#metiaevent

[ofthes]

theseus was utterly bored out of his mind. he thought these tournaments rather barbaric, and his interests had never been honed to enjoy such brutish sports. the halls were filled with boisterous music that wasn’t quite to his liking, and he’d tasted better food at home on one of the cook’s bad days. he sat there chewing that tough cube of steak for what felt like an eternity before the youngest marchant sank into his seat, defeated. he felt rather foolish; he’d dressed to impress and yet it seemed all the men were far too engrossed in the jousting event to pay him any attention. 

[stonecoldbergianking]

               to say he wasn’t enjoying the festivities would be a lie. he was definitely having a great time. though he wasn’t expecting such warm weather. he didn’t have any of the correct attire that truly helped him feel relaxed or comfortable. all of his clothes were thick, made tough from the finest pelts in his kingdom. so he found himself in need of some new attire while he was away from his kingdom. so perhaps that’s why he was strutting around the merchant’s shop naked as can be. he had no shame in the matter. besides, to him this weather was beyond hot. it wasn’t until a few minutes into his disrobing that he realized he wasn’t alone. “come to find some garments as well?” he questioned, looking over a set of robes he found. “can’t believe i forgot to bring any of my thinner materials.” he said, resting a hand on his bare hip as he thought to himself.

[oxthsworn]

     It’s been but a day since the manticore’s attacked and were repelled, a day since claw’s took his eyes from him. Nothing feels right. Smells right. He’d been confined to the infirmary at the castle after he’d been cleared to move, not that the exhaustion in his very bones made that easy upon the Witcher. But, he’d moved, barely spoken a word the entire time. Even with feeling like he was running on empty, he hadn’t been able to sleep. To calm the buzzing in his head at all the missed opportunities. He’d never be able to finish his bestiary. Never be able to watch the young soldiers training in the yard. Never be able to watch the first sun as it peeked over the horizon.

      But what provoked his current rage was when his blade was brought to him. Found within the spine of one of the slain manticore’s, they knew it to be his. Thought nothing of delivering it to the man as he led there, and left. It provoked a new wave of those breaking sobs, before rage took over. No matter how much his body screamed in agony, he was on his feet, grabbing whatever vial was closest to his bed after fumbling around for a moment, and with a roar, lobbed the glass at the closest wall. He heard the steps, and not even considering who it could be, was turning without a second thought.

        “Leave me!”

[for those with a prior connection/plotted connection]

[valtolianheir]

Years of constant training beneath the finest teachers money could buy culminated in this moment. Alistair was the first to enter the jousting tournament in the name of his kingdom. He was certain of his skills and of the glory, he would bring Valtolia. "You're looking at the future jousting champion right here." Alistair crossed his arms beneath his chest, catching the attention of a passing man. "If you're placing bets you know who to wager your money on. I'll make sure you triple your winnings."

[iah-vypren]

Iah may have been considered one of the ‘maidens’ vying for a knight’s affection, but he was far from it. Rather than watching the strong men wield their swords and lances, he had sat himself among the other nobles, listening and speaking with them at intervals. It seemed many were still on edge about having so many people from different kingdoms in one place. Less than five years ago, the thought would have been ridiculous. Now, with the treaty in place, they were all expected to get along with no issues.

“Who will you be cheering for?” he asked the nearest person. He had yet to ask them that question and was rather interested in the answer.

[queenaeneas]

Aeneas was not that happy to be at the event. Large gatherings weren’t really his thing, especially as Argia prided itself on being so independent. That didn’t change the fact that him being there was a requirement. He just...didn’t feel like he quite fit in with most of the other royalty, especially the others queens. That was the only positive side of his son signing him up for the jousting event. It would at least take his mind off of it, as well as give him the chance to knock into some people for sport.

Adjusting his fine black and gold clothes, as well as the sword that laid on his hip, he let out a rather dramatic sigh as he felt someone approach. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

[lordofblacktyde-blog]

Perestan’s time in Valtolia was off to a good start. No a great start. The joust had gone fairly well, he had unhorsed several riders, and made a great display of his physical prowess to the people of Metia, he had been going through a natural high from a combination of the excitement of the crowds, the rush of being horseback, the clashing of lances against other people and shields, and the thrill of winning several matches. Now the Lord of Blacktyde was celebrating the successful first day he had had, with several rounds of wine. Despite his better judgement the lord and gone and got himself intoxicated. The lord had shed a few layers of clothing and was now in a sleeveless top, the top of it unlaced showing off hints of the blonde curls on his chest. His hair still messy from his helm, the sweat and dirt still decorating his forehead. He’d gone straight from the tournament to drinking, and it showed.

Smiling at the nearest person, “Friend, how goes it? Enjoying your time here in Valtolia? Enjoying the tourney I hope. Do you manage to see my performance?” 

[qveenpandcra-blog]

AS PANDORA LOOKED DOWN AS THE MANGLED BODIES of fallen bergians, a strange and foreign emotion bubbled inside him. not since his eldest son died violently had this overwhelming sadness washed over the queen of bergia. this wasn’t sadness for him, his family had made it through the worst of it all, coming home and remaining unscathed by the violent attacks of the wild manticores. 

some of the nobles were not so lucky.

nobles from house gaunt, rookwood, and even pruitt had all fallen prey to the vicious beasts in valtolia. even with the bad blood between pandora and alizia pruitt, the queen could bury the hatchet long enough to bring back the body of their loved one. although he wanted to, he knew blaming valtolia was the least of his worries. bergia wasn’t a place of sunshine and rainbows, attacks happened on their snow covered soil as well but they were well versed in how to handle such monsters. but the details of the tragedy were all lost to him as a tear threatened to drop from his face, the footsteps behind him rushing them away. one deep breath and diamond exterior hardened those emotions the queen began to spout off orders. 

“take the bodies to the east quarters to load up into the carriages. they can’t stay here all night. we will leave in the morning to deliver them to each house and end in at the crescent. alizia will be expecting me.” pandora turned, the sheer white evening robes swishing behind him as the other person in the room revealed themselves to not be who pandora was expecting. “it’s you!”

-- ** open to any bergian nobles (or whoever this could make sense for).