DMaster: so carol gets a drink

DMaster: and starts drinking with you guys

DMaster: things get a bit blurry

Vulcuran: okay

Vulcuran: Think it is time to head home

DMaster: the night seemed to fly by and before you know it, or 

realize it for that matter

DMaster: your in your own bed sound asleep

Vulcuran: okay 

Vulcuran: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

DMaster: you are shaken awake

Vulcuran: look up

DMaster: whats yer constitution?

Vulcuran: 18

DMaster: whats your stats?

Vulcuran: STATS MEANING WHAT HEIGHT WEIGHT ETC

DMaster: yell much?

DMaster: nevermind

DMaster: ok you have a headache and you have to poee like a 

race horse

DMaster: *pee

Vulcuran: sorry hit caps didnt mean to

DMaster: no problem cowass greaser

Vulcuran: I can give you my stats 

DMaster: naw

Vulcuran: okay I offered

DMaster: Carol

DMaster: is shaking you

Vulcuran: Vulc:Okay I am awake Carol

DMaster: Carol: I delayed the sword competition a bit for 

you,.... get up and lets go!

DMaster: CAROL: where is your armor?

DMaster: shes throwing clothes at you.

DMaster: CAROL: Get dressed you drunk!

Vulcuran: Vulc:Thanks Carol be right with you have to go to 

the bathroom quickly

DMaster: ok you pee

Vulcuran: Vulc:Armor should be in the closet there

DMaster: CAROL: (at the door) COME ON!!!!!

Vulcuran: grab my armor and sword

DMaster: she is shuffling you out the door as you put on your 

armor

Vulcuran: start running

DMaster: clang clang clang

Vulcuran: I wear elven chain mail

DMaster: no you wear armor for this

Vulcuran: okay

DMaster: you have a Swordsmanship armor

Vulcuran: okay thanks for clearing that up

DMaster: and a Swordsmanship sword... you cant kill 

anyone with it... hurt them pretty bad but not kill 

themn with it

Vulcuran: cool

DMaster: you go running through the filled streets

DMaster: people look at you all funny

DMaster: you run through the inner gates

Vulcuran: ignore them and keep going

DMaster: you are at the jousting area

DMaster: you runa round the other side... there are three 

rings of sword fighting going on

DMaster: a man walks up to you

DMaster: MAN: Sire, are you ready?

Vulcuran: Vulc;Yes I am sorry I am late

DMaster: MAN: You are next in the third ring

DMaster: there are three rings, two smaller ones at the end, 

and one larger one in the middle

Vulcuran: Vulc:Okay Thank You

DMaster: not alot of people here

DMaster: just a few watchers view the preliminaries

Vulcuran: okay I will wait my turn for the third ring

DMaster: in the center ring you notice someone fimiliar

Vulcuran: looking

DMaster: its Pluger

DMaster: totally dominating his opponent

Vulcuran: like always

DMaster: he neds the match by kicking the guy in the butt

DMaster: *ends

Vulcuran: smirking a bit

DMaster: the match in front of you ended

DMaster: MAN: Your in Sire

Vulcuran: enter the ring

DMaster: CAROL: ok Vulc

DMaster: CAROL: try not to piss yourself

Vulcuran: Vulc:Shut Up Carol

DMaster: THe guy is stocky

DMaster: has plain armor

DMaster: MAN: Begin.... NOW!

DMaster: he raises the flag

Vulcuran: okay 

Vulcuran: I am gonna take a swing at this guy

DMaster: THe guy is just eyeing you up as you take a swing

DMaster: "17"

DMaster: CLANK!

DMaster: you hit the guy

DMaster: he seemed surprised at the swing'

DMaster: he returns swinging along the waistlaine

DMaster: line

DMaster: SWOOSH

Vulcuran: swing again

DMaster: ok

DMaster: well your gonna have to tell me where you aimn and 

stuff

Vulcuran: okay I am aiming for his arm 

DMaster: if you dodge a block, parry the strike or whatever

DMaster: "1"

DMaster: you miss

DMaster: trip and fall

Vulcuran: figures my luck

DMaster: and he hammers you twice while you get up

DMaster: 2-1

DMaster: you two square off with each other

Vulcuran: okay I am gonna aim square for the chest

DMaster: "9"

DMaster: chink

DMaster: just nic the armor

DMaster: He takes a back swing at your head (Your wearing a 

large helm)

DMaster: chink

DMaster: he grazes it

Vulcuran: okay I am gonna aim for his left side 

DMaster: chink

DMaster: graze it again as he dodges the swing

DMaster: he double handed strikes right down the center 

towards you

DMaster: CLANK!

