The Grand Arena
You find yourself within a massive oval structure that towers around a
pristine dirt field in its center. The oval is full of steps and seats for
onlookers to come and watch the events below. Even when a battle isn't
taking place, you find you can almost hear the clash of steel on steel. A
soft zephyr blows through the stands, pulling up some dust from the field
and tossing it high into the air. At the top of the stadium, banners of
Valour's colors flutter gently in the breeze. It is a relaxing sound and
stands in stark contrast to what unfolds in the dust below.

[Exits: south]
A sign about jousting is here.
Foggledonk is here.
Dothemman is riding on the back of a nightmare.
Ayinti is here.
(Yellow Aura) Trillian is here.
Bonfo is here.
A large stallion with a strange blue coat is here, hooves looking a little dirty.
(Charmed) (White Aura) A white quartz tiger is here, quietly serving its master.
Aerysen is here.
(White Aura) Wigoseth is here.
Avenar is here.
(White Aura) The Games Master is here.

Wigoseth looks at A sign.
Trillian says 'Who here wishes to enter the lists?'

Bonfo looks at A sign.

Dothemman says 'Place your wagers carefully friends.'

Wigoseth says 'I'll try.'

Ayinti looks at A sign.

A soft buzz of words hangs in the air around Trillian.

Foggledonk raises his hand.

Trillian says 'Wigoseth has entered!'

Dothemman snorts derisively.

Trillian says 'Foggledonk has entered!'

Aerysen chuckles softly and raises his hand steadily.

Bonfo climbs onto the blue horse.

Bonfo looks at A sign.

Dothemman says 'Have you held a lance before?'

Avenar looks at A sign.

Aerysen looks at A sign.

Wigoseth says 'Nope!'

Wigoseth giggles.
Trillian clicks his tongue.

Ayinti starts to move in slow motion.

Foggledonk snickers softly.

Wigoseth says 'I like girls my friend.'

Wigoseth peers around himself intently.

Dothemman says 'You hold it by the sharp end.'

Trillian says 'Bonfo has gotten ahead of himself and mounted a horse!'

Bonfo looks at A sign.

Aerysen lets out a hearty laugh.

Wigoseth covers his face in amusement.

Wigoseth says 'Sorry, couldn't help myself.'

Wigoseth snickers softly.

Dothemman snickers softly.

The Games Master says 'For the next joust, we have Dothemman riding the red horse and Bonfo riding the blue horse!'

Aerysen speaks with a rolling lilt 'So then it first seems Dothemman and Bonfo are kickin' it off?'

The Games Master says 'The rules! One point shall be awarded for a broken lance tip, two points awarded for a shattered lance, and three points awarded for knocking an opponent from his horse!'

Aerysen gasps in astonishment.

Dothemman digs his spurs into his mount.

Trillian sighs.

The Games Master says 'There shall be three rounds. The contestant with the best score at the end of the three rounds shall be declared the winner. Best of luck to both of you!'

Bonfo twirls his moustache.

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

Trillian says to The Games Master 'Very well. Take the lead.'

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Dothemman smirks.

Aerysen speaks 'Oh, I like this.'

Dothemman braces their lance, and strikes at the shield of Bonfo, breaking off a tip of the lance!
The Games Master says 'A broken tip! One point is awarded to shield!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Dothemman: 1 and Bonfo: 0.'
The Games Master says 'The contestants are now preparing for Round 2 of 3...'

Dothemman winks at Aerysen.

Bonfo winces in agony.

Ayinti looks at A sign.

Aerysen speaks 'Ah, a shield blow first!'

Bonfo looks at A sign.

Avenar shows his approval by clapping his hands together.

Dothemman throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!

The barely audible hum within the room drops into silence.

The contestants regain their stamina and ready their mounts for another pass.

Trillian says 'Surprisingly cautious from such a boldly spoken man.'

The bustling crowd looks down onto the field, murmurs and wagers abound.

Trillian says 'But it paid dividends.'

As the jousters trot their horses into position, a hush comes over the crowd.

Dothemman says 'I aim to win.'

Aerysen speaks 'Cautious, or tactical? We shall see.'

Trillian says 'What will his next move be?'

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Bonfo says 'DOTHEMANNNNNNN.'

The lance of Bonfo smashes into the shield of Dothemman with a loud crack, sending a shower of wooden splinters into the air!
The Games Master says 'A shattered lance! Two points are awarded to Bonfo!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Dothemman: 1 and Bonfo: 2.'
The Games Master says 'The contestants are now preparing for Round 3 of 3...'

Bonfo flexes his muscles...what a stud!?!

Dothemman says 'What!?!?!?'

Aerysen gasps in astonishment.

Trillian hums merrily.

Wigoseth gasps in astonishment.

Dothemman grimaces painfully at the thought.

Trillian says 'This is quite exhilerating.'

Bonfo twirls his moustache.

The contestants regain their stamina and ready their mounts for another pass.

Trillian says to Aerysen 'Are all jousts, thus? I confess this is my first time.'

The bustling crowd looks down onto the field, murmurs and wagers abound.

As the jousters trot their horses into position, a hush comes over the crowd.

Dothemman says 'By Sabsuka's strength, I will knock you off your horse!'

Aerysen can't help but lean forward in his seat, knuckles white with anticipation.
The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Dothemman braces their lance, and strikes at the body of Bonfo, breaking off a tip of the lance!
The Games Master says 'A broken tip! One point is awarded to body!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Dothemman: 2 and Bonfo: 2.'
The Games Master says 'That concludes the contest! We have a tie! Both Dothemman and Bonfo competed with valour!'

