[D9 EA] Closing Ceremonies

[Mariessa 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.

Mariessa raised a hand to stifle her laughter. Of all the days for Kevith to make a small scene, it had to be today.

At least it was easy to forget it when Bromley announced the winners of the joust, and their father as the Champion of the Festival. "I'm so proud of you, father," she grinned as she looked at Marten.

[Marten Tremaine]

Marten had time to shoot a quick grin back at his daughter as he went up to join the other champions on the stage.

He stood facing Lord Bromley, struggling to keep an expression of modest dignity, but he was clearly flushed, pleased.

[Lord Bromley Meadows]

Shaking Marten's hand, Bromley broke into a very rare grin, "good to have you back," he quipped as he shook his vassal's hand and handed over the prize purse. The lord then direct Marten to turn towards the crowd, who stamped and whistled, the stands shaking under the crowd's feet.


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Marten Tremaine gains 2 Glory, +1B Tournaments, and 100 gold dragons!

[Terrance Stone]

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."

He looked over. "Seems like he may have been busy with something, or someone."

[Leovall Marten]

"Someone I bet." Leovall comments with amusement, pointing to the red marks on the big man's face.

When his name is called he approaches the stands once more. He takes a spot beside Marten and allows plenty of room for the Lord to claim his prize and applause.

[Lord Bromley Meadows]

Once the uproar has died down somewhat, Bromley shakes Leovall's hand for a third time, "give it a year or two, lad, you'll be meeting Lord Marten on his own level soon enough."


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Leovall Marten gains 1 Glory and 50 gold dragons!

[Leovall Marten]

Leovall is left momentarily speechless and his cheeks turn red. He nods slowly, accepting the prize and pausing there for a moment.

"I will do my best Lord Meadows. I'd... like that."

Quite touched he bows graciously then steps back as was proper.

[Lord Bromley Meadows]

When the 'two Martens', as they would be known, left the stage, and the noise had quieted some, the herald straightened himself. His voice had a hoarse note to it. "Ladies and Gentlemen! Thus concludes the 292 AC Festival of Roses. Thank you!"

[Leovall Marten]

Returning to the stand he just sits down. Takes in the moment. Turns to his cousin.

"We may need to hire an extra guard or two for the way back."

[Terrance Stone]

He nodded. "That's probably wise. And, easy enough to do."