Post by King Theon IV Hoare on Aug 25, 2017 2:51:41 GMT
The tourney's competition was to be held in the bear pit. The chairs themselves were quite tall, with a height of six feet from foot to the top of the neck. It was clear there would be more effort than simply sitting down first. Only six were present at the beginning.
Nearby, the kennelmaster, Robb the Mongrel, waited with three hounds. Behind him, the fiddler called Marwyn the Melodious tuned his instrument.
The crown prince himself moderated the very solemn and terrible affair of musical chairs. Indeed, the still visibly weak prince rose to his feet and spoke these words.
"Today, friends and countrymen, marks the one year anniversary of my brother Erik's death. He was a fierce and true Ironborn. I will not insult our guests by dwelling on the facts of his life, but he was a great warrior, an accomplished reaver, and an inspiration to those who followed him."
In truth, Erik had been quite unpopular among many of the nobles, and died after whoring himself to an early grave via the infamous Dornish pox. Still, Theon's words were accurate, if misleading.
"In memory of him, my family is proud to host his personal favorite sport, musical chairs." This was met with applause by the locals, which in turn perplexed the foreigners.
"Before we begin the contest, let it be known that it is still a minor offense to practice this sport throughout the kingdom without the permission of your local overseer or lord, especially with hounds. Musical Chairs is a reminder of the days when Ironborn had nought but fist and fury to entertain themselves, when strength and speed were the sole arbiters of victory. It is not a child's game." He gestured to the seven players. "Before this begins, please welcome our contestants."
The locals cheered at them. Several cheered loudly for Naomi and Mychel, the fan favorites thus far.
Nearby, the kennelmaster, Robb the Mongrel, waited with three hounds. Behind him, the fiddler called Marwyn the Melodious tuned his instrument.
The crown prince himself moderated the very solemn and terrible affair of musical chairs. Indeed, the still visibly weak prince rose to his feet and spoke these words.
"Today, friends and countrymen, marks the one year anniversary of my brother Erik's death. He was a fierce and true Ironborn. I will not insult our guests by dwelling on the facts of his life, but he was a great warrior, an accomplished reaver, and an inspiration to those who followed him."
In truth, Erik had been quite unpopular among many of the nobles, and died after whoring himself to an early grave via the infamous Dornish pox. Still, Theon's words were accurate, if misleading.
"In memory of him, my family is proud to host his personal favorite sport, musical chairs." This was met with applause by the locals, which in turn perplexed the foreigners.
"Before we begin the contest, let it be known that it is still a minor offense to practice this sport throughout the kingdom without the permission of your local overseer or lord, especially with hounds. Musical Chairs is a reminder of the days when Ironborn had nought but fist and fury to entertain themselves, when strength and speed were the sole arbiters of victory. It is not a child's game." He gestured to the seven players. "Before this begins, please welcome our contestants."
The locals cheered at them. Several cheered loudly for Naomi and Mychel, the fan favorites thus far.
