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In this tournament of honor and tradition skilled warriors and knights from many nations shall complete in a great stadium seating 210,000 located in the Parliamentary Capital of Valdra. As well, the stadium will seat the Imperial nobility and elite guarded by five legions of the Imperial Bodyguard who shall prevent any person from entering the stadium without a ticket and they shall also prevent any traffic from coming through blockades that are set up in .5 miles all around the perimeter and the stadium itself is located 300 yards from any other buildings not part of the complex.

The games itself shall be based on a tier based round system that shall end in a championship match. Yet, as the games are now beginning everything is prepared and all is ready save to draw lots for the first match. So now at last it has begun…

Prizes:
1. $1,200,000,000
2. Large Lavish, Fully Furnished Palace in the Imperial quarter of Valdra
3. Title as Lord of a New Frontier Territory of their own choosing.

Rules:
1. Fight honorably.
2. Obey the emperor's commands if not you will be disqualified.
3. If you kill someone outside of the contest or before a battle begins in the arena you will be killed.
4. No fighting outside the arena’s battles or you will be disqualified.
5. No ranged or gunpowder weapons.
6. Death or server injury as possible.
7. This is a full contact battle so do not hold back.

Services Offered to Families of the Deceased:
1. Full funeral costs.
2. Body transported back to their homelands.
3. $4,000,000 in reparations for the death of a fighter.

Participants:
Name: Dietar Fredrich Von Settner III
Height: 5'10
Weight: 186Lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
I.Q:
Race (Optional): White
Physical Description: Athletic, very well built/tonned
Education: completed grades 1-12, went on to Xavier Military acadamy
Military Awards: Purple heart, Iron Cross with oakleaves(Ostian, not German award but similar)
Titles: Is the son of Count Von Settner
Bio: Dietar Fredrich Von Settner III was born in the coastal city of Padova in Osteia, he comes from a long line of distingished military men dating back to the beginning of the Ostian Empire, His familys roots can easily be traced. Dietar has always been interested in the military past and present which eventully lead him to join the Ostian Marine corps and faught during the revolution which was resolved in 4 days luckily, during the conflict he was wounded three times taking him out of the action on the third day.

Dietar is married to the lovley Barroness Emelie Von Shrader but has no childern as of yet. He was very excited when he learned that there was a tornament taking place, he has been practising sence he was a young boy in the arts of mid-evil warfare.

Name:LaFay Zadovsky
Age:28
Height: 6 Feet
Weight:132 lbs.
Eye Color:Green
Hair Color:Red
I.Q:137
Race (Optional):White
Physical Description:Thin, slender build
Education:Customary 18-year Ravean education, Royal Academy
Military Awards:Red Raven(Military echelon of the highest order)
Titles:Heir to the Zadovsky throne
Bio:A product of a thousand-year royal family, LaFay despises the concept of royalty; she joined the tournement becuase of her fierce patriotism, not her loyalty towards her family. For the past five years LaFay has worked as a special operations soldier in the Red Raven society, a group of ultra-trained assassians and fighters that produces Ravea's best warriors.

Although LaFay hates her family, she does carrry it's trademark weapons; LaFay utilizes a large pair of sissors sharpened to cut through even heavy armor and a pair of very long stilletto knikes (Used to slide through armor's weak points) to deadly efficiancy. LaFay is blindingly fast in a fight, and prefers to use speed and guile over brute streanth.

Name: Father Juan de York
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180 lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown
I.Q: 150
Race (Optional): Caucasian (Celtiberian)
Physical Description: Lean and well muscled, this knight clearly shows that he is the Jousting instructor for the Knights of the Longinean Order. He wears the standard, Japanese style robes of the order, with the red cross on the front of his robe.
Education: Trained in the TLO Semminary, and at the St. Longinus Martial Academy
Military Awards: Purple Heart x4, Bronze Rider
Titles: Preist Knight
Bio: Father Juan de York was admitted into the Holy Order of St. Longinus at the age of fourteen, and was trained to be one of the knights. Showing great promise, he was asked to serve as the Jousting Instructor after earning a Bronze Rider in the NN Civil War.

