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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2007 17:51:13 GMT -5
Seeing the Tyrell knight turn face, the two lions recover and proceed to hit on Rindwynd Tyrell.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 16, 2007 17:52:31 GMT -5
Rhodri Redroyce stayed at his table as the scuffle broke out. Knights had tempers, it was true, and this was nothing unheard of. But tensions seemed to be running unusually high at this tourney. He wondered if it was a portent of things to come -- that electrical crackle before a thunderstorm. Who were the stormclouds? Was it the Stags? Or would the Lions themselves make a move?
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Post by House Lefford on Jul 16, 2007 17:57:37 GMT -5
Lord Rindwynd swayed away from the punch but took a kick to the shins from the other knight stepping back "I have no need to fight you, nor do i want to I've already taken out one loin cub today another two will be no problem."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2007 17:59:50 GMT -5
At this point in time, two other lions who overheard the flower Lord quickly overpowered him and pushed him to the ground for his remark.
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Post by House Lefford on Jul 16, 2007 18:03:58 GMT -5
(ooc aw shit) Rindwynd struggles against his atackers "Someone help me for the seven's sake!"
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 16, 2007 18:27:41 GMT -5
Lord Jayson Plumm enters the feast hall with his wife on his arm. Seeing the scuffle his face turns red. Pushing his wife away he leaps into the fray kicking and punching the Lions attacking Rindwynd. All the while screaming, "Back away you honor-less curs. Lord Baldwin will strip your hides for this."
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 16, 2007 19:34:49 GMT -5
Lord Piers Bettley enters the feast hall, leaning heavily on his lion-headed cane. Seeing the brawl he stopped, and leaned back into the corridor. Every one could hear his loud shrill whistle. He waits patiently until eight men-at-arms hurry into the feast hall and then points at the brawl with his cane.
Quickly the fight is broken up, and the four lions who were attacking are dragged to the dungeons. Jayson helps Rindwynd to his feet, and looks abashed. "Are you alright? That was a foul act."
Lord Piers sends a paige off to inform Lord Baldwin about the occurrence. "Sorry folks. Rest assured those men will be striped from collar to ankles. I apologize for all Westermen, Rindwynd. Do have any particular demands for their punishment."
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 16, 2007 19:58:29 GMT -5
Ser Syward Spicer and his entourage walked into the feast hall, seeing Rindwynd all roughed up, his men started laughing they move into a back corner talking among themselves.
Ser Vikter Jast glares at Ser Spicer as the man enters, and he drinks deeper from his glass of wine.
The whole Yew clan enters the hall, surrounding Lord Danforth Yew, as he again recounts exactly how he won the contest. He still clutches the Golden Arrow Prize.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 16, 2007 21:38:15 GMT -5
Edmure hurried as he made his way back up to the castle, after reading the anonymous note given to him he knew he had to get the young prince and princess away from Casterly Rock as fast as possible. He entered the feast and spying the trio in Baratheon colours he went and grabbed the young man's arm. "My prince, you have to get out of here as fast as possible, allow me to accompany you down to the docks where my men are acquiring a ship." The look in his eyes allowed for no arguement, he was going to take them anyways, willing or not.
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Post by House Lefford on Jul 16, 2007 22:04:04 GMT -5
"You keep laughing Spicer I've already proved your not man enough." Rindwynd then turns his back on the Spicer and his men walking over to the Yew's "Congratulation on your win Lord Yew I heard the archery was very close." Walking off Rindwynd sat down at the other end of the feast hall and called for wine.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2007 23:08:30 GMT -5
The Baratheons and the knight accompanying them follow Edmure out of the castle and down to the docks, carefully making sure they are as alone as possible.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 16, 2007 23:26:14 GMT -5
Aerie flitted into the feasting halls once more, Alyssa flanking her as usual, but there was an air of tense anticipation clinging to the thick atmosphere as they entered, their faces rather tight from casual vigilance. Aerie’s eyes looked more tired than yesterday, still coruscating brightly but perched upon the beginnings of dark circles that sliced above her cheekbones; she had been awake most of the night discussing the murder in the kennels, each tossing possible schemes and conspiracies into the melt pot of ideas that lay thick in the air between them. Alyssa was certain something was about to explode, but Aerie rather thought the culprit wanted them to think it as a diversion—did he honestly think the guards would not reach that conclusion—, but the reason he might want them to believe that was beyond her. Basically, it was anyone’s guess, and it seemed not many people other than themselves were taking the caution of guessing. What was wrong with these nobles? Did they think the guards would take care of everything, that things would resolve themselves, that they need not become involved in such sordid matters? It baffled Aerie.
Alyssa soothed her companion’s frayed nerves with a piercing joke about Ser Jast’s bottom, swiftly followed by a jibe on Kennos the knave of dog entrails. Aerie grinned despite herself, shooting back cracks on the latter idiot who had darkened her day far more than Ser Jast, who seemed a gentleman compared to Kennos. The two laughed their way into the hall, stiffening their faces only after they caught disdainful glances from some façades that could definitely belong to a cold-blooded killer. Anyone here could be the one. The people who walked among them…Alyssa jerked her head towards Horace and Lord Baldwin, to Lord Rindwyn and Royce. Aerie took them all in with a scrupulous nod, simultaneously scanning the crowd for familiar faces about the foreign. “ You should have entered the archery, Alyssa,” Aerie added mournfully to her friend, eyes still browsing the clusters of people like a cow nosing through grass tufts. “You would have won. You have a deft hand with the bow. I should not have kept you up…”
“Oh hush,” Alyssa replied tepidly. “Tourneys are all foolishness anyways. Lord Jast hit the nail on the head when he said they cannot compare to true battle.” Aerie only bobbed her head miserably.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 16, 2007 23:26:28 GMT -5
Edmure lead them to the place where his ship had been docked, he settled them near the rest of his crew and left over equipment and told them of his plan to take the Lannister ship docked near the quay. "I'll send a boat to collect you as soon as the ship is taken." He then put a dagger in his mouth and checked the hatchet attached to his belt, nodded to the other men and dived into the water.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 16, 2007 23:45:13 GMT -5
Ser Xavier Hill walks out of the side room where the drinking contest is being held, and looks about the hall. Seeing Alyssa, Xavier smiles warmly at her and winks. He then catches sight of Ser Vikter Jast. Xavier waves him over and they begin a discussion. During their conversation Hill points frequently at the door he had just exited.
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Post by Horas on Jul 16, 2007 23:46:43 GMT -5
Horas Blackwood makes his way over to Aerie, smiling in greeting.
"Did you enjoy the archery contest today, cousin?" Horas asks, "I thought you would enter for a certainty. I wish you had, now, if only so you could have defeated Lord Yew and spared us his endless speeches on how to compensate for crosswinds or excessive humidity." Horas smiles pleasantly to show that he means no real ill to Danforth Yew.
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