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Crownation of Wladyslaw Leszczynski and Peace Celebrations

Still bound by the tournament Molly stands in her all natural state leaning on a wall, and watching enough individuals finally walk in and signing up. Molly gazed out over the fine arenas. A devilish smirk on her lips. She was enjoying this great new state of nakedness, and the looks were far more intriguing to her.

Her shield leaning on the wall beside her she balanced her spear in the air. Playing content as a bee to let the others deal with diplomacy. So many choices did she have for the future, but for her. All she wanted to do right now was to enjoy the guards staring at her, she would guess rather enjoying detaining her for the events, and feeling the kiss of the warm sun upon her skin.

Waiting quietly with only slight giggles she watched more people enter the arenas.

The Emperor entered the arena to sign for Turney while watching a wonderful but naked woman, only dressed by her long red hair.

The Emperor was confused, Moscow presented him a wife each day he had to stay in their lands, this to be the present of the polish for all who call in turney?

Leaving the naked woman behind he more and more reminded her Face. Where he knew her from?

In which disciplines you want to sign Sire?

Alrik took his mace and hit all three shields.

I do sign in all disciplines offered.

Then he left for the naked woman, now he rememberd her name.

My fair Lady, use that robe! I don't want to see you having a cold while Turney is about to happen.

Molly looks up as she is approached the man most abusive to her. Only Alrik has been to her. Yes it was cold, but she was protected. My her belief, and heart.

"I was wondering when you would decide to grace us with your presence sire. I am on vacation if you can not tell. The cold of this world is nothing in comparison to some hearts."

She had wondered all this time what she would say to him if he dared to come find her. If he dared to speak to her. She though about cursing him for betraying her.Possibly about turning around in her current state and bending over and taking what he had to give. Thoughts of lecturing him on his control issues. Even over his abuse of her sister for his twisted war. Instead she would hold back her thoughts.

"I forgive you Alrik." She gave a weak smile as her spirit was crushed, but not worse than his public word. For Burgundy as the world saw now was like his hunting dog. Did as he told them, and filled in the blanks. Burgundy would once call Molly the leader of the NA, so she resigned. Proving they continue with out her. Showing even God that she led nothing more than peace.

Burgundy would one say she wished to personally own Hamburg, but she remembered her words that it was to be owned for peace. Not for her. Proving to herself that these men are pure liars. Burgundy now threatens the world of peace, but another secret she has still left. "I am still Princess of Ireland. Blood can not be erased Alrik. I do not sit, stay, roll over, or beg upon your command, but I was still your friend. Peace is in your hands, and not my sisters. Call off Burgundy off of the innocent and emotional Ireland, and let us fight in the ring. Just as before you know you will win, but in God's eyes. Are you really winning Alrik?"

The coming silence was plenty of an answer for Molly. Her eyes look over across the arena seeing the visitors who watched the coming Turney. A cloaked figure gazed in return to Molly. It is now that Molly nods to the figure knowing her time is coming short.

The beginning of the fifth day was upon her. Quietly she mumbles...

"And God said, Let the waters cause to creep forth the creeping thing, the living soul; and let fowl fly above the earth upon the faces of the expanse of the heavens. And God created great whales, and every living soul that creepeth, which the waters caused to creep forth after their kinds, and every winged fowl after its kind; and God saw that it was good. And God blessed them, saying, Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the waters in the seas, and the fowl shall be multiplied in the earth. And the evening and the morning were the fifth day.

The fifth state is when the man discourses from faith, and thereby confirms himself in truth and good: the things then produced by him are animate, and are called the "fish of the sea," and the "birds of the heavens."

Long risen from her knees of prayer she moves into the center of the arena. Much is coming for this lady of hair the nature of flames. Bending straight at her hips her hands come in front of her flat upon the ground. Knees unbent holding through the strain.

Held for a few moments hands lift from the ground, and now slip between her knees now bending as she lowers her bare moon to the earth of the arena. Rolling aft onto her hind side her feet lift almost of their own locking behind her neck.

Ah blessing secrets only a husband had known. Molly had been blessed with loose joints in life. Such a feature was a blessing to those around her, but a times proved to be a painful inconvenience for her. As on occasion with nothing more than a stretch improperly performed a bone would dislocate in some location of her body. Leaving her in a sharp and constant pain that wold only subside when the bone was forced back into it's intended location. Still being loose of the joints also allowed Molly to maintain a unique ability to have muscles smooth and relaxed.

A single leg slips from behind her neck. Shooting straight out and laying flat upon the earth. The next leg slides from her neck in front of her. Pushing straight to her side as she rolls up with hay with in her hair from her efforts to remain warm. Molly sits up slipping into a strong splitting of her legs. Hooking her hands she extends them straight in front of her. Reaching for the foot in front of her in the splits.