Vulcuran: try to block it

DMaster: right on your head

DMaster: "18"

Vulcuran: oww

DMaster: you stumble back

DMaster: the helm down on your face

Vulcuran: I am gonna swing at his right side this time

DMaster: you can't see a thing

DMaster: -3 on hit

Vulcuran: okay 

DMaster: "5-3=2"

DMaster: swoosh

Vulcuran: ugh 

Vulcuran: I cant win

DMaster: you stumble forward

DMaster: The Guy cranks your left side... you go stumbling 

down in the dirt.

Vulcuran: get up

DMaster: your helm is a bit up now

DMaster: ok he takes a lateral swing towards your shoulder

DMaster: for the win

Vulcuran: tyr to block it

Vulcuran: try

DMaster: and.....

DMaster: ....

DMaster: ..

DMaster: .

Vulcuran: hits me right

DMaster: you parry the blow

DMaster: :-)

Vulcuran: I am gonna take a shot at his head

DMaster: goddam the dice hate you

DMaster: "7"

Vulcuran: always do

DMaster: swoosh

DMaster: he dodges it

DMaster: he takes a quick swing to your shoulder

DMaster: ...

DMaster: "7"

DMaster: swoosh

DMaster: you jump back in time

Vulcuran: I am gonna take a shot at his shoulder now

DMaster: "4" complete miss

DMaster: carol slaps her forhead

Vulcuran: I hate your dice dude

DMaster: you notice pluger watching with a big smirk on his 

face

DMaster: oh

DMaster: the guy takes a swing

DMaster: "1"

Vulcuran: just joking

DMaster: he over swung and it sent him tumbling, you dodged 

it perfectly and set yourself up with two hits with a 


+5 to hit

Vulcuran: I am gonna swing at his head 

DMaster: 15+5

DMaster: a loud CLANG! resounds off his helm

DMaster: you here him Yelp

DMaster: 19+5

DMaster: your second hit made him drop his sword

DMaster: you won!

DMaster: he is still on the ground in pain

Vulcuran: see if he is okay

DMaster: Carol is jumping up and down clapping

Vulcuran: Vulc:are you okay

DMaster: his face is all bloddy, you gave hima  broken nose 

and you broke his arm

DMaster: *bloody

Vulcuran: now I feel bad

DMaster: MAN: Victory, Vulcuran.

Vulcuran: smirk at Carol

DMaster: you see Pluger smaile and nod as he walks away

DMaster: *smile

DMaster: sweat pouring down your face... hair matted to your 

head

DMaster: you take off your helm

Vulcuran: walk over to Carol

DMaster: CAROL: that was AWESOME



DMaster: I over heard pluger go " WOW

DMaster: "

Vulcuran: Vulc:Yeah in the end maybe I was good but in 

beginning I sucked bad

DMaster: your armor has the royla crest of Camerondale on it. 

A bright shiny Bronze armor, very decorative

DMaster: your helm is bronze and black

Vulcuran: coolness

Vulcuran: Vulc:Now I have to go joust dont I

DMaster: you leave the ring as other contestants get in there

DMaster: a man walks up to you

DMaster: MAN: Very well done sire

Vulcuran: Vulc:Thank You

Vulcuran: brb 

DMaster: CAROL: Yeah I had thames get your horse ready and get 

things rolling for you

DMaster: CAROL: Vatikus is helping...

Vulcuran: gotta get kids a drink

DMaster: ok

Vulcuran: okay back

DMaster: ok

DMaster: you walk over to the Jousting

Vulcuran: Vulc:I am glad to have friends like you

DMaster: There are horses all over the place with squires 

setting things up for there masters

DMaster: CAROL: kiss our ass later we have to get you ready

DMaster: double the crowd over on this end

Vulcuran: Vul:I'll kiss your ass winking

DMaster: you see two men jousting...

