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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 19, 2007 22:55:44 GMT -5
"Piff" Ser Gilbert's mouth shot out a large mouthful of the rich amber onto to the table. He stood up as if he took great offense.
"And you Ser," he said pointing at Ser Torn, "You Ser are a waster of fine spirits," he said playfully before recovering the missing amber with a loud slirp.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 19, 2007 23:02:51 GMT -5
Francis stood up, and pulled the dagger from the table, putting it back where it was concealed. "Good sers I thank you for the drink, please help yourselves for the rest, and don't forget that the Melee begins tomorrow, so you may want to hold back a little bit of your consumption, Ser Gilbert I'm looking at you here," Said Francis imitating the tone of a crotchety maester. "My Lady Varner may wish to practice our dance steps so I do not embarrass her."
Ser Torn, "Very well Ser, I think I shall take my leave as well." He retired to his own tent, leaving Ser Gilbert with a cask all his own.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 19, 2007 23:17:19 GMT -5
"Oh bollocks," Ser Gilbert said not wanting to drink alone again. "Maybe I'll turn in early too," He went to find his cot in one of the Varner tents, grabbing a flask as he went. Ser Torn eyed him sullenly but Ser Gilbert replied only "in case I need a night cap."
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 20, 2007 0:49:25 GMT -5
A column of Valemen rides into the grounds. At the head of the column are the great men of the Vale, Lord Rhodri Arryn and Lord Jon Royce. Lady Aranya of Duskendale rides off to the side of Lord Arryn and speaks with him. The Redforts rode a small distance behind. Behind rode the young Knight of the Bloody Gate and his friend Ser Daven Hersey. Daven said something to cause the often stoic Roland to throw his head back in laughter. Next rode the giant Ser Felwick Gower.
They find a clear area and begin throwing up their tourney tents, bright with the colors of their houses.
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 20, 2007 1:09:21 GMT -5
Some time after the Vale knights arrived, Ser Vance Hardyng rode in at a hard gallop.
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 22, 2007 12:47:59 GMT -5
Randal Lannister walks among the tents, seeking out the Hedge knight Benfry Smith.
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Post by wookie on Nov 22, 2007 16:25:07 GMT -5
Randal finds him sitting on the outskirts of the Archery contest, watching those still competing with a glum look on his face. Upon hearing that Lord Lannister was looking for him he seemed surprised and said "Well fought in the Melee, milord Lannister. You fought well and I bear no grudge for being eliminated by you" he says nervously wondering what the great lord would want with such as him
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 22, 2007 18:51:38 GMT -5
Randal gives Benfry a smile, and for the first time all tourney long his smile seems warm. "Benfry, you fought gallantly, why don't you come have a glass of wine."
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Post by wookie on Nov 23, 2007 5:24:13 GMT -5
Benfry glances around in embarrassment "Uh...I mean of course, milord Lannister. I'd be honoured!"
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 23, 2007 10:21:23 GMT -5
Randal nods to Benfry, smiling at his nervousnes, "Good, lets go."
ooc: Moving to 'Randal's Chambers'
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 25, 2007 14:39:20 GMT -5
Jonas Westerling walks among the tents, demanding that Tytos Blackwood show himself.
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Post by edricdayne on Nov 25, 2007 14:49:03 GMT -5
Tytos exits his tent to find someone shouting his name. "I am Tytos Blackwood. Who are you?" He asks, careful of the obviously angry man.
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 25, 2007 14:56:42 GMT -5
Jonas's eyes flash, and his hand falls to the hilt of his blade, "Jonas Westerling, and you are the one who killed my brother. The bastard of the Riverlands, the cunt who killed my brother."
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Post by edricdayne on Nov 25, 2007 15:58:37 GMT -5
Tytos' face instantly fell to sorrow, as his hand slowly lowered to the hilt of his own blade. "I am so sorry about your brother. I truly, truly didn't mean to kill him. It was merely an accident, he fell wrong and it snapped his neck. I am so sorry, and I know I owe you and your family a great debt." Tytos watched Jonas carefully, not letting his sorrow cloud his senses.
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 25, 2007 17:03:30 GMT -5
"Fuck you, bastard murderer." With that Jonas draws his sword, and a all activity in this part of the camp stops, and a few Westermen form a rough circle, anger in their eyes as well.
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