conversations: human
conversations:  The day has come, after five long years of waiting...the Sundsvall House Tournament has begun! The houses have put forth their champions, and the mead halls and battlefields have been filled, all the remains is for the champions to choose their contests to participate in!
  
  The tournament fields outside the city are bordered with tall wooden posts, and near the entrance is a large booth lined with shields, each depicting a different contest, and heralds to keep track of who enters what contest!
conversations: TechnoScrabble:
conversations: human
conversations:  Elliot stands amidst his fellow competitors and is rather bored with the entire proceedings. Not being one for ceremony he yawns openly and looks around the tournament ground hoping to catch a glimpse of a plump lass or two. He has already chosen to enter three contests: archery, jousting and on foot melee, with melee being his strong suit of course. He glances around once more just to size up his competition and his eye catches a fellow member of the househould, Daniel. Now there was a man who looked out of his element and who deserved sympathy. He was a fair shot with the bow but the poor fool was not trained for full fledged combat but alas what was done was done and his boasting landed him in the tournament. Daniel was rather amusing and quite a gifted story teller it would be a shame to lose him in the tournament. Deciding on being friendly, Elliot walks over to the tent Daniel was currently at and began striking up polite conversation. " Good day sir Bard. How are you on the lovely day? I hope you are prepared for what is to come because some of the bastards in the other houses are out for blood and would like nothing more than to take out someone from an opposing house. By the way what contests are you entering? "
conversations: Morbis Meh:
conversations: human
conversations:  Hroth looked around. The biggest families were here of course. No one from his house though. Maybe they were somewhere else?
  No matter.
  Hroth began walking towards the organisators of the tournament. He had decided on entering all the physical tests, as well as getting as drunk as possible -something the carvahalls always knew how to do best-.
  
  The brawl, that was were his points were going to accumulate fastly. And the blindfight of course.
conversations: gunnar11:
conversations: human
conversations:  Uriah stood, silently, in the midst of the crowd.  As instructed, he had entered a few contests.  Archery, after confirming a bow would be supplied.  The obstacle course, and the mounted obstacle course.  His unique companion should serve him well there.  But that was not why Uriah had come.  His orders were to evaluate the other champions of the houses.  Find their strengths and weaknesses.  House Aiello had another champion to fufil the duty of winning.  And so he watched.  Listened.  And took in the actions of his targets.
   
   Spoiler 
  Making some Spot and Listen checks, to see if I can pick up what other members are doing.
  Spot- (1d20+4)[ 12 ] 
  Listen- (1d20+4)[ 14 ] 
   
conversations: THEChanger:
conversations: human
conversations:  Daellan Keter Aiello, together with his beloved wife Sharin, are catching up with news of the upper classes. Daellan is part of the nobility now, having climbed his way up the ladder and scoring a beautiful and intelligent wife in the process. Outwardly, he makes a show of ambition and cunning, but in the back of his mind, he feels content just living with his beloved.
  
  Gather Information:  (1d20+3)[ 8 ] 
    No! I cannot stop now, after everything I've done.   He thought about joining one or more contests to bring prestige to himself and his House (in that order). Archery? He is a decent shot, with an expensive crossbow in his possession. Spellcasting? That should be easy, considering his talent for Spellcraft; Daellan enjoyed the convenience of being a sorcerer, not having to constantly memorize and prepare and rememorize his spells everyday for the rest of his life. As for Chess and tactics, he is average in the former, and somewhat well-versed in the latter.
  
  Daellan had a chance at four of the events.
  
  But first, some reconnaissance of the various players in the game. Knowledge is power, even for a sorcerer, and he had a way of charming people and getting them to reveal little hints and tidbits that may make the difference in the Game of Houses.
  
  Diplomacy  (1d20+5)[ 19 ] 
  Gather Information  (1d20+3)[ 19 ] 
conversations: Aron Times:
conversations: human
conversations:  Daniel stands in the midst of the crowd, clutching a piece of paper in a vise grip, and glancing over its contents from time to time.   Archery, casting, hunting, chess.   Four contests was perhaps a bit more than he'd hoped for, but then again, so was one. He had more or less panicked at the sight of the contest lists, and just put himself down for everything that didn't involve getting skewered by big, burly men in plate armor or riding horses. Horses...didn't seem to like him much. The hunting might involve horses, he thought, but worse comes to worse, he could just let the damn beast run around and graze while he shot rabbits or squirrels or owlbears or whatever the quarry was.
  
  The rest was simple. Archery was the one contest he felt half-way confident about, since it had been his primary method of self-defense in his wandering days, and, conveniently, a very posh kind of sport to engage in whilst in the company of nobles. He was more of a dabbler in the arcane, but what were the odds of a house employing a full-on spellcaster?   Pretty good,   he thinks. And chess...well, chess was safe. Unless it was  chess boxing . The Houses didn't play chess boxing, did they?
  
  Daniel snaps back to reality, seeing Elliot coming close.  Oh, hello Elliot. Sir Elliot? Sir Giles?  He could never remember the ranks and hierarchy.  Archery casting hunting chess,  he blurts out all at once.  The contests. That is. There...aren't any required contests that everyone has to compete in, are there? Just whichever ones you pick? How are you today? Ah, yes, good, those...damn bastards. I'm ready for 'em. Which contests are you in?  His speaking seems...a tad disjointed.
conversations: Vespe Ratavo:
conversations: human
conversations:  Darion walks into the tourney grounds, looking around sneering at those he views as lessers.  He walks to the registration.   "I am Darion of House Thompson.  I am going to compete in jousting, wrestling, close combat, archery, chess and hunting.  Were should I head for my first competition?" 
   
   Spoiler 
  If there is a grand melee, add that to his list.
   
conversations: The Big Orc:
conversations: human
conversations:  The heralds and clerks at the long wooden table in front of the wall of shields don't seem like talking. And I don't blame them, listen to that horrid ruckus the crowd is raising! So much noise! So brilliant, so invigorating, so...
  owwwwwwww headache!
  
  They merely point to an array of striped tents, each with a flag bearing a simple depiction of a contest above it.
  
  Despite the noise and stench of the peasantry, it's easy to check up on other contestants, and hundreds to choose from, though rivals and members of other houses are sure to drive you away.
conversations: TechnoScrabble:
conversations: human
conversations:  Elliot lets out a warm laugh "[COLOR="Purple']Now now, Elliot is fine, I for one am not hung up on titles nothing more than words with no meaning in our society... As for what I am entering, standard knight fare: Jousting, close combat, horse obstacle and archery; though I am not as adept at the bow as you my good bard![/COLOR]" With a genuine smile he claps Daniel on back and says with a wide grin "Now that we've entered, and you are correct you will not be forced into any contests unless you yourself entered, may I suggest we get some drink and if possible find some lovely wenches to accompany us?"
conversations: Morbis Meh: