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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 17, 2017 19:25:27 GMT
At the tourney grounds, the contestants begin arriving fro the great melee. Dozens and dozens of warriors are about, and the stands are crowded today, which is blessedly cloudy with no rain, not hot at all. Queen Larissa is the overseer of the day, the king watching from his great castle walls, as he is fighting a stomach flu, her four daughters near her, her two sons only eight and nine and at their first real public event. The Arryns are in public for the first time since their sister's death, and every kingdom has sent its nobles to this, frequently the most purely entertaining event to be had. Betting is rampant and legal, odds set and tracked by markers.
In four groups of twenty each, a line on each compass point of the map, the knights and warriors gather. They shall enter the great circle from all sides, and then the fight shall begin. There are no rules as such save that using the horse itself as a weapon is disallowed.
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The Melee
Aug 17, 2017 21:49:11 GMT
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Post by King Theon IV Hoare on Aug 17, 2017 21:49:11 GMT
Prince Theon appears in public, accompanied by the Bastard of Riverrun himself. The Crown Prince makes use of a primitive wheel chair, and joins his various relatives of assorted kinship. After pausing to say something most inappropriate to the other young man, Tywin Rivers takes his place in the melee.
The Bastard is dressed in leather and comes armed with rapier and dirk. He never seems to stop smiling.
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Post by Prince Willem Lannister on Aug 17, 2017 22:11:35 GMT
Prince Willem Lannister arrives at the toruney grounds with a great crowd of Western lords and ladies surrouding him. The Prince is clad in his golden plate armor with a brilliant scarlet surcoat overlaying the armour with a gold roaring gold lion emblazoned on its chest. The Prince is shieldless indciating that he was to fight two handed. His younger brother Prince Hendry was acting as his squire and was busy checking that all was ready. Willem's cousin Ser Jaymes Reyne was also present himself an impressive sight, clad in the red and white colours of his house.
Willem looked for his other cousin Lord Reynard Serrett who he had been told had entered as well, but there was no sign of him.
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 17, 2017 22:17:26 GMT
Down on the field, Ser Clayton was garbed in plate, and felt at home for the first time since the tournament had begun. He looked to his fellow knights in the Reach ranks. “I have no quarrel with any of you.” He told them. “So I’ll be mighty angry if one of you puts a sword to my back while I’m fighting some foreigner.”
Perceon arrived later than he had to the archery and this time deliberately making his way over to the Stormlanders.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 17, 2017 22:23:12 GMT
Bethan Durrandon and her ladies and guards are in a good viewing spot, and she smiles as she sees him. "Percy," she said cheerily, "how are you this fine day? Ready for some excitement?"
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 17, 2017 22:28:13 GMT
"I am well." Percy responded. "Do you mind if I join you? Fun is better had with good company."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 17, 2017 22:32:41 GMT
"Of course I don't mind," she said. "Do come up. Who are you cheering for?" She asked. "I hope your brother doesn't give you his flowers should he win," she winked.
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 17, 2017 22:36:47 GMT
"I am cheering for my brother, as you guessed." Perceon responded, taking a seat by her. "And he is too kind to embarrass me in such a way. I am more worried he would give them to you, for that would make me terribly jealous."
He looked out into the field. "If my brother doesn't win I hope it is someone of the Reach." He responded. "And if all of my men fall I shall cheer for your brother."
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Post by Lord Daeron Blacktyde on Aug 17, 2017 22:40:53 GMT
Lord Daeron Blacktyde is waiting for the melee to start, surrounded by a pack of Ironborn reavers from his personal crew. Plate-clad and armed with axes and shields, the entire pack stands above the average man, but Daeron dwarfs them still, axe resting on his shoulder. Other Ironborn clearly not of his pack linger nearby, hoping to follow the rampage to victory just the same.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 17, 2017 23:36:22 GMT
"I am cheering for my brother, as you guessed." Perceon responded, taking a seat by her. "And he is too kind to embarrass me in such a way. I am more worried he would give them to you, for that would make me terribly jealous." He looked out into the field. "If my brother doesn't win I hope it is someone of the Reach." He responded. "And if all of my men fall I shall cheer for your brother." She shrugged. "Well, you're with all Stormlanders here, so you shall probably be drowned out," she said. "How goes your tournament?" She asked. "Meeting new and exciting people?" |
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 17, 2017 23:42:05 GMT
"The knights of the reach have no need of my encouragement to perform well." Perceon shrugged. "And the company here is a refreshing change from that I experience every day. I have met many interesting people." He commented. "And many more who did not interest me in the slightest. What of you? I imagine you must have been be busy with suitors?"
