Vexil.
"Of course he wants a drink now" mutters Zam the ex mercenary who continues muttering with "Why wouldn't he?".
As sir Percavelle Lé Dic has just looked around for him, then mimed taking a drink when he spotted the teenager who hails from The City Of Ruins.
Zam shakes his head, as just a little while ago Lisell Maera the scout came down from the seats, and handed him a fresh water sack. Telling him that sir Percavelle or Percy as he's more commonly called by the others in the group. Will most likely need a drink soon.
The ex mercenary sighs, then he looks away to his left, and spots Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy looking his way, who calls out in elvish "Be careful".
Zam replies with a nod, then after taking a deep breath, the youngest member of the group ducks down breath the rope, and starts making his way across the tourney field.
The teenager originally from The City Of Ruins isn't a religious person at all. But that doesn't stop him from silently making a prayer to the gods to keep him safe as he ventures out into Le Grande Meleé.
The ex mercenary hurries forward out of the way of a trio of mercenaries attacking a lone knight. Who is getting the better of the three mercenaries.
Zam winces as someone behind him falls over screaming in pain. The youngest member of the group doesn't draw his sword, as he doesn't want to make himself a bigger target than he already is.
So he hurries across the tourney field crouched over, trying to avoid the combatants. Those at least who are still standing and fighting.
The ex mercenary hops over a knight, whose squire is trying to drag him away. Zam looks up, and finds Percy once again standing in spot of calm amongst the chaos.
The teenager hops over a couple of other people, sellswords or mercenaries. He's not sure. What he is sure, is that they're either unconscious, or they're dead. As they confronted sir Percavelle Lé Dic a little while ago.
So did a knight, this one in the order of Valnar Mar, who took on the former earl of Lé Dic, and came out on the losing side.
Zam winces as he sees the smashed in faceplate on the full helm of the knight in the order of Volnar Mar who tried to fight the former paladin in the order of the Knights of Saint Mar'che.
"Percy here" says Zam the ex mercenary when he reaches the large heavily armoured knight who hails from the kingdom of Druvic.
"Ah good chap" says sir Percavelle Lé Dic who lifts up his faceplate as he takes the water sack from the youngest member of the group.
"Twas feeling a little parched there, wot" adds the former paladin before he takes a long drink from the water sack.
Zam reaches down and picks up hammer from the ground, with a handle that's broken off about halfway along the haft.
The ex mercenary throws it at a knights apprentice, who seeing that sir Percavelle Lé Dic is busy drinking from a water sack. Thought it would be the ideal time to attack the noble born knight who hails from southern Druvic.
Zam grimaces as the knights apprentice drops to the ground shouting in pain after the thrown hammer smashes into his legs.
As the former earl of Lé Dic takes a few deep breaths, the teenager originally from The City Of Ruins tells him "Fair few of your order taking part Percy".
The ex mercenary continues on from that with "Down at the east end of the field" followed by "There's a bunch of them working together that way".
The large heavily armoured knight who is a member of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar'che grunts, then looks to the east end of the tourney field.
Zam sees the former paladin scowl before Percy slams shut the face plate of his full helm, and he hears the Druvician nobleman loudly mutter "They shall fear the great sir Percavelle if they attempt to face me, wot".
The ex mercenary who hails from The City Of Ruins refrains from rolling his eyes before he takes back the now half empty water sack.
Then Zam, along with sir Percavelle Lé drop down when they hear a familiar voice tell the two of them "Duck".
The youngest member of the group winces when he catches a glimpse of an axe spinning through the air, that barely passed over him and the former earl of Lé Dic.
"Thanks" says the ex mercenary to the invisible Helbe the elven thief, who is keeping a close eye on Percy and Zam. As well as Shur Kee the monk and Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy. "Yes, wot" adds the large heavily armoured knight who is the former earl of Lé Dic.
They hear no response from me young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel. But nevertheless, they. Well Zam at least, is happy the highly talented elven magic user is looking out for them.
"Luck Percy" says the teenager originally from The City Of Ruins, the response is a grunt from sir Percavelle Lé Dic, who then tells him "Of with you now squire".
