Posted by Sir Anton Von Hagenstein
Triumphe X in the Province of Mooneschadowe, the Kingdom of Ansteorra 18th, 19th and the 20th of Oct 2015
Grimfells was invited to come to Ansteorra by their graces Duke Jean Paul and Duchess Gilyan and play in the equestrian games at Triumphe X. With open hearts we accepted. Northern Ansteorra threw open her heart and arms to us and welcomed us eagerly. Thus, on a stormy afternoon we arrived on site with four horses and seven equestrians, of the seven, six would compete and one would be support crew being that she was very new to horses. We waited out the storms and set up camp to find that we were just finished as the sun set; how perfect could that be? With mugs in hands a roving we went for a few hours and the mead did flow!! After hours of song, stories, laughter and good hellos we did returned to make sure the horses were set up for the night. The night passed without any isturbances except for this strange half choking roaring noise that was very close to our camp. Several sorties of solid men and axes were sent out to find this beast or demon, but it was never found… a mystery….
The next morning was crisp and sweet! The storms had pushed away the heat and a cool breeze covered the land. The horses were full of play and joy, for they knew why they had been brought here… to compete!!! Not long after the sun had reached the tree tops the field was set and the riders were tacking the great steeds and sounds of horse challenges filled the air. New steeds were here that had not been seen before this day. The mighty Wrecker, and his three much smaller comrades (Their names escaping me at this time). All to meet on the field of honor with Grimfells own Pusher, Ace, Apache, and Rogelio. A day of excitement like this could not be forgotten soon!!
Finally, the time had come. The marshal raised her voice on high, and after making sure the ground crews were ready and the first competitor was prepared; commanded forth the first rider to begin!!! The horse leaped with delight as it chased down the tilt to crash into the quintain sending the great arm with ball and chain spinning like a child’s top on the floor! Reaching the end of the tilt the rider tossed the lance aside and was given a spear for the rings to gather. Like a comet, they were off again down the path to collect as many rings as they could to the other end of the field. Here the spear was discarded and planted solidly in the ground was the Province of Moonschadowe’s own banner of honor; an eight foot long flowing silk banner four foot wide. One must never allow such a banner to be defiled, so the greatest care must be taken when displaying it! The rider calmly walked their nervous horse to the moving banner in the breeze, and without hesitation reached out and took the banner from the stand and commanded the horse to ride! Like caught in a thunderstorm the banner flew in the wake of their speed, and great honor was given Moonschadowe that day. Now at the other end of the field the banner with great care was handed off to a grounds man and a sword was offered to the rider. The hungry competitor looked down the field and saw the two rows of reeds awaiting them. Splitting the middle of two rows of reeds the rider quickly started striking to the left and the right with the sword, arcs of death tossed reeds in all directions the full length of the run, slowing just enough to turn, the rider was galloping down the field back the way they had come; this time removing heads from posts. Carnage…heads toppled as if it were Bastille Day. Only one event left for this team. As the last head dropped they came to a short stop and looked back down the opposite side of the field. This time rings on T stands only five foot off the ground; this could only mean sword work. The rider commanded the steed to move forward as they extended their sword in a charge!! Rings slid onto the sword as faces of the enemy. As they turn to come back down for the last five rings… Cheers, song, dust, hugs, and the next rider!!!
A day… What A day!!!
These words given in truth by,
Sir Anton Von Hagenstein
Mistress Christiaen at the heads on Wrecker
Grimfolk Equestrians at Triumphe X
Kara on Apache at the ring lance
Lady Alexandras first pass at the quintain riding Apache
Lord Ragnar at the rings on Apache
Mistress Christiaen at the Tilit on Wrecker
Sorcha OMG a spider and Ace embaraced with Lady Alexandra and Rogelio in disbelief
Sorcha and Ace at the ring lance
Lord Ragnar just finishing a tilit on Apache
Kara with the 8 foot banner on Apache
Sir Anton at the rings on Pusher
Sir Anton starting his Tilt on Pusher
Mistress Christiaen starting her ring run on Wrecker
Sir Anton on the rings riding Pusher
Lady Alexandra and Rogelio
Sorcha and Ace at the heards
Sir Anton and Pusher Marshaling
Lady Alexandra and Apache at the rings
Sorcha and Ace with the 8 foot banner
Mistress Christiaen with the 8 foot banner on Wrecker