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Post by Mychel Mallister on Aug 17, 2017 23:46:27 GMT
Mychel stands off to the side from his brother a bit, He has both of his axes in his hands and occasionally spins them in his hands with the grace that only comes from it being habitual. He smiles over at his brother before putting on his own helm and gets ready for some fun fighting.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 17, 2017 23:50:46 GMT
"The knights of the reach have no need of my encouragement to perform well." Perceon shrugged. "And the company here is a refreshing change from that I experience every day. I have met many interesting people." He commented. "And many more who did not interest me in the slightest. What of you? I imagine you must have been be busy with suitors?" "Very," she said, "Samael Martell and Desmond Yronwood are perfect gentlemen," she said, "And Prince Viserys is ever so handsome and bold." She looked to him. "I've heard my brother talk about Asha Hoare as though she were the Maiden herself," she added. "But is she, really?" |
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 18, 2017 0:09:07 GMT
"Well now I know who has been standing in the way of my ride." Perceon commented, not all that worried by those suitors, figuring that he could be more than a match for some Dornishman or an inbred in conversation with someone who had shared interests. "I'm afraid this will not be good for Dornish-Reach relations." He grinned.
"Asha was pleasant company when we spoke." Perceon said in answer to her question. "And good conversation. Comparing her to the maiden though is something of a stretch. She did not strike me as that fair. It would be a profitable match for your brother though. I wish him the best of luck. I hope you don't choose the dornish though. That would leave my family surrounded and friendless, and I would hate for us to become enemies."
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The Melee
Aug 18, 2017 0:27:31 GMT
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Post by King Theon IV Hoare on Aug 18, 2017 0:27:31 GMT
The Bastard wanders over to his brethren. "Oy... I see you have come hard for a bit of wet sport."
Tywin Rivers was a regular at court, despite having no real function beyond killing people and making bad jokes about it afterwards. The former crown prince found him histerical. The current one merely finds him useful.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 18, 2017 0:31:40 GMT
"Well now I know who has been standing in the way of my ride." Perceon commented, not all that worried by those suitors, figuring that he could be more than a match for some Dornishman or an inbred in conversation with someone who had shared interests. "I'm afraid this will not be good for Dornish-Reach relations." He grinned. "Asha was pleasant company when we spoke." Perceon said in answer to her question. "And good conversation. Comparing her to the maiden though is something of a stretch. She did not strike me as that fair. It would be a profitable match for your brother though. I wish him the best of luck. I hope you don't choose the dornish though. That would leave my family surrounded and friendless, and I would hate for us to become enemies." "Well, I have been waiting for your call at our door," Bethan noted. "And thus far it has been only Dornishmen and Westerners and dragons." She pushed her hair behind her ear. "I doubt we will become enemies," she said with a smile, "you'd find it especially unappealing once we knock your men from the melee," she winked. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 18, 2017 0:34:33 GMT
The Bastard wanders over to his brethren. "Oy... I see you have come hard for a bit of wet sport." Tywin Rivers was a regular at court, despite having no real function beyond killing people and making bad jokes about it afterwards. The former crown prince found him histerical. The current one merely finds him useful. Darren Tully looked over to his bastard brother. "We did," he agreed, without the drawl, "got all these little tits flopping for us, or whatever those knights are putting on their spaulders these days. He looked over the tourney field. "How's work? Didn't step in for the prince's little duel?" |
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Aug 18, 2017 1:15:50 GMT
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Post by King Theon IV Hoare on Aug 18, 2017 1:15:50 GMT
"Couldn't. Not that I didn't offer. I would trade my favorite horse for a chance to fist a Green Hand in public with my favorite mace. And it doesn't look like I'll have to do even that..." He looked at the over-Reachers, then scanned the crowd with a sudden grit in his voice. "Is he here?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 18, 2017 1:31:49 GMT
"He's at the fucking castle, trying to make more of your lot," Darren said. "He wants to produce an entire army of bastard warriors who will one day slaughter him and hang his useless guts from Riverrun. Four trueborn sons, two daughters, and sixteen bastards." He shook his head. "And he looks like an old goat's arse, is what I don't get. Mallory's mother is someone I used to think about before bed." He shrugged. "Well, anyway, let's keep each other's backs clear this time. Fuck them Green Dicks." Darren was a Ironborn living in the greenlands, a real killer with a fancy name.
