The City Of Vexil.
Walking across the tourney field with sir Percavelle Lé Dic's left arm draped over his shoulders, as the large heavily armoured knight can barely keep upright.
Zam the ex mercenary mutters "Shit" when he hears something to their right, and he looks that way and sees a knight limping towards them.
The knight whose faceplate is up, is grimacing as he hurries towards them. Even so, he's determined to get to them before they get off the tourney field.
The youngest member of the group who used to live and somewhat work in The City Of Ruins, is just thinking about letting go of sir Percavelle and drawing his sword.
When suddenly something goes flying by them, and hits the approaching knight square in the face.
"Damn" murmurs the ex mercenary, while sir Percavelle Lé Dic snorts, then says in an amused tone of voice "I do believe that hurt, wot".
They briefly stop, as Shur Kee the monk runs by in front of them, to get his staff that he just threw. The end of which just smashed into that knight's unprotected face. Dropping him unconscious to the ground.
"And that is why young squire, you always keep your faceplate down during combat, wot" states the noble born knight from the kingdom of Druvic after Shur Kee retrieves his staff and hurries away, and they continue on their way across the tourney field.
Zam is just glad there's hardly any participants in Le Grande Meleé left, most are off the tourney field. Though there's a number of bodies lying around here and there. Evidence that not everyone survived the second day of the Spring Tourney of Vexil.
Though there's not that many dead, less than twenty. Considering well over five hundred participants started Le Grande Meleé early in the morning.
The teenager who hails from The City Of Ruins looks quickly around, then nods in relief as they get to the rope along the south side of the tourney field.
And with the help of Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy who lifts the rope so sir Percavelle doesn't have to duck down too low.
Zam gets the former paladin off the tourney field, officially ending his participation in Le Grande Meleé.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic or Percy as he's more commonly called by the others in the group, is lowered to the ground by Zam and Dalinvardèl Tanith. And the ex mercenary and the elven spy help him take off his full helm.
"You okay Percy?" asks Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy to the heavily breathing noble born knight from southern Druvic.
"Fine, wot" states the former earl of Lé Dic, who then belies that by wincing as he shifts around, trying to get comfortable while holding his right side as he sits upon the ground.
"Better take this" says the elf who is originally from the principality of Alinlae, who previously served in one of the more prominent noble houses of that nation, before joining the group and becoming a commander in the Scouts and Rangers division of the Armies of Farque.
Percy screws up his face in disgust when he sees the glass vial being held by the spy Tanith, the heavily armoured knight then says "Not for me, wot".
The member of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar'che is just about to say something about the evils of magical potions.
When suddenly his eyes go wide, then with a sour expression upon his face, the former paladin mutters "Drats".
"You had broken ribs, and a punctured lung" quietly says the voice of Helbe the elven thief who has just healed the Druvician nobleman with a spell.
"You can thank me later" adds the highly talented elven magic user who is blurred and shielded as he stands next Zam the ex mercenary and Dalinvardèl Tanith.
The large heavily armoured knight as he sits upon the ground, just grunts and refuses to respond to that. Even though he feels a hell of a lot better than he did just a few moments ago.
Dalinvardèl Tanith or Dalin as he's more commonly called by those who know him well, and the ex mercenary from The City Of Ruins share a look, and both grin.
Then Zam slightly nods when they hear the invisible elven masterthief quietly say "The melee won't last much longer" followed by "I better keep an eye on Shur Kee".
After the elven spy from the principality of Alinlae and the ex mercenary from The City Of Ruins help the former earl of Lé Dic up off the ground.
The three of them look across tourney field, and like pretty much all of the massive crowd watching day two of the Spring Tourney of Vexil.
They watch the last combatants taking part in Le Grande Meleé, who number less than a dozen now.
Ten to be exact, after a knights apprentice is bludgeon with a hammer by a knight in the order of Volnar Mar.
"All knights left" says Zam the ex mercenary who continues on with "Except from Shur Kee" as they watch the last ten combatants in Le Grande Meleé.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic who without a doubt eliminated more combatants in the tourney than anyone else taking part in it, snorts then sourly smiles as he watches the last participants eyeing one another up.
