Palace Grounds - Knight Games

Connall was grinning broadly under his helm when he unseated the Scottish prince. Not that he disliked the lad or anything, but he loved jousting.
He reined Ahern back to the start and turned him around to face his last opponent who he gave the typical bow to before he readied his lance for one last round.

Connall smiled even more broadly under his helm when he unseated the young northern knight, though no one would see it. When he was declared the victor he hopped down from his mount and pulled of his helm. He went to shake the hands of the men that he had jousted against, and then found his way into the eastern Irish section for observation.

Cori picked up the viking sword she knew very well. The one she actually went back into the forest and dealt with flashbacks of a big cat attacking her in the place Lorcan left her sword; and his technically too. Which she actually brought back to him. Flipping her sword in her hand she targeted the two that the town crier stated where the two Commanders in the group. She moved for Aeden before Cador though as she felt Aeden was more of a threat to the first place. She had her eyes on Esras too as she heard he was knighted so young for his skills.

Aeden had drawn his sword; the one that he'd had for many a year. Sybil had offered to make him a new one, but he didn't believe in that sort of thing; especially when it came to the fact that he was about to be in a fight. He noticed the redheaded viking-looking woman from the eastern kingdom as she moved towards him and wielded his sword in a defensive manner.

So far, Ciar had kept her identity a secret, even though she had high fived Ina when Ina had been declared the winner of Archery. She could not help the shit-eating-grin that made itself at home upon her lips. She'd won second place in Archery, and that was quite the acomplishment. She wished she could tell her brothers.
She was also proud of Connall's victory in jousting.


Ciar watched the others as the introductions were all made. Again, the announcer called her, "Squire Daigh Macdagh, of the Eastern Kingdom." Ciar had opted for light armor, since it was not to be a death match and because she was the smallest person in the melee at 5'3". With her Squire's outfit, and helmet hiding her hair, she could defnitely pass for a really young boy. Kinny and Cori both had four inches on her, and the men were even taller, with Cador, Tadgh, and Quin being over a foot taller than she was.



The only item that might give away her identity, besides losing her helmet and her hair falling down, would be the sword she carried that Lorcan had especially made for her. Though her brother had intended it for decoration, her sword had been made to fit her small size as it was thinner along the blade than most swords. It also had scrollwork written upon it, said to protect its wielder, that Lorcan had also picked out for her. Knowing that Cori might recognize her sword, Ciar opted to stay away from her.

In fact, Ciar made her way to some English noble, still quite taller than she was, but she was lighter and faster on her feet. Her brown eyes were alight with merriment as she brandished her sword and met him swing for swing. The man couldn't believe he couldn't take out the boy immediately and a frown would overtake his features as Ciar kept swinging and moving away, almost as if she was dancing on the field.

Tadgh was clad in rather light armor, considering this wasn't a death match. He still had to hope, though, that he wouldn't get seriously injured. Whose brilliant idea was it that they should use real weapons in this thing, anyway? Oh well. He had brought a spear into the melee, because..well..he wanted something other than a typical sword fight. When a man that was almost his size started for him, his eyes almost literally bulged when he saw that the man had a battle ax. Because that was fucking perfect, right? Here he had a fucking spear and this dude was coming after him with a battle ax. Perfect. Though his attention was momentarily distracted when he had to dodge out of the way of a pike. Damnit. As if that wasn't irritating enough, the girl wielding the pike had a habit of dancing around in circles. A growl erupted from his chest and his gaze darted back to the large blonde man. Okay. Two on one was so not fair. If these two were working together he was going to be pissed..and perhaps a little less likely to win this thing.