Slowly keeping her arms extended she lifts them above her. Reaching for her God in heaven. Then pops her shoulders rolling them so her straight arms now reach behind her with out separating her hands. Arching her back as far as the bones compacting would allow she reached straight armed to the foot behind her.

Once again rising from her position she notes the cloaked figure moving from the stands towards her. Ignoring the motion she reached in front of her with her hands. Separating them finally allowing them to settle into the earth. The leg behind her began to press lifting her flanks from the arena floor. Slowly she lifted to only the leg that was before her, and her hands.

The other leg firmly held straight in front of her. Then the leg that remained down swings up. Standing her for a moment upon her hands. Looking towards Alrik with a look opposite of normal. She allowed her legs to lead her as they fell back.

Pressing with her arms she elegantly rose facing the cloaked figure who now covered her with a white gown. Moving to gather her weapon and shield. The figure leads Molly out of view.

The day the tourney began had approached. The October wins blew across Poland, making the flags flutter above the grounds.
Ishbeal, much less regally attired now in armour and fitting leather, with vambraces and greaves to protect her extremities stepped out into the ring. Hers was the first fight of the day.
The Polish-style sword provided by the Polish crown for the duration of the tournament was drawn, the tip angled towards the ground before her feet and the large, brightly painted kite-shield strapped to the left arm.
She bowed, the heavy armour would not do for a courtsey. Her opponent looked terribly young. Her heart went out to him for but a moment, only a few heart beats longer and they would become opponents...

Arriving to the turney arena Molly was late. Her opponent already stood perhaps sleeping? Molly nods, but received no reaction at all. Hesitating for a moment Molly in her leather shirt and helmet lifted the spear and shield. What she has so much more experience with.

Her opponent still reacts not. Though dressed, and with weapon. Molly stood for a bit before reaching out and poking the knight in her thigh with the spear. Attaining no reaction what so ever Molly again reaches out poking the knight in the torso two times. Ok what is going on here? Finally she slaps the knight in the arm with the blunt of her spear. Her head shaking as she was announced the winner.

What in the world? Then Molly looked down realizing her white gown had torn of. Being in the buff from the leather shirt down, and facing a woman. Of course Molly won by pure shock. With the results in Molly is told she next faces Alar. At this Molly's eyes explode. "A..A... Alar?" Her hands shock as she began to walk to the melee..

"And the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the army of them. And on the seventh day God finished His work which He had made; and He rested on the seventh day from all His work which He had made. And God blessed the seventh day, and hallowed it, because that in it He rested from all His work which God in making created."

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When from being dead a man has become spiritual, then from spiritual he becomes celestial, as is now treated of (verse 2:1). The celestial man is the seventh day, on which the Lord rests (verses 2, 3).

Beginning the practice of her seventh day of rest. Molly now rests as was promised. Standing perfectly still as her eyes watched the others battle around her. Amazed as a knight called Misco falls to Sharkus. Molly still has not joined, or been attacked. Whoa what a blow to Jurand falling to the strong blow of Andre von Mure!

Knight Kazimierz Wisniowiecki is hit in the leg by Maleus falling to Molly's feet. Molly looks down leaning on her spear to the knight with a smile. "Hello" Feeling a bit cheeky, and not wanting people to think she didn't even try she reaches out smacking Wladyslaw Leszczynski at the head. Giggling she pointed to the past out knight at her feet. "He did it!" From behind Molly is hit by Sharkus Kobrietis on her arm. "Ouch!" Well she had to step into it didn't she? Spinning around with a hop her spear flung out catching Zbyszko z Bogdanca on the arm. "Whoopsy, so sorry." She giggled wincing a bit to the spurt of blood. Backing away from the knight she hurt she nearly stumbles back over the falling knight of Kinzetka Gold. Holy hell this is a mad house!

Looking up she sees Andre von Mure standing with a heavy breath from falling the knight. Stepping over the body Molly tries to move out of the mess. Deidre de Almhuin, Albrecht von Preussen,
Sokmund Chorobinski, and Jjah Virilis all fall back to back. Exhausted and defeated. Molly is practically leaping like a wild deer to avoid the falling bodies. Dietrich den Uxi, Ish Lachesis, and SniperGuy fall one right after the other. These were sure to be knights that survived longer than Molly, but she was managing to mostly sneak around them all. Turning to see where she was going Molly found the weapon of Ascot the Falcon in her gut.

Letting out a pitiful whimper she jumps away. Zbyszko z Bogdanca takes a final blow to his arm driving him down. Still Molly survives? She was speechless! Wulfgar ohne Land takes a powerful blow to his torso just before her falling to his knees. Seeing Lady Jadwiga running at her Molly instinctively sliced across the woman's legs to distract her! darutek falls taking a strong blow to his head. Just as the lady Molly just hit was hit by another. Molly winced knowing that had to hurt!

