The Dragon Age (thedragonage) wrote in thebattleage, @ 2011-04-16 11:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! complete, (plot), [alistair theirin], conlan delaine, imenry barras, jill sorrel, lillie tharelle |
Tournament: Archery Contest, Round One
Who: Hilda Aelricsdottr, Linn Flannghaile (NPC), Ser Bridget Pryce (NPC Knight), Arja Serik, Jill Sorrel, Sydni Tethviel and open to spectators
When: 1 Solis 11 am
Where: Tournament grounds, Vigil’s Keep
Rating: PG
Summary: The first round of the archery competition brings talented archers from all of Thedas to compete. The betters have played a lot of money on Ser Bridget, a knight to the queen, who is famed for her skills in archery. (Rules and information can be found here.)
Scratching his beard furiously, Alistair climbed the stair to the honorary box. It was an idiotic thing, when the idea of a tournament had been conceived no one had warned him that he would be forced to watch it from a place of importance. Making sure his eyes were glued to the steps leading to what would soon be his 'elevated position', he managed to walk up there without falling over. It would have looked ridiculous after all, the Warden-Commander of Ferelden falling on his face. Said Warden-Commander would much have preferred to be out with the scouting party that had just left for the border.
As soon as he stepped into the box, people started cheering. At first Alistair's smile was wide and nervous - a reaction to the cheering, rather than any genuine expression. But as he slowly started to make out faces in the crowd, there was one of the innkeepers, and there several from the staff in the Keep, and there a couple of the Wardens, his smile grew honest. He had a sudden hunch that the cheering might have originated from the Wardens though.
Rolling his eyes, Alistair refused to wave (he had seen an Orlesian Commander doing that once, it had struck Alistair as a particularly snobbish way to communicate with people) but instead lifted his hand for silence. It fell faster than he had expected, which made the words he had painstakingly organized earlier flee for the woods.
“Errr. Dear friends!” More cheers, and this time Alistair was quite certain it was the Wardens. Were they making this harder for him on purpose or did they just want to poke some fun at their Commander? He would have, in their position... Setting his teeth, he focused on the archery butts in the distance.
“The next event in this...” glorious? Could he call it glorious? Would that seem like he was admiring his own tournament? Maybe some other word, something less ostentatious. Illustrious? No, that was from the poster.”...exciting tournament is the first round of archery.”
There now, that wasn’t too hard, was it? Making the mistake of looking around he was once again struck by the sheer number of faces looking up at him. He really had to find some excuse not to have to open any more events. Any one would do it with more grace than him, do it properly. Bethany would have been a marvel, she always seemed to find the right words. Even Dougal would have been better...
“Each archer will have three shots at the target. For each round, the targets will be moved back. The contestant with the most points at the end of the tournament, will be declared the winner.”