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In the middle of the festival was an area enclosed by tribunes. There many people already took seat for the first event of the day. An announcer stood on top of a small stage overlooking the arena, talking to the folks the same way Angus did. It was some sort of magic that was implemented for sure."We have a mighty spectacle ready for you fine folks!" He cried out to the audience who seemed eager to get going. Some of them were already drunk!

"The ancient art of jousting is a true sight to behold. It takes strength, precision and wits to become victorious here! All the markings of the knight on a white horse are to be found here! Let us not waste any more time! Here is the roster!"

A large map rolled down from the stage the announcer was on. It proclaimed the flags and trees of all nations and hedge knights as well as their names and who they would fight.

Meanwhile in the resting area for the participants there was a Poison Dusk Lizardman feeding his mount some disgusting looking meat. The Poison Dusk Lizardman looked frail in comparison of his mount. He had a dirty yellow-ish skin colour and great buldging green eyes. He softly hissed after taking each breath. The "knight" wore a steel breastplate and leather trousers, nothing more. His weapon was a thick wide lance, completely white. It looked like a giant bone. His name was Viskrig Boneshatter, or so the name on the flag outside proclaimed.

Looks like the Lizard would ride a Swamp Drake into battle. It was a massive dragonic beast with horns and thick black scales. Judging by the size of it the beast was not meant to be speedy, but more meant for stability when enduring blows.
Fella entered the arena's grounds, a large, wolf-like beast coming to stand beside him, its shoulder resting across from Fella's chest. The beast's form was wide and stocky, its legs thickened with tawny fur and muscle. The beast's mane of fur was thick near the neck and back, thinning near the rump. Its ears perked upward, as its snout offers a few sniffs.

Within Fella's right gauntlet, a wheel-hilted lance was grasped, its length shorter than most lances, but its edge thicker. The tip comes to a thick point, its metal made of a dull, white crystal. Fella's left hand planted a banner that was a ragged, white cloth, into the ground. The banner held no name.

Fella's square-helmet shifts to the left, then to the right, his form encased in the dull, white crystal armor. No light reflected off of it, and white cloth tatters hang from his armor, near the back.
And in rode the champion of the Ark! It was a kobold no doubt, but of a size not often seen in his kind. His armor consisted of bloodstained bone and a dark hued scaled leather. In one hand rested a massive bone, or at least for his size, that was likely to be used as a lance. A bundle of cloth was wrapped up around the tip, perhaps to make the weapon less deadly. His other hand held a shield covered in similar scales as his armor, that showed his clan's sigil.

His mount was a strange creature to say the least. The body of a small two-legged wyrm and the head of a rooster, with smoke rising from its nostrils whenever it wasn't loudly squawking about. The size and build of the mount seemed to emphasize raw speed and hitting power.

According to the map his name was Blüdgrog Gutcleaver of Clan Grimlance.
The crowd was getting restless. They wanted to see the chivalry the Grand Tournament had to offer. A few matches were announced, and the hedge knights and champions faced each other with both grace as well as strength. But the main attractions were of course the countries that were the most outlandish. The next duel was announced.

"From the distant swamps comes forth a mighty warrior upon a mighty steed! He has survived many adversaries and tamed the furious beast he rides with his bare hands! Give a mighty applause for Viskrig Boneshatter!" The applause Viskrig received as he trodded out to the field was mild at best, but his drake managed to get a couple of gasps at least.

"And his opponent, from the floating city of Ark'Halez comes forth the bravest of all of its denizens! He is not one to take lightly! Riding the mighty cockatrice comes Blüdgrog Gutcleaver of Clan Grimlance!"

A battle between two rather monstrous looking races would become an interesting one indeed. The audience was suddenly a lot more interested in the fight ahead. Viskrig hissed towards Blüdgrog."Food should not be allowed to ride food." Viskrig laughed, mocking his foe as he readied his lance.

Once this fight was done, though, another interesting one was about to happen. From the stables came forth a knight in shining armor from the city of Ellaram. Gandor the Magnificent was his name, and it seemed like the ladies were swooning over this one. He didn't wear a helmet and it allowed for his magnificent blonde hair to flow in the wind and his pretty smile to be shown.

"And his challenger shall be one from the depths of the crater! His origins? Unknown! His motives? Unknown either! He is a true mystery among the other knights, but I'm sure he will not disappoint! Give a grand applause for the mysterious Fella!"

