#;knightthread

[oxthsworn]

      “You know, I was fully expecting to be alone out here this late.” A smirk stole across Leon’s lips, perched contently on the port, gaze flickering between the waves rolling below his feet, and the source of the sound. Dull footfalls upon the wood of the landing had snagged his attention, but still not enough to fully pull away from the lure of the sea. He’d never felt as landlocked as he did recently, but at the same time... It was something stable. It was somewhere he could actually lay down roots, maybe one day make a name for himself beyond his role as a mercenary at war. “Not that I’m like to complain for some company,” Leonidas added, finally turning his gaze toward the sound and flashing a smile. He wasn’t the sort to turn away company of any sort, and it showed in how he handled himself.

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@boffinxprodigy

      It was chaos. One moment, they’d been preparing to watch the last matches of the joust, the next, terror had erupted throughout the camp. Beasts roaring to shake their entire world. He was taking action immediately, guiding people toward the castle. It was one of those few times towering over everybody helped him, garnering attention with a yell and doing everything he could to get them to safety. It was only afterward that he knew he needed to focus on finding a few specific individuals. One of whom he caught sight of immediately after a crowd surged aside, a wild beasts chased by a group of Witchers. Gaze zeroing in on the familiar form of Saryn, among the crowd. Barely waiting before charging his way forward, a hand securing the others waist and tugging him aside, under an awning and away from the crowd practically tearing at each other to be free.

“Hey, hey, it’s me, you’re fine.” He needed the other to realize he was safe. The castle was their best bet for safety. “Have you seen any of the others, sire? Yg?”

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@laurentremes

      Why he’d even agreed to be part of this jousting tourney was beyond him. He vaguely remembered a bet amongst the knights of Medes on their way over, although they had been drinking more than their fair share during their travels, and he somehow ended up volunteered as one of the participants.He wasn’t even competitive, a fact that seemed to make zero difference as he was set up for the first rounds. Luckily, he knew well enough how to handle himself astride a horse, but he was vastly more interested in watching his competitor’s matches. It was the only reason he bumped in to the Prince of Valtolia, head immediately dipping in a nod of respect.

“I must say, m’lord, you’re certanly putting on a show out there in the ring.” Of course, the armour the other wore, shined to perfection left his own looking downright terrible, but he doubted it would make a difference in th elong run. You won, or you lost. “I hope I get the chance to cross lances with you myself.”