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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 16, 2007 2:07:01 GMT -5
ooc- The first day is just Archery Contest, day two and day three if necessary are joust, and the last day is the pageant.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2007 10:56:58 GMT -5
This is now the night feast for the winners of the archery competition.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2007 10:58:49 GMT -5
The companions in Baratheon colors attended the feast again, this time without wearing the Stag tabards. They stood and talked with Gideon Caron, while Sylas stood nearby talking with a few young knights.
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Post by serdonaltyrell on Jul 16, 2007 11:07:32 GMT -5
Donal & Addam walk into the feasting hall, with Donal deep in conversation with Ser Bennett Grimm.
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Post by serdonaltyrell on Jul 16, 2007 11:16:06 GMT -5
Spotting the Songlord, Ser Donal walks over to him "Lord Caron, I presume? Greetings, I am Ser Donal Tyrell. I just want to wish you luck on the 'morrow, especially as I have taken advantage of Ser Piers' betting tables and placed a sizeable wager on your victory!" Donal grinned "I look forward to seeing your famed martial skills in action. I sadly was not present for the battle this tourney commemorates"
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2007 11:28:01 GMT -5
"Greetings Ser", the Songlord spoke, "I appreciate and thank you for the well-wishes, though I hope you do not truly wish you had been here years ago for this battle."
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Post by serdonaltyrell on Jul 16, 2007 11:31:27 GMT -5
"Well, indeed perhaps not" Donal smiled "I do find it best to avoid conflict rather than invite it. Even the best knight does not stand much of a chance against a dragon, as Lord Hightower and Callen Baratheon discovered to their cost" Donal's eyes flickered briefly to the pair talking with Gideon Caron.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 16, 2007 11:39:23 GMT -5
Lord Rhodri Redroyce walks into the hall escorting his friend Lady Cortesse Horpe, the Gray Lady of the Moths, and Ser Doyle Swann, the Bentbow. While Rhodri stands between the two, it is frequently rumoured that Horpe and Swann are lovers.
Spying the Songlord, the three cross to him and Ser Donal. "Ser Donal," Rhodri says with a nod. "And my dear Songlord," he says with a bow and an embrace. "How do you fare?"
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Post by serdonaltyrell on Jul 16, 2007 11:45:08 GMT -5
"Ah, Lord Rhodri. I must complement you, Lady Horpe and Ser Swann on a good showing in the contest today. You & your stormlords continue your excellent reputations in tourneys"
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 16, 2007 11:56:13 GMT -5
"Ah, I'd say it's a singular honor. Afterall, I have made the third round, while mi'lord Rhodri and mi'lady Cortesse both fell short in the second," Ser Doyle says with a twinkle. "Surely we don't award prizes for merely outlasting the first rifraff, do we?" Ser Doyle Swann was clearly taking great pleasure in outdoing his two companions.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 16, 2007 12:01:28 GMT -5
Lord Rhodri pulls the Songlord aside for a private word, leaving Ser Donal with Lady Cortesse and Ser Doyle.
"Your son seems fond of those stags. Is he taking a risk, mi'lord?"
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Post by serdonaltyrell on Jul 16, 2007 12:04:24 GMT -5
Donal smiled "I wouldn't let my cousin Tallahar hear you call him 'riff-raff', Ser Doyle. He's a bit touchy that way. But you did perform well, although not so well as Ser Bennet over there"
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2007 12:04:32 GMT -5
Sylas smiled wide, "I think he is more fond of the female stag than anything. But I've talked with them, and they seem unlikely to make any rash moves...certainly they know where loyalty in Westeros lies."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 16, 2007 12:07:38 GMT -5
"Isn't coming here dressed as they did rash enough? Who are they, anyway, that they would take such risk?" Rhodri seems perplexed.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 16, 2007 12:09:09 GMT -5
Donal smiled "I wouldn't let my cousin Tallahar hear you call him 'riff-raff', Ser Doyle. He's a bit touchy that way. But you did perform well, although not so well as Ser Bennet over there" "Well, a good thing he wasn't close enough to hear then. I do hear he nearly came to blows with young Ser Garrett this morning. Garrett! The lad is too far beneath him to be worth his effort. But so it goes." "Ser Donal, Lady Cortesse, please join me for a toast!" Ser Doyle Swann reaches for three goblets of wine.
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