DMaster: the flag goes up

DMaster: the race down the lanes

Vulcuran: watching

DMaster: you see the one get thrown from the horse as the 

lance shatters

DMaster: the guy lands with a heavy thud

Vulcuran: ouch I say

Vulcuran: looking up at the crowd

DMaster: THAMES: (looking like he slept in a sess pool) Wow, 

are you sure you want to do this?

DMaster: they cheer a bit

DMaster: its early

DMaster: a man walks up

Vulcuran: Vulc:yeah I do I want to get my shot at whats his 

name

DMaster: MAN: Sire you are up after these two gentlemen

DMaster: THAMES: Darconian

Vulcuran: Vulc:Okay Thank You

DMaster: THAMES (in a deep sarcastic voice) The Knight of the 

Dark Sky.....

Vulcuran: Vulc:Yup thats it  he is too arrogant for his own 

good

Vulcuran: laughing a bit now

DMaster: CAROL: Get saddled up

Vulcuran: okay get in the saddle

DMaster: CAROL: feel comfortable?

Vulcuran: Vulc: I guess as comfortable as I am gonna be

DMaster: the two in front of you finish

DMaster: the Flag bearer waits for you to get set

Vulcuran: I get set 

DMaster: you are jousting against what looks like a commoner

Vulcuran: okay

DMaster: MAN: (YELLING)Are the contestants ready?

DMaster: THe guy raises his lance in approval

DMaster: THames plunks the helm on your head

Vulcuran: I raise my lance too

DMaster: THAMES: Good luck

DMaster: He raises the flag!

Vulcuran: Vulc;I'll need it

DMaster: Thames slaps the horses ass and hes off galloping 

down the lane

DMaster: You see your opponent line you up as he races 

towards you

Vulcuran: okay I will lower my lance and line him up too

DMaster: both your lances hit each other

DMaster: wood shatters all about

DMaster: but neither of you fall off

DMaster: 1 lance to 1 lance

DMaster: Thames and Carol run down to you on the other side

DMaster: the hit was pretty hard, knocked the wind out of you

Vulcuran: ignore that

DMaster: your catching your breath

DMaster: MAN: Ready????

DMaster: Thames hands you a new Lance

vulcuran2 direct connection is closed. 

Vulcuran: spur horse on again

DMaster: why did you stop the direct?

Vulcuran: I didnt

GoylezII wants to directly connect. 

vulcuran2 is now directly connected. 

DMaster: ok

DMaster: DM: You best not spur your horse until he raises 

the flag

Vulcuran: I will when he raises flag

DMaster: he raises the flag

DMaster: Thames slaps your horses ass

DMaster: your spur ir

Vulcuran: spur horse on and lower lance

DMaster: you two gallop towards each other

DMaster: you notice he looses grip of the lance

Vulcuran: okay

DMaster: he rolled a "2"

Vulcuran: keep going

DMaster: you rolled a "19"

DMaster: WHAM!!!

DMaster: you blast the guy off his horse - he goes completely 

horizontal

Vulcuran: finally some luck

DMaster: lands flat on his back

Vulcuran: cool

DMaster: THUD

DMaster: thames and carol are cheering

Vulcuran: look at the crowd a bit

DMaster: 

DMaster: she is leaning by a rail near you with a smile

DMaster: as you take off your helm

Vulcuran: know this kinda reminds me of  a knights tale

DMaster: yeah?

Vulcuran: smile back at her

DMaster: Carol and thames come running down to you

DMaster: CAROL: Good job...

Vulcuran: Vulc:Hey Guys Thanks

DMaster: DM: The guys rating was 1 on a scale of 20

DMaster: I rolled a 20 for him on his first run

Vulcuran: I see

DMaster: LOL!

DMaster: Luckily you rolled a 12 and saved your ass

Vulcuran: yeah

DMaster: then he rolled a 2

DMaster: and he was history

Vulcuran: Vulc:well guys how did I do

DMaster: CAROL: Not bad!

DMaster: CAROL: we will have to come back in an hour to see 

who you joust next

Vulcuran: Vulc:Gee Thanks Carol for the support laughing

Vulcuran: Vulc:now may I have some help to get off my horse

DMaster: Thames helps you down

DMaster: THAMES: PHEW! I thought I smelled bad!

