The Earl of Winchester's Tournament was attended by nobles, peasants, merchants and priests alike.
The tavern bustled, battles were fought and forests were scoured for mercenaries as the Earl threw his stout hearted hero's at the enemy time and time again.
Bard's plied their trade with fire breathing and song, lifting the night with friendly chear.
Poison reared its ugly head; the brave Sir Jauffrey struck down no less than twice!
Theft and assassination encroached on evenings filled with rowdy song and fine tales. The fire playing upon the faces of of those whose fear was hidden only by their exaction.
Then, in the thick of night a wolf howled and dark creatures crept from the far reaches of the forest. Fey beasts roamed the woods and even the Earl himself seemed enchanted by dark powers, (or something like that...).
Through all the madness and the tears, the fear and the running in pitch black with only their voice and a candlelight. They somehow managed to save themselves, the Earl, the fort and take part in the Earl's tornay before leaving for home in tinsy tiny little carriage.

But that's another adventure...