As exepected the arrow hit the apple, slicing it in two. One of the sides even falling on Uchiha's head, making some of them surround men laugh. He smiled with them, the man was quite good with the bow and this intrigued him. He had never seen this man before. A dwarf would be hard to forget. Uchiha turned his back to the small man and gestured him to follow. He walked to the side of a courtyard with nothing, but tables for meal's and such. He sat down on one side of a long rectangle table and ordered the nearest wench to bring his special wine, one only the Champion could possess. "So tell me friend, what is your name? I haven't seen you around here before."
<Tournament Training Grounds> "I am the Imp." He said directly and followed the man. He was a fancy lord or some of that sort. But it mattered little to him personally. The tournament lured him only for the price money, then he could have indeed the finest wines of the entire land. "As for not seeing me, perhaps I am just too small for your field of vision?" The little man eventually implied and shifted around to get more comfortable on the table.
wearing her combat uniform from training still xalia walked towards the tournement register and spoke "if i may id like to sign up for two parts of the compertition"
Antonio despite the fact that he ate only half of his breakfast,was satisfied with his fill.He felt curiously joyful this morning.Probably the anticipation of the important mission that awaits him and those that are left of his house. Entering his room,he could hear the chatter of people.Young man stood at the window,looking at sea of tents,colorful poles,fences and of course...banners.The tournament that Lord Lionheart hosted attracted attention from far and wide.He could see the banners of even the far noctigerians.Well...noctigerian,seemingly as only one house represented that dark land of the west.Antonio always wanted to go to Noctiger,to visit its Black Forest and the caves and tunnels that sprawled beneath it.Antonio turned around from the windowworried expression on his face. Wait...if the good standing of the House depends on this delegation...then why put me incharge?I am a minor noble...even Marshal has much nobler standing in this country then me.Then again why not?Who is more versed then Antonio in the hidden arts of medicine and alchemy?-mused young man as he sat at the edge of his table when suddenly someone knocked at the doors. "Enter."said Antonio already knowing whom it is. "Anty!How did it go at the meeting?Have you heard the news from Lyakion?"asked Armando...his dear friend and mentor. "You really should stop calling me like that.We are no longer in Sunspear you know."scowled young man at his friend,tho no malicious intent was behind it.That much was evident from his smile. "Oh...what?Whats wrong with the name?You are afraid i`ll embarrass you infront of your new friends?"jabbed Armando,approaching to his friend and giving him a small jar.Grass seemed to be stored within the jar. "They are not my friends.You know that.They are not our friends.They dont give a rats ass about the poor and the sick.Much less for the poor and the sick in the territory of their soon-to-be enemy."Antonio spoke,picking up the jar with his left hand. "And...yes i have heard about the necrosis in Lyakion.This is nothing like we saw before,have we?"Antonio asked,tho he already knew the answer and Armando answered with a nod.He poured over the lexmaster`s chronology of the de Vergara ever since he was a little nipper.Antonio knew every single pestilence that plagued the South or existed in the South. "Take this stack of letters."spoke young man,passing a small bundle of neatly packed letters to Armando "these are the instructions.Pass them over to the discipline master and to the rest.Remember...fifty of the men pose as security.Give Lord Heinrich some leniency in commanding them if he wishes to do so.After all,Lord Maximilian put Samuel incharge of the security of the delegation."spoke Antonio in a curt,monotone voice as he put the jar in one of numerous shelves on which similar items were placed.Jars,vials,tomes and other,somewhat obscure-in-purpose items. Armando left the room,with no sign of salute or respect..It wasnt needed between them.With Armando`s departure,Antonio sat behind his oaken desk,reading from one of the tomes that he grabbed from the shelves.
Samuel thought for a moment, he did only have time for the main tournament itself the so called 'king of hearts' tournament but considering the best was often left till last there was the possibility that the other listed events happen before the main event. He wasn't interested in archery, it wasn't his strength from a competitive standpoint and more often than not he would let his emotions get the better of him resulting in a catastrophic loss of focus when it came to his aim. jousting and the ten men teams were more Samuel's idea of a competitive strength, jousting although it wasn't his primary preference was a practice he was experienced in even if he was not proficient, ten men teams were a given allowing Samuel to practice his combat preferences into their element. 'Sign me on for the jousting and the ten man teams as well, my time is not under much constraint but before the main competition begins I would prefer some distraction in the mean time.'
<Tournament Registration - Main Plaza> "Eager lady Xalia, I see. As per tournament rules one can register for every discipline. The jousting tournament is the only one that is limited to allowance from the lords of the various houses." He replied with a slight shrug. "Just don't wound yourself, mh?" The registration clerk replied with a grin. OOC: No Noctigers here, neither Kharonis (yet) or Lykaion. Only those living in Lionheart Land. And Noctiger are from the west. The Northerners are Kharonis... #CheckTheMap
- Kateri Pietas "The God-Emperor watches over those who are loyal to him. To deny what much us human is a small sin, one must not confuse depravation with devotion. Such individual must be examples for others to follow, but not lead. That belongs to the strong of will and body, to defend his domain. Lord Lionheart is such a man. But, now I will proceed." Kateri pulled a small vile from her travelling robes. It was blessed water of her Order. She poored some on to her hands. Then motioned for lady Lionheart to bring Richard forward. She closed her eyes and started to pray. "Immortal God-Emperor, ruler of all and master of mankind. Sitting upon his throne of gold, Seer of all and knower of all. Know us and see us, for but a moment. Richard of House Lionheart, son of Maxamilian and Pythiaere. Both are worthy of their house and how are blessed with Richard. Please continue to watch over him and keep him from harm. May the adversity of his life strengthen him and bring him the wisdome to rule as his father. May his heart never waiver and continue to love as his mother." Kateri finished by poor a small drop of water on the boy's forehead. They small boy wasn't happy about this, but that's to be exlected. Next Kateri moved her thumb over the drop on his forehead, then took the small boy's hand. Looking into his green eyes with her own green eyes. She finished by taking Pythiaere hand and smiling to her. "Amen."
OOC: Was sort of busy the last few days with a lot of 'WTF German healthcare system?!' being responsible. I'll get on top of all my RPs over the weekend... Sorry for not replying to ya @DaKaptin
Stepping forward, a male in his sunset days of youth. Disheveled raven black hair and amber eyed then man who registered before him. This was his first official tournament and Drake Wyvrncrest was nevous enough already. Travelling from the easter edge of House Heinrich's territory. The wild woods were nothing like the Heart King's land. "Drake Wyvrncrest, son of Sir Wyvrncrest, oathed to House Heinrich." Drake presented his papers and family arms, a winged fanged serpent, a distant relation to a housr family branch. But enough to qualify for the tournament. He applied for Archery, combat, and jousting. Anything and everything he could apply for. Drake was here to prove himself, and he would or die trying. OOC: Hello all.