Vulcuran: Vulc:Thank You Thames

DMaster: THAMES: go take a bath you stinky bastage

Vulcuran: Vulc:Smartass

Vulcuran: Vulc:I plan on it

DMaster: Carol nods in agreement

Vulcuran: I am gonna head back to the castle and my room

DMaster: you pass through the inner gates every kinda looking 

at you

DMaster: your in full armor

Vulcuran: keep going

DMaster: you get to the Castle...

DMaster: the king is in the throne room talking to some 

diplomats from other Kingdoms

Vulcuran: head to my room

Vulcuran: keep moving since I stink

DMaster: ok you get to your room

Vulcuran: get armor off and go take bath and get some clean 

clothe s on

DMaster: ok

DMaster: you get clean, shave

DMaster: your all smelling good

Vulcuran: shave shit etc

Vulcuran: put some good clothes on 

Vulcuran: and take armor with me 

DMaster: ok

Vulcuran: head back to throne room

DMaster: the king is still talking

DMaster: KING: Blah blah blah!

Vulcuran: see if any of the diplomats lok familiar

Vulcuran: look

DMaster: not really

DMaster: there all men

Vulcuran: okay keep moving head back to jousting and sword 

arEA

DMaster: ok you walk through the town

DMaster: the place is swamped... travelers

DMaster: merchants

DMaster: you weed yourself through the inner gates

Vulcuran: okay I am looking for carol and thames

DMaster: the Jousting area is quiet right now

DMaster: people still there but its 12 and the second round 

starts at 15.00

Vulcuran: okay

DMaster: r u going to see who you joust next?

Vulcuran: yup

DMaster: A commoner

DMaster: there was 32 contestants to start with

DMaster: now there is 16

Vulcuran: see who he has to go against

DMaster: Rangskull

DMaster: A knight of Bayside

Vulcuran: cool

DMaster: better check the sword comp

Vulcuran: I go do that

DMaster: there was 64 contestants

DMaster: 32 now

Vulcuran: I see

Vulcuran: look to see when I am up again

DMaster: Wansor McBain

DMaster: name sound fimiliar?

Vulcuran: yup

Vulcuran: let me guess I have to go up against him

DMaster: yup

DMaster: Knight of Bayside

Vulcuran: okay that is fine with me

DMaster: Actually the First knight

Vulcuran: okay

DMaster: that starts at 13.00

DMaster: in an hour

DMaster: brb gotta pee

Vulcuran: okay

DMaster: ahhh

Vulcuran: feel better

DMaster: yeeeeeaaahhh

DMaster: you look across the city to the outer walls and its 

building to building people and merchants

Vulcuran: okay well I am gonna grab a bit to eat before match

Vulcuran: bite

DMaster: the only place that isnt packed is the Jousting area

DMaster: The sword area is filling up for round two

DMaster: there are aton of merchant shops

DMaster: that are selling food

DMaster: Cheese. bread, different breads

DMaster: wines, drinks, 

Vulcuran: go take a walk 

DMaster: where do you leave your armor?