Name: Sir Jacob Archer
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 150 lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Red
I.Q: 120
Race (Optional): Celtic (Gaul)
Physical Description: Lean, wears a special outfit with a sharkskin cloak
Education: Trained at the Niall Noiglach Royal Academy, Sir Archer has left for the Joust, to prove himself, after many doubted the veractiy of his Maturity Test.
Military Awards: None, yet
Titles: Knight of the Realm
Bio:

OOC Thread: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=11695400#post11695400

Round One:
1. Lady LaFay Zadovsky vs. Lord Erik
2. Dietar Fredrich Von Settner III vs. Sir Edward

An announcement said,” The Lady LaFay Zadovsky shall duel Lord Erik in one and a half hours.”

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OOC: I will Rp my entrance in 5 min.. :) sorry for the delay, had alot of work issues lately.

A half of an hour later another announcement said,” Dietar Fredrich Von Settner III shall battle Sir Edward in an hour.”

Dietar Fredrich Von Settner III drove up beside the tent where his armor and weapons were stored for the tournament, he slowly pulled the cherry red 2006 ferrari f430 spyder a little off to the side and undid his seat belt and heard the announcement,

,” The Lady LaFay Zadovsky shall duel Lord Erik in one and a half hours.”

Ahh, wonderful he said to himself stepping out of the car..

He took three steps back and gazed at the beautiful automobile,

"My one true love, maybe even more than Emelie..."

He snickerd at the thought taking a small blue cloth from his pocket rubbing at a finger print on the door. Once he was done he went inside the tent where three men stood shining his armor,

"Wonderful day isn't it gentleman" he said with a smile on his face..

"New car sir?"

Dietar turned around then looked back to the man who asked the question,

"O' that? yeah..got it yesterday..." he said casualy..

The three men working in the tent often worked with Dietar around his home, stables and did random work on the property, they were his most trusted assistants. Dietar chanaged into his armor and decided to go outside of the tent and see all the people who had came to watch...

Lord Dietar Fredrich Von Settner(In armor)
http://medievalreenactment.fotopic.net/p7391111.html

At scene where many fair women dressed in ornate dressed and great lordly men in traditional armor. Then as more people showed up for the duels the Imperial guard in their pure silver armor were no deployed around the stadium preparing to guard the place as the barricades were raised to prevent further people from entering.

Then as this was done a message was heard over the speakers that said,” Will Lord Dietar please proceed to the army as the battle will being in thirty minutes.”

OOC: Sir Edward in armor: http://www.pbs.org/wnet/warriorchallenge/knights/images/warrior_profile.gif

Dietar grinned,

"Ahh, thats my call"

He strolled over to his horse and climbed on the beasts back, he reached down and took his helmet along with a silver septar with shimmering jewls from one of his assistants,

"The best of luck M'lord"

Dietar placed his helmet on his head with the visor flipped up,

"Very good then, hows it feel to be on the winning side John?"

He laughed as did the servant,

"Charles headed over to the armory, he is waiting there M'lord"

"Perfect, watch my car"

"M'lord"

Lord Dietar Fredrich Von Settner III cantered off , in one hand he held the septar raised shoulder height. The septar was a family airloom that had been passed down for generations of knights and nobles, it repersented his familys name and bloodline.

OOC: uhh, a little bump...

Sir Edward was in the armory polishing a valiant steel sword that bore many ancient Valgardian runes on it each of them representing one of his many ancestors. Further it glowed with many polished jewels and the entire blade seemed to glisten with light and seemed to be its own stars.

Then the announcement was made,” Attention all combatants and honored guests the first fight between Dietar Fredrich Von Settner III and Sir Edward shall commence in fifteen minutes.”

LaFay Zadovsky was busy sharpening her pair of knives as she heard her call over the intercom.

"The Lady LaFay Zadovsky shall duel Lord Erik in one and a half hours..."

LaFay snorted. Lady Zadovsky...It was a name she hated, despised even. One day she hoped to be rid of the curse of her birth. She looked out of her tent, watching various knights and ladies stroll by. God damn nobles...She wanted to wring thier necks. Arrogance, corruption, greed...was it prelavent in all of them? Nevertheless, she had a tournement to win.

LaFay qickly slipped on her bright, blue-tinted armor; it was a light suit, a perfect balance of manuverability and defence. She slipped her stilettos into two arm holsters and swung her massive sissors over her head and onto her back. She didn't know who this Lord Erik charachter was, but he wouldn't be very healthy for much longer. LaFay strode out of her tent, almost getting trampled by a knight carrying a scepter on her way to the arena.

"Excuse me si...miss..." Dietar nodded and carried on....

