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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2008 0:42:40 GMT -5
The tourney grounds consist of the wide field where knights and lords set up their tents, the wooden stadium where commons and highborn alike can watch the jousting and melee, the archery ground, and a stretch of dirt track that is leveled out for the races.
A traveling fair has congregated, setting up stalls in anticipation of the crowds. With them come armorers and horse sellers, who are always at hand when knights are at a tournament.
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Post by Sam on Apr 22, 2008 15:23:50 GMT -5
Ser Grant Connington arrives, and his pages begin to erect his modest-sized tent, which flew the red and white combatant griffins of his House. He was one of the earlier lordlings to arrive, but he had been in King's Landing prior to Lord Dondarrion's wedding and decided to ride up to the Tourney Grounds at Duskendale early.
ooc: Aranya, if you want to play as my wife I'll say she came with me to the tourney.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2008 15:49:20 GMT -5
OOC: Sure.
Lady Alyanna Swann rode with her husband, her women in attendance. She would be offered housing with the other ladies in the Dun Fort, but she could think of no place she'd rather be than with Grant.
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Post by Sam on Apr 22, 2008 15:53:19 GMT -5
After his tent was set up, he rode up to the modest castle with his wife and her serving maids. She would recieve quarters there, and he went to the castle's steward to enter his name into the lists. Ser Garlan Swann had his own tent pitched next to Grant's, and rode with his good-brother and sister up to the castle as well.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2008 16:04:17 GMT -5
The Master of Games, Galwyn, entered Ser Grant's names for the events he had chosen.
When Lady Aranya heard that the Conningtons had arrived, she came riding up on a snorting grey horse, and greeted Ser Grant warmly. "I am pleased to see you, ser."
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Post by Sam on Apr 22, 2008 16:12:31 GMT -5
"It is a pleasure to meet you, my lady," Ser Grant said to the Mistress of Laws. "Your name carries great renown throughout this realm. This is my wife, Lady Alyana, and her brother Ser Garlan Swann, the heir to Stonehelm."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2008 16:16:46 GMT -5
Aranya greeted Alyana and Ser Garlan with smiles, and said, "You have ridden quite a way. I would be honored if you would break bread with me at the summerhouse just over yonder, while your men set up your tent?"
The summerhouse was at the edge of the field, and had been cleaned and aired out and a table set so that Aranya could casually socialize with the tourney participants without hauling them all up to the castle.
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Post by House Lefford on Apr 22, 2008 16:26:13 GMT -5
Ser Sandor Grimm and other men Representing the Shield Islands Arrives at the Tourneys Grounds. The Green and Gray Pavilions of House Grimm sit next to the Green and Red of ones of House Chester and the and the Red and White of House Serry.
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Post by Sam on Apr 22, 2008 16:33:29 GMT -5
Aranya greeted Alyana and Ser Garlan with smiles, and said, "You have ridden quite a way. I would be honored if you would break bread with me at the summerhouse just over yonder, while your men set up your tent?" The summerhouse was at the edge of the field, and had been cleaned and aired out and a table set so that Aranya could casually socialize with the tourney participants without hauling them all up to the castle. All three agreed graciously, and turned their horses to follow Aranya's majestic grey one. |
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Post by quakeii on Apr 22, 2008 16:41:48 GMT -5
Harwin Sarsfield arrives at the tourney ground with his meager escort, sets up his small tents on the outskirts of the grounds, and heads to the sign up pavilion.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Apr 22, 2008 17:47:39 GMT -5
Returning from the sign-up tent, the Blackcrown contingent looks to find any other men of the Far Reach with whom they can pitch their tents. On finding none have arrived yet, they settle for area near a small group of tents on the outskirts of the field. They do not recognise the insignia borne by these tents.
"Which house are you lot here representing?" Antony calls out to a man sitting nearby.
"House Sarsfield," comes the reply.
Antony looks to his brother, who shrugs.
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Post by quakeii on Apr 22, 2008 18:01:09 GMT -5
Harwin Sarsfield exits his tent. "You are welcome to set up your camp next to ours. I am Lord Harwin Sarsfield, just back from the Free Cities. And who might you be friend?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Apr 22, 2008 18:05:17 GMT -5
Antony looks back to see the young man emerge from his tent. "Ah, well met Lord Harwin," he says with a small bow. "I am Ser Antony Bulwer, and this miserable bastard here is my brother Lord Oliver. The big bugger staring off into space over there is Ser Roger of Blackcrown."
Oliver also makes his way over and bows. "Well met, Lord Sarsfield. Tell me, where are you from? Please forgive my ignorance but I do not recognise your house name. Are you of the Stormlands?"
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Post by quakeii on Apr 22, 2008 18:07:48 GMT -5
Harwin laughs. "Hardly, I am from the Westerlands, of a small house sworn to the the Rock. What are you men planning on competing in?"
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Post by Tallahar on Apr 22, 2008 18:08:55 GMT -5
Ser Garin Tyrell arrives at the Tourney Grounds. He begins to order servants to strike a large tent for the Regent of the Mander when he will be arriving shortly.
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Hope you all are well and happy.