Vulcuran: see the different kind of cheeses 

DMaster: all different

Vulcuran: I think I took it with me didnt I\

DMaster: with some rip aprt bread

DMaster: yeah but are you gonna carry it all over

DMaster: its heavy

Vulcuran: okay go to sword area see if any people are there 

like attendents or something

DMaster: not really

Vulcuran: damn it 

Vulcuran: this isn cool

DMaster: put it on then goof

Vulcuran: dont want to just leave armor here

Vulcuran: guess I could do that

DMaster: its a bright sunshine day with not a cloud in 

the sky

DMaster: temps range to about 65 degrees

Vulcuran: put my armor on then

Vulcuran: go get something to eat

Vulcuran: and drink

DMaster: everyone is in good cheer

DMaster: ok

DMaster: you grab some bread and cheese

DMaster: eat and get a mug of mineral water

Vulcuran: okay good choice since I am fight ing today

Vulcuran: head back to sword area after eat and drink

DMaster: ok

DMaster: the rounds are starting up again

Vulcuran: wait for my turn

DMaster: your slated for third in the center ring

Vulcuran: practice with sword while I wait

DMaster: unless you want to chop someones head off

DMaster: its not advicable

Vulcuran: okay no

Vulcuran: I will watch then

DMaster: first match in teh center ring is Pluge versus some 

commoner

DMaster: Pluger

Vulcuran: pluger is gonna win

DMaster: the Commoner is deceptivaly fast

DMaster: Pluger has missed a few swipes already

Vulcuran: smirking to myself

DMaster: he finally gets the upperhand, knocking him aroudn 

a few times

DMaster: then finishes him off

DMaster: 5 - 0

Vulcuran: okay

DMaster: The Crowd cheers

DMaster: Pluger has a SIlver armor on, with the Crest of 

Camerondale

Vulcuran: keep watching and waiting for my turn

DMaster: the next match starts

DMaster: two guys go at it

DMaster: one wins

DMaster: your up

Vulcuran: go to center ring

DMaster: MAN: You are up my leege

DMaster: Wansor is in the ring already adjusting his helm

DMaster: The crowd starts to cheer...

Vulcuran: adjust my helm too

DMaster: MAN: Wansor McBain, First Knight of Camerondale

DMaster: MAN: Versus

Vulcuran: salute wansor with my sword

DMaster: MAN: Vulcuran, Duke of Camerondale

DMaster: He does the same

DMaster: MAN: BEGIN!

Vulcuran: I will swing at his head

DMaster: you get initiative

DMaster: "2"

Vulcuran: figures

DMaster: swoosh, about 10 feet away

DMaster: he sets himself

DMaster: and takes a swing at your waistline

Vulcuran: try to bloack it

Vulcuran: block

DMaster: wow

DMaster: "20"

DMaster: blasts your waist and sends you flying sideways

Vulcuran: okay

DMaster: he resituates himself

DMaster: 1-0

Vulcuran: I am gonna try to hit him in the waist

DMaster: CLANK!!!

DMaster: he tryed to dodge it but was to slow

DMaster: 1-1

DMaster: he twurls around and takes a giant swing

Vulcuran: try to block it

DMaster: you parry the blow

Vulcuran: swing again at his waist

DMaster: he catches his balance and stop the swing with his 

sword

DMaster: he takes a quick swing at your head

Vulcuran: try to block it

DMaster: you move to the left and the sword hits nothing but 

air

DMaster: the crowd is "ooooh, ahhhhh"

Vulcuran: I will swing at his Head now

DMaster: enjoying the fine swordsmanship

DMaster: swoosh

DMaster: he just leans back

DMaster: he takes a lunge towards you

Vulcuran: try to dodge it

DMaster: "2" he misses and goes off balance

DMaster: +3 to hit

Vulcuran: swing at him aiming for head 

DMaster: 16+3

DMaster: CLANG!!!!!!

DMaster: he falls to the ground in a cloud of dust, the 

crown erupts

DMaster: he rolls out of reach of your swing and gets back up

DMaster: there is a dent in his helm now

Vulcuran: okay I swing again at his side unless he has the 

intiative

DMaster: nope he used his

DMaster: getting up

Vulcuran: okay swing at side then

DMaster: chink... just missed him

DMaster: grazed him

DMaster: he takes a downward swing at your shoulder

DMaster: swoosh

Vulcuran: try to block it

DMaster: you feel the breeze of the sword

Vulcuran: I swing at his shoulder 

DMaster: CLANK!!

DMaster: he drops to one knee with that hit

DMaster: 3-1

DMaster: in your favor

Vulcuran: I aint getting cocky though

DMaster: he gets up and takes aim for your head

Vulcuran: I try to block it

DMaster: "1" 

DMaster: Im rolling

DMaster: you get two hits at a +5

Vulcuran: I will swing at his head

DMaster: he goes off balance and his helm slips and he cant 

see

DMaster: &+5

DMaster: 7+5

DMaster: 12

DMaster: swoosh, you miss

Vulcuran: damn it

DMaster: 4+5

DMaster: Swoosh you miss

Vulcuran: like always

DMaster: he ducked and then rolled

DMaster: gets up and takes a surprising swing at you, 

upwards

DMaster: swoosh

DMaster: you jump back surprised at the attack

Vulcuran: swing at his side

DMaster: "1"

Vulcuran: damn it

DMaster: rolling

DMaster: 18+ you drop sword

DMaster: 2

Vulcuran: shit

DMaster: he gets one hit +5 and another

Vulcuran: okay

DMaster: 9+5

DMaster: just misses you

DMaster: but his backswing is true as you get cranked on 

your side shoulder

DMaster: CLANK!

