When the horns blew to summon the champions, it was the sigilless knight with the black and white stripes who took the very first bout.
He was as such the first to claim a challenger, rapping his lance against a proffered shield with a sound that rang out across the whole field, and in doing so nearly made the knight's own house sigil prophetic in the process.
A sword driven deep into rock.
The crowd surged up in elation at the sight, and once something like silence settled back over the stands, the royal herald boomed out each name in turn, his voice pitched to carry to the very furthest reaches of the grounds.
"Chief Torghan Vohori, Chieftain of the Voghondai, rides against Lord Gormon Brittle Beard of Aesontia"
Both riders paused before the viewing stand to dip their lances in salute to the King and his family, before wheeling off toward their respective corners of the field.
