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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Apr 22, 2008 18:12:38 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?" "Ah the West." Oliver nods. "Crown loyalists," he says with a thin smile. "For the tourney, I and my good man Ser Roger will be competing in the melee..." Antony butted in, "And I shall be clearing all before me in the joust," he adds with a grin. Oliver nods. "I'm also entering the horserace, gods know why," he says with a withering look at his brother, who nods enthusiatically. "And you my lord? Which events tickle your fancy?" |
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Post by quakeii on Apr 22, 2008 18:19:39 GMT -5
"Well I don't know about crown loyalist, I haven't been near Westeros in the last ten years, but I will be joining the melee"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Apr 22, 2008 18:22:59 GMT -5
Oliver raises an eyebrow. "Interesting. Why the self-imposed exile, if you don't mind me asking?"
From behind there is the sound of loud violent cursing followed by chuckles as one of the Bulwer men erecting the tent hits his hand with a mallet.
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Post by quakeii on Apr 22, 2008 18:25:23 GMT -5
Harwin shrugs. "Honestly I don't really know. I ran away when I was 16. I guess I just wanted to get out and see the world. I joined a mercenary company and fought Dothraki for the Cities. Now that I have an excuse for my ignorance may i ask where you men hail from?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Apr 22, 2008 18:30:05 GMT -5
Oliver nods slowly and unconvincingly at the man's reply, a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
"Blackcrown," he states. "Just north of the Whispering Sound, a few days ride Southwest of Oldtown."
"We're on leave from the Far Reach army," Antony pipes up, "and we thought, why not. Everyone loves a tourney."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 22, 2008 18:32:48 GMT -5
Evander Storm arrives and starts mingling with the lesser nobles of the tourney grounds.
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Post by quakeii on Apr 22, 2008 18:39:08 GMT -5
Paying no mind to the tone in the man's voice Harwin continued. "Perhaps after you are situated you would care to find a tavern with me where you could catch me up on the happenings of Westeros."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Apr 22, 2008 18:44:01 GMT -5
"It'd be my pleasure Lord Sarsfield. Seeing as our tents are situated thusly and we shall be here for some time, drink shall be abundant around here. We shall have no need of a tavern, I can fill you in out here tonight."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2008 19:00:32 GMT -5
As Aranya saw others arriving, she slowed Winterfrost and turned, still talking to Ser Grant. "Did you return recently from Dorne, ser?" she asked, studying him closely. He was said to be the twin brother of the man who had killed Ser Tytos Blackwood.
Lady Alyana looked with interest as she saw the other knights' tents going up - and, across the way, the less glamorous stalls of the vendors and armorers and horse sellers and whores in the city, who wished to milk as much business as they could. And a congregation of high lords was always promising.
Aranya's steward, Rolf Whytter, found campsites for each of the incoming participants.
One of Aranya's household knights, Ser Ethan Smallwick, walked out onto the grounds to speak with the men - or at least, those who were not so high of birth. Ser Ethan was commonborn, and cheerful about it.
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Post by quakeii on Apr 22, 2008 20:33:37 GMT -5
"It'd be my pleasure Lord Sarsfield. Seeing as our tents are situated thusly and we shall be here for some time, drink shall be abundant around here. We shall have no need of a tavern, I can fill you in out here tonight." After seeing that Lord Bulwer's camp was set up Harwin walked over to get that glass of wine promised and to find out what had been going on on this continent for the last 10 years. |
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Post by Sam on Apr 22, 2008 23:33:35 GMT -5
As Aranya saw others arriving, she slowed Winterfrost and turned, still talking to Ser Grant. "Did you return recently from Dorne, ser?" she asked, studying him closely. He was said to be the twin brother of the man who had killed Ser Tytos Blackwood. "Not quite so recently, milady. I stopped at Stonehelm on my return trip from Dorne, and from there my lovely bride and I continued on to the capital. We were only there a fortnight when word of the tourney reached the city, and we departed at once. Gods know I cannot stand that city. I thought it was bad when we drove off the Usurper's men, but in peacetime it seems smellier, fuller, and louder if that is even possible." He saw Lady Royce closely studying his face, and it occurred to him that she might be old enough to have known his grandfather, the Songlord, to whom men said he bore a striking resemblance. "Tell me, my lady, of your travels these past few years, all I know is that you were absent from the Realm for quite some time," Grant inquired with a smile. |
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 22, 2008 23:43:47 GMT -5
Evander stared at the great noblemen from a distance, with obvious interest. He continued mingling with knights of his own station.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2008 23:58:41 GMT -5
Aranya did indeed notice the resemblance between Ser Grant and Lord Sylas Caron of Nightsong. But she merely smiled at his question. "I was travelling in the east with my children for some years, on a job that I had. When I completed it, I returned. It was good to go abroad again - until I sailed from Duskendale, I had not left Westeros since my exile long ago."
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Post by megatron on Apr 23, 2008 5:29:26 GMT -5
Ser Devon and Ser Dougal arrive with a modest escort of six. Three servants begin staking up a tent not too far from Lord Sarsfield, while another sifts through the packs for what's left of the bread and salt beef, and passes it around.
Devon and Dougal pass back and forth a wineskin, glad to be done with this long trip. Soon after the two head to the yard.
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Post by Fel on Apr 23, 2008 5:36:13 GMT -5
The Ironborn camp is set up, a large pavilion erected for Lord Harlaw, and smaller ones pt up for Dagon Harlaw, Qarl the Shark, Quellon Blackscythe, Tomas Clegane and other men in his service.
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Hope you all are well and happy.