A Small Hunting Lodge Deep in the Woods

[The Smith]

Daenya only laughed, and smiled at Oswyn, "Two brave knights fighting over my hand, how could I not be swayed."

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

"I am sure it would be fitting entertainment for all gathered." Oswyn remarked, in truth just wanting to feel something other than bitterness for a few moments. Whether it was pain or pleasure, it mattered not, the distraction and momentary escape all that was of importance. "That is, if Lord Gwayne can bend enough to partake in such sport."

[Horas]

"I'll put a bet on the Reachman," Crawley grins, "Anyone want to take that action?"

[Marie]

Gwayne laughed and said "It seems to me that Lord Oswyn needs to learn that I am not as breakable as he think. Very well, my lord. Let us do this thing. For the lady's favour."

Though for him it was now starting to move beyond Daenya's favour.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

A broad grin spread across Oswyns face as he removed his mace, gloves, mail, tabard, and tunic; placing them upon the dais. Victory would end in pleasure and defeat in pain. He won either way.

In just breeches and boots, he took a few large steps away from the dais, ensuring there were no obstructions.

"If you would like to set any ground rules, please do so, my lord." he said raising his fists protectively to his face. "Otherwise, I am ready to begin when you are."

[Marie]

Gwayne stripped to his waist. Thinking of rules, he said "We must cause no serious harm to the other. It would be a great pity if either one of us was unable to enjoy the remainder of the night. Pride is all very well, but I've no desire to cause you real harm, and I hope you'll do me the courtesy of the same. No man may intervene, of course."

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

"Until yield or knockout." he said simply. "I know from the Stepstones you aren't afraid of a little blood."

"Intervention would of course be frowned upon, though I know not of who would intervene on my behalf." he said, knowing his father would watch him get beaten to a pulp before shaming him by intervening.

[Marie]

"Those terms are suitable. Let us simply hope that Lord Cave does not object to such a contest," Gwayne replied. "And that the lady keeps faith with us."

He offered a salute to Daenya.

"Shall we begin?"

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

"I have a feeling this is the least of events that have occurred at Lord Saxon's parties." he replied with a laugh, saluting their gracious host instead.

(All you, Smith. Beginner-Hand to Hand for both of us)

[The Stranger]

"And here I thought the evening might be a bit dull. I shall see your bet good Ser." Saxon told Crawley.

[Horas]

"Coin or something else?" Crawley asks Saxon curiously. Turning back to toward the circling men, he calls out some advice. "Punch him in the spine!"

[The Stranger]

"I assumed coin, but I am open to suggestion." Saxon replied.

[Sam]

Oct 29, 2013 7:34:58 GMT -5 The Stranger said:

"And here I thought the evening might be a bit dull. I shall see your bet good Ser." Saxon told Crawley.

"I will take that bet as well, Ser, assuming you can afford to pay out against two-to-one odds when my son leaves this whelp bloody and bruised," Lord Baratheon said with a loud laugh.

[Horas]

"You do realize no canes allowed in this brawl, m'lords?" Crawley drawls with a chuckle. "But I'd be more'n happy to take m'lord Stag's coin as well."

[Sam]

"Shall we make it ten stags, then?" Lord Baratheon asked, not quite sure what was an appropriate bet against a hedge knight of uncertain funds. He did not think he'd ever made such a small bet in his life, but having the resources of an entire Kingdom at one's disposal tends to allow for larger wagers.