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Post by Erik on Nov 23, 2007 14:39:04 GMT -5
A small pavilion is set up by Erik and his crew. Inside are set up several long tables, barrels of ale, and plenty of throwing axes. A sheet is posted for those interested in competing at the Finger Dance to sign up.
It is noted that pussy Greenlander blunted axes will not be used.
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Post by shacklock on Nov 23, 2007 14:40:21 GMT -5
Sargon stumbles into the tent looking fairly drunk, accompanied by several of his Iron-born, including Uler. They all sign up, grinning and laughing.
Sign Up
Sargon Greyjoy
Uler Dengerr
Storm-Reaver Crewmember:1
Storm-Reaver Crewmember:2
Storm-Reaver Crewmember:3
Storm-Reaver Crewmember:4
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Post by Erik on Nov 23, 2007 14:41:12 GMT -5
OOC: Gimme some more names, or at least a number, Sargon.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 23, 2007 14:43:37 GMT -5
Seth Falgrave enters, smiling despite himself. He finds Erik immediately and greets him.
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Post by shacklock on Nov 23, 2007 14:44:54 GMT -5
Sargon wanders over to Seth and Erik. "Brother, Coz. Ready t'loose?"
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Post by Erik on Nov 23, 2007 14:45:39 GMT -5
"Morning, Seth. How's things? You joining the little competition we've got here?"
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 23, 2007 14:47:19 GMT -5
"Fingerdance?" Seth laughed. "I don't suppose I would be any good at it, haven't tried it in some time. Though I reckon I could school some of these wastrels."
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Post by Erik on Nov 23, 2007 14:49:16 GMT -5
"Of course you could. It's worth a try, anyway, not like it's all that dangerous. Have to show our good people that you haven't forgotten all our ways."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 23, 2007 14:55:51 GMT -5
"No, not forgotten. Risen above them. Become harder and stronger." Seth said, smirking. "So let's sharpen them axes then boys!" Seth declared loudly, his authorative voice snapping many to attention.
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Post by Erik on Nov 23, 2007 14:58:04 GMT -5
Erik suddenly notices Sargon's standing next to them. "Lose? Last time we played, if I recall, you were beaten by a Lannister who'd never thrown an axe before."
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Post by shacklock on Nov 23, 2007 15:00:54 GMT -5
Sargon frowns slightly before chuckling. "Aye, well that may be the case, but I had drunk enough to float my Reaver before we started. Hardly a fair competion"
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Post by Erik on Nov 23, 2007 15:03:17 GMT -5
"We shall see. At any rate, the little lion hasn't signed up yet, so you may be safe."
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Post by Fel on Nov 23, 2007 17:35:35 GMT -5
Hardon Kenning enters flipping an axe in one hand, he is followed by Theon Godswind.
"Who's ready to lose some fingers?" Hardon grins.
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Post by Fel on Nov 23, 2007 17:42:02 GMT -5
The hulking form of Lord Quellon Drumm enters the tent after. He speaks to none, nor does he sign any sheet, but expects that through his presence it will be understood that he plans to participate.
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Post by Horas on Nov 25, 2007 1:11:27 GMT -5
Graham Blackwood wanders into the finger dance tent. He is given several bemused looks, and some are downright hostile -- greenlanders are not often found in Ironborn tents, and Riverlanders even less so.
Graham grins in return, his courage boosted by the several horns of ale he has already consumed tonight. Graham has decided that he needs to win something at this tourney, and if he's already lost the joust, the melee, the horse race, and the archery, he might as well give finger dancing a try.
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Hope you all are well and happy.