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It had been a rather spontaneous idea. Given notice three weeks beforehand by means of letters, posters, and word of mouth, the Coming Crow Tourney was planned to take place. Land for the tourney was offered by a local farmer and many of the farmers and commoners took great pride in working on making the tourney to go well. They needed something to distract their troubled minds of the current affairs of Oberon. The men worked on setting up booths and getting ready for the sporting events. Women worked on baking foods and setting up the banquets that would come before and after the tourney. Children decorated the booths and seemed just as excited, if not more, for the coming tourney.
The Coming Crow Tourney was to take place on the first day of the week. The evening before, the commoners held a rather elaborate banquet to celebrate putting the tourney together. A community feeling of accomplishment swelled in them and when the day came it was even more refreshing to see that it would be a reasonably sunny with a few murky clouds in the sky.
Sporting events had sign-up sheets in the early morning. At dusk, squires began to arrive to sign up their knights and servants began to arrive to check if the tourney was suitable for nobles to attend. It was relatively clean and obvious effort had been put in it. Servants returned to let the nobles know that the tourney was in fact perfect for nobles. The tourney even had a separate group of benches just for nobles to sit at.
Various sporting events set up and ready to go were the jousting event, which would take place all day through rotating knights that wanted to show off, swordplay, archery, a medieval version of football (for the commoners), tag team running, and even a potpie contest for the women.
It was planned that after the sporting events, another lavish banquet for both commoners and nobles alike would take place. Entertainment involving bards and dancing would also take place offered by the patron of the tourney.
So here it was, the day of the Coming Crow Tourney.
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The Boivins had arrived a tad bit early. They were accompanied by Robin Chaput As soon as he had caught word of the tourney, he had offered the opportunity to his student, Blake. Blake quickly agreed to taking part in the archery tournament. The boy loved to show off his skills in the sport and would take any chance even if it was a mixed nobles-commoner tourney. Blake’s mother and younger sister quickly went off to go chat with a few other noble women who were in support of their servants joining the potpie contest. Many noble women, such as Blake’s mother, refused to cook for such a menial tournament instead they competed through having their best maid make the potpie and enter the contest. The Boivin’s maid, Uli, had also entered the competition and Blake had a hunch that the woman would be in the top competitors if not win.
Blake was left alone with his father and his archery coach. He gripped his bow tightly before he spoke towards Robin, “Let’s go try to see the field.” The boy was anxious to see where his targets were. He wanted to do well, if not win, this tournament. Anxious feelings were swirling his stomach as he quickly jogged down the field towards the area where archery was taking place. Robin bowed, dismissing himself from Blake’s father, Galen, before following quickly.
Galen watched as his wife and daughter wandered off and then just a few minutes later his son ran off with the instructor. He was left all alone. Smoothing out his tunic, he straightened it out a bit. It was a medical tunic covering a noble’s shirt. His clothing identified him as both a noble and as a doctor. He walked over to where the jousting would be taking place. Galen had offered to take care of wounds on the jousting field today since his family wanted to partake in the tourney anyways. He hoped that perhaps he would be able to do some stitches today. Recently, he had hit a breakthrough in his research about using a needle and thread instead of ants to stitch up a wound. He was anxious to try it out. Galen shifted the strap of his medical bag on his shoulder as he introduced himself to the man in charge of the jousting tournament. It wasn’t long before he was given his own table and he was putting out his medical tools on it. Looking up at the clear sky, he hoped the day would go well.