[D9 EA] Closing Ceremonies

[Liliane Marten]

Rychard applauded eagerly for her cousin, “you flatterer,” he laughed. “We took down a boar. Tonight won’t have all the pomp and ceremony of a feast, but it will have some fine roast pig.”

"Well, that sounds like a good way to end a tournament. And wine. Or mead... or both," She laughed, "I should remind my cousin of his priorities, once he is done taking trips to the stage. He did ask me for suggestions on what to do with his winnings."

[Ser Rychard Bridges]

"He's one heck of a horseman, that's for certain. I'll be sure to raise a glass in his honour tonight. And one in yours, the finest huntress the Reach has seen."

[Mariessa Tremaine]

Marten was there, applauding politely for the winners, grinning and shaking his head when Kevith was mentioned. He seemed a bit more vibrant and cheerful than usual, the smile on his face making him look younger. His grey eyes seemed especially bright.

Standing near her father, Mari seemed to be a in a decent mood as well. Whatever her actual mood was was put aside to see her father seeming so alive again after the tragedy in their family.


(sorry for not posting here sooner, I was trying to hold off to avoid possible time-space trouble with the D8 investigation...)

[Mariessa Tremaine]

Kevith had planned to be there for the closing ceremonies.

But best-laid plans had been sidetracked by some very insistent women. Kevith figured they were whores, or smallfolk women trying to be whores, but... it's not like he wasn't a hot-blooded man. And the past week had been spent babysitting teenage girls for the most part.

So, it was with a sheepish grin, ruffled hair, and some pecks of red on his cheeks that the large man finally appeared, and some of the people started cheering him on as they noticed him. The Tremaine man-at-arms flushed slightly red and tried to sober up his expression as he hurried forward... while also trying to look casual (and not succeeding).

There were some shouts and cheers from those lucky ones who had won some nice coin from betting on the big warrior in the wrestling.

[Jynessa Tremaine]

Jynessa looked over at Kevith with wide-eyes. She coughed into her hand for her sister to hear and then shot her a bewildered look.

[Leovall Marten]

With Liliane busying herself elsewhere Leovall frowns momentarily before nudging Terrance. "That big knight is back. He looks drunk, but he's smiling. I wonder what he was busy with."

[Ser Covey Dunn]

Waving to a number of girls in the stands, who giggled and shyly waved back at him, Covey joined the big man on the stage.

[Lord Bromley Meadows]

Assuming that Caim would not present himself, following the morning's incident, Bromley stepped forward and shook Kevith's hand. "Well done, does me good to know there's men like yourself defending us."


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Kevith Uller gains 1 Glory and 35 gold dragons!
nb. this includes the prize purse for the wrestling.

[Mariessa Tremaine]

Kevith's grip was firm and he bowed respectfully to the Lord Meadows. He chuckled slightly, not really a man used to the current attention.

"Thank you, m'lord." He did at least make an honest effort to be polite! "I owe it all to lord Tremaine."

[Lord Bromley Meadows]

"Good man," Bromley answered genially, before moving on. Covey received his purse and a few words as well, before stepping off the stage.

The herald stepped up for the final announcement, "for placing third in the joust, Ser Caim Feyther. For placing second in the joust, Ser Leovall Marten. And," the herald paused dramatically, letting the anticipation build for a moment, "Champion of this year's Festival of Roses, Lord Marten Tremaine!" The crowd burst into deafening cheers and shouts.