Tournament IC shout-out thread

[AussieGiant]

Picking himself up of the ground were he landed heavily the young Duke is still smiling and clearly invigorated by the melee.

As he removes his helm he looks back at Alphonse as he walks off the field.

"I adjust my codpiece because it is so 'uge, at least zat is w'at ze ladies say Alphonse.

I am sorry you did not gain satisfaction today.

Per'aps next time."

[deguerra]

Raoul unsteadily walks off the field, bleeding in numerous places. After thinking for a bit, he shouts to the assembled nobles:

I fear this tournament was over rather quickly for my liking, and still I have not met the man to best me in combat.

Both Duke Alain and the Dauphin are to be respected as fighters. Each got the better of me at one stage, but neither managed to finish me off.

Thus an open invitation: I will duel whatever nancyboy has the guts to come and face me. As I have nothing to offer to he who does, I offer my services. I've said I'll only fight for a man I respect, and what better way of getting that then beating me in a duel. If anyone wants me, I shall be in the tavern!

[AussieGiant]

"You beat me already Raoul, I will give another man a shance before I take you up on your shallenge.

Although if you shange your mind, you are always welcome in Bretagne.

Zink on it. zat is all I ask."

[Marcus Agrippa]

Alexandre stands glass in hand and addresses the feast hall.

I raise a toast to the valour, courage and prowess of my brother knights for that was a well fought tournament. I hope there will be many more for us to compete on friendly terms. So please raise your glasses too all who fought and to the victor!

[Ramses II CP]

The Prince hurls his sword into the dirt at his feet, and looks about him with grim anger visible on his face. For a moment it almost looks as though he will attack the nearest man with his bare hands, but at last he turns his head to the sky and roars a series of curses instead,

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"Nom de dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperies de connards d'encule de ta mere!"

Shaking his head Louis lowers his gaze again to the Royal pavillion from which the King has watched the tournament and his anger bleeds away as he offers a bow in that direction. Without any acknowledgement of his outburst he departs the field in the direction of the tavern.

edit OOC: And, yeah, I ripped the cursing off... you can probably figure out where from.