DMaster: 2-3

DMaster: in your favor

DMaster: everyone is getting quiet as they watch the match

Vulcuran: do I have to pick up my sword

DMaster: if you dropped your sword, you lose

DMaster: your still in the match

Vulcuran: okay 

Vulcuran: then I will try to swing at his side again

DMaster: he parries and dodges the blow

DMaster: he seems to be getting a second wind now

DMaster: he takes a swing across his body

DMaster: "20"

DMaster: WHAM!

DMaster: you go stumbling... you try to recover only to 

fall down

DMaster: 3-3

Vulcuran: okay I am gonna swing upwards

DMaster: swoosh

DMaster: he gets a +3 because you are down

Vulcuran: damn it

DMaster: 5+3

DMaster: he hits dirt as you roll out of the way

Vulcuran: swing at his side

DMaster: "1-3 (because your laying on the ground)

DMaster: your sword goes flying

Vulcuran: damn it

DMaster: Wansor wins

DMaster: why didnt you get up?

Vulcuran: sorry was fighting with kids

DMaster: take a second to read what I am writing dupes

Vulcuran: was paying 100% attention

Vulcuran: wasnt

Vulcuran: get up 

DMaster: wansor raises his sword in victory

Vulcuran: Vulc:Good Match Wansor

DMaster: WANSOR: As you M'Lord... very good match

DMaster: sweat is dripping down your face

DMaster: you take off your helm

DMaster: Thames and carol are at the side of the ring

DMaster: THAMES: WHat the hell were you doing?

DMaster: CAROL: Hes still drunk

Vulcuran: Vulc:Shut Up Thames

DMaster: CAROL: Thats it

DMaster: Well we still have na hour before your next joust

Vulcuran: I am gonna just relax before jousting

Vulcuran: go check horse etc

DMaster: horse is in good condition,

Vulcuran: pat him a bit etc

DMaster: THAMES: I never seen you rolla round liek that

DMaster: CAROL: Thames... shut it

Vulcuran: Vulc:Okay quit rubbing it in Thames

DMaster: THAMES: I just dont understand what you were doing

DMaster: THAMES: were ya fighting a cockroach on the ground too?

DMaster: he laughes

Vulcuran: look at Thames evilly

DMaster: MAN: You are up in three contests M'Lord

DMaster: the place is MOBBED

Vulcuran: Vulc:Thank You

DMaster: all the seating is filled, the King is here and 

all the royal court

DMaster: it gets loud

Vulcuran: great now I have to win

DMaster: People getting situated for the Event all around you

DMaster: THAMES: Hey there syour budy

Vulcuran: I will get on my horse

DMaster: Thames points out at the COntest

Vulcuran: looking

DMaster: Its Darconian... boos waif down from the Crowd as they line up...

DMaster: Rankor is a BIG man

DMaster: man/orc

Vulcuran: bet cheers erupt from crowd

DMaster: Everyone is chanting

DMaster: RANKOR RANKOR RANKOR

DMaster: the two speed down the lanes lances all ready

DMaster: Rankor nails Darc shattering his lance, while 

Darc misses

DMaster: Darc stays on his horse though

DMaster: THe Crowd goes nuts!

Vulcuran: keep watching

DMaster: THe next round Darc drills Rankor square in

t eh chest almost making him fall off

DMaster: Rankor missed

DMaster: the crowd quiets right down

Vulcuran: damn

Vulcuran: keep watching

DMaster: they speed down the lanes both hit each other 

hard... wood flies everywhere

DMaster: neither of them fall

DMaster: THAMES: WOW! 2 to 2!

DMaster: everyone is on there feet including the King...

DMaster: it gets real tense.

Vulcuran: keep watching

DMaster: the two race down the lanes

DMaster: the crowd gets real quiet

DMaster: WAM! Darconian drills Rankor in the HElmet sending 

him flyinf off the horse, whipping is head back 

and Rankor landing on his head

DMaster: Darconian has his horse rear up and raises his lance

DMaster: Squires run to the aid of Rankor... he got messed 

up pretty bad

DMaster: if your even here

Vulcuran: I am

DMaster: he just lays there blood all over his face... groaning

DMaster: THAMES: When that happens to you Vulc, try not to 

groan like that ok?