Bonfo says 'I stole from Subsuka plenty and I'll steal this victory from you.'

Aerysen yells 'AHHH!!!!!!!'

Dothemman sighs.

Bonfo grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...
Trillian gasps in astonishment.

Trillian says 'A tie!'
The white aura around Wigoseth fades.

Dothemman says 'A worthy competitor.'

Dothemman bows before Bonfo.

Aerysen speaks 'Wow, I think a rematch will be in order.'

Trillian looks about expectantly.

Dothemman says 'I am willing.'

Aerysen speaks 'Bonfo competes like one decades younger than he.'

Aerysen closes his eyes momentarily.
Aerysen bows his head and is filled with a virtuous light.

Bonfo says 'My knees ache during thunderstorms I admit.'

Dothemman says 'A skilled horseman for sure.'

Avenar says 'After 3 rounds, new folks may mount up as they wish!'

Aerysen nods.

Dothemman pats Bonfo on his head.

Trillian whispers softly ... 'now they kiss?'

Aerysen speaks 'Who wishes to give it a go next?'

Aerysen lets out a hearty laugh.

Wigoseth looks at A sign.

Foggledonk raises his hand

Foggledonk looks at A sign.

Ayinti says 'I'm willing to try.'

Aerysen looks at A sign.

Wigoseth climbs onto the red horse.

Aerysen nods.

Ayinti looks at A sign.

Aerysen speaks 'A rematch of the melee then!'

Foggledonk climbs onto the blue horse.

Aerysen looks at A sign.

Dothemman whispers something to Foggledonk.

Ayinti says 'Or...'

Bonfo starts calculating betting odds

The Games Master says 'For the next joust, we have Wigoseth riding the red horse and Foggledonk riding the blue horse!'

The Games Master says 'The rules! One point shall be awarded for a broken lance tip, two points awarded for a shattered lance, and three points awarded for knocking an opponent from his horse!'

Aerysen shows his approval by clapping his hands together.

Aerysen speaks 'Battle of the gnomes!'

The Games Master says 'There shall be three rounds. The contestant with the best score at the end of the three rounds shall be declared the winner. Best of luck to both of you!'

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

Foggledonk wiggles his bottom.

Trillian says 'Oh dear.'

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

A thunderous sound rings out as the lance of Wigoseth strikes directly on the head of Foggledonk and sends them flying off their horse! Foggledonk lands in the dirt with a thud.
The Games Master says 'A savage blow! For knocking an opponent from their horse, three points are awarded to head!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Wigoseth: 3 and Foggledonk: 0.'
The Games Master says 'The contestants are now preparing for Round 2 of 3...'

Ayinti's bubble shimmers, then fades away.

Aerysen speaks 'WOW!'
Trillian says 'I do hope they are okay... as weak to blunt trauma as their people are.'

Dothemman cringes in terror!

Bonfo winces in agony.

Trillian gasps in astonishment.

Foggledonk gallantly tips his hat to Wigoseth.

Wigoseth gallantly tips his hat.

Ayinti starts to move in slow motion.

Bonfo says 'Aim for the family jewels Foggle.'
Aerysen looks at A sign.

The contestants regain their stamina and ready their mounts for another pass.

Trillian says to Aerysen 'No barrier allowed in jousting then, I suppose?'
The bustling crowd looks down onto the field, murmurs and wagers abound.

Dothemman peers around himself intently.

Aerysen lets out a hearty laugh.

As the jousters trot their horses into position, a hush comes over the crowd.

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

Trillian utters the words, 'oculoinfra uizug'.

Avenar says 'Barrier shall do no good!'

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Wigoseth braces their lance, and strikes at the body of Foggledonk, breaking off a tip of the lance!
The Games Master says 'A broken tip! One point is awarded to body!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Wigoseth: 4 and Foggledonk: 0.'
The Games Master says 'The contestants are now preparing for Round 3 of 3...'

Aerysen speaks 'Wow, Wigoseth. Yer quite good at this.'

Foggledonk says 'I am humbled.'

Wigoseth flexes his muscles...what a stud!?!

Wigoseth says 'And I have never done this before!'

Wigoseth giggles.

Trillian says 'A natural born talent!'

Dothemman says 'Wigoseth is more formidable than I anticipated.'

The contestants regain their stamina and ready their mounts for another pass.

Aerysen begins a drumbeat with his hands and feet... BOOM BOOM CHA... BOOM BOOM CHA.

The bustling crowd looks down onto the field, murmurs and wagers abound.

Avenar cheers and sings... he is just BURSTING with joy!

As the jousters trot their horses into position, a hush comes over the crowd.

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

Trillian says 'Foggie you a bad gnome, big pants ridin''

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Foggledonk nods at Trillian.

Foggledonk braces their lance, and strikes at the shield of Wigoseth, breaking off a tip of the lance!
The Games Master says 'A broken tip! One point is awarded to shield!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Wigoseth: 4 and Foggledonk: 1.'
The Games Master says 'That concludes the contest! Please congratulate your winner: Wigoseth!'

Trillian says 'Gotta study later, because you've lost while ridin''

Wigoseth says 'Ouch.'

Aerysen speaks 'Eyyy, there we go Foggie.'

Wigoseth says 'That hurt.'

Trillian whistles appreciatively.

Dothemman says 'Well played Wigoseth.'

Foggledonk throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!

Wigoseth says 'But, wait, did I win?'

Wigoseth dances wildly before you!

Aerysen speaks 'Ye don't have to do a naked lap now.'

Foggledonk nods at Wigoseth.

Trillian says 'No shut outs heeeeerrrrreeee.'

Wigoseth sends Ayinti across the room dancing.

