>>6006838“The Hunt’s first round opponents are the Dragoons of The Flame. There’s not much particularly notable about them, they’re… Eccentric.” He points to a cadre of knights in armor adorned with the motifs of dragon wings and heads. The tops and sides of their helmets, the pommels of their sideswords. Not even Group B would commit this hard to a motif. “They’re the noble order of House Orville. But every so often, Lord Walter catches wind of a sighted dragon, and his knights will march a tear across Wymund. They always bid to compete in the Clash, of course, they believe a dragon really was slain centuries ago within this city, before the founding of Wymund. They don’t have any major rivalries, except perhaps an implied rivalry with the Librarium, over the proliferation of false information. It’s not so serious, many Dragonets are scholars too, more dreamy-eyed perhaps…”
“You believe in dragons, kid?” You prod.
He looks away with some small embarrassment. “Believe? No. Wish to believe? Certainly. Let’s move on… One rivalry that will definitely come to light in a later round is the rivalry between the Riders of Red and Gallants of Green. Lady Addison’s Riders, Lord Andre’s Gallants. Siblings, twins at that, and due to lost knowledge of their exact times of birth, they both received the honor of founding a noble order unimpeded. Most people see it as a childish struggle between the two, one that will probably never until one of them is named the true heir to House Erican. Who else…” Alphonse taps his foot.
“I think that’s more than enough. I get what you’re saying, kid.” You interrupt. “Everyone here’s got their “story” to accompany them. We should own ours. That’s a good idea.”
“Thank you, Sir. Yes, you have a real stake in this fight. I think that can be a blessing and a curse… Make sure it’s the former more than the latter.”
“I’ll keep it in mind…” You say, finally looking over your shoulder…
<—>CONTINUED<—>
Another engagement. A surprise assault. Gerald Hayner is already looking straight at you.
Now or never, you guess.
“Alphonse, please excuse me, I’m off to go speak with Lord Hayner…”
“Of course, Sir. Meet me at the door when we’re all excused to make ready for the joust.” Alphonse gives a small salute, and you return it.
You wheel around and take confident strides toward the antagonist of your story.
>”Hayner, you son of a bitch!” [Get the attention of everyone. Milo is a line in the sand, and you need to know which side these Grandmasters may be on.]>”Lord Hayner, a word, if you may?” [You’re representing House Cecil. You shouldn’t cause a scene here. BE. COOL.]>Say nothing. Continue “the engagement.” Who’s the more charismatic knight? Who’s winning in “the narrative?” [3d100 50DC: Base 40DC + 5 (Made a good impression on liaison) + 5 (Scrutinized Alphonse’s eyeline)] 