A female knight? he thought....

Dietar climbed down from his saddle and walked into the armory followed by his aid close behind, once inside he strolled over to a table where a sword was in a scabbard. The scabbard was very fine crafted with many designs about it, the long handle of the solid steel sword was the head of an dragon with two rubys for eyes and the engraved design of scales going down to the hilt, the dragon resembled the one shown of his armor...

"Ahh, wonderful.."

He reached down and pulled the long thick sword from it's sheath,

**Ziiiiing** it sounded as it slid out...

It shimmered and shined,

"Good job charles, it looks stunning.."

"M'lord, after afew hundred years it does..."

LaFay Zadovsky was busy sharpening her pair of knives as she heard her call over the intercom.

"The Lady LaFay Zadovsky shall duel Lord Erik in one and a half hours..."

LaFay snorted. Lady Zadovsky...It was a name she hated, despised even. One day she hoped to be rid of the curse of her birth. She looked out of her tent, watching various knights and ladies stroll by. God damn nobles...She wanted to wring thier necks. Arrogance, corruption, greed...was it prelavent in all of them? Nevertheless, she had a tournement to win.

LaFay qickly slipped on her bright, blue-tinted armor; it was a light suit, a perfect balance of manuverability and defence. She slipped her stilettos into two arm holsters and swung her massive sissors over her head and onto her back. She didn't know who this Lord Erik charachter was, but he wouldn't be very healthy for much longer. LaFay strode out of her tent, almost getting trampled by a knight carrying a scepter on her way to the arena.Lord Erik emerged from his tent and began to march through the grounds of the tournament participants and wearing his fine light silver plate mail and his shining steel chain mail. Bearing through the grounds he stumped with his heavy boots while he towered above the crowd as he knew soon he would battle and this was how he displayed his pride.

Yet, for know he retired to his tent to chose which weapon he would use for the upcoming battle.

"Excuse me si...miss..." Dietar nodded and carried on....

A female knight? he thought....

Dietar climbed down from his saddle and walked into the armory followed by his aid close behind, once inside he strolled over to a table where a sword was in a scabbard. The scabbard was very fine crafted with many designs about it, the long handle of the solid steel sword was the head of an dragon with two rubys for eyes and the engraved design of scales going down to the hilt, the dragon resembled the one shown of his armor...

"Ahh, wonderful.."

He reached down and pulled the long thick sword from it's sheath,

**Ziiiiing** it sounded as it slid out...

It shimmered and shined,

"Good job charles, it looks stunning.."

"M'lord, after afew hundred years it does..."A man from the tournament commission came up to Dietar and asked,” Your opponent has agreed to fight in any form of combat and since he is willing you may chose the type of battle you wish to fight as long as it is not using ranged weapons.”

Dietar nodded,

"Ahh, good then...uhhh, inform my opponent we will be using sword and sheild in that case?"

He paused,

"Would that be fine?"

He handed his septar to Charles who stepped back watching, Dietar walked over to some of his equipment that had been brought over from his tent and lifted a fine crafted red and white shield with his family crest large on the front bringing it over,

"I await his reply.."

Charles nodded,

"Very good sir, this is one of your best field besides horseback which is your number one event, undefeatable sir..."

"Why thank you Charles"

Dietar nodded,

"Ahh, good then...uhhh, inform my opponent we will be using sword and sheild in that case?"

He paused,

"Would that be fine?"

He handed his septar to Charles who stepped back watching, Dietar walked over to some of his equipment that had been brought over from his tent and lifted a fine crafted red and white shield with his family crest large on the front bringing it over,

"I await his reply.."

Charles nodded,

"Very good sir, this is one of your best field besides horseback which is your number one event, undefeatable sir..."

"Why thank you Charles"Within a minute a runner had returned and said,” Sir, the Commission agrees to your conditions and so does Sir Edward agree to fight on those terms as they shall test the skills important to any knight. Further, to warn I would advise to make your last preparations and head for the starting area in the arena doors that have been marked for as the battle shall begin in five minutes.”

Dietar grinned,

"exquisite! i will be right out...much abliged for the message good sir"

Charles strapped on Lord Von Settners sword and handed him his sheild,

"Good luck sir, kick his ass"

"I intended on it Charles, i intended on it....."