Foggledonk blushes.

Ayinti climbs onto the blue horse.

Aerysen nods.

Aerysen climbs onto the red horse.

Trillian utters the words, 'wuffaf uwaoz'.
A mirror image of Trillian appears beside him!
A mirror image of Trillian appears beside him!
A mirror image of Trillian appears beside him!

Ayinti looks at A sign.

Aerysen nods at Ayinti.

Trillian gasps in astonishment.

Trillian says 'What are you all doing here.'

Aerysen lets out a hearty laugh.

Aerysen looks at A sign.

Trillian looks at A sign.

Wigoseth bows his head in worship of Kedaleam.

Aerysen speaks 'Are ye ready then, War Scholar?'

Ayinti nods.

Ayinti says 'Aye.'

Dothemman snickers softly.

The Games Master says 'For the next joust, we have Aerysen riding the red horse and Ayinti riding the blue horse!'

The Games Master says 'The rules! One point shall be awarded for a broken lance tip, two points awarded for a shattered lance, and three points awarded for knocking an opponent from his horse!'

The Games Master says 'There shall be three rounds. The contestant with the best score at the end of the three rounds shall be declared the winner. Best of luck to both of you!'

One Trillian whispers 'Ayinti'

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

Kedaleam slowly fades into existence.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Wigoseth must like Kedaleam a great deal to beam at him so broadly!

A second Trillian says 'Ayinti'

Kedaleam says 'How does one exactly aim for a head or body of a gnome?'

The lances of the two riders glance off each other harmlessly as the horses fly past.
The Games Master says 'No points for this round!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Aerysen: 0 and Ayinti: 0.'
The Games Master says 'The contestants are now preparing for Round 2 of 3...'

Kedaleam says 'Whilst riding a horse?'
Aerysen smirks at Ayinti's saying.

A third Trillian yells 'AYINTI'

Wigoseth says to Kedaleam 'Master!'

Wigoseth kneels in front of Kedaleam humbly.

The contestants regain their stamina and ready their mounts for another pass.

The bustling crowd looks down onto the field, murmurs and wagers abound.

Dothemman says 'Well see how well this Researcher of Warfare has been paying attention.'

As the jousters trot their horses into position, a hush comes over the crowd.

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Ayinti snorts derisively.

Aerysen braces their lance, and strikes at the shield of Ayinti, breaking off a tip of the lance!
The Games Master says 'A broken tip! One point is awarded to shield!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Aerysen: 1 and Ayinti: 0.'
The Games Master says 'The contestants are now preparing for Round 3 of 3...'

Trillian says to Kedaleam 'The same way one skewers a sausage I imagine.'

Dothemman scoffs at the idea being presented.

Trillian says to Kedaleam 'Point, prick, pray.'

Bonfo adjust his gambling tables

Ayinti's bubble shimmers, then fades away.

Kedaleam chuckles at Trillian's joke.

The contestants regain their stamina and ready their mounts for another pass.

The bustling crowd looks down onto the field, murmurs and wagers abound.

Aerysen tosses his broken lance and acquires a new one from a squire that appears out of nowhere.

As the jousters trot their horses into position, a hush comes over the crowd.

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Dothemman nods at Aerysen.

The lances of the two riders glance off each other harmlessly as the horses fly past.
The Games Master says 'No points for this round!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Aerysen: 1 and Ayinti: 0.'
The Games Master says 'That concludes the contest! Please congratulate your winner: Aerysen!'

Ayinti starts to move in slow motion.

Trillian whistles appreciatively.
Dothemman says 'Far too predictable.'

Aerysen says to Ayinti 'We are of like mind, my friend.'

Dothemman chuckles politely.

Ayinti nods.

Foggledonk leans in closer.

Aerysen speaks 'Well fought.'

Aerysen closes his eyes momentarily.

Aerysen closes his eyes momentarily.

Three Trillians rise and fall in rippling motion as if evoking some natural phenomenon you cannot quite put your finger on.

Foggledonk wears the Nature's Peace defender shield as a shield.

Bonfo looks at A sign.

Aerysen speaks 'Who has still to go then?'

Aerysen speaks 'High Herald?'

Trillian says 'Oh, I could never.'

A soft buzz of words hangs in the air around Trillian.

The third Trillian says, 'I could!'

Dothemman looks at Trillian.

Trillian climbs onto the red horse.

Aerysen stands behind one of Trillian's duplicates and badly ventriloquates, 'Sure you could!'

Bonfo shows his approval by clapping his hands together.

Trillian looks at A sign.

Aerysen climbs onto the blue horse.

Aerysen speaks 'Well ye all took so long!'

Avenar holds up a sign that says Trillians Ride to Victory!

Aerysen winks at Trillian.

The Games Master says 'For the next joust, we have Trillian riding the red horse and Aerysen riding the blue horse!'

The Games Master says 'The rules! One point shall be awarded for a broken lance tip, two points awarded for a shattered lance, and three points awarded for knocking an opponent from his horse!'

The Games Master says 'There shall be three rounds. The contestant with the best score at the end of the three rounds shall be declared the winner. Best of luck to both of you!'

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

The lances of the two riders glance off each other harmlessly as the horses fly past.
The Games Master says 'No points for this round!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Trillian: 0 and Aerysen: 0.'
The Games Master says 'The contestants are now preparing for Round 2 of 3...'

Ayinti glances at Kedaleam.

Right for the head... He was always arrogant. Such a Trillian.

Aerysen lets out a hearty laugh.

Ayinti looks at Trillian.

The barely audible hum within the room drops into silence.