Angud is taken out by her duel opponent for later Alar! Alar's strike to the torso made Molly's eyes water. She wanted more children! Almost as if showing off Alar then takes out Witold Cienkobrody with a blow to the arm. Molly's knees began to shake with each step.

Trying to not show fear she smacks Ascot the Falcon with her spear in the lower torso, and Maleus strikes almost immidiately the same knights leg. Oh how brutal! Oh she couldn't leap fast enough La Hire pops Molly very hard in her arm. Finally Molly only hears ringing in her head as the final blow drives her to her knees. Curling into a ball she avoids the others until she can finally crawl to safety. Still they ask her to continue? WHATTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!

Going to soak her aching body in her tent Molly knew tomorrow against Alar and again in the melee was just going to hurt something fierce.

With a gentle smile, Ish extended her hand to help her opponent up again. "I hope I didn't hurt you too badly", she said quietly before being announced the winner of the duel. Even though it was cool, she mopped sweat from her brow as she took of the helmet for a short time.
This was only the first day of the tournament, but it was also the hardest.
A few hundred feet along the horses were readied for the jousting contest and whenever she thought of it, her heart sank a little. She had never jousted before and Kolfinna was a diminuitive beast, so she was not very confident of how far she would get in that contest. Also, she was up against Alar.
Her heart sank further as she looked at the lists with the results of the individual pairings, Maleus had fought the Russian King... and lost.
There was little time between now and the jousting contest, but she knew that her husband was going to start there as well and so she ran off to the area where the warriors were readying themselves and their horses.
She recognised his silhoutte as she always did and judging from his bodylanguage, he seemed fine. Ish halted her steps and looked down at herself with a rueful expression, scale armour and weaponry were hardly the most flattering of garb but there was nothing to be done for it. He had seen her in worse states.
"Maleus!", it was not a very loud call as she crossed the last few steps between them and pressed herself into his arms. "Are you hurt?"

Maleus tried to smile back to her. „I´m fine. I´ve lost, but Alar was the better fighter today. It was a close fight and maybe next time I will be the winner. But I saw, that you are in the next round. I hope you will win again.“ He gave her a little kiss. „But now I should hurry.“ He mounted his horse. It was the first time he used a lance and it felt quite unfamiliar to have a long peace of wood in his hand.

The jousting was hard. Both opponents were able to push the other from the back of their horse. So the seventh and last trie would bring the result. Maleus putted spurs to his horse. He never did this befor and the animal jumped up and ran away. Maleus was able to be still on the back on the horse but nothing more. So his enemy, the france king would pronounced as winner of this joust.

„Odin should take this son of a donkey and let the Fenrir eat his flesh.“ he shouted. „Next time I will have a real horse and not such...“ He couldn´t find the right word. So he turned around an searched for his wife.

Maleus reaction had not set her mind at rest, but Ish forced herself to concentrate on her next event.
She had never tried this before and Kolfinna seemed scared of the lance somewhat. It took her a few minutes before she managed to bring the mare under control and keep the lance in place at the same time.

A deep breath. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the flag go down and she spurred her horse into a gallop. Before her, the lance seemed to wobble and suddenly the big body of the Russian king made an awfully small target. Her concentration was so hard, she was about to shout with joy as her lance connected as she felt herself being pushed hard against the chest and fell to the ground with a huge crash.
"Ow..", she groaned quietly, rolling over and raising herself first to all fours and then onto two legs.
Someone had caught Kolfinna and the mare was dancing about nervously, seemingly quite shocked about the fact that her rider had just fallen off in mid-gallop.
Ish calmly stroked her neck and mounted again, accepting a second lance. I am not going to fall again!, she told herself just as the flag went down.
Alar came closer a whole lot faster than she wanted him to, but the lance connected and.. she closed her eyes.
A loud crash and she was still sitting in the saddle! "Mother Mary..!", she exclaimed, grinning wildly. This was beginning to be fun after all!
The opponents turned, positioned themselves and they were off again! This time her lance missed and Alar hit her squarely in the chest. Her breath exploded from her chest and she could feel herself falling, tensing involuntarily as she hit the ground hard.
Flat on her back, she swore quietly under her breath. Someone extended a helping hand, which she gladly accepted, together with the reins of her horse. "That was certainly an experience, Kolfinna, don't you think?", she said to the mare as she led her back to the tents.

He wasn´t in a good mood as he found his wife. Frustration was shown on his face about the results in this tourney. „It looks like we are not made for jousting. Using a extra-long toothpick to push someone else from the back of his horse. Only Christians could come up with such a thing.“ He grumbled. „But maybe we can now do the thing why we are here. Sign this contract. And then we should move back home.“