Lord Dietar left the tent followed by his aid close beind carrying a large bottle of water. After the short walk to the arena doors Dietar stopped and turned around,

"I will see you after the match, in the meantime cheak on my wife and see if she needs anything"

Dietar strolled up on the doors and waited for the announcement to enter, he adjusted the way he held his large sheild and took a deep breath...

OOC: Who does my knight bow to upon entry....

A loud purely vocal voice rang throughout the stadium and hushed the crowds and then it said,’ Welcome, you children to the Empire to these great events as the Emperor Reginald brings you today. For the first match of these games the Emperor is proud to honor them here is Lord Von Settners who shall fight Sir Edward in the first duel of these games.”

With those words Sir Edward was the first to be allowed to enter where he first bowed to the sun, then to the Emperor, then to the crowd he raised his shield and they let out a mighty cheer.

OOC: You do not have to, but is traditional to bow the Emperor before a match begins.

Dietar bounced up and down to get his blood moving and the doors infront of him opened. The Knight strode into the arena where he stopped infront of the Emperor, he drew his sword and brought his sword hand to his chest where he held it there and bowed his head, then he raised it high in the air, the sun glistened off the blade...he stayed silent and listened to the crowd roar,

May i be fast and accurate lord, may this sword be guided and strike with the power of my ancestors who held it before me

Dietar stood there and waited to see what would happen next, his eyes scanned the crowd for his wife and he seen here waving at him, he nodded.....

The Emperor pulled his sword singling the battle had now begun. With that Sir Edward unsheathed his long sword and raised it into the sun and it glowed like the moon with the rays of the suns. Then he brought forth his mighty shield glistening in the near midday sun and the crowd roared with excitement.

Not going to give himself a unfair chance he advanced slowly to give his opponent time to analyze him and for the time necessary for him to get an idea of what he will be facing. With that he got a steady footing so to be ready for a assault.

The Emperor pulled his sword singling the battle had now begun. With that Sir Edward unsheathed his long sword and raised it into the sun and it glowed like the moon with the rays of the suns. Then he brought forth his mighty shield glistening in the near midday sun and the crowd roared with excitement.

Not going to give himself a unfair chance he advanced slowly to give his opponent time to analyze him and for the time necessary for him to get an idea of what he will be facing. With that he got a steady footing so to be ready for a assault.


Dietar flipped down his visor and raised his sword and shield, he took a deep breath and went into a different state of mind, all he could see was his opponent, Sir Edward who he had to strike down. Dietar rotated his wrist moving his sword in a circular motion then moved foward dipping his shoulder down and bringing a blow back moving foward with his sheild he delivered a powerful thrust at shoulder level...

Sweat dripped down his forehead, his adreniline raced as he watched his opponent..

A grin crossed his face,

What you got sir Edward..what you got.. he thought.....

Sir Archer sat in the crowds in his dark green vest with a sharkskin cloak hanging over his shoulder. The two ends of the cloak where connected with a chain ending in a broach containing his family's coat of arms. He also wore a white shirt on under the vest, and a pair of green pants completed the look.

As he saw the tournament listing, his eyes bulged. He had trained under Longinean Jousters in the Academy, and had heard of this Juan de York. He gulped, hoping that he could gather his courage for the upcoming trials against this Longinean.

Sir Juan de York walked into the arena and cursed himself for being late.

This is a Knightly Tournament, where is the jousting?

Looking up for a place to sit, he easily spotted the uneasy knight from NN, and quickly guessed the reason.

He he, time to mess with his head.

Fr. Juan climbed the stairs and plopped down in the seats next to the young knight.

"Ahh, time for a good match, hopefully someone here will pose a challenge."

Sir Juan de York walked into the arena and cursed himself for being late.

This is a Knightly Tournament, where is the jousting?

Looking up for a place to sit, he easily spotted the uneasy knight from NN, and quickly guessed the reason.

He he, time to mess with his head.

Fr. Juan climbed the stairs and plopped down in the seats next to the young knight.

"Ahh, time for a good match, hopefully someone here will pose a challenge."

Archer jumped as the Priests sat down.

Oh no, I have to compete against this guy?

Dietar flipped down his visor and raised his sword and shield, he took a deep breath and went into a different state of mind, all he could see was his opponent, Sir Edward who he had to strike down. Dietar rotated his wrist moving his sword in a circular motion then moved foward dipping his shoulder down and bringing a blow back moving foward with his sheild he delivered a powerful thrust at shoulder level...

Sweat dripped down his forehead, his adreniline raced as he watched his opponent..

