The winds whip about and shove.
Waters rush around and carve.
The sun seeks to burn thirst into all.
Dangers held within the providers of life.
Sapling vulnerable from above,
If not for the mountain standing tall.
Tourneys, balls, festivals, competitions, and hunts. Activities constantly taking place all about the Spring Court. Each parlor seeking to grow their fame and attract new members by hosting events. The large and powerful did it to maintain status. The small and unknown did it to establish their own. It was the way of life within the Court and core to their tenants of new growth and freedom.
Quacey was very aware of this fact and held fondness for it. But he had already grown annoyed with the sheer number of invitations he received now that his name was becoming more to the awareness of the wider members of the court. He dreaded to think of how many the famous must wade through constantly in their daily tasks. And of course the Spring King that received them all. It could not be called official if the king was not invited at the very least.
Normally he would refuse most invitations unless they were specifically important political or religious events taking place. The time required to attend was better spent with his kids or his duties.... But with his rank came some obligations. One such was to make sure the court was not falling behind in martial talent and skill in case a war broke out. The young loved to attend tourneys but rarely could make it into the bigger ones. All knights, warriors, and fighters must start out in the minor events to hone their skills against their peers and rise or fall accordingly.
This was how Quacey found himself as the honored guest at the minor tourney of Elmleaf Spring. The Parlor of the Elmleaf Spring hosting the event. A common detail amongst minor events was to name them after your parlor to help raise awareness of the name. It was a much more intimate affair. No expense was sparred to make it as festive and colorful as possible. It was just a shame how limited their resources were. Food smelled good, but was of cheaper stock and the prices reflected this. Same of their ale, beer, and wine. Bits of fading indicating secondhand banners, clothes, and flags. Less refinement in speeches, songs, and stories. Slight disorganization about each event.
But it held more heart and passion than half the larger tourneys.
Quacey was dressed in his plain armor. The only adornment being his gray tabard trimmed in blue with the symbol of the Twins upon it. His longsword sheathed in basic leather. No helm upon his head nor beneath his arm. One would not assume much from him and may even doubt his status as guest of honor. All the others participating in the martial events were adorned in as colorful and fancy of armor and clothing as they could afford. A flock of metal peacocks every last one of them. All Brimming with youth and pride.
And he was hear to beat that pretty pride out of each one of them so they might learn a valuable lesson: function before form. A lesson that could one day save their lives on the field of battle.
Waters rush around and carve.
The sun seeks to burn thirst into all.
Dangers held within the providers of life.
Sapling vulnerable from above,
If not for the mountain standing tall.
Tourneys, balls, festivals, competitions, and hunts. Activities constantly taking place all about the Spring Court. Each parlor seeking to grow their fame and attract new members by hosting events. The large and powerful did it to maintain status. The small and unknown did it to establish their own. It was the way of life within the Court and core to their tenants of new growth and freedom.
Quacey was very aware of this fact and held fondness for it. But he had already grown annoyed with the sheer number of invitations he received now that his name was becoming more to the awareness of the wider members of the court. He dreaded to think of how many the famous must wade through constantly in their daily tasks. And of course the Spring King that received them all. It could not be called official if the king was not invited at the very least.
Normally he would refuse most invitations unless they were specifically important political or religious events taking place. The time required to attend was better spent with his kids or his duties.... But with his rank came some obligations. One such was to make sure the court was not falling behind in martial talent and skill in case a war broke out. The young loved to attend tourneys but rarely could make it into the bigger ones. All knights, warriors, and fighters must start out in the minor events to hone their skills against their peers and rise or fall accordingly.
This was how Quacey found himself as the honored guest at the minor tourney of Elmleaf Spring. The Parlor of the Elmleaf Spring hosting the event. A common detail amongst minor events was to name them after your parlor to help raise awareness of the name. It was a much more intimate affair. No expense was sparred to make it as festive and colorful as possible. It was just a shame how limited their resources were. Food smelled good, but was of cheaper stock and the prices reflected this. Same of their ale, beer, and wine. Bits of fading indicating secondhand banners, clothes, and flags. Less refinement in speeches, songs, and stories. Slight disorganization about each event.
But it held more heart and passion than half the larger tourneys.
Quacey was dressed in his plain armor. The only adornment being his gray tabard trimmed in blue with the symbol of the Twins upon it. His longsword sheathed in basic leather. No helm upon his head nor beneath his arm. One would not assume much from him and may even doubt his status as guest of honor. All the others participating in the martial events were adorned in as colorful and fancy of armor and clothing as they could afford. A flock of metal peacocks every last one of them. All Brimming with youth and pride.
And he was hear to beat that pretty pride out of each one of them so they might learn a valuable lesson: function before form. A lesson that could one day save their lives on the field of battle.