Shieldmeet 1384 Scramble

[Warlord]

Across the lands is a whole lot of Ja..

Gjurd emerges from the shadows to spread the word among the Northern cities..or would, if he didn't just lazily eat his way into slumber and doesn't make it far..

Quake travels among cormyr's southern cities, mostly chasing her own fake tail, and distracted by squirrels..

Rona doesn't care, she tends to a shrine elsewhere and admires portraits of Lady Myrmeen..the TRUE Rebel of Rebels was a motivation..

Ragnhild, too busy with something else or another, goes about life at her pace..

Helga Battleaxe however, is more than enthused to cross-country visit where adventurers may gather, and suffers, knowing Greatgaunt is the Fountain De Pain of promotion.

[ren]

-Elon runs across the lands from the gaunt east and north ward ... training his legs and endurance for shieldmeet....putting up new posters created by Ru's hand ( frc.proboards.com/post/346311/thread )

And the way back on west and south ward, this time upon his war-steed 'Warr Pe Be' ... a black coated stallion clad in scale mail barding ... putting up fresh posters and calling out to the people of the towns, villages, cities and settlements of these lands.

He pauses in each place to call out the words of the posters ... in similar way as his words called out in the roar, in front of the Chauntea shrine-



Praise be to the Noble House of Thundersword and Sir Ondyn Thundersword for hosting the once more the Shieldmeet contests!



This year's charity will be for: Feeding the Hunrgy of Valkur's Roar

But other charities will be to the Crown, Cloudstone's House of Healing, and the Orcish Settlement

But the time of the Shieldmeet is upon us all. A mere two tendays before the sun raises on the contests.

Miss not out on this history in the making that comes once every 4 years....4 winters. 4 cold lonely winters between.

Glory to be observed, mettle upon mettle in contests of wit, might, fitnesss, luck and chance bared down to the last moment of it all.

See upon the faces of those competing their souls pressed fully to the surface as life is measured by the yardstick of another's effort, experience, will, and striving.

Do not be the one's who missed out, the tales to told, then memories made, the feasting and festing for all old and young, of any blood, be they crowd watching or contesting themselves.

1000 coin for a badge that admits you to all contests of shieldmeet, but next month it is 2000 coin. Audience attending is free. Check the posters for more info, and check the posters for future info too. Schedules set and more!

Shieldmeet nears by everyone moment of the sun's day and the moon's night!

MISS IT NOT good people!



Praise be to the Noble House of Thundersword and Sir Ondyn Thundersword for hosting the once more the Shieldmeet contests!

-he gets upon his steed and makes steady slow pace to the gates, calling out for people to come to shieldmeet...but is off like a bolt of lightning upon the fields and plains off-road to the next town-

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With the opening day of the tourney fast approaching, Lorren had redoubled preperations of her own. It was not uncommon to see her in a plain roughspun tunic and hose, painstakingly climbing and descending the rampart stairs of Valkur's Roar, bearing a pole on her back with rock-filled buckets on either side. Occasionally, she would be seen in mock duels with any willing regular Guardsman in the barracks, training with a large oaken shield weighed down with bracketed bars of lead and an equally weighted wooden sword.

All the while, she maintained a strict, spartan diet of unseasoned meat and vegetables, forgoing the savory bread and pies from Shallybrook she'd grown so fond of, whilst eschewing ale and bourbon in favor of wellwater. Her nights were spent arranging missives; either specific orders for well-made but mundane equipment for the bouts, or simple well-wishes and outreach to those in her social circles that might be attending Shieldmeet.

[Warlord]

Packing it all up yesterday, Helga makes way out of Gaunt and towards Immersea where the fun soon begins..

[Warlord]

Helga prepares to spend the next 12 days in and around the Shieldmeet grounds until requested elsewhere..

Ragnhild, commanded by her superiors, is seen wandering the grounds too and often in uniform. Her great beauty remains hidden while in uniform as her hijab/whitescarf is applied to hide her mouth and nose. The Strategist represents the RCMH as a Squire...

Gjurd, lazy as ever, is hidden at the feast hall. Asleep under the benches and eating! He resides among the shadows while fattening up to be extra chonky..

Zelazadda, Rona, Quake, and Rumble, have yet to make presence in and around Shieldmeet grounds..