A grin crossed his face,

What you got sir Edward..what you got.. he thought.....Sir Edward lifted his sword high and then came charging his enemy and brought his weapon bearing down on his foe and then instead of that he brought his heavy shield at his enemy instead aiming to hit his foe’s feet so as to cause him to slow for a period of time.

Sir Edward lifted his sword high and then came charging his enemy and brought his weapon bearing down on his foe and then instead of that he brought his heavy shield at his enemy instead aiming to hit his foe’s feet so as to cause him to slow for a period of time.

Dietar smashed his sheild into his opponents full force then swung his sword high shuffling foward, then he went for the blow aimed for Sir edwards neck/shoulder...

With that Edward raised his sword and put it on course to prevent Dieter’s sword from hitting his body.

With that Edward raised his sword and put it on course to prevent Dieter’s sword from hitting his body.

Dietar seeing at the last second Sir Edward raised his sword to defend himself struck out with his shield quickly withdrawing his sword, the sheild smashed into Sir Edwards sword and Dietar charged foward with a powerful thrust towards the knights belly.....

Got you now....

LaFay watched the fight quitely from the stands, watching both contender's movements with rapt attention. It's so obvious...Can no one see it? She wondered if she would have to fight Dietar in the future; if he was as good as she thought he was, they would almost certialy cross swords. She also wondered when her match was going to begin.

OOC: Damn, The Scandinvans went off.. :(..i was getting into this....

(Heh...I kind of want to fight soon as well.)

(Heh...I kind of want to fight soon as well.)

:) this was a good idea, hehe...very good..

Dietar seeing at the last second Sir Edward raised his sword to defend himself struck out with his shield quickly withdrawing his sword, the sheild smashed into Sir Edwards sword and Dietar charged foward with a powerful thrust towards the knights belly.....

Got you now....With his shield now loosened he freed it and then brought it against Dieter’s sword causing both of their weapon now to be held back by the other.

:) this was a good idea, hehe...very good..OOC: What I am off a couple of days and you assume I will let this thread die like this.;)

With his shield now loosened he freed it and then brought it against Dieter’s sword causing both of their weapon now to be held back by the other.

While Dietar's sword was locked against Sir Edward's sheild he started using his own sheild to bash the opposing knight's body untill he shook him loose, when done so Dietar advanced shuffling across the ground rasing his guard then swung a high blow, a swing from the waist and a thrust from his shoulder level....

Ah ha, your quick...

The sound of metal hitting metal echoed through the air.....

OOC: What I am off a couple of days and you assume I will let this thread die like this.;)


Of course not...! it never crossed my mind...

Serious.. ;)

While Dietar's sword was locked against Sir Edward's sheild he started using his own sheild to bash the opposing knight's body untill he shook him loose, when done so Dietar advanced shuffling across the ground rasing his guard then swung a high blow, a swing from the waist and a thrust from his shoulder level....

Ah ha, your quick...

The sound of metal hitting metal echoed through the air.....Edward looking at his advancing foe found a way to counter his quick advance with one of his own skills.

Advancing quickly in response he put his shield in the middle of his body and put his long sword at a vertical angle at his waist. Then he put his sword higher and trusted it at his foe’s stomach.

Fr. Juan de York observed the display with mild dis-intrest.

They move so slowly, they must not train very often in Full Plate.

He observed them moving, and knew that his speed with the draw could lead to an easy victory if he was forced to fight on foot.

Fr. Juan de York observed the display with mild dis-intrest.

They move so slowly, they must not train very often in Full Plate.

He observed them moving, and knew that his speed with the draw could lead to an easy victory if he was forced to fight on foot.A nearby off duty Imperial Guardsman, still dressed in his silver armor seeing that the man was taking not a very in depth interest in the match decided that he may get a decent conversation out of him.

So he went to the man and said,” This fight still remains undecided as neither have yet scored a critical blow to the other.” Yet, enough of that what do you think of this fight so far?”

Edward looking at his advancing foe found a way to counter his quick advance with one of his own skills.

Advancing quickly in response he put his shield in the middle of his body and put his long sword at a vertical angle at his waist. Then he put his sword higher and trusted it at his foe’s stomach.


Dietar watched his opponents sheild shift towards his middle and sword level off at his waist, quickly Von Settner took a step and a half back then made counter measures to throw his opponent off..