Zam nods, then as he moves away, he gulps when he catches sight of who threw the axe at him and the former paladin.
He's a mercenary or a sellsword, a large man, around Lord Farque's height, though even bigger than the lord and ruler of the Lands Farque.
He wears a dented breastplate over his ample stomach, and he has an axe in one hand and a hammer in the other, with a two handed sword across his back as he stomps his way towards the former earl of Lé Dic.
As he heads back across the tourney field, the youngest member of the group briefly glances back.
And he sees Percy take one of his own weapons from his belt. The spike hammer Zam has seen him previously wield in battle.
It's the first time so far the large heavily armoured Druvician knight has taken one of his own weapons to hand during Le Grande Meleé.
The ex mercenary from The City Of Ruins yelps "Fuck" as he nearly trips over someone crawling away on the ground.
With his heart racing, and his breathing heavy for a bit. Zam concentrates on where he's going as he hurries back across the tourney field to the south side, and the safety beyond the rope.
The youngest member of the group basically dives back beneath the rope as he saw that he started gathering a bit of attention from some of the combatants as they now know he's Percy's squire.
Zam turns around and looks back across the tourney field now that he's safe behind the rope, and he grunts when he spots sir Percavelle Lé Dic again.
"Well that didn't go as he thought it would" the ex mercenary dryly murmurs to himself as he watches the former paladin yank out the spike end of his hammer from the breastplate of the big mercenary who just confronted him.
Zam winces as the large man falls backwards to the ground, and he spots the four or five holes in the big mercenary's breastplate.
The youngest member of the group who is originally from The City Of Ruins shakes his head and he guesses the large mercenary didn't realize how quick Percy can be when he wields his own weapons.
Zam watches as the nobleman from the south of the kingdom of Druvic picks up the two handed sword of the unmoving mercenary, who is either dead, or is dying.
The former paladin in the order of the Knights of Saint Mar'che spins around with the two handed sword.
And he flings it away with force, and it smashes into a knight in the order of Margesa, knocking over the knight with a clatter.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic doesn't even go after that knight, for the simple reason a pair of Vexillian city guards who have entered Le Grande Meleé and are working together.
Attack the downed knight with their weapons. With one hitting his full helm with a heavy mallet. And the other slashing and whacking him with his sword.
Zam looks away from Percy, who hasn't moved around all that much. As he conserves energy by staying near the middle of the tourney field.
The youngest member of the group instead looks for Shur Kee the monk, and glances away to his left.
And he spots where Dalinvardèl Tanith who is about thirty yards away, is looking towards. And he soon spots the short statured monk who is originally from beyond The Southlands, the far east coast of the continent, and the kingdom of Wah Lee to be exact.
"Damn" murmurs the ex mercenary with a shake of the head as he sees Shur Kee drop a guard, a private company guard by the looks of things.
With an open palm strike to the side of the head, just behind the left ear. Which knocks out the guard from one of the large trading companies in the city.
The physical adept just stood there with his left hand holding his staff, which he was holding upright with an end on the ground.
The short man in his early fourties, wearing no armour, continues to stand like that as Zam sees a dwarven mercenary wearily approach the acolyte in the order of Bru Li.
It's one of the few dwarves competing in Le Grande Meleé, and Zam quickly looks back into the stands to the south of the tourney field.
And he spots the rest of the group, and nods to himself as he sees Dorc da Orc, who is looking more furious than he normally is.
The large ork left arm is the grip of Lord Farque who is beside the warleader of the ork race, who is a general in the deathlord of Farque's Armies.
The ex mercenary who hails from The City Of Ruins briefly smiles as over the noise of the crowd, and the fighting taking place on the tourney field. He hears Dorc da Orc shout out "Fuck 'em up little monkey!".
Zam looks quickly back to where Shur Kee the monk is, and though the dwarf, who is wearing bits and pieces of plate armour over leather armour and chainmail, is fairly quick on his feet.
He's no match for the speed of the short statured monk who is the living incarnation of The Jade Warrior Bru Li.