The audience cheered at the crystal knight. This was bound to be a bout for the history books!
Fella's left sabaton placed itself upon the saddle of the wolf-like beast, swinging his right leg over the wide mount. Holding his lance upward, Fella's helmet shifted its gaze towards the knight. The wolf pads itself forward, before lifting its head upward, sniffing the air. Fella's left gauntlet grasps the wolf's mane, as the beast lifted its head upwards, a long, loud howl emitting from its throat.
The kobold let out a cackling, high pitched laugh at the comment his opponent made "At least Blüdgrog no need big beast to compensate for tiny lance." he replied, snorting all the way as he walked to his starting position and put his bone into position. His mount was already scraping at the ground. The cockatrice seemed rather active and impatient. Blüdgrog had to rein him in a few times as it wanted to make a leap for the audience.
Vos Valkear versus Ark'Halez

Viskrig's grin disappeared and turned into a snarl. This little bastard just insulted what little honour he had! As soon as the go was given the Vos Valkearian would charge for the Kobold. The swamp drake was not exactly fast. It started moving reluctantly but its stubby legs didn't go fast. However, Viskrig's lance looked like it would hurt upon contact either way. For a Poison Dusk, this Lizardman was quite muscled.

Ellaram vs Coronet

Gandor scoffed."Foul creature! I will defeat you for the glory of Ellaram and its fair maidens!" And with that his white horse charged over the field, his lance aimed for the crystal armored man's chest.
The cockatrice made a strong contrast to the drake. It might not look like much when it came to strength, but the thing was bloody fast! The moment the signal was given it shot off without even needing a command. All the while it let out a bloodcurdling, glass shattering squeel.

And then, moments before impact, the cockatrice spread its wings and made a leap. Not enough to be considered flying, but enough to even out the height difference whilst passing by. Mid-leap Blüdgrod didn't stab but swung his lance in an attempt to knock the Lizardman backwards and off his mount, aided by the downwards movement of the cockatrice's wings.
Fella's helm stared straight ahead, the beast he rode idly stepping forward, sniffing the ground. Fella's square-helm shifted towards the glorious knight, his gauntlet tightening upon the grip of the shortened lance. Fella's sabatons collide into the beast's sides, as the stout beast snarls before hunching its form and moving forward.

As the glorious knight traveled closer, the wolf-like beast snapped its jowls towards the horse. Its legs pushed off of the ground and it jumped to the side, its teeth moving to lock themselves upon the glorious knight's sabaton. Fella's form rocked with the sudden movement, before he stood up upon the wide back of the beast. His boots left trails of blood as his form rapidly moves towards the beast's snout, pushing off of it. His gauntlet pulls back and the short lance was thrust forward, as he lands, aiming to hit the glorious knight under his lance holding arm. His knees would collide into the horse's side.
Vos Valkear vs Ark'Halez

What a hit! Viskrig got hit straight in the back of the head, losing his reigns and nearly dropping off of his drake. He had not thought such a small creature could land such a heavy hit. As soon as the riders were back at their posts, the Poison Dusk was not yet fully recovered from the dazing blow.

Blüdgrod was awared two points for this hit. Viskrig hissed defiantly as he readied his lance once more. This time he would be faster, stronger, more accurate! He had to! He would not lose to this little squirt. As soon as the round started again he forced his drake to move with all its might in order to throw a job at the Kobold's head.

Ellaram vs Coronet

Though Fella did not quite hit the mark, the lance did hit the knight in the chest, causing him to rear backwards. This blow came hard and the horse he rode seemed frightened as well. It was hard for the Golden Knight to stay atop his steed, but in the end he seemed to be an expert rider, calming the beast down.

Coronet was awarded 1 point for a body strike. The Knight was set for vengeance as he charged forward instantly, aiming for Fella's head.
The White Knight Fella hanged himself upon the side of the horse, his lance pulling backwards. The stouter, wolf-like beast moved to keep pace with the horse's stride, upon the side of the horse. Fella's gauntlets pushed off of the horse's side, when his mount's stride brought it near. Landing his sabatons upon the beast's shoulders, his gauntlets grasping at the warg's mane.

