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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 480825" data-attributes="member: 2885">To the listOf course, the jousting competition was full of the Riders. Alrissian and Bartol were the only adventurers to join the list. A few of the locals also signed up.Bernedette, Timmay, and Thane were off preparing for other events.This was the competition Bartol had most wanted to join. To be like his Father and to gain the attention and respect of the Riders was his true intent. He drew a young lad of sixteen mounted on a plow horse as his first opponent. The youth had a makeshift shield and borrowed patchwork armor. The officials provided blunted lances for all of the competitors.The rules were simple. Three passes. One point for each touch of your opponent. Three points if they fell. The one with the most points advanced.Bartol knelt and said a quick, but heartfelt prayer to Torm. He then mounted. He and the farmer were the first up.Whether it was nervousness or fear of unleashing his anger, Bartol never did settle his stomach. After the first 2 passes neither rider connected. On the third pass the farmboy planted his lance square into Bartol's chest. Down went Bartol laughing."Good shot," Bartol congratulated the  youth. But it meant Bartol was out of the competition. Maybe next time. He curried his horse and gave him an apple, before returning to the crowd.Alrissian and his opponent tied. Both advanced due to another rider's horse coming up lame. Nelyssa's Lieutenant was easily handling his opponents. He was also decked out in full plate armor and riding a wonderful warhorse.Wilf and his wife wandered among the crowd. The competition continued."Peanuts, Bangers," Wilf hawked. "Ale""Wolf," Bartol bellowed. "An ale." Bartol handed him some coins. "Keep 'em coming.""Typical," High Muul sneered. "I don't suppose, you still have my coin. Are there any in the list, you would care to select?""Sure," Bartol mused. "I like Alrissian to win."ALrissian won again and again. And so therefore did Bartol. This placed Alrissian in the final against the Lt."Double or nothing," Bartol beamed. Maybe losing early was a good thing.Alrissian scored a hit on the Lt. He also deftly ducked the Lt's lance. On the second pass both riders struck home. Neither fell. The last pass was unsuccessful for both. Alrissian won and so did Bartol. Alrissian's prize was a Warhorse with military saddle. The Lt. bowed to ALrissian."Well done," he said,"Sir elf.""Up next," a crier called. "Individual melee."</blockquote>

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