He swung his sheild to the side smashing the outside edge of his foe's causing it to move away from his middle, Dietar moved in with a powerful thrust towards Sir Edwards belly moving to the left side out of the way of his sword

He watched in slow motion as the blade moved in inches away from the knights chest....

Edward barely having managed to knock the sword still resulted in the blade piercing his armor and going an inch into his chest. This resulted in him collapsing to the ground due to shock from a number of things. The crowd gasped as he feel and the Emperor quickly signaled the fight over.

With that eight Guardsmen came charging out onto the arena floor and picked up Edward from the ground and brought him to the hospital on the grounds. Emperor Reginald then said,” I declare this fight over and Lord Dieter the winner and has earned the right to advanced to the next round.”

Edward barely having managed to knock the sword still resulted in the blade piercing his armor and going an inch into his chest. This resulted in him collapsing to the ground due to shock from a number of things. The crowd gasped as he feel and the Emperor quickly signaled the fight over.

With that eight Guardsmen came charging out onto the arena floor and picked up Edward from the ground and brought him to the hospital on the grounds. Emperor Reginald then said,” I declare this fight over and Lord Dieter the winner and has earned the right to advanced to the next round.”

Dietar quickly moved back giving Sir Edward some space, he glanced at his sword tip..blood trickled down the broadside of the weapon. Once the Emperor declared the fight was over Lord Dietar Von Settner II strolled over in front of the box and flipped up his visor, he saluted, bowed to the crowd then left the arena sliding his sword in it's sheath.

He was met by Charles who had a large bottle of water,

"Amasing my Lord, you were fighting loose and with ease..."

"Thank you Charles"

"It looked as if you were alittle heavy sir, i mean..your movements.."

"Ahh, yes, i was merely taking my time..i do not wish to tire myself out or show my full potential in the first round, that would spoil the suprize.."

The entered the tent and Dietar took off his sword setting it on the table,

"John, wash my blade..shine it up..."

"M'lord"

The assistant rushed over and started working, Dietar set his sheild down on it's face to reveal a battle axe attached to the back,

"Hopefully i will get to use that aswell..rather brute but effective.."

He took off his helmet and poured water over his head then ran his fingers through his hair taking a seat...

"Whew...one down, afew more to go...Sir Edward was a skilled swordsman but his reactions were delayed, i watch body movement closely to see what they will move next..easy to tell in armor, i didn't give him a full powered strike to the belly..i knew i was in so i let off...i am not trying to kill anyone.."

"Very good sir, will we be watching the next match?"

"Of coruse, lets go.."

Dietar got up and headed for the doorway followed by charles, under his left arm her carried his helmet....

As the next match was between two Scandinvan knights the round could last a while as they were ones trained for endurance and were of rather equal skill. Yet, despite this they were both masters of the blade and skilled in many forms of melee combat.

For this match the Emperor requested that Dieter watch the match with him.

As the next match was between two Scandinvan knights the round could last a while as they were ones trained for endurance and were of rather equal skill. Yet, despite this they were both masters of the blade and skilled in many forms of melee combat.

For this match the Emperor requested that Dieter watch the match with him.

Upon hearing the request Dietar accepted, honored to join the Emperor of this mighty nation in his personal box. Dietar told Charles to wait outside with his helmet while he entered, as he walked through the doorway he lowered his head lowering to a knee in front of the Emperor.....

"Your highness..i am honored by your request for my presence.."

The Emperor replied,” Greetings , Lord Dieter. I was most impressed by you defeating a knight so easily, yet I must query why you held back unto the end? As I know from how you controlled the blade you are a far more skilled knight then what you let out to be in that first match.”

The Emperor replied,” Greetings , Lord Dieter. I was most impressed by you defeating a knight so easily, yet I must query why you held back unto the end? As I know from how you controlled the blade you are a far more skilled knight then what you let out to be in that first match.”


"You honor me your greatness, i thank you for your compliments.."

He rose up presenting himself properly to the emperor,

"I like to keep the crowd in suspence,..also opponents guessing.. i will come back in my next match fighting lighter and faster, i also have afew surprizes to liven things up during the matches...expect the unexpected your highness"

Dietar lowered his head...

*Cough Cough*

Is LaFay fighting anytime soon?

A nearby off duty Imperial Guardsman, still dressed in his silver armor seeing that the man was taking not a very in depth interest in the match decided that he may get a decent conversation out of him.