The dwarven mercenary staggers back after getting kicked in the face by Shur Kee the monk, who follows that kick with a thrust of one end of his staff.
The dwarf unfortunately wears an open face helm, and the wooden end of the staff shatters his already broken nose from the kick delivered by the physical adept.
The dwarven mercenary growls in his native language, and goes to throw his hammer at the short statured monk.
Who has already spun away, and the thrown hammer misses him by a fair margin. The spinning monk is swinging his staff.
Which for the dwarf, unfortunately hits him in the side of the head, along the jawline to be exact. Whipping his head sideways, and sending his helm flying off his head. And though the dwarven mercenary doesn't fall completely to the ground.
He does drop to a knee. And he ends up getting kicked in the side of the head, the same side he was just hit by Shur Kee's staff.
This time the dwarven mercenary drops to the ground sideways, completely knocked out by the kick from the acolyte in the philosophical order of Bru Li.
In now a fairly calm area on the tourney field, Shur Kee the monk stands there with his staff upright in his left hand, looking to where sir Percavelle Lé Dic is near the middle of the tourney field.
While over the cheering and shouting of the large crowd gathered to watch day two of the Spring Tourney of Vexil. Not to mention all the sounds of the action taking place out on the tourney field.
Zam the ex mercenary can hear the laughter from Dorc da Orc up in the stands, who clearly enjoyed Shur Kee dealing to that dwarven mercenary.
The youngest member of the group after glancing up into the mid morning sky, and sees that there's even a larger airship in the skies above.
From one of the Vexillian trading companies by the looks of things. Who have a large number of people onboard to watch Le Grande Meleé from the vantage point up in the air.
Looks across the tourney field and guess that more than half of the combatants have been eliminated.
Many of whom have been helped off the tourney field by their assistants or squires. As Zam sees that a number of knights, and knights apprentices, and men at arms and soldiers have started to be eliminated in the tourney.
Though they make up the vast majority of those who are left, as a lot of the various city and private guards, and many mercenaries make up the bulk of those who have been knocked out so far.
"People are being a bit more circumspect, and using tactics now" says Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy who has walked over and joined the ex mercenary who is the youngest member of the group.
"Those who don't even know each other are teaming up" adds the spy who is originally from the elven principality of Alinlae.
Zam nods in agreement with the elven spy who is a commander in the Scouts and Rangers division of the Armies of Farque.
"I think so" says the teenager originally from The City Of Ruins in reply to the spy Tanith dryly saying to him "If anyone wants to take out that madman Percy, they'll have to team up with some others".
Gesturing away to where there's a pair of Dark Knights attacking anyone who gets close to them, Zam tells Dalinvardèl Tanith or Dalin as he's more commonly called by those who know him well "Or those from the same order who know how to fight as a team".
The elven spy who previously served in one of the more prominent noble houses of his homeland of Alinlae before joining the group, grunts in agreement with the ex mercenary.
Then Dalin says "Best I get back to keeping an eye on Shur Kee" followed in a dry tone of voice with "Not that he actually needs it".
For as they've been speaking, the short statured monk has knocked out another of the competitors in Le Grande Meleé.
This one a cleric from one of the churches in the city. Who was knocked out by a couple of strikes to the head from the physical adept's staff. After Shur Kee kicked the cleric's legs out from under him, which sent him toppling to the ground.
Zam sees that the short statured monk, along with sir Percavelle Lé Dic are increasingly getting fewer and fewer of the other combatants confronting them.
For it's obvious that they along with a number of the other competitors, can easily defeat anyone who tries to take them on at this time during Le Grande Meleé.
The ex mercenary who hails from The City Of Ruins wonders how long this will last before people team up in groups to challenge those competitors like Percy and Shur Kee.
Zam suspects it will be a fair bit later, when only the most skilled of tourney combatants, and those who are just plain lucky, are still participating in Le Grande Meleé.
Here on day two of the Spring Tourney of Vexil, just outside the north wall of the city on this cool, but sunny spring day . . . . . .
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