The man says to Thufir "You'll need help, a squire or two to carry your lances. The repeated dismounting and mounting of your, mount during the Tournament is frowned on." 

He points the way, then takes the horses to the stable.

The group finds a table to sit at and a bar wench comes over holding a black crystal tablet 

"What will you folks be having?"

Fargen lifts his eyebrow, "Another meal?  Why bless your heart you must have just started your shift. I already ate.  But I'll hear about any gossip that has come through these parts...

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The man says to Thufir "You'll need help, a squire or two to carry your lances. The repeated dismounting and mounting of your, mount during the Tournament is frowned on." 

He points the way, then takes the horses to the stable.

 

 "Guess I'll be needing my horse back then." Thufir says with a grin as the others sit down to enjoy their meal. Instead simply taking another big sip of wine from the skin he bought, and then asking for it to be refilled at the Inn. He then mounts up and heads towards the jousting grounds to find a squire and barding, adding to the others, "Anyone wanna come watch?"

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Fargen lifts his eyebrow, "Another meal?  Why bless your heart you must have just started your shift. I already ate.  But I'll hear about any gossip that has come through these parts...

 Nobody had nodded absently in agreement though appeared for the most part occupied between pretending to read a book while watching the bonding process of rapier and enchanted stone. A not so riveting event, but the tiefling didn't appear to care all that much. 

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The man says to Thufir "You'll need help, a squire or two to carry your lances. The repeated dismounting and mounting of your, mount during the Tournament is frowned on." 

He points the way, then takes the horses to the stable.

 

 "Guess I'll be needing my horse back then." Thufir says with a grin as the others sit down to enjoy their meal. Instead simply taking another big sip of wine from the skin he bought, and then asking for it to be refilled at the Inn. He then mounts up and heads towards the jousting grounds to find a squire and barding, adding to the others, "Anyone wanna come watch?"

 "I, uhm... what now? What are we... o-oh! Uhm... Gosh, uh..." Nobody looks between his things and Thufir a couple of times before eventually frowning at the former. "I... Know what. Sure Thufir. Can't say I, uhm, a particular fan of such sports. But, uhm, that's really only the homebody in me talking as, uh, a halfling would put it." He rises up from his seat with a grin. "You'll have to forgive if, I, uhm, make some mistakes on the timing of when one is suppose to cheer of course... O-or I hope." He chuckles as he gathers his things and made to follow after Thufir. After all, so long as he didn't have to be active for the show, the attunement process shouldn't go interrupted... or so he thought at least. 

You find your supplies that you need and make it to the field after about ten bouts of knights jousting it is finally your turn

A man standing high in a box waves a pennate to begin your run roll initiative Thufir.

Knights Init 12

((I guess I had no issue getting barding/squire/lances? Any cost on those? Can I use the extra chain mail I've been holding for a long while to trade for some of these?))

Thufir takes another sip of wine from the skin he'd filled up and looks back to his companions and says, "Ready for some fun?" He then readies his shield and lance on his horse, looking towards his opponent and offering a salute before beginning the charge.

Initiative 9

ooc((I guess I had no issue getting barding/squire/lances? Any cost on those? Can I use the extra chain mail I've been holding for a long while to trade for some of these?)) Yes

IC: You lurch forward but not before the other warrior spurs their horse on  You meet in the middle Attack: 21 Damage: 11 Subduing If hit roll Animal handling DC 8 + the damage Delt to stay on your horse

Make that a DC5 + the damage delt......Your turn 

animal handling 19 DC 16

WIP

Slammed in the chest, Thufir manages to reign his steed around and shakes off the blow, "Good hit!" he calls out to his opponent. Starting his charge he pulls his lance up aiming to knock his opponent down.

Attack: 25 Damage: 15

Much as your opponents lance splintered upon hit so does yours 15 animal handling. The crowd grows silent as knight falls off the horse taking an additional 1 damage. Your horse trots to the other end of the field as if its done this before. But you find yourself lance-less.

The five lances now four are on the other side of the field with your impromptu squires.   You hear a feminine groan come from the warrior as she gets up and remounts her horse then proceeds with a gallop to the opposite end of the field for another pass.

Her squires are already moving towards her with her lances. The pennate barer points the flag towards you  "Thufir 1rst! Rearm!" The crowd chants Thufirs name

que the squires aka the other player characters. 

Fargen, Nobody you're the squires 

Nobody  just stands there doing polite golf claps and hadn't so much as turned to reach out for any lances. However, at the first sign of pointed attention to himself, boos, or even confusion in the others, it only then slowly dons on him that the supposed 'front row seats' he had been misinterpreted on his part! "Uh! Uh! Uhm! Oh, uh.. w-w-what am -- Oh! Th-they mentioned, uhm, rearming? What am I rearming?!" And on and on he would keep going until either given a command or reflexively aiding Fargen perhaps in hefting up a lance. A process that even with assistance, the tiefling visibly strains to assist at.

Fargen steps up to aid the floundering tiefling, "I may not know jousting, but I know weapons."  

Fargen easily plucks a lance from the rack and hoists it up to Thufir.

As Thufir sees his opponent remounting, he places a hand on his chest as lightning quickly absorbs into his body ((not sure if self magic is disallowed. if so ignore this, if not continue.)) He then takes a lance from his 'squires', gets ready and begins his charge at the knight for the second pass. As always, he aims for her chest, to knock the wind, but not the life, out of her.

Initiative 19(not that I should bother lol)

The female gathers her self and charges ahead Attack: 18 Damage: 10 subduing 

You both miss no animal handling necessary 

Female knight 9Initiative 

Both missing his attack, as well as blocking his opponent's lance with his shield, Thufir quickly turns and spurs on his horse for the next go. Again, as always, aiming to knock her down, not kill her.

Although a bit more ready the second go round Nobody had still been flustered to the point of just leaving things to Fargen as far as proper squire duties. Whenever Thufir had need to come around however, he is sure to shake his fist, grin sheepishly, and babble some half coherent inspiring words such as: "You got her on the ropes, but not really, since there's no actual ropes!" or "Just one more, uh, stab to the gut and she'll maybe fall!"