There is a flurry of flags and armor at the end of the lists. What is that? The king arrives, with knights in flashy livery surrounding him. The colors do battle with each other as eagerly as the knights within their embrace will soon do on the field of battle. Yet the emotions aroused by the clash of colors are ones of joy and anticipation, not fear and dread.
The king dismounts before the crowd and bows once more before climbing to his throne. That wooden chair, chased with gold, stands centered among the crowd, with a beautiful view of where the contestants shall soon be battling for honor and glory. He waves once more to his loyal subjects then raises his scepter.
"I hereby declare this joust to be opened," he cries, amid growing cheers from his people. "Those wishing to enter may bring their entrants to this stadium between now and the Ides of October, when the lists will close and the Voting for Victor shall begin."
The crowd erupted in a clamorous applause of approval as the king sat heavily upon his throne. He moved no more, though his head did hang as the entrants took the field. Those closest to the king wore concern upon their brow as they struggled to maintain the illusion to the people that the king was well. But he was not. Something had happened, something foul.
Let the joust begin.
Whodunnit?
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Somewhere over the EXCO Rainbow
Master Skald, Order of the Silver Quill, Guild of the Skalds
Champion of the Sepia Joust- Joust I, II, IV, VI, VII, VIII
The king dismounts before the crowd and bows once more before climbing to his throne. That wooden chair, chased with gold, stands centered among the crowd, with a beautiful view of where the contestants shall soon be battling for honor and glory. He waves once more to his loyal subjects then raises his scepter.
"I hereby declare this joust to be opened," he cries, amid growing cheers from his people. "Those wishing to enter may bring their entrants to this stadium between now and the Ides of October, when the lists will close and the Voting for Victor shall begin."
The crowd erupted in a clamorous applause of approval as the king sat heavily upon his throne. He moved no more, though his head did hang as the entrants took the field. Those closest to the king wore concern upon their brow as they struggled to maintain the illusion to the people that the king was well. But he was not. Something had happened, something foul.
Let the joust begin.
Whodunnit?
|||||||||||||||| A transplanted Viking, born a millennium too late. |||||||||||||||||
|||||||||||||||| Too many Awards to list in Signature, sorry lords...|||||||||||||||||
|||||||||||||||| Listed on my page for your convenience and envy.|||||||||||||||||
Somewhere over the EXCO Rainbow
Master Skald, Order of the Silver Quill, Guild of the Skalds
Champion of the Sepia Joust- Joust I, II, IV, VI, VII, VIII