So he went to the man and said,” This fight still remains undecided as neither have yet scored a critical blow to the other.” Yet, enough of that what do you think of this fight so far?”

"He thinks they move to slow," the Young NN Knight replied, "His people train in Iajitsu and Tae Kwon Do among others."

"Fo him this is like moving in slow motion. I sincerely hope I do not fight him, as it is likely he will refuse most armor."

"He thinks they move to slow," the Young NN Knight replied, "His people train in Iajitsu and Tae Kwon Do among others."

"Fo him this is like moving in slow motion. I sincerely hope I do not fight him, as it is likely he will refuse most armor."

OOC: NN, I hate it when you do that.

IC
The priest looked over at the knight from NN and scowled.

"How did you know that?"

Apraising the young knight he started to see it, "You were trained by a Longinean weren't you?"

"Anyways, yes, he is right, my people train in heavy armor daily along with practises in Iajitsu, Kendo, Tae Kwon Do and Kung Fu among others. As for the armor, I shall wear Torso and Leg protection with my Samurai Helm. And maybe Shoulder guards as well."

OOC: When are more knights going to fight? :)

OOC: When are more knights going to fight? :)

OCC:I'm wondering that myself.

OOC: Match! match! match! match!....Wooooooh!

I wanna see what these other charactors got.

OOC: Woot, I want to fight against someone. Please, Please, Please.

"You honor me your greatness, i thank you for your compliments.."

He rose up presenting himself properly to the emperor,

"I like to keep the crowd in suspence,..also opponents guessing.. i will come back in my next match fighting lighter and faster, i also have afew surprizes to liven things up during the matches...expect the unexpected your highness"

Dietar lowered his head...The Emperor replied,” Well, while in my youth I fought in this tournament and held for the title for a decade straight until I became Emperor so I agree that putting on a good show and holding back are good ways to fight here.”

OOC: could we start this up again? I want to have more fun with this.

Indeed.

OOC: Sorry, about this I have a rather stern policy of me never bumping character threads as if people will not take the time to find then I consider the thread not worth rping anymore.

IC: “Lady LaFay your duel has come please report to the armory and prepare for your fight.”

OOC: Im still in....

LaFay streached her arms a bit and checked her weapons as she reched the Armory.

"Finally," She muttered. Now at least she would get a little exercise.

The door to the arena floor opened leading to a elevator that had been readied for them. As well, on it was Lord Erik in the light plate and chain mail mix which was incredibly strong. In his hand he wielded the sword of his house which was a long sword of the finest steel and silver alloy. To her he lowered his head behind his visor.

LaFay stepped gracefully into the arena as the elevator stopped, keeping her huge and unusual sissors on her back as she drew her two stilletto knives. She would begin the match with speed, not streanth. Her own armor was quite light, but it's added flexibilaty meant more manuverability.

Twirling her knives back and forth, she waited for her opponent to make the first move.

Lord Erik pulled a lever which brought them upwards into a vast sand arena were a massive crowd of tens of thousands of people looked down unto them jeering as they entered the arena. Then the Emperor said,” Fight honorably and earn yourselves everlasting glory or fail and be forgotten.

Now let the battle begin!”

Sand. Clever. LaFay looked up through her visor at the thousands of spectators surrounding them. Originally, LaFay had wanted to end the fight quickly; with so many onlookers, though, they would want a show. She decided to play with Erik for a while before incapacitating him.

LaFay bowed to the Emperor, then turned and immidetly and suprisingly quickly raced towards Erik, her two knives in hand. She slashed both horizontially towards his midsection as soon as she got within range.

Lord Erik being a feared and skilled knight of the Imperial court would not go easily so he quickly raised his sword and blocked the initial, but he knew he could not out speed both knights so he decided to strike while she brought her knifes back. With that he pushed the sharp bottom of his blade at LaFay.

LaFaye easily dodged the counter-attack; she had expected such a thing to occur. She would have to be careful; Erik was faster than she had originally thought. LaFaye quickly sidestepped the sword swipe and, not having time to turn her blade on her opponent at the angle she was at, spun around and bashed Erik in the side of the head with the hilt of one of her knives.

The share quality of Lord Erik’s armor took the blow and then being angered he took out a knife and very rapidly jabbed it at his foe and then using his other arm brought the sword down on her with a lot of power and speed hoping to strike her down.

