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Post by megatron on Apr 18, 2008 18:44:24 GMT -5
"Well," Ser Devon chuckled, "he takes after his father, for better or for worse. But he's a solid hand at the sword, even I can no longer best him these days. He has much to learn with the lance, but I have no doubts that he will someday win the tourneys that I fell short in."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 18:47:03 GMT -5
"Perhaps I can help you instruct him," Ser Allain smiled. "And what better form of instruction is there than demonstration? I should be honored to tilt against you."
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Post by megatron on Apr 18, 2008 18:58:38 GMT -5
Ser Devon smiled. "Well, I'm always for a good tilt. I had quite a name for myself once upon a time in the tourneys. I shall call my captain Victor to officiate, if that is acceptable. He has performed so in tournaments before, as well as in my training jousts with Dougal."
Ser Devon signals to his messenger, just having finished his own dinner, and instructs him to summon Dougal and Captain Cregg to the courtyard.
"Well then, shall we?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 19:01:00 GMT -5
"Of course," Ser Allain said, rising from the table and bowing. They walked out to the stables to saddle their horses.
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Post by megatron on Apr 18, 2008 19:06:15 GMT -5
"Then we ride!" Ser Devon grinned, and nodded to Ser Allain.
--in the stable--
Victor Cregg nodded to Ser Devon, as he took up his lance. Comfortably hopping into the saddle, Ser Devon nodded and urged Lightning to the line, balancing the blunted lance in his hand.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 19:15:56 GMT -5
Ser Allain mounted his heavy brown destrier and followed.
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Post by megatron on Apr 18, 2008 19:22:09 GMT -5
A serving-man hands Ser Allain a blunted, yet well balanced practice lance, and takes a quick bow before reatreating to the wall, to watch from a safe position.
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Post by megatron on Apr 18, 2008 19:24:52 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Ser Devon rides to the line on his own destrier, Lightning, still making short, clean strokes with the practice lance, feeling its weight and balance.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 19:29:32 GMT -5
Ser Allain thanks the serving man with a nod and shuts his helm with a clang. The brown destrier stands still, nostrils flaring, and waits for the signal to charge.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 19:33:57 GMT -5
At the signal, the two knights kicked their horses forward, sending them into a fast canter. Devon's lance shattered on Allain's shield, but Allain's blow was near perfect, and he unseated the Lannister in a single pass.
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Post by megatron on Apr 18, 2008 19:35:44 GMT -5
Ser Devon rose and shook his head, grinning despite the defeat. "Damn. I've been out of practice far too long. Another?"
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Post by megatron on Apr 18, 2008 19:42:06 GMT -5
Impressed and somewhat dismayed, Ser Devon rises again. "Good show, good show indeed, Ser. I have apparently rested too long, and you've indeed shown great skill at the tilt."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 19:50:50 GMT -5
After unseating Ser Devon a second time, Ser Allain reined in his snorting destrier and tossed the broken lance aside, reaching down to help Ser Devon up. "Thank you, ser. You acquitted yourself nobly as well," Allain said graciously.
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Post by megatron on Apr 18, 2008 19:54:12 GMT -5
Ser Devon shook the knight's hand with tenacity. "A noble performance. One of the best I've seen in my time."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 20:31:16 GMT -5
"Thank you," Ser Allain said. "You are too kind. I wonder if I may beg a night's rest here at your keep. It has been long since I last slept with a roof over my head and walls around me."
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