Vulcuran: Vulc:Shut Up Thames

DMaster: Rankor gets dragged off the lane

DMaster: the next two go at it

DMaster: one wins

Vulcuran: Vulc:I am nervous enough as it is

DMaster: THAMES: Your going up against a Rich Farmer from 

Virgil

DMaster: THAMES: He won 3 lances to none...

Vulcuran: Vulc:Okay'

DMaster: you situate yourself... the crowd is fairly quiet

DMaster: Thames hands you your lance

Vulcuran: okay

DMaster: MAN: Wyken Commoner from Virgil

DMaster: MAN: Versus

DMaster: MAN: Vulcuran, Duke of Camerondale

DMaster: the crowd starts to cheer

DMaster: THAMES: THis is it...

DMaster: THAMES: Go break a lnace

DMaster: *lance

Vulcuran: Vulc:Okay Thames

DMaster: the man raises the flag

DMaster: your OFF

DMaster: The guy lines you up.

Vulcuran: okay lower lance and line him up

DMaster: you both miss

DMaster: swoosh

DMaster: you see THames slap his forehead

DMaster: he runs over to you

DMaster: THAMES: Vulc, you have to HIT the other guy

Vulcuran: Vulc:Shut up Thames

DMaster: the man has the flag down waiting

Vulcuran: raise Lance

DMaster: raises the flag

DMaster: and your off

Vulcuran: lower lance and line man up again

DMaster: racing down the lane

DMaster: He hits you, shattering his lance and you miss

Vulcuran: damn it

DMaster: it wasnt a hard hit though

DMaster: THAMES: Will you quit screwing around!

Vulcuran: raise Lance

DMaster: CAROL: THis is how he won his last match, just 

hitting a guy but dodging the blows

DMaster: the flag raises

DMaster: you two race towards each other

Vulcuran: lower lance and line him up again

DMaster: you both shatter lances... both hard hits

DMaster: wood flies everywhere

DMaster: the crowd is quiet just lookign around at each other

Vulcuran: okay

DMaster: its 2 to 1

DMaster: if he shatters a lance and you dont horse him

DMaster: your done

Vulcuran: okay

DMaster: the guy has the flag down

Vulcuran: Vulc:hand me a lance guys

DMaster: he gives you a lance

DMaster: up goes the flag

DMaster: you two race towards each other

Vulcuran: lower lance and line him up

DMaster: he misses while you shatter your lance on him

DMaster: 2 2

DMaster: Thames runs down

DMaster: THAMES: This is the longest joust in the history 

of Legon!

Vulcuran: Vulc:Hand me Lance please

DMaster: he hands you a lance...

DMaster: the flag raises

DMaster: your horse gallops towards him

Vulcuran: lower lance and line him up

DMaster: You drill him square in the head... your lance 

doesnt break... but he is unhorsed

DMaster: lands on his stomach after doing a flip

DMaster: he missed you completely

Vulcuran: smirking to myself

DMaster: MAN: Victor - Vulcuran

DMaster: Thames runs over to you

Vulcuran: raise my Lance

DMaster: THAMES: Good job Vulc!

DMaster: THe crowd cheers

DMaster: the guy is out cold

Vulcuran: Vulc:Thanks Thames

DMaster: 

DMaster: she is sitting in the upper class section smiling

Vulcuran: raise helm and smile at her

DMaster: thames leads you off the playing field

DMaster: THAMES: Your in the Final Eight

Vulcuran: Vulc:Thames do me a favor

DMaster: THAMES: Yes

Vulcuran: Vulc:Find Out who she is

DMaster: THAMES: who is?

Vulcuran: Vulc:The female that was sitting in upper class 

section that I bumped into the other day

DMaster: he glances back

DMaster: she isnt there now

Vulcuran: Vulc:One who you said I may be to young for

Vulcuran: Vulc:Damn it she is gonna drive me crazy

Vulcuran: Vulc:When is my next match Thames

DMaster: THAMES:Not until dusk Vulc

DMaster: there are still a few matches left

DMaster: until we find out

Vulcuran: Vulc:Okay lets go get something to eat then

DMaster: THAMES: Very well