LaFaye expertly parried Erik's knife thrusts with her own blade as her opponent pressed against her. She was caught by surprise as Erik threw his full power of his sword , bring it swiftly down on her. LaFaye was forced to throw herself to the side to avoid a painful death; the blade knicked her arm, causing a signifigant scratch in her armor, but little physical damage. She rolled and quickly got to her feet.

Unfortunatly for Erik, the manuver he had attempted was hard to recover from. Dual-wielding weapons of different wieghts tended to throw the user off-balace. As Erik struggled to lift his large sword with one hand, LaFaye took the opportunity to deliver a powerful flying kick to her opponent's chest. She landed on her feet and instantly started slashing and stabbing at Erik's weak spots-the thinner neck, elbow, and knee armor.

The armor that he wore was strongest forged of the finest metals along the weakest and Erik lifting his long sword stabbed at Lafay with hands on his sword and aimed at her feet.

LaFay skirted backwards, barely avoiding the heavy blade is it almost cut off one of her feet. She grimiced; Erik's armor was tougher than she thought. She was obviously getting nowhere with just her knifes.

"All right, then. Let's finish this quickly, shall we?"

LaFay sheathed her stillettos and reached over her back, drawing her massive sissors and pointing them at her opponent.

"Come and get me, then!"

The crowd bowed at the inelegant weapon and they did not want a weapon that could do fatal damage so easily. Yet, Erik got his dagger and threw it at her and then used his to try and not knock it out of her hands.

The crowd bowed at the inelegant weapon and they did not want a weapon that could do fatal damage so easily. Yet, Erik got his dagger and threw it at her and then used his to try and not knock it out of her hands.

Father de York decided the moment he saw the scissors, that this woman had no honor.

"Put it away, fight with honor, fight like the Noble you are!"

He was growing more and more agitated, and was becoming more and more eager to fight in the tournament.

In his tent, his squire had his armor polished and ready, It's bright red cross and bright white background was ready for hi, ready to display the glory of the Knights of St. Longinus.

A Valgardian noble dressed in pure silver came up to the Father and said,” You have disowned your training and lineage by doing such an act! Fight with your swords like a true warrior you coward!”

LaFaye grinned inside her helmet. This was the usual way a crowd acted when she drew her powerful weapon; the problem was that Nobles tended to fight with what they called "Honor," completely disregarding effectiveness. LaFaye didn't consider her weapon dishonerable, but simply efficient.

LaFaye easily knocked aside the knife that was flung at her, readying herself as Erik charged forward and swung his sword. She opened her deadly weapon and caught the blade squarely in it's center; LaFaye closed the sissors, trapping the sword in an iron grip. She turned to the side, forcing both weapons down to the ground. Then, holding the sissors shut with one of her feet, she started bashing her opponent in the head with her fist, hoping that he would relinquish his grip on the weapon. Without a sword, Erik would make easy prey.

Holding steady due to his sheer will power and training Lord Erik being a well prepared knight of the Imperial court, still while holding unto his long sword, unsheathed his 32 light short sword and swung it down unto his foe with all the might he could muster.

Holding steady due to his sheer will power and training Lord Erik being a well prepared knight of the Imperial court, still while holding unto his long sword, unsheathed his 32 light short sword and swung it down unto his foe with all the might he could muster.

Fr. de York yelled as loud as he could as he saw Lord Erik bring his sword down. HE looked around for a sash or something to wear so he could show his support for the honorable noble.

His elation was evident as he jumped up, his japanese style robes flushing out everywhere.

"Leave those weapons on the battlefield, the arena is a place for honorable weapons."


In the tent, his squire set about laying out his master's Katana, Wakizashi, War Fan, Jitte, and Machette. These weapons would come in handy to the older knight in his upcoming battle.

As the Father was watching the fight his combatant actually sat only a few seats down from him with his long sword in is hand and looked at it as if trying to think of the fight ahead of himself.

As the Father was watching the fight his combatant actually sat only a few seats down from him with his long sword in is hand and looked at it as if trying to think of the fight ahead of himself.

Father de York noticed the intense looking man sitting a ways down, and maneuvered his way through the crowd.

Plopping down with a look of good cheer on his face, he turned to the serious looking man and said, "Come my son, be merry and enjoy this good fight. Ha ha, listen to me, a priest enjoying a good combat match. If only that Lord Erik would end this quickly, I am eager to fight, and try out some new maneuvers myself."