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Post by wookie on Nov 21, 2007 14:08:03 GMT -5
Benfry mumbles a quick "Thank you, milord" before scuttling off towards Osmund's wagon to prepare himself mentally for the task ahead. He is under no illusions as to his odds of victory. He had thought he had seen knights whilst out with Ser Harald. Now he knew better. These were true knights and he longed to prove himself amongst them.
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 21, 2007 14:11:05 GMT -5
Randal walks off, putting aside his grief and readying for the melee.
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Post by wookie on Nov 21, 2007 14:13:09 GMT -5
After a few minutes Benfry hears the horn signalling the start of the Melee. He lets out his breath with a large whoosh, checks his armour fastenings once last time and heads off towards the gathering.
"Luck!" cries Osmund after him, his usually happy demenour is now grave. "You'll need it, Benfry lad" he whispered under his breath as Benfry hurried away.
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Post by shacklock on Nov 21, 2007 14:15:37 GMT -5
Sargon tilts his head, hearing the horn also. Glancing down at his gleaming Chain and boiled-leather armour, Sargon shakes the flowing, black hair from his eyes and strides towards the general direction of the other combatants, keeping an eye out for familiar figures. "Fuck these knights with their shining armour and valor. This prize is mine" The young kraken pronounces to no-one in particular, his voice filled with youthful confidence.
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 21, 2007 14:20:33 GMT -5
Randal, hearing the horn, forms up with the rest of his team.
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Post by Ellinda on Nov 21, 2007 15:00:24 GMT -5
The Melee is beginning! The crowd starts to roar as the green and red cloaked warriors rush on to the field.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 21, 2007 15:34:17 GMT -5
Francis was standing beside Ser Alexander in a low crouch, shield raised up. As the Reachmen sallied forward, The Weasel Lord took a cosh to the head, and was out like a torch on a windy night. His loyal man servant Flea dragged him off the field and to safety, where Lady Anne slapped him into consciousness.
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 21, 2007 15:48:05 GMT -5
Michael and Jonas advanced together. As the two sides collided, Michael was knocked uncouncious by a Dornishmen, but Jonas answered, beating that Dornishmen into a yeild, and then slapping his yield-ed brother awake and screaming, "Your done, put down your sword."
On the opposite side, Randal advanced, his mind still clouded by grief, he struck out at a Reachmen, but was separated by a tangle of other combatants.
ooc: How have things progressed terrain wise, have the bridges become congested.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Nov 21, 2007 15:53:24 GMT -5
Marina sat with Aerie and Alyssa, eagerly watching the melee unfold before her with bated breath. She observed intently as the first blows were exchanged. "Lord Jon Royce is quite gallant, isn't he?" she queried breathlessly, looking to Aerie for support. "As is the Black Knight, I suppose."
Aerie suppressed a snort and nodded sagely to the girl. "Yes, they are both very gallant indeed."
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Post by melon on Nov 21, 2007 16:02:09 GMT -5
Tallahar stands amongst some Reach Knights laughing as the two forces hit each other. "Now this is life boys. Now come here you Whoresons and feel the wraith of the Dawn Raider."
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Post by edricdayne on Nov 21, 2007 16:18:17 GMT -5
As the battle rages on Tytos Blackwood and half a dozen other Riverland warriors stand together, fighting on the defensive. The Green Cloaks took an early lead, but they were not going to let them keep it. Tytos looks over just in time to see Lord Erryk Mallister struck hard with a sword, knocking him over and knocking him out by the looks of it. Seeing Lord Erryk fall renews his energy, and he yells out a battle cry. "FOR RAVENTREE HALL!" He screams, as the six men charge forward attacking fiercely.
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 21, 2007 16:28:07 GMT -5
Randal and Jon Royce end up near each other in the fighting. Randal thinks about striking, but holds back, waiting for after the melee disinigrates into a free for all.
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Post by wookie on Nov 21, 2007 17:12:22 GMT -5
Benfry struggles in the chaotic throng as the battle starts. He keeps Prince Andry in sight at all times and as the Prince is attacked by several red cloaked men he launches himself crazily at one of them, who wears a raven brooch, and manages to luckily surprise him and knock him from one of the wooden platforms onto the hard earth below. He ducks and weaves as he tries to make sense of his surroundings, nearly striking a green-clad defender before he realises.
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Post by Erik on Nov 21, 2007 17:17:10 GMT -5
Erik advances with Harrin and Sargon alongside the Reach knights. Francis Varner falls just in front of him, and with a broad grin on his face Erik steps over him to begin carving at the other team, keeping an eye out for Seth and Lucas.
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Post by Ellinda on Nov 21, 2007 18:59:55 GMT -5
The final fallen men are taken off the field and the red and green sides regroup for the next wave of the melee.
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