The match between Sir William d'Aubigny and Waleran de Beaumont opens with the customary pleasantries and dipping of lances.
Unfortunately, as the horses make their way down the list, churning up mud, Sir William is unable to quite get a fix on the Earl.
Joust tilt 1: Lance, tn 15: 1d20 17
Sir William d'Aubigny vs. Earl Waleran de Beaumont
Sir William d'Aubigny vs. Earl Waleran de Beaumont
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
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Waleran de Beaumont
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Re: Sir Eudes de Tours vs. Earl Waleran de Beaumont
Earl Waleran is not so unfortunate, however, and is able to catch Sir William in the shield.
Joust tilt 1: Lance, tn 14: 1d20 3
Get wrecked, William: 8d6 39
Everyone in the crowd could feel the force of that hit.
Joust tilt 1: Lance, tn 14: 1d20 3
Get wrecked, William: 8d6 39
Everyone in the crowd could feel the force of that hit.
Earl of Warwick * Generous * Proud * Prudent * Adherent of Noblesse Oblige
French, Latin
French, Latin
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William Marshal
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Re: Sir Eudes de Tours vs. Earl Waleran de Beaumont
"Oof," the Marshal says, wincing.
* Earl of Pembroke * Chivalry Incarnate * The King's Right Hand *
Speaking: French, Latin, Welsh
Speaking: French, Latin, Welsh
Re: Sir Eudes de Tours vs. Earl Waleran de Beaumont
For his part, Sir William goes sailing through the air and lands flat on his back in the center of the lists.
Waleran de Beaumont is the victor!
Of course, he is more than a little concerned for his opponent's welfare, and rushes over along with the medics to make sure he is okay.
Turns out, he is little the worse for wear, and is able, with a little help, to walk off the lists, much to the relief of the crowd.
Waleran de Beaumont is the victor!
Of course, he is more than a little concerned for his opponent's welfare, and rushes over along with the medics to make sure he is okay.
Turns out, he is little the worse for wear, and is able, with a little help, to walk off the lists, much to the relief of the crowd.
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Re: Sir William d'Aubigny vs. Earl Waleran de Beaumont
Sir William d'Aubigny: +100 round 2 elimination,
Waleran de Beaumont: 5 successful combat round, 25 defeat average knight=30
Waleran de Beaumont: 5 successful combat round, 25 defeat average knight=30
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding