Melee Grounds

[The Smith]

The grounds for the Melee are large, yet they are completely surrounded by excited fans. Men and women line the grounds cheering and calling for their favorite teams.

[The Smith]

Teams of the Far Reach:
Ser Robert Florent
Jon Bulwer



Teams of the Stormlands:

Team Black Stags:
Lord Yohn "The Blackstag" Baratheon
Sergeant Nicomo Dimittis



Team Brothers:
Lord Oswyn Baratheon
Lord Donal Stormshield

Team Shrubbery
Ser Marlan Selmy
Ser Bryon Felwood

Team Borderline (Psychotic)
Ser Jon Caron
Ser Isaac Dondarrion


Teams of the West:

Team West #1 (Team Daddy Issues)
Ser Hubert Crakehall
Ser Mychel Lannister


Team West #2
Ser Norys Westerling
Ser Vance Marbrand

Team West #3
Ser Aubry Prester
Ser Porther of Hag's Hill



Team West #4
Ser Eustace Kenning

Teams of the Vale

Team Polite Fuckers.
Ser Kyle Templeton
Ser Josiah Corbray


Teams of Dorne

Team Borderline (Sanity)
Ser Alyn Dayne
Ser Manny Manwoody

Teams of the North
Edric Stark
Lord Commander Rickon Stark



Teams of the Riverlands

Team Golden Magikarps
Lord Harold Tully
Ser Benin Tully


Teams of the Iron Islands

Team Ironed Ironers (And their freshly ironed linens)
Urron Greyjoy
Helga Sallasar (Or Viea Greyjoy)



Miscellaneous teams:

Knights of the Flagon:
Ser Crawley
Ser Matthos Keath



Knights of Enigmatic Mysteriousness:
The Snow Shield Knight
The Shadow

[The Smith]

The men gather around loosely in a large circle, and wait for the flag to fall. Then they charge forward. Men cheer for their favorites, while ladies politely clap rooting for handsome and dashing knights.

Swords swung, and hammers heaved against shining shields. Warriors did their best to take down their opponents. All of the warriors desperate to not be the first warrior eliminated from the grand melee first.

No one was surprised when the Baratheon team and the Western team drifted against one another. Almost equal in size they all seemed focused on one another. Swinging hard with his weapon Yohn Baratheon managed to eliminate Ser Aubry Prester first from the event. The man collapsing to the ground.

As Lord Commander Stark moved forward a bubble of empty space seemed to surround him. None dared to challenge him until the team of Mystery Knights. The two warriors moved slowly forward moving to either side to flank the legendary warrior. The Snow Shield Knight launched an attack, as the Shadow attacked at his rear. Stark moved like death, and sent Snow Shield stumbling as he cleanly disarmed the Shadow. The Lord Commander turned and slammed his blade against a new attack by the Snow shield Knight, and then knocked the man out cleanly. He turned and saw the Shadow diving for his weapon. He flowed over there smoothly, and ended the Shadow's Melee as well.

The Tully team charged the Ironborn time full of rage. The Ironborn chuckled and defended themselves easily. The Knights of the Flagons found themselves against the Dornish team.

Edrick Stark was fighting the Royce team two on one, and seemed to be fairing well. He had expected help from Rickon, but the Lord Commander had not even seemed to notice him.

A pure chance of fate but the fight had bent away from their starting location. So they sought out the nearest opponents. The came upon the Lannisters from behind, and Robert Florent managed to knock Ser Porther of Hag's Hill from the Melee.

[The Smith]

Because of the coincidence of the Hightowers falling on the West team from behind the Lannisters are stretched beyond their ability to defend. As they fight hard for every inch of churned up ground another men fell. Ser Eustace Kenning gets eliminated by Robert Florent. Kenning falls growling.

Ser Hubert Crakehall was fighting two Baratheons when Jon Bulwer came upon him from behind. He spun and took the man out with a clean stroke to knock him down. He leaped over the man's body to gain him a moment of repast from his opponents.

With Hubert retreating from the fight, it left Ser Mychel's side exposed. He was already engaged in battle with Felwood, but then Stormshield and Baratheon fall on him. There swords make quick work of the Lannister. He crumbles to the ground.

Lord Yohn "The Blackstag" moves to flank Westerling with his Partner Dimittis. They two men can taste certain victory. Then the whirling chaos of Lord Commander Rickon Stark smashes into Yohn from behind. Baratheon falls to the ground, and former opponents Dimittis and Westerling work together to try and fell the legendary Swordsman.

[The Smith]

Ser Vance Marbrand fights Ser Isaac Dondarrion, and Ser Marlan Selmy, and is constantly giving ground to the two fighters, but he does not hesitate when he sees Dondarrion turn to look at Lord Commander Stark. Ser Isaac just glances at the Lord Commander in a bit of awe at the other man's skills. That one glance is enough to give Marbrand an opening. Ser Isaac tumbles down out of the Melee.

With a simple swing Stark exposed Sergeant Nicomo's defense, and then eliminated him from the Melee. All of a sudden all alone it is everything Marbrand can do to keep from being eliminated. Lord Oswyn sees the danger that Lord Rickon presents on the field, and singles for his other Stormlanders to aid the Westerman. Oswyn, and Caron and Stormshield all turn to attack this legendary menace. Stark just laughs, and rises to the task. He keeps them all back, as he moves keeping them from surrounding him. And the moment that one of his four attackers leaves an opening he takes the man from the melee. Ser Jon joins his partner and falls from the Melee.

Ser Matthos Keath was locked in combat with Alyn Dayne. The two fighting hard against one another. With a slip in the mud, Keath goes to one knee, and it does not take long for Dayne to knock him from the tournament.

[The Smith]

Not the swordsman his uncle was, it took every ounce of skill and bravado Edric Stark had to keep him in the fight against the two valemen. He had lasted longer in the uneven duel longer then he ever would have thought possible. Then when Ser Josiah Corbray made a slight mistake, he turned it to his faver, and the Valeman fell from the Melee.

Ser Vance Marbrand had worn himself out eliminating Dondarrion. He was fighting a losing battle against Selmy. He felt sweat beading down his brow, and looked for a way to turn the battle back to his favor. He was still working on a plan, when Ser Felwood joined his partner, and took the Westerman from the Tournament. Marbrand is out of the melee.

Lord Oswyn was good with a weapon, but he had never seen anything like what Lord Rickon was doing. Every step, every move, every inch, the man used everything. Not a single wasted action or motion. Fighting four men and he still seemed to be in the dominate seat. Ser Norys fell from the tournament, the Westerling crushed by a cruel Stark blow. Oswyn pushed himself harder knowing that even if he did not show it, he must be tiring. He must... mustn't he?

Lord Harold Tully finally gained an edge in combat with Helga Sallasar, and turned her her blade. She slipped and fell to the ground. Tully's face was drained with rage and he turned to the other Ironborn. He stepped on Sallasar as he moved after the last Ironborn.

[The Smith]

Lord Donal was watching Oswyn fight the Lord Commander, and he flanked him moving around, and trying to come from at his blind side. He pressed full out. Just as he launched a strike sure to eliminate Stark, the Legendary sword moved. He had tempted Donal into attacking him, and had kept track of him in the reflection of Oswyn's armor. Donal's strike smashed against his brother Oswyn. Oswyn tumbled back surprised, but not yet out of it. Out of balance and exposed, it was not hard for Rickon to knock Donal from the melee with a strong blow.

Lord Oswtn stumbled back and was surprised when a blow knocked his mace from him. Ser Hubert Crakehall stood right there drawing back a second swing that Oswyn knew would knock him from the melee, and hurt like the dickons. Crakehall's blow never landed though. Ser Robert Florent fell on him from behind. And Ser Hubert fell unconscious from the battle.

Ser Alyn Dayne came up on Ser Crawley from behind, but a glance for Ser Manny gave away his teammates approach. Crawley spun away, managing to land a lucky blow on Dayne. Ser Alyn was knocked from the match.

Before Lord Tully could reach Urron, Greyjoy knocked Ser Benin from the tournament. Then Urron turned and stared right at the Tully. Both men wanted the other's blood. They charged at each other, and fell upon each other, no quarter given.

[The Smith]

Edric Stark kept fighting his sword singing like it had never before. It was all Kyle Templeton could do to keep fighting. He threw that blade at every blow turning them all back one by one. With each block he grew slower though, and Stark had found some deep reserve in his soul, and fought harder and harder. Finally Stark knocked Templeton from the tournament.

Ser Marian Selmy and Ser Bryon Felwood charged at the Lord Commander together. There swords reinforcing Florent and Baretheon so it was again four on one. Once again the Lord Commander kept his feet, and fought like mad against his opponents. He held off all the men, but he did seem to be slowing. Selmy saw an opening and stepped forward ready to defeat the man, only to stumble to the ground instead. Free of the Royces, Edric Stark joins his kinsmen, and Knocks Ser Marlan from the bout.

Oswyn howls with frustration and just decides to end this. With Edric's aid there was no chance of defeating the legendary Stark. OSwyn stops defending and puts all his anger, and frustration into an attack and moves forward. Stark is surprised, and falls back. Rickon is weary from a long melee, and this new found press by Baratheon caught him off guard. When Florent stumbles at his flank, Rickon blocks the blow, but can not get his blade back in time to catch Oswyn's next attack. Oswyn's blow lands, and then Florents next attack. But is Oswyn's second strike that knocks the Lord Commander from the melee. All four men around the Lord Commander seemed more surprised then anything when he falls.

Urron is attacking Harold furious, but ever since the two have locked in single combat he has felt outmatched. The slippery fish has slowly pressed him back further and further. Greyjoy is too slow, and Tully knocks him down. He raises his blade and hits the man twice more to make sure he is out. He stares down at the man, and has to focus all of his control to keep from murdering the man where he lays. His mind not seeing a melee opponent, but a filthy ironborn raper.

[The Smith]

After Lord Commander Stark fell the four men around him immediately start battling again. Baratheon and Felwood splitting to remove the last Stark quickly from the tournament. Ser Robert Florent looks about and sees that Tully has eliminated the Greyjoy, and approaches to battle the man. Tully turns, and raises his sword, but as he begins to fight the Florent he knows his reserves are all spent, and even as he falls to the Far Reachman's weapon he thinks losing is worth the cost of defeating the Greyjoy.

Ser Crawley manages to eliminate the Last Dornishman, Manwoody, before turning to study the rest of the melee. He began to approach Florent from his rear as the man still battles Tully. Lord Oswyn sees this, and knows he was saved twice by Florent in the Melee. Breaking away from Edric Stark, Oswyn cries out, "Robert, behind you."

That one moment was all Edric needed, and he took the Baratheon heir out with a single swing of his sword. Edric turns desperate against Ser Bryon Felwood.

Ser Robert turned to face Ser Crawley, and made easy work of the man. Ser Crawley falls from the bout. Florent walks to where Felwood and Stark battle. Before he could aid the Stormlander, Edric manages to knock the man from Melee.

Edric Stark and Ser Robert Florent slowly circled one another. They raised their blades shakily. They both were worn out, and exhausted, but taking a deep breath they moved into battle.

[The Smith]

Florent flowed against Stark's smooth sword swings. The two men fought as a thousand voices cried. Almost every voice called out for Ser Robert. His lands could be seen from the tip of Oldtown, while to most of the local crowds the North was a mystical place covered with snow where giant monsters prowled the dark woods. Florent roared with each swing of his blade trying to take down his opponent.

Sparks flew from the meeting of their blades, as they both tried to dig deeper. Florent was the one to tire first, and his blade was knocked from his hands. He raised his hands, yielding.

Edric Laughed, and emrbaced Florent, before turning to the crowd of loud boos.

The Queen clapped with a large smile on her face.

[Edric Stark]

Edric pulled his helmet off and observed the disapproving crowd while catching his breath. With a crooked smile, he gave them a mocking bow and started walking towards the entrance, stepping over Lord Baratheon's unconscious body on the way. As he passed the stands, he met the queen's eyes and winked, although to an unsuspecting bystander it might have looked like a twitch of the eye.

[Urron Greyjoy]

Urron pushes himself to his feet, sending a glare at the fish that promises further generations of torment, before leaving the melee grounds with Helga at his heels. "Ready the crew."

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Oswyn stood slowly, massaging his jaw before spitting a gob of blood upon the dirt. He watched as the other groaning competitors picked themselves out of the dirt.

"I owe you a drink, Florent." he remarked, managing a grin before wincing in pain. "You as well, Ser, if duty will permit." he added to Lord Commander Stark. "You fought like the Warrior himself."

[Erik]

Rickon's age made him slow to rise, but he found his feet eventually. "I should be able to find some time, Lord Oswyn. Well fought, yourself. But now, I needs must congratulate my nephew."

He hurried after Edric, limping a bit, and slapped his kinsman on the back when he reached him. "Very well done, Edric. You fought like your father used to - and he was always the better sword than me."

[Edric Stark]

Edric glanced at his uncle briefly and nodded, not exactly happy even though he'd just won. "Thank you," he replied, looking over his shoulder at the other contestants as they were walking. "They were all flocking against us."