Melee Grounds

[Princess Ariel Targaryen]

Quentin Fowler walked onto the melee grounds, surveying the area with a critical eye.

[wookie]

Ser Benfry wandered agog around the melee ground. He had never seen such a sight, especially considering they were temporary buildings for the melee. He was impressed at the length the Lannister nobles had taken to prepare the ground. Both forts were very solidly constructed and could possibly hold out against a real assault, nevermind the 'pretend' combat which was to take place.

He noticed two other men also surveying the scene. He did not know them but one older man wore the lion of Lannister and another had the look of the dornish about him. He gave them both a respectful distance and continued poking his nose around the forts, admiring the carpentry skills employed in their construction.

[wookie]

Spotting an opportunity, Osmund rolls up his wagon near to the Melee grounds and stands and sets up his mobile forge and equipment ready at hand should the need arise for some last minute armour repair or help needed to remove crushed armour from a wounded man.

[shacklock]

Sargon Greyjoy wanders onto the Melee grounds, alone, taking note of its features ready for the fighting.

[swammeyjoe]

Randal nodded to the Dornishman, and was about to turn back to leave when he noticed others trickling in. Seeing a hedge knight and a Greyjoy, he walked over. He spoke first to the hedge knight. "Hello, Ser, are you, by chance, entered in the melee?" He sticks out his hand, his manners still slightly gruff, "Randal Lannister."

[Ellinda]

The crowd begins to gather the Grand Melee, a suitable kickoff to the Great Tourney of Casterly Rock. There is an excited buzz in the air, a combination of shouts, laughter and the distant clang of men practicing just before the event.

[wookie]

Benfry's face flushed crimson red, to match the doublet of the Lannister Lord. "I'm, i'm, i'm Benfry Smith, milord" he stammered out "I am hoping to take part in all the events, if it please you. I...I am hoping to do well and gain honour" he clammed his mouth shut to prevent him from embarrassing himself anymore than he had already done"

[shacklock]

Sargon eyes the Lannister and Hedge-Knight stammering away at each other, chuckling to himself. He wanders over to the pair.

[swammeyjoe]

Randal gives him a sad smile, his age finally showing, unlike it has for the past years. "You'll do fine, lad, and who knows, the King is here, do well and you may impress him."

[swammeyjoe]

The King's chair is set up and many nice doggies are brought in for him to play with.

[shacklock]

“The King heh? Last I heard, the King still wears swaddling cloth,” Sargon remarks as he walks up to Randal.

[swammeyjoe]

"Yes, but child kings tend to favor the knights who smash the most heads. And the regent is here as well. You are a Greyjoy, I can see, but what is your name."

[shacklock]

Sargon grins, extending a gloved hand. “Aye, that’s true enough. The knight with the most expensive armour and horse gains the king’s favor, whilst us truly skilled men are overlooked. The name’s Sargon. You are a Lannister, that is also plain to see”

[swammeyjoe]

He shakes the mans hand, "Aye, Randal Lannister, you missed my speech at the opening feast, otherwise you'd know who I am."

[shacklock]

Sargon nods slightly. “I was…delayed on my way here by a troublesome merchant”. The Iron-man grins slyly and pats his dirk. “Still, it seems I have arrived just in time.”
“A shame about the feast though, I was rather looking forward to a drinking match with my brother. You’ve no doubt met him, bragging about his newly acquired lordship” Sargon chuckles but a look of annoyance passes over his young-features none-the less.