Aerysen tosses his perfectly good lance away and acquires another one from a squire that appears out of nowhere.
The contestants regain their stamina and ready their mounts for another pass.

The bustling crowd looks down onto the field, murmurs and wagers abound.

As the jousters trot their horses into position, a hush comes over the crowd.

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Aerysen braces their lance, and strikes at the shield of Trillian, breaking off a tip of the lance!
The Games Master says 'A broken tip! One point is awarded to shield!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Trillian: 0 and Aerysen: 1.'
The Games Master says 'The contestants are now preparing for Round 3 of 3...'

All Trillians burst out in laughter.

Dothemman says 'Come on Trillian!'

Avenar notices a random person in the crowd who holds up a sign that reads 'SAUSAGE FOR SALE'

Aerysen speaks 'Ooo... sausage ye say?'

Bonfo says 'Sausage?!'

The contestants regain their stamina and ready their mounts for another pass.

Wigoseth utters the words, 'qcandusahz yaae'.
A string of sausages suddenly appears.
A string of sausages suddenly appears.

The bustling crowd looks down onto the field, murmurs and wagers abound.

As the jousters trot their horses into position, a hush comes over the crowd.

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

The mounted Trillian swivels his head. 'Sausages?!'

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Bonfo gets a string of sausages.
Trillian braces their lance, and strikes at the shield of Aerysen, breaking off a tip of the lance!
The Games Master says 'A broken tip! One point is awarded to shield!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Trillian: 1 and Aerysen: 1.'
The Games Master says 'That concludes the contest! We have a tie! Both Trillian and Aerysen competed with valour!'

Ayinti glances at Bonfo.

Bonfo eats a string of sausages.

Avenar drops a sausage cart.

Dothemman smirks.

Aerysen whistles appreciatively.

Aerysen speaks 'It seems the Pen is as mighty as the Sword.'

Ayinti glances at Dothemman.

Aerysen claps at Trillian's performance.

Trillian gasps in astonishment.

Bonfo says 'I knew it would be in safe hands!'

Wigoseth says 'Distracted by the sausage. '

Foggledonk looks at a sausage cart.
Foggledonk looks in a sausage cart.

Avenar looks at a sausage cart.
Avenar looks in a sausage cart.

Aerysen speaks 'On that note.'

Aerysen gets a sausage cart.
Aerysen grunts as he begins to struggle with his belongings.
Trillian says 'I'm surprised.'

Aerysen drops a sausage cart.
Aerysen looks relieved as he begins to manage his belongings.

Ayinti looks at a sausage cart.
Ayinti looks in a sausage cart.

Wigoseth looks in a sausage cart.

Ayinti's bubble shimmers, then fades away.

Aerysen gets a string of sausages.

Aerysen eats a string of sausages.

Dothemman dismounts from a nightmare.

Trillian says to himself 'Have you been skipping band practice? When did you learn to ride thusly?'

Dothemman stands at a sausage cart.

Wigoseth climbs onto the red horse.

Avenar says 'Aerysen took my cart!'

Bonfo says 'I'm glad I entrusted it to the right people.'

Aerysen lets out a hearty laugh.

Trillian looks at a sausage cart.

Bonfo twirls his moustache.

Aerysen closes his eyes momentarily.
Aerysen bows his head and is filled with a virtuous light.

Aerysen speaks 'I got real greedy... I won't lie.'

Dothemman mounts a nightmare.

Avenar looks at a sausage cart.
Avenar looks in a sausage cart.

Trillian giggles.

Dothemman sighs.

Trillian says to Aerysen 'You had reason to be confident.'

Dothemman says 'I'm hungrywho.'

Bonfo eats a string of sausages.

Avenar says 'I'll have to fix t hat.'

Trillian says to Aerysen 'They are a pack of fools, those three.'

Ayinti looks at a blue Asc'Liena stallion.

Dothemman says 'Excuse me.'

Foggledonk says 'I've seen a sausage cart like that before.'

Dothemman rides south on a nightmare.

Dothemman rides in on a nightmare.

Avenar gets a sausage cart.

Wigoseth says 'Aerysen?'

Aerysen says to Trillian 'Aye, but more foolish is the one that listens to them.'

Ayinti scans all around.

Foggledonk says 'Is that from the late Dwiggans?'

Trillian is released by Trillian!
Trillian slowly fades away.

Trillian is released by Trillian!
Trillian slowly fades away.

Trillian is released by Trillian!
Trillian slowly fades away.

Aerysen speaks 'I've already jousted twice over now.'

Aerysen speaks 'Let another have a go.'

Trillian cracks his neck in relief.

Wigoseth nods.

Dothemman says 'Bonfo?'

Dothemman says 'Care for a rematch?'

Bonfo says 'I negotiated the cart to be in safe hands on Dwiggan's behalf.'

Wigoseth says 'I am already a-horse. '

Wigoseth snickers softly.

Trillian says to Aerysen 'Well, I am the King after all. It's only fitting.'

Bonfo climbs onto the blue horse.

Bonfo salutes Wigoseth

Foggledonk says to Bonfo 'Ah. I know you and Dwiggans were fast friends.'

Aerysen says to Trillian 'Of High Heralds and Executors, who reigns supreme? Sounds like a fittin' title fer such events.'

The Games Master says 'For the next joust, we have Wigoseth riding the red horse and Bonfo riding the blue horse!'

The Games Master says 'The rules! One point shall be awarded for a broken lance tip, two points awarded for a shattered lance, and three points awarded for knocking an opponent from his horse!'

The Games Master says 'There shall be three rounds. The contestant with the best score at the end of the three rounds shall be declared the winner. Best of luck to both of you!'

Ayinti glances at herself.