The warg moves to rotate itself, its heavy stride being it about. Facing the horse, the warg's head lifted and released a long, bestial call into the air. Fella righted himself upon his mount, his right gauntlet tightly grasping his shortened lance. The warg begins its charge towards the horse, his pawpads leaving dull thumps upon the ground. Fella's right arm lifts upward, as his left gauntlet tightens its grasp upon the mane. As the knight neared, Fella's right gauntlet launches the lance forward, throwing it and its point, into the knight's chest with great force. Fella's helmet bashes itself against the Golden Knight's lance, laying him flatly upon the warg's moving back, his left gauntlet slowly releases the mane and the crystal-like knight falls upon the ground.
Blüdgrog wasted no time either, and the cockatrice seemed even more riled up. This time the kobold went with something less fancy. He merely urged his mount to leap at the right time to even out the height, attempting to push down his lance on top of his foe's so he could avoid a hit while getting a clean hit on the chest himself.

Of course, in his haze of glory the kobold seemed to have forgotten that his opponent was easily twice his size, and his plan didn't quite work out. Viskrig's lance managed to hit both the cockatrice, and Blüdgrog's leg. This impact pushed the kobold's aim off enough that'd it'd likely only graze an arm or shoulder, or maybe a little more if Viskrig was wide enough. Not only that, but it sent the cockatrice in a spin that nearly threw its rider off before Blüdgrod managed to regain control and skid to a stop, all the while cursing everyone and everything.
Vos Valkear vs Ark'Halez

This time Vishkrig was happy to see his bone lance had hit his mark. Though not his head, it was a good enough hit! The Lizardman's arm was lightly grazed. Good thing too. Now the stand was a tie. 1 against 1. It was time for a tie breaker.

Vishkrig smacked his drake's flank as he rode once more. He was full of fury. This time the Kobold would get a taste of the power this Lizardman truly had.

Ellaram vs Coronet

Oh, this was an odd sight. The hit was powerful enough to send the gold knight flying off of his horse. But the crystal knight had fallen as well. For a moment the audience got silent. Once a man was down from his steed, it was the end of the match. Luckily Fella had taken one extra point with him, making the final stand 4-3. The audience cheered as Coronet was declared the winner!
Blüdgrod had still not finished cursing his hurt leg by the time he was back in place for another round, one profanity after the other weaving together with the cockatrice's unending wailing into a symphony closely resembling the background noise of everyday life on the Ark.

The kobold wasn't out of the fight yet, however. If anything, the pain send him and his mount into a rage that got the adrenaline pumping. With a battlecry drowned out by the cockatrice's screeches, the rider once more set forth to face his opponent.
As the two combatants neared, the cockatrice leaped into the air in a similar way to the first round, but this time there were no fancy acrobatics. The kobold pulled back his lance and then thrust towards the beastman's chest with all his might in an attempt to knock him off his lizard with the momentum of both his hit, and his body itself as he flew off his mount. And fly the kobold did, because the cockatrice got hit by the foe's lance and was knocked out clean from under its rider. The poor beast collapsed in pain and exhaustion near the side.
So it was Vishkrig succeeded, though not without his fair share of scratches and hurt. The Kobold was powerful, he had to admit that. Sadly, he didn't. Instead he gloated as though he just defeated a behemoth. The Poison Dusk raised his spear into the air triumphantly."I told you food should not be allowed to ride food!" He mocked Blüdgrod. Despite this being a good bout, the Lizardman was relentless.

Now it was time for the finals. The championship between Coronet and Vos Valkear. Old enemies facing each other in a bout of strength and chivalry. Vishkrig hissed between his teeth, readying his lance. He wanted to show this crystal knight who's boss.
Fella's helmet lifted upwards, then drifts its gaze towards the opposite side of the arena. His form was sitting, his lance leaning against his propped knee, his other leg stretched outward. His right gauntlet pushes itself off of the ground, as his form slowly rises. The shortened lance rolls to the side, before Fella's gauntlet wraps about its hilt, lifting it upward. Fella's large, wolf-like mount stirs, his head lifting from the crossed front-paws. Fella's sabatons carried his form towards the warg's back.

His gauntlets grasp the mane of the beast, before his left leg swings over, and his waist settles upon the beast's back. The warg stands upward, its lips pulling back in an idle snarl. Fella's sabatons collide into the beast's sides, twice, before the beast moves towards the planted banner of white cloth. Fella's left gauntlet grasped the banner, lifting it upwards, before pointing its tip towards the lizard.

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