Davendrall offered a hand to help her down from the tree "A pumpkin bonfire! An excelent idea! A perfect way for birthday celebrations! Got any marshmellows?" | |
| Roleplay from Anneliese | |
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Rather than the take the proffered hand (which had been touching the pumpkin earlier), she decided to simply climb down on her own. "Don't have any," She pulled a twig out of her hair, and brushed out a few leaves, "But perhaps we should put some non-hallucinogenic alcohol into the fire." | |
| Roleplay from Davendrall | |
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"I don't have any no-hallucinogenic wine...and I don't have anything to start a fire...I know Xaphan randomly catches fire...lets get him..." | |
| Roleplay from Anneliese | |
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"How does a squirrel randomly catch fire?" She tried to imagine the various ways in which a squirrel might catch fire, but could not figure out how one would catch fire without there already being a fire nearby. "Even so, I can't imagine he'll be excited about being used as tinder..." But it was something to do, and at least now Davendrall wasn't waving that pumpkin at her threateningly. "How will we find him? Build some kinda trap?" | |
| Roleplay from Davendrall | |
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"Well you see...Xaphan is fire retarded...or retardant...or both... Tis a shame...I have some flint but no stone... Actually...I have a brilliant idea...Madog! Yet yer ass over here!" ---Many miles away--- Madog jumped to his back feet his hands at his chest and looked around ears pricked. Grabbing the "memoirs du Xaphan McsquirrellyPants" that he was reading in his teeth he galloped off in a gallop towards the sound of distress | |
| Roleplay from Anneliese | |
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"That doesn't make any sense. Doesn't that mean he can't easily catch on fire?" | |
| Roleplay from Davendrall | |
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"To be honest...I have no idea...but at least when he does catch fire he doesn't burn to death..." Davendrall was interrupted by a growling coming from just beyond the clearing "Ah...Madog is here" There were some growling and roaring and then a 7 ft, incredibly hairy man appeared, running on all fours...with Xaphan's memoirs in his mouth "Now all I need is a little bit of kindling..." Davendrall promptly sprinkled some over the pumpkin she held in her hand. As Madog approached her she took out her flint "Good Madog...stay..." Davendrall briskly striked the flint of Madog's scruffy bearded face above the pumpkin, and the pumpkin caught fire. She put the pumpkin on the ground "Now all I need is some fire wood to get it going...oh Xaphans Memoirs...perfect!" Davendrall took them from Madogs mouth and added to them to the fire As she added the paper there was a loud whoosh as the paper caught fire "Trust Xaphan to write his memoirs on extra flammable paper" Davendrall looked at Madog, who was the same height as her, despite being knelt on all fours. He widened his eyes and whimpered sadly at the lose of his food "Good doggy" Davendrall patted him "You may go now" | |
| Roleplay from Anneliese | |
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Anne watched the odd scene, feeling surreal. She had not had any wine today, and thus was not used to seeing such a strange sight this early. After the tall man had left, she asked, "What happened to him?" It wasn't normal to see such a strange person, yet he seemed familiar. "Wait, wasn't he that 'fox' that you threatened to put me in a cage with? And didn't he take your cookie?" | |
| Roleplay from Davendrall | |
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"Yes...and yes...and probably" Davendrall yawned "We'll be back in Eston my tomorrow...but for now...sleepsy time...night Anneliese" Davendrall wondered back over to her tent which her esquire had set up to get some sleep | |
For the next part to the thrilling Adventures of One Drunk and her Rabbit read Chapter 7