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Aerysen closes his eyes momentarily and nods at Ayinti.

Bonfo braces their lance, and strikes at the shield of Wigoseth, breaking off a tip of the lance!
The Games Master says 'A broken tip! One point is awarded to shield!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Wigoseth: 0 and Bonfo: 1.'
The Games Master says 'The contestants are now preparing for Round 2 of 3...'

Aerysen closes his eyes momentarily and nods at Ayinti.

Dothemman nods.

Bonfo twirls his moustache.

Wigoseth blinks innocently.

Trillian gives a round of applause.

Aerysen shows his approval by clapping his hands together.

Aerysen speaks 'It was the Moustache alone.'

Dothemman whispers something to Bonfo.

Aerysen looks at A sign.

The contestants regain their stamina and ready their mounts for another pass.

Ayinti starts to move in slow motion.

The bustling crowd looks down onto the field, murmurs and wagers abound.

As the jousters trot their horses into position, a hush comes over the crowd.

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Trillian says 'The stache distracts the opponent creates openings for the man.'

Bonfo says 'I am my Moustache, my Moustache is I.'

Dothemman nods.

The lance of Bonfo smashes into the shield of Wigoseth with a loud crack, sending a shower of wooden splinters into the air!
The Games Master says 'A shattered lance! Two points are awarded to Bonfo!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Wigoseth: 0 and Bonfo: 3.'
The Games Master says 'The contestants are now preparing for Round 3 of 3...'

Dothemman shows his approval by clapping his hands together.

Wigoseth blinks innocently.
Aerysen whistles appreciatively.

Trillian nods.

Trillian nods.

Bonfo cracks his neck

Dothemman says 'Well played.'

Trillian says 'A massive disadvantage. You can do it Wigo!'

The contestants regain their stamina and ready their mounts for another pass.

The bustling crowd looks down onto the field, murmurs and wagers abound.

As the jousters trot their horses into position, a hush comes over the crowd.

Dothemman says 'Care to make a wager, Trillian?'

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Aerysen starts to drum... BOOM BOOM CHA... BOOM BOOM CHA

Trillian says 'Always!'

Bonfo braces their lance, and strikes at the shield of Wigoseth, breaking off a tip of the lance!
The Games Master says 'A broken tip! One point is awarded to shield!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Wigoseth: 0 and Bonfo: 4.'
The Games Master says 'That concludes the contest! Please congratulate your winner: Bonfo!'

Dothemman says 'You lose!'

Wigoseth snaps his fingers.

Aerysen speaks 'Alright, Wigoseth.'

Wigoseth says 'So I do.'

Trillian says 'Too late.'

Aerysen speaks 'The naked lap begins.'

Wigoseth snickers softly.

Wigoseth bows his head in worship of Kedaleam.
Aerysen slaps Bonfo on the back on a job well done.

Trillian feints with disappointment

Bonfo twirls his moustache.

Wigoseth says 'You, Bonfo and I are tied for the lead?'

Aerysen speaks 'Well, I have one victory and one tie.'

Aerysen speaks 'And Bonfo has one victory and one tie.'

Dothemman whispers something to Trillian.

Wigoseth says 'So do I, and so does Bonfo.'

Wigoseth snickers softly.

Bonfo says 'I have the same I believe.'

Bonfo nods.

Aerysen speaks 'Wigoseth, I believe has one Victory and one Defeat.'

Wigoseth says 'Oh.'

Wigoseth says 'Right.'

Wigoseth says 'The two of you go.'

Wigoseth bonks himself and grimaces in pain.

Aerysen speaks 'So, Dothemman and Trillian must go next.'

Dothemman dismounts from a nightmare.

Aerysen speaks 'As Trillian and Dothemman both have one tie.'

Dothemman climbs onto the red horse.

Dothemman nods.

Dothemman says 'I am ready.'

Trillian whispers something to Dothemman.

Dothemman blows kisses to the crowd.

Trillian says 'I'm afraid the jousting Trillians have already departed.'

Aerysen watches as a baby starts to cry from the crowd.

Aerysen winks at Dothemman.

Trillian says 'I'm afraid the jousting Trillians have already departed.'

Dothemman says 'Prepare to joust, Trillian!'

Wigoseth says 'A victory by concession.'

Wigoseth snickers softly.

Trillian says 'I could never!'

Aerysen speaks 'We will be yer crowd, Trillian.'

Aerysen speaks 'We believe in ye!'

Aerysen closes his eyes momentarily.

Trillian says 'Oh very well.'

Aerysen closes his eyes momentarily.

Trillian says 'I suppose I did win a duel today!'

Trillian hitches up his britches.

Trillian climbs onto the blue horse.

The Games Master says 'For the next joust, we have Dothemman riding the red horse and Trillian riding the blue horse!'

Aerysen closes his eyes momentarily.

Aerysen closes his eyes momentarily.
Dothemman nods.

The Games Master says 'The rules! One point shall be awarded for a broken lance tip, two points awarded for a shattered lance, and three points awarded for knocking an opponent from his horse!'

The Games Master says 'There shall be three rounds. The contestant with the best score at the end of the three rounds shall be declared the winner. Best of luck to both of you!'

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Dothemman winks at Aerysen.

Ayinti's bubble shimmers, then fades away.

A soft buzz of words hangs in the air around Trillian.

Trillian braces their lance, and strikes at the body of Dothemman, breaking off a tip of the lance!
The Games Master says 'A broken tip! One point is awarded to body!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Dothemman: 0 and Trillian: 1.'
The Games Master says 'The contestants are now preparing for Round 2 of 3...'

Dothemman grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Trillian hums merrily.

Dothemman says 'A lucky strike.'

Aerysen speaks 'Ah yes... flawless technique...'

Trillian's horse changes into a pink UNICORN and Avenar chuckles at the sight.

The contestants regain their stamina and ready their mounts for another pass.

Foggledonk disappears into the void.
Ayinti starts to move in slow motion.

Aerysen closes his eyes momentarily.

The bustling crowd looks down onto the field, murmurs and wagers abound.

Aerysen gasps in astonishment.

Bonfo says 'Sabsuka sure did teach you well...'

Trillian says 'It isn't that I am so talented. Merely that he is so predictable.'

As the jousters trot their horses into position, a hush comes over the crowd.

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

Foggledonk has returned from the void.
Foggledonk's eyes widen with excitement.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

The lances of the two riders glance off each other harmlessly as the horses fly past.
The Games Master says 'No points for this round!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Dothemman: 0 and Trillian: 1.'
The Games Master says 'The contestants are now preparing for Round 3 of 3...'

Dothemman grimaces painfully at the thought.

Aerysen speaks with a rolling lilt 'Ah!! the tension is killin' me.'

Aerysen speaks 'The match hangs on a thread.'

Foggledonk rubs his hands together in anticipation.

The contestants regain their stamina and ready their mounts for another pass.

Dothemman nods.

The bustling crowd looks down onto the field, murmurs and wagers abound.

As the jousters trot their horses into position, a hush comes over the crowd.

Trillian closes his eyes as his lance waivers in mid-air.

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

The lances of the two riders glance off each other harmlessly as the horses fly past.
The Games Master says 'No points for this round!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Dothemman: 0 and Trillian: 1.'
The Games Master says 'That concludes the contest! Please congratulate your winner: Trillian!'

Trillian throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!

The barely audible hum within the room drops into silence.

Trillian says 'So very predictable.'

Dothemman says 'Unbelievable.'

Trillian hums merrily.

Aerysen speaks 'And that be three of us with one victory and one tie.'

Dothemman bows before Trillian.

Aerysen speaks 'Bonfo, Trillian, and M'Self.'

Bonfo twirls his moustache.

Dothemman says 'You are the most noble knight that I have faced.'

Aerysen speaks 'Despite that, I still want to see a Dothemman Bonfo rematch.'

Wigoseth utters the words, 'oculoinfra uizug'.

Wigoseth utters the words, 'zuouraiqz'.

Bonfo climbs onto the blue horse.

Dothemman says 'Are you taking notes, Ayinti?'

Wigoseth utters the words, 'abrazak'.

Wigoseth looks at Kedaleam.

Trillian says to Dothemman 'Why thank you!'

Dothemman says 'Trillian is a treasure and you must serve him well.'

Ayinti adjusts her spectacles slightly.

Ayinti says 'Yes.'

Trillian looks about to be certain we are all speaking of the same Trillian.

Dothemman says 'Bonfo?'

Bonfo says 'Come Dothemman, fate is calling you.'

Bonfo twirls his moustache.

Dothemman climbs onto the red horse.

Dothemman nods.

Trillian says 'My friends, I am afraid I must retire.'

Aerysen nods.

Ayinti nods at Dothemman.

Trillian says to Aerysen 'This was a positive joy.'

Wigoseth gallantly tips his hat to Trillian.

Now streaming Far Above Serin.

Now streaming Ayinti.

The Grand Arena
You find yourself within a massive oval structure that towers around a
pristine dirt field in its center. The oval is full of steps and seats for
onlookers to come and watch the events below. Even when a battle isn't
taking place, you find you can almost hear the clash of steel on steel. A
soft zephyr blows through the stands, pulling up some dust from the field
and tossing it high into the air. At the top of the stadium, banners of
Valour's colors flutter gently in the breeze. It is a relaxing sound and
stands in stark contrast to what unfolds in the dust below.

[Exits: south]
A sign about jousting is here.
Foggledonk is here.
A large, black mare is here, engulfed in flames.
Dothemman is here.
Kedaleam is here.
Ayinti is here.
(Yellow Aura) Trillian is here.
Bonfo is here.
A large stallion with a strange blue coat is here, hooves looking a little dirty.
(Charmed) (White Aura) A white quartz tiger is here, quietly serving its master.
Aerysen is here.
Wigoseth is here.
Avenar is here.
(White Aura) The Games Master is here.

Trillian says 'Ayinti, do record any festivities that continue?'

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

Trillian says 'Many thanks, dear.'

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Trillian bows before Aerysen.

The lances of the two riders glance off each other harmlessly as the horses fly past.
The Games Master says 'No points for this round!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Dothemman: 0 and Bonfo: 0.'
The Games Master says 'The contestants are now preparing for Round 2 of 3...'

Trillian waves happily.

Aerysen bows before Trillian.

Aerysen speaks 'Many thanks, my friend.'

Foggledonk utters the words, 'hiqahz abyzqh'.
Dothemman grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Bonfo winces in agony.

Trillian utters the words, 'xafe ay candusqarr'.
A ray of light from above envelops Trillian.
Trillian disappears.

Aerysen mounts a blue Asc'Liena stallion.

The contestants regain their stamina and ready their mounts for another pass.

The bustling crowd looks down onto the field, murmurs and wagers abound.

As the jousters trot their horses into position, a hush comes over the crowd.

Dothemman says 'This time, you will take a seat in the dirt.'

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

Aerysen speaks 'Ooooooooooooo.'

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Bonfo says 'I'm too small for such things.'

Aerysen brushes some salt off of the shoulder of Dothemman.

Bonfo twirls his moustache.

