Artus is left some florins from a deceased uncle, with his older brother set to get the lands and titles of his family he sets out to make his fame and fortune elsewhere. A career in the sport of jousting beckons. After a small purchase of horse and armour Artus is ready to begin.
He enters himself in a small Vespers Tournament on the eve of the Salop Tourney.
The sounds of galloping horse and snapping lance hang in air.
"..... Our next joust Artus The Humble and Geffroi The Honorable"
Artus looks down, his horse Token was nervous.
"Easy boy, we're all new"
The horn bellows, the joust starts.
Artus and Token take off at a run, Geffroi tries to kick his steed into a sprint but it too settles into a run. That little stutter gives Art the advantage he's ready first and sweeps the lance into place. Artus' lance breaks upon the shield of Geffroi.
"First point first point" Artus shouts to himself.
As the two cross back over ready for the second run, Artus can see Geffroi is more hurt then Artus first realise.
"We've winded him boy, look at him" Artus looks around, maybe he shouldn't speak to Token so much.
The horn, this time both riders and mounts take off at a steady run, but this time it's Geffroi who sets his lance early with a sweep. Luckily it's to no avail as once more its Artus' lance that strikes and shatters landing square in the chest of Geffroi.
"Last one boy, let's make it count"
The two knights take off, Geffroi tries to take it at a gallop to give him more time. His horse doesn't agree and continues to run, again Geffroi sets his lance with a sweep. This time the clatter and clash rings out from both riders as each shatters their lance. Artus takes the blow upon his shield while Geffroi suffers a blow to the helm, he's hurt but it's the last run. Artus is declared winner 3 - 1.
Artus relaxes a little while watching some of the other knights joust, after the initial Artus is selected to joust a second and final time in the Vespers.
"Artus the Humble and Lovel The Adamant" the herald booms out.
"Come on now boy, we fought well this morning" Artus whispers to Token.
Full of confidence they take off at a sprint, while the more experienced Lovel sets of at a gallop opting for accuracy. It works a good, solid blow strikes Artus upon his right arm, lance breaking. A little shaken but unhurt Artus returns to his end for the second run.
This time he controls Token a bit more and they set off at a run, once more Lovel gallops. Artus locks his lance nice and straight. Striking Lovel upon his chest, lance snapping in two.
"That makes us even" he turns ready to return for the third, when he notices Lovel is hurt. . . Lovel raises his visor and holds up his hand, withdrawing.
"We've done it Token, he's had enough"
His name a little more well known, his purse a little more fuller. Artus rides off, there's a small fair joust next month let's see if we can get in.