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Aug 18, 2017 1:52:11 GMT
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Post by King Theon IV Hoare on Aug 18, 2017 1:52:11 GMT
"He's at the fucking castle, trying to make more of your lot," Darren said. "He wants to produce an entire army of bastard warriors who will one day slaughter him and hang his useless guts from Riverrun. Four trueborn sons, two daughters, and sixteen bastards." He shook his head. "And he looks like an old goat's arse, is what I don't get. Mallory's mother is someone I used to think about before bed." He shrugged. "Well, anyway, let's keep each other's backs clear this time. Fuck them Green Dicks." Darren was a Ironborn living in the greenlands, a real killer with a fancy name. "Aye, we'll shame the lot..." Tywin affirmed before returning to the other topic. "Stranger's scrotum, sixteen already? Your mother must be at her wit's end." He paused before earnestly adding, "I hope she's well. Old dame was always good to my mum and I." |
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 18, 2017 1:53:01 GMT
"Well now I know who has been standing in the way of my ride." Perceon commented, not all that worried by those suitors, figuring that he could be more than a match for some Dornishman or an inbred in conversation with someone who had shared interests. "I'm afraid this will not be good for Dornish-Reach relations." He grinned. "Asha was pleasant company when we spoke." Perceon said in answer to her question. "And good conversation. Comparing her to the maiden though is something of a stretch. She did not strike me as that fair. It would be a profitable match for your brother though. I wish him the best of luck. I hope you don't choose the dornish though. That would leave my family surrounded and friendless, and I would hate for us to become enemies." "Well, I have been waiting for your call at our door," Bethan noted. "And thus far it has been only Dornishmen and Westerners and dragons." She pushed her hair behind her ear. "I doubt we will become enemies," she said with a smile, "you'd find it especially unappealing once we knock your men from the melee," she winked. "What a sad state of affairs, and one entirely of my making." Perceon lamented. "I have erred in leaving you waiting on my call, and I can only offer you my apologies and my best efforts to make things right. I hope you'll allow me to call on you tomorrow? That is if I'm not too upset from the trouncing you anticipate your men inflicting on mine." He smiled broadly, and then decided to borrow a trick of Asha's. "I'll wager you my brother outlasts yours." He offered. "The loser can provide food for our ride?" (Charm 75) MuFG|I5q |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 18, 2017 2:06:33 GMT
"He's at the fucking castle, trying to make more of your lot," Darren said. "He wants to produce an entire army of bastard warriors who will one day slaughter him and hang his useless guts from Riverrun. Four trueborn sons, two daughters, and sixteen bastards." He shook his head. "And he looks like an old goat's arse, is what I don't get. Mallory's mother is someone I used to think about before bed." He shrugged. "Well, anyway, let's keep each other's backs clear this time. Fuck them Green Dicks." Darren was a Ironborn living in the greenlands, a real killer with a fancy name. "Aye, we'll shame the lot..." Tywin affirmed before returning to the other topic. "Stranger's scrotum, sixteen already? Your mother must be at her wit's end." He paused before earnestly adding, "I hope she's well. Old dame was always good to my mum and I." "Well as can be, married to him," Darren said. "I'll give it a year before I call all you in and we deal with him. He can reach fifty-five and no more." Tywin saw his eldest brother Ronald approaching. He is a tall and thin man, a spear his chosen weapon, perfect for his strange and ungainly build. "Ty'in," he greeted, dropping the w entirely. "Nice to see you here. Heard you're gettin' to be a big deal around these parts, hobnobbing with the prince and all. Maybe the princesses, too?" He asked, looking at the four girls. |
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Post by Prince Geralt Gardener on Aug 18, 2017 2:09:21 GMT
Geralt took his place in the melee with the other Reachmen, taking a few practice swings with his blunted blade, clad in his white enameled plate chased with green. He had mostly kept to the Reach camp during the tourney, but would begrudgingly keep his pledge to participate in the events for which he had signed up.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 18, 2017 2:11:29 GMT
"Well, I have been waiting for your call at our door," Bethan noted. "And thus far it has been only Dornishmen and Westerners and dragons." She pushed her hair behind her ear. "I doubt we will become enemies," she said with a smile, "you'd find it especially unappealing once we knock your men from the melee," she winked. "What a sad state of affairs, and one entirely of my making." Perceon lamented. "I have erred in leaving you waiting on my call, and I can only offer you my apologies and my best efforts to make things right. I hope you'll allow me to call on you tomorrow? That is if I'm not too upset from the trouncing you anticipate your men inflicting on mine." He smiled broadly, and then decided to borrow a trick of Asha's. "I'll wager you my brother outlasts yours." He offered. "The loser can provide food for our ride?" (Charm 75) MuFG|I5qBethan let her head rock back and forth a minute before she smiled. "Of course," she said. "Except you've been the rude one, so you'll bring the food anyway," she decided. "If you win..." she thought a moment, "I'll prepare a surprise for you. A pleasant one." She grinned. "You should bring your sister too; Kyle would love her I bet." She leaned in, "ad they can keep each other company, maybe. |
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 18, 2017 2:24:47 GMT