The lances of the two riders glance off each other harmlessly as the horses fly past.
The Games Master says 'No points for this round!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Dothemman: 0 and Bonfo: 0.'
The Games Master says 'The contestants are now preparing for Round 3 of 3...'

Bonfo winces in agony.

Wigoseth lets out a hearty laugh.

Dothemman grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Ayinti's bubble shimmers, then fades away.

Wigoseth says 'On that note, good luck finalists.'

Wigoseth says 'I take leave.'

Wigoseth bows deeply.

Aerysen nods at Wigoseth.

The contestants regain their stamina and ready their mounts for another pass.

Wigoseth utters the words, 'xafe ay candusqarr'.
A ray of light from above envelops Wigoseth.
Wigoseth disappears.

The bustling crowd looks down onto the field, murmurs and wagers abound.

As the jousters trot their horses into position, a hush comes over the crowd.

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

The lances of the two riders glance off each other harmlessly as the horses fly past.
The Games Master says 'No points for this round!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Dothemman: 0 and Bonfo: 0.'
The Games Master says 'That concludes the contest! We have a tie! Both Dothemman and Bonfo competed with valour!'

Dothemman says 'Impossible.'

Bonfo buries his face in his palm with a heavy sigh.

Aerysen lets out a hearty laugh.

Foggledonk throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!

Aerysen speaks 'I'm amazed m'self.'

Aerysen speaks 'Both of yer consistency is beyond me.'

Bonfo says 'I should have been riding in the nude I fear.'

Dothemman nods.

Aerysen speaks 'Just like on yer cloak.'

Foggledonk says 'Another rematch!'

Bonfo pats his ample belly.

Bonfo nods.

Dothemman says 'Again?'

Aerysen speaks 'Agreed!'

Bonfo says 'Again!'

Dothemman climbs onto the blue horse.

Aerysen speaks 'Another, there needs to be a winner between the two of ye, Heavens be Had.'

Bonfo climbs onto the red horse.

The Games Master says 'For the next joust, we have Bonfo riding the red horse and Dothemman riding the blue horse!'

Aerysen speaks 'Switch horses if ye haven't already, maybe that'll help it along.'

The Games Master says 'The rules! One point shall be awarded for a broken lance tip, two points awarded for a shattered lance, and three points awarded for knocking an opponent from his horse!'

Dothemman says 'We have.'

The Games Master says 'There shall be three rounds. The contestant with the best score at the end of the three rounds shall be declared the winner. Best of luck to both of you!'

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

Dothemman says 'And we will have a victor.'

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Dothemman braces their lance, and strikes at the body of Bonfo, breaking off a tip of the lance!
The Games Master says 'A broken tip! One point is awarded to body!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Bonfo: 0 and Dothemman: 1.'
The Games Master says 'The contestants are now preparing for Round 2 of 3...'

Bonfo winces in agony.

Dothemman throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!

Aerysen speaks 'Ah, at last, a point is scored.'

Ayinti starts to move in slow motion.

The contestants regain their stamina and ready their mounts for another pass.

Dothemman says 'Come Bonfo!'

The bustling crowd looks down onto the field, murmurs and wagers abound.

As the jousters trot their horses into position, a hush comes over the crowd.

Bonfo says 'Have at you Dothemman!'

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

The lances of the two riders glance off each other harmlessly as the horses fly past.
The Games Master says 'No points for this round!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Bonfo: 0 and Dothemman: 1.'
The Games Master says 'The contestants are now preparing for Round 3 of 3...'

Dothemman grins evilly.

Dothemman says 'Taking notes, Aerysen?'

Dothemman winks at Aerysen.

Aerysen quickly hides his ink and quill.

Aerysen speaks '.... No....'

Avenar lets out a hearty laugh.

The contestants regain their stamina and ready their mounts for another pass.

The bustling crowd looks down onto the field, murmurs and wagers abound.

As the jousters trot their horses into position, a hush comes over the crowd.

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

A soft buzz of words hangs in the air around Foggledonk.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Foggledonk bows his head in worship of Vanisse.

Bonfo braces their lance, and strikes at the head of Dothemman, breaking off a tip of the lance!
The Games Master says 'A broken tip! One point is awarded to head!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Bonfo: 1 and Dothemman: 1.'
The Games Master says 'That concludes the contest! We have a tie! Both Bonfo and Dothemman competed with valour!'

Aerysen lets out a hearty laugh.

Dothemman sighs.

Bonfo buries his face in his palm with a heavy sigh.

Foggledonk gasps in astonishment.

Foggledonk says 'You are truly equals.'
Dothemman says 'Sabsuka, grant me strength.'

Aerysen speaks 'I'm astonished. Ne'er have I seen two so evenly matched.'

Bonfo says 'I have never felt so low.'

Aerysen closes his eyes momentarily.
Aerysen bows his head and is filled with a virtuous light.

Dothemman says 'Bonfo, we settle this?'

Bonfo says 'And I am quite short, so that is saying something.'

Bonfo nods.

Bonfo twirls his moustache.

Bonfo stops using a rising sun banner.
Bonfo removes a dragonblood silver-grey signet of evisceration from his finger.
Bonfo removes a dragonwing silver-grey signet of homing from his finger.
Bonfo removes a black plate neckguard from his neck.
Bonfo removes a black plate neckguard from his neck.
Bonfo removes a torso of bronze dragonscale from his torso.
Bonfo removes a bronze dragon skull from his head.
Bonfo grunts as he begins to struggle with his belongings.
Bonfo removes some leggings of bronze dragonscale from his legs.
Bonfo removes a pair of boots of conquest from his feet.
Bonfo slips a bronze dragon's claws off his hands.
Bonfo removes some sleeves of bronze dragonscale from his arms.
Bonfo unwraps some smelly furs from around his body.
Bonfo unbuckles a superior golden girth of perfection and removes it from his waist.
Bonfo removes a bracer of dark thorns from around his wrist.
Bonfo looks relieved as he begins to manage his belongings.
Bonfo removes a bracer of dark thorns from around his wrist.
Bonfo stops wielding a jagged frosted dagger.
Bonfo stops holding white throwing knives in his hand.
Bonfo retrieves an immutable ioun from next to him and puts it away.