"Hope that damn monk beats the living snot out of the lot of them" mutters the heavily armoured knight who the rest of the group referred to as Percy more than sir Percavelle.
The former paladin who wouldn't dare take on the short statured monk himself. He's been on the end of that once in the past, and no way in hell does he want to experience that ever again.
Truly hopes the physical adept who is not originally from The Southlands, but is from beyond it. The far east coast of the continent to be exact, where his homeland of Wah Lee is located.
Is victorious this afternoon here on day two of The Spring Tourney of Vexil. For the simple reason Percy doesn't want any knight to win Le Grande Meleé now that he's been eliminated.
"Those two knights in the order of Volnar Mar have a distinct advantage" says Dalinvardèl Tanith referring to the pair of knights from the same order. While the other seven are all from different knightly orders.
The odd one out of the final ten combatants in Le Grande Meleé is definitely Shur Kee the monk, who stands there in his relatively clean white cotton clothing. Wearing no armour, and just a wooden staff for a weapon.
"If any of those knights had half a brain they should team up to try and take out Shur Kee" quietly says the spy Tanith, who after glancing at sir Percavelle Lé Dic, says in elven to Zam "Most knights don't have half a brain to begin with".
Which causes the ex mercenary originally from The City Of Ruins to grin, then nod in agreement with the commander in the Scouts and Rangers division of the Armies of Farque.
Turns out there's actually a couple of the knights who do have half a brain. Both from different orders. One from the order of Varnell and the other from the order of Margesa.
Who realize that Shur Kee is the biggest threat by far. For how else would someone in no armour, and being lightly armed. Survived for this long in Le Grande Meleé.
Both rush the short statured monk as there's a burst of action, and everyone attacks everyone to find a winner of day two of the Spring Tourney of Vexil.
The living incarnation of The Jade Warrior Bru Li side steps one of the rushing knights, and trips up the second one, when he shoves his staff between the knight in the order of Margesa's legs.
Shur Kee spins around, and thrusts his staff out, letting it go, before grabbing it again by the end, while the other end, with his right arm extended out to it's full length, slams into the back of the helm of the knight in the order of Varnell who he side stepped.
The short statured monk who knows if he's going to survive until the very end of Le Grande Meleé, here on the tourney field, just outside the north wall of the city of Vexil.
He has to keep on moving, making himself a hard target for the remaining combatants, all heavily armoured knights from a number of different orders.
The acolyte in the philosophical order of Bru Li quickly moves away from the pair of knights who rushed him, both of whom are getting up off the ground.
Though the one in the order of Varnell, is struggling to get back up after getting whacked in the back of his full helm from the staff in the hands of the short statured monk.
Shur Kee who is a honorary member of Lord Farque's personal council quickly moves to one side to avoid a pair of knights, who are rolling around on the ground, trying to smash each other in the helm with the weapons in their hands.
The short statured monk looks around, and slightly nods to himself as he sees who he deems most dangerous.
The pair of knights in the order of Volnar Mar, who together, have struck down a knight in the order of Hapindel. The last knight from that particular order.
The physical adept slightly nods when he hears the familiar voice of Helbe the elven thief quietly say to him "Watch out for that pair from the order of Volnar Mar" followed by "And that last Dark Knight over to the right there".
Shur Kee glances away to the right, and sees the knight in question. Who with a long handled hammer, just knocked down one of the other combatants. And is now swinging down his heavy weapon at the prone knight on the ground.
Without looking back, the short statured monk steps quickly to his left, and the knight in the order of Margesa who he tripped up earlier.
Goes stumbling by, and dives to the ground after attempting to tackle the acolyte in the philosophical order of Bru Li.
For his efforts, he's whacked in either side of the helm by Shur Kee's staff, who then stabs one end of the staff into the back of the downed knight's helm. Who the physical adept hears groan on the ground, and is no doubt concussed now.
The physical adept then spins back around, and sees the knight in the order of Varnell who he whacked in the back of the helm earlier. Go staggering by without even noticing Shur Kee.
Who lifts an eyebrow in surprise, then he faintly smiles as the staggering knight trips over the pair of knights struggling on the ground.
