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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 16, 2007 11:22:58 GMT -5
"Oh, sweet sister Sara, who knew years of living in a Rock could make you soft. House Royce grieves your lost skills." Rhodri Royce says between the first and second round. After the second round, he was out as well. Of the Stormlanders, Lady Cortesse Horpe almost made the third round, but Ser Swann, the Bentbow, was their only representative.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 16, 2007 14:46:31 GMT -5
"Ah, fie on that final arrow. This contest was for the taking," Ser Doyle Swann says, rueing his wayward final shot that cost him the prize.
"At least I did better than the Gray Lady."
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 16, 2007 18:38:55 GMT -5
Lord Yew walks about lecturing his brood about true marksmanship. The all listen raptly to their father. Piers urges Lord Yew onto the dais and presents the Lord with a golden arrow.
Yew steps forward to make a speech, "I want to thank my competition. I have always thought that good opponents make you better. I especially want to applaud Ella Fossoway for proving how capable women truly are..." At this point he begins to discuss the wind speed, temperature, and strength requirements. For ten more minutes a rather boring archery lesson is presented to the crowd. Those around the edges begin retreating long before Danfoth Yew finishes his speech.
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