Dothemman climbs onto the red horse.

Dothemman nods.

Bonfo says 'I ride in the nude, pure as a baby.'

Dothemman says 'Bring whatever tricks you have.'

Bonfo climbs onto the blue horse.

The barely audible hum within the room drops into silence.

Aerysen speaks 'Bonfo, ye know yer not allowed to bring two lances to the..... oh wait...'

Aerysen closes his eyes momentarily.

Aerysen closes his eyes momentarily.

Foggledonk laughs at Aerysen's joke.

Bonfo says 'My moustache isn't the only thing that is impressive.'

Dothemman shakes his head.

The Games Master says 'For the next joust, we have Dothemman riding the red horse and Bonfo riding the blue horse!'

The Games Master says 'The rules! One point shall be awarded for a broken lance tip, two points awarded for a shattered lance, and three points awarded for knocking an opponent from his horse!'

Foggledonk says 'That's more manhood than I've seen on some giants.'

The Games Master says 'There shall be three rounds. The contestant with the best score at the end of the three rounds shall be declared the winner. Best of luck to both of you!'

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Foggledonk says 'Not that I've seen a lot of giant manhood...'

Dothemman braces their lance, and strikes at the shield of Bonfo, breaking off a tip of the lance!
The Games Master says 'A broken tip! One point is awarded to shield!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Dothemman: 1 and Bonfo: 0.'
The Games Master says 'The contestants are now preparing for Round 2 of 3...'

Aerysen peers intently at Foggledonk.

Dothemman grins evilly.

Dothemman says 'Here we go.'

Foggledonk snickers softly.

Event "A Tournament of Valour" is over!

The contestants regain their stamina and ready their mounts for another pass.

The bustling crowd looks down onto the field, murmurs and wagers abound.

Aerysen yells 'Not quite yet it isn't!!'

As the jousters trot their horses into position, a hush comes over the crowd.

Ayinti's bubble shimmers, then fades away.

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Bonfo braces their lance, and strikes at the body of Dothemman, breaking off a tip of the lance!
The Games Master says 'A broken tip! One point is awarded to body!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Dothemman: 1 and Bonfo: 1.'
The Games Master says 'The contestants are now preparing for Round 3 of 3...'

Dothemman grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Bonfo twirls his moustache.

Aerysen speaks 'AHHH!!!!'

Foggledonk lets out a hearty laugh.

The contestants regain their stamina and ready their mounts for another pass.

Aerysen speaks 'Wait... is that a second moustache that Bonfo has styled on his... bah never mind. I'll just keep avertin' my eyes.'

The bustling crowd looks down onto the field, murmurs and wagers abound.

As the jousters trot their horses into position, a hush comes over the crowd.

The horses stand firm at opposite ends of the large field.

Foggledonk says 'This is the best entertainment I've seen in years.'

Ayinti starts to move in slow motion.

A trumpet sounds and in a flurry of hooves and dust, the two horses charge towards each other!

Ayinti says 'All this talk about manhood.'

Ayinti buries her face in her palm with a heavy sigh.

Bonfo says 'I'm not called the master of it for nothing.'

The lance of Bonfo smashes into the body of Dothemman with a loud crack, sending a shower of wooden splinters into the air!
The Games Master says 'A shattered lance! Two points are awarded to Bonfo!'
The Games Master says 'The score is now Dothemman: 1 and Bonfo: 3.'
The Games Master says 'That concludes the contest! Please congratulate your winner: Bonfo!'

A woman in the crowd shouts I touched Bonfo's moustache! and Avenar shakes his head.

Aerysen speaks 'And there it is!!'

Dothemman says 'NOOOOOOOOOOO.'

Foggledonk slaps Bonfo on the back on a job well done.

Bonfo kisses his biceps

Aerysen speaks 'Done naked as the day he was born.'

Aerysen slaps Bonfo on the back on a job well done.

Dothemman sighs.

Dothemman says 'Well played, Bonfo.'

Aerysen speaks 'Well, Dothemman. Does this mean yer Oath is sworn to Bonfo then?'

Bonfo says 'Like a true Keeper, I need no equipment to win.'

Dothemman says 'I agreed to swear an oath to the winner of this contest.'

Foggledonk says 'What will Sabsuka say?'

Dothemman says 'What would you ask of me?'

Bonfo says 'Kneel before Bonfo, my pet.'

Dothemman kneels in front of Bonfo humbly.

Aerysen looks at Bonfo.

Aerysen speaks 'Umm.. Dothemman... careful of the lower moustache...'

Dothemman shakes his head.

A giant sign appears in the crowd that reads Moustache Always Wins and Avenar nods in agreement.

Aerysen lets out a hearty laugh.

Bonfo says 'This is how we maintain balance, through power and guile.'

Aerysen speaks 'It was a good tournament... and I thank all of ye fer attendin', and mostly the Oracle Avenar fer makin' it possible.'

Dothemman says 'So be it.'

Avenar says 'Thank you all for participating.'

Foggledonk thanks Aerysen heartily.

Foggledonk thanks Avenar heartily.