The short statured monk moves away as the knight in the order of Varnell falls on top of the two knights on the ground.
The physical adept circles to his right, when he sees the two knights in the order of Volnar Mar turn and look his way.
But the two of them look to their left as someone else has caught their attention. It's the knight in the order of The Dark. Mostly commonly called the Dark Knights.
Shur Kee backs away as those three briefly pause, before the pair in the order of Volnar Mar move quickly towards the Dark Knight.
Who the acolyte in the order of Bru Li sees is already pulling his long handled hammer back behind him to swing.
"Well" murmurs the physical adept as the Dark Knight doesn't actually swing his long handled hammer, he throws it instead.
The pair of knights in the order of Volnar Mar dive to either side to avoid the large heavy weapon. One is fortunate and gets out of the way. The other one is not so fortunate. As the long handled hammer hits him in the side as he attempted to avoid it.
Shur Kee watches as the Dark Knight draws his sword and rushes the second knight in the order of Volnar Mar who is getting up off the ground.
Just then the short statured monk hears something behind him, and with his staff planted butt end into the ground, which he's holding with his left hand.
The physical adept swings around it in that direction, lifting his legs up off the ground as he does so.
A sword comes striking down just where Shur Kee was standing. And the acolyte in the order of Bru Li who is off the ground, holding onto his staff in both hands now.
Kicks with both of his feet, the knight who attempted to cut him down, in the side between the breastplate and backplate. Sending the knight a good ten feet to the side, before he stumbles to the ground.
Shur Kee lands on his feet, and hurries over to the knight he just knocked down, and swinging his staff.
He clips the full helm of the knight just behind when the faceplate is attached on the left side of the helm. A weak spot in this particular design of helm. Causing it to rip open as the knight's head is whipped to one side.
And before the knight can gather his wits and know what's just happened. The end of Shur Kee's staff slams into his exposed face. Smashing his front teeth and breaking his nose before he falls unconscious.
The physical adept steps back and looks around, and sees that though there was only ten combatants including himself a short time ago.
There's only two other participants in Le Grande Meleé still standing. One of the knights in the order of Volnar Mar. And the Dark Knight.
Who were wailing away on each other for a bit. Before they stepped back away to get their breath back as they have a brief pause in their one on one battle.
Shur Kee wonders if they'll put their differences aside and attack him. Personally that's what he would do if he was one of the two remaining knights on their feet.
And though both the Dark Knight and the knight in the order of Volnar Mar glance his way. They don't do that, and instead continue on with their own battle.
The short statured monk just slightly nods his head as he hears the voice of Helbe the elven thief quietly tell him "They should've teamed up and attacked you".
The acolyte in the philosophical order of Bru Li just stands there and waits to see who the sole remaining knight will be, who he'll will have to face.
As the crowd cheers and yells, Zam the ex mercenary and Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy share a look.
Then the teenager originally from The City Of Ruins says to the commander in the Armies of Farque "Wonder how long he'll last?".
"Not long" is the reply from the spy who hails from the elven principality of Alinlae, who follows that with "What's a bet he'll just run at Shur Kee".
After a brief pause, the spy Tanith dryly says "See, told you". Next to him, Zam nods as they watch the final knight. The one in the order of Volnar Mar run at short statured monk. Who easily avoids him.
In fact Shur Kee ducks down and spins, swinging his staff as he does, whacking the passing knight in the back of the legs.
Sending the knight in the order of Volnar Mar tumbling forward to the ground. And as the tired knight attempts to push himself up off the ground.
The physical adept swings his staff at the back of the full helm of the downed knight. And with a resounding clang, the knight in the order of Volnar Mar slumps forward, totally oblivious to what's happening as he's completely knocked out.
There's a slight pause in the noise of the crowd, then they erupt in boisterous cheering, shouting and yelling.
As the short statured monk, in white cotton clothing, wearing no armour, and armed with just a wooden staff.
Is victorious in Le Grande Meleé, here on the this cool spring day, on what's day two of the Spring Tourney of Vexil, held just outside the north wall of the city . . . . . .
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