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Post by edricdayne on Dec 2, 2007 22:23:45 GMT -5
"Ser Jacelyn Reyne, of House Reyne. You will fight me, live steel. No fatal wounds or my friends here will see you dead. Got it? If you have what it takes, we'll let you join our Sellsword Company." Jacelyn pauses for a second, and a smile appears across his face. "And if I win, you have to tell me your surname. If not, well, you can tell me if you want."
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Post by Horas on Dec 2, 2007 22:54:37 GMT -5
"House Reyne?" Ivan snorts. He removes his longaxe from his back, ready to spar. "The Reynes have been extinct for hundreds of years. Why do you name yourself one?"
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 2, 2007 22:59:36 GMT -5
Jacelyn gives Ivan a good look. "I am a descendant of House Reyne. When that cursed Lord Tywin eradicated Castamere and the Reynes, he failed to track my ancestors. A Reyne had just had a child when Tywin came for them, so he hid the fact that his wife had had the child and Tywin overlooked the fact she wasn't with child when she was killed." Jacelyn paused, and raised his hand. "See this ring? It has the insignia of House Reyne on it. Is this proof enough?"
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Post by Horas on Dec 2, 2007 23:10:15 GMT -5
"Seems more likely to me your great-grandaddy looted that ring from the ruins of Castamere, and has been telling your family lies ever since." Ivan shrugs. "But call yourself whatever you like."
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 2, 2007 23:11:28 GMT -5
Ser Jacelyn heatedly draws his sword. "I am a Reyne, and you will not disrespect my family like that. My family would not loot a ruin, let alone the ruins of our own ancient castle."
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Post by Horas on Dec 2, 2007 23:37:11 GMT -5
Ivan rolls his eyes. "Look Reyne, I'm just calling it as I see it. You can be descended from the Dragonkings for all I care. Do you want an apology or something?" Ivan's tone makes it clear he couldn't care less about the subject.
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 3, 2007 19:51:12 GMT -5
Ser Jacelyn is seething, but slowly starts to calm down. "Time to end this talking, and to see if you are worthy of joining our sellsword company.
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Post by Horas on Dec 3, 2007 20:30:57 GMT -5
Ivan shrugs. "As you wish, Ser."
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 3, 2007 21:33:13 GMT -5
Ser Harwyn Toyne chuckles as he beats Safar. "Seem your strength doesn't account for anything. But you're good, I'll give you that. You're in."
Ser Oswell Teague grins as Ser Martyn is beaten. "You aren't good enough to beat me, but if you did beat me then I wouldn't be worthy of Captain. You can join."
Ser Jacelyn Reyne, grimaces greatly as Ivan cuts his calf. His disdain is written all across his face. "I don't like it, but you won. Don't get cocky though, kid, but you're in."
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 3, 2007 21:39:34 GMT -5
He sheaths his sword and walks towards the inn. "Lets have a drink, and a toast to our company of 6 sellswords!"
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Post by Horas on Dec 3, 2007 21:44:05 GMT -5
Ser Ivan wipes the blood off of his axe. "I'm glad I'm up to your standards, Ser Reyne," he says, the barest hint of sarcasm audible in his voice. He follows the others back into the inn.
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Post by melon on Dec 3, 2007 21:44:46 GMT -5
Safar the Strong stands, "Sounds good." His dornish looking features show many that is it a lie that he's from House Strong.
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 3, 2007 21:51:40 GMT -5
The three enter the inn and walk over to a large table. "Six mugs of your finest ale!" Ser Harwyn yells to the innkeep.
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Post by melon on Dec 3, 2007 22:00:36 GMT -5
Safar walks in and casually walks up to the inn keep. "Put water in my cup please."
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Post by Horas on Dec 3, 2007 22:08:43 GMT -5
Ivan takes his ale and moves away from Ser Jacelyn, seating himself between Safar and Oswell.
"Safar Strong, is it?" Ivan asks, taking a sip.
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Hope you all are well and happy.