"What a sad state of affairs, and one entirely of my making." Perceon lamented. "I have erred in leaving you waiting on my call, and I can only offer you my apologies and my best efforts to make things right. I hope you'll allow me to call on you tomorrow? That is if I'm not too upset from the trouncing you anticipate your men inflicting on mine." He smiled broadly, and then decided to borrow a trick of Asha's. "I'll wager you my brother outlasts yours." He offered. "The loser can provide food for our ride?" (Charm 75) MuFG|I5qBethan let her head rock back and forth a minute before she smiled. "Of course," she said. "Except you've been the rude one, so you'll bring the food anyway," she decided. "If you win..." she thought a moment, "I'll prepare a surprise for you. A pleasant one." She grinned. "You should bring your sister too; Kyle would love her I bet." She leaned in, "ad they can keep each other company, maybe. Perceon inhaled whatever scent she had on as she leaned in, smiling rather charmingly at it and at her words. "I know good terms when I hear them." Perceon said continuing to smile. "Done. I shall bring food to atone for my errors and pray for my brother's victory now, so I can get my surprise. I might have prayed for your brother if you hadn't told me the surprise would be pleasant." He emulated her by winking at that. "Most of them haven't been so far. But I trust you have better intentions where my family is concerned than the others here." He looked around to see if Melissa was around. In truth Melissa would be coming whether she wanted to or not, because he wanted the ride to go well and he was going to do everything he could to make things work smoothly. But he figured admitting he planned to strongarm his sister into something if she refused to come freely would not be music to Bethan's ears, so he simply added. "Of course I shall extend your invitation to Melissa. I'm sure she would be delighted to make your brother's acquaintance." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 18, 2017 2:32:44 GMT
She nodded. "Of course," she agreed. "I want us to be friends. I am rather glad that it's proven so effortless." She looked at him with amusement in her eyes. "And what do I get if I win?" She asked. "This isn't a one sided bet." Perceon saw Florys talking to some men from the Reach, and then his father came around to take a seat, not too far away. "You got your looks from him," Bethan said. "Very good facial structure."
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 18, 2017 2:46:15 GMT
"Things that are meant to be often are, I imagine." Perceon responded. "But I am happy with how things have worked out thus far as well. I will be sure to thank the gods for any part they may have played."
Perceon looked to his father, surprised by the comparison as allusions to his father were usually preceded by "If only you were more like". "You flatter me, truly." Perceon responded, actually blushing slightly. "But I am glad you find my face pleasing. For my part I should like to meet your mother, to know where you got your own looks from."
Perceon was not so quick in coming up with something for Bethan to win. He sat for a moment running one unsuitable possibility through his mind after another. Finally he settled on an option which was too generous for a bet, but which he was happy to offer her. "If you win I shall be happy to take you to oldtown after the tournament and show you the citadel's histories." He declared. "There's many good stories to be found there, I can promise you."
He hoped his father was not watching him, as that would be horribly awkward.
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Aug 18, 2017 2:52:29 GMT
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Post by King Theon IV Hoare on Aug 18, 2017 2:52:29 GMT
"Afraid not, brother. Well..." Tywin lowered his voice while qualifying his statements. "Not the royal favorites. Some of the cousins and nieces are rather friendly. Just avoid the Dayne woman's brood and any of the purebeds."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 18, 2017 2:57:10 GMT
"Is she really fifty?" Darren said. "God damn. She's better lookin than two of her kids." He grinned. "Introduce me to these cousins," he said. Ronald joined in.
"There's enough to go around. After this you may need to come visit us," he said. "We got some house cleaning to do." He tapped his dagger. "Make sure the trash is all taken out."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 18, 2017 3:02:35 GMT
"Things that are meant to be often are, I imagine." Perceon responded. "But I am happy with how things have worked out thus far as well. I will be sure to thank the gods for any part they may have played." Perceon looked to his father, surprised by the comparison as allusions to his father were usually preceded by "If only you were more like". "You flatter me, truly." Perceon responded, actually blushing slightly. "But I am glad you find my face pleasing. For my part I should like to meet your mother, to know where you got your own looks from." Perceon was not so quick in coming up with something for Bethan to win. He sat for a moment running one unsuitable possibility through his mind after another. Finally he settled on an option which was too generous for a bet, but which he was happy to offer her. "If you win I shall be happy to take you to oldtown after the tournament and show you the citadel's histories." He declared. "There's many good stories to be found there, I can promise you." He hoped his father was not watching him, as that would be horribly awkward. "Oldtown?" She asked. "that seems quite an upgrade from a picnic dinner." She let her hair back over her shoulder. "But you must be quite sure you'll win the bet then," she laughed. She looked at Grayson again. "I should meet him, I suppose, if I'll be invading his lands soon on my way to the Citadel." |
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