Thread: Lords and Ladies (LingeringDesire & Greeneyed23)

Ne'ebo smiled taking Trala's other hand swinging her gently with the princess while the child's mother walked behind the group with Mathilde. where is your daddy Trala? Trala starts to answer then pulls her hand free from Ne'ebo's grasp to point. There. A city guard is standing at attention but his eyes blink confused at the sight. Ne'ebo smiled and pulled the man into the group letting him taking his place with his wife while Ne''ebo cast an eye at tee Princess. The guard seems nervous but does not argue as the knight scoops up his daughter putting her on his shoulder. As they walked Ne'ebo continue the conversation. I understand Your Grace though i don't really see the issue but ah well. Trala giggles as he tickles her side. The crowd has been cheering calling both his name and that of the princess his act of befriending the child and her family having won many of them to him forever. At the list he lets the girl down and walked both her and the princess up to the box seats helping the princess up onto the raised dais by her father and the Archbishop who was standing by the throne then taking Trala's parents to the seats by the archbishop's place who had agreed tot he arrangement with smile. Trala kissed Ne'ebo cheek as he knelt to present it to her then he stood kissed the Princess' hand bowed to the King and went down to the lists. taking his place by a covered table of weapons for the target competition. the child choosing to stay with the princess. Each knight turned to wait for the archbishop' prayer of thanks for the Christ's coming, and for the happiness of the day, the safety of all, and the salvation of all. When he finished the King raised is hands the tournament beginning with the blowing of horns then Elias stood. Friends. I welcome you to the Christmas tournament. The crowd cheers. Elias smiles. I will not make a long speech as we are all eager to see these brave men test themselves. So i will just say this. All refreshments sold here at the tournament is free. A Christmas gift to my people. Enjoy my friends. Long live Britain. As he sat the crowd erupted with cheers of LONG LIVE THE KING!!! LONG LIVE THE KING!!!LONG LIVE THE KING!! The horns blast again and the official announcer for the tournament, also the royal announcer, steps up and says.. We will begin with the Target competition. Judges are with each knight and that knight's score will determine hiss place in the joust. As one the knights whip away the sheets over their weapons tables. some have many weapons some only a few. The princess clearly sees that Ne'ebo has so many weapons he needs two tables, including the bow and arrow and spear which are rarely used by knights in the target competition. the judges are retired knights, trustworthy nobles and a number of persists. As everyone watches cheering and betting and taking the king at his word getting food and drink though there is nod danger of the tournament running out, the castle having been storing food in vast amounts for just this tournament for months, while this also was actually helping the king as though the tournament was officially cost of the throne he had allowed the various lords he owed debts to to field the funds and with the gift he had prevented them from gaining a profit which they had claimed they could not use as payment for his debts. The lords were not happy but they could not retract the gift now. The targets were quickly falling as the competition went on but Ne'ebo was quickly becoming the focus of attention, even by other knights who were finished and their judges the scores already allied. He started with the bow and arrow and fired his quiver empty each shot int eh target's heart or head. With his spear he had gutted two targets with slashes, then he had buried it more than four feet into the target some hundred yards away where his arrow riddled target also lay. He hurled war hatchets, knives, small metal thugs he called shurikan, darts, and even a borrowed English broadsword with unerring accuracy. With his swords he was terrifying splitting not only his targets but the posts on which they sat. his other hand weapons were just as fearsome and when he finally finished he received a very impressive score but his fellows were too impressed with the weapons and his kill to feel bitter, though again the lords looked very angry though the reason was apparent to the princess. they were betting on a number of favorites and this newcomer was screwing up their odds and their profits. after Ne'ebo finished it was time for the small performances of arms by the squires, the king, who had joined the knights to watch Ne'ebo work. The squires worked hard proving talented and worthy of knighthood for the most part though there were slips and one poor lad hurt himself quite badly with a dropped spear but the King and crowd had mercy and knighted them all much to the crowd's delight. Next came the riding competition which was what everyone was truly there to see. There were the three rings each knight had to catch on his lance, then the three targets that must be defeated, however the knight chose, before the knight could officially compete in the joust. Each knight would have two tries if his first went poorly and they had never lost a knight to this challenge yet at a Christmas tournament but there was always the chance though this would be quite a bad omen for the entire tournament. Trala whispers. Will Sir Ne'ebo make it Majesty?