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Post by Horas on Apr 25, 2008 0:47:33 GMT -5
Upon winning, Graham postures for the crowd, basking in their applause. He kisses Mallery lustily when she runs out to him to the hoots and cheers of the crowd.
"A valiant effort," Graham grins at the runners-up, "But it takes a special sort of man to defeat a Blackwood." He accepts his prizes from an attendent, then smiles at his hostess. "I wonder what the prize is for the joust? I'll be winning that one too, you see."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2008 0:50:09 GMT -5
Aranya winked at him. "I am sure it would not disappoint a Blackwood. Though you had best be careful - Mal might explode if you win the joust."
Mallery had taken her husband's new ring and was trying it on, grinning.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2008 1:14:17 GMT -5
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Aranya's grey mare flew to the finish line at a hard gallop, and was reined in, blowing, after she crossed it. The mare mouthed her bit and blew strongly, but did not seem winded.
A while later, Ser Dougal and Aerie came galloping up, their mounts so closely in step that it was impossible to tell who was ahead. Aranya judged that they had both won second place when they crossed the finish line.
The other riders came up after, and Aranya gave Benfry a sympathetic smile as he came in at the rear.
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Post by megatron on Apr 25, 2008 1:19:55 GMT -5
"Damn, son... I had no idea Thunder was that fast." Devon remarked, finally catching up with his son. Dougal had already dismounted and was patting Thunder's head appreciatively.
Dougal grinned, and spoke in a low voice to his father. "I may have even won if it weren't for that Lady Royce. They say she breeds her own horses, and they're the best in the realm short of the Dothraki."
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Post by edricdayne on Apr 25, 2008 7:31:13 GMT -5
Ser Martyn finishes the race, and dismounts his horse. He had gotten fifth... Not the most satisfying place, but at least he been with the pack, unlike Francis who had fallen completely behind.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Apr 25, 2008 9:43:46 GMT -5
Oliver pulls up his horse close to Ser Antony's. "What made you put in a late entrance?" he asked with a grin.
"Anything Big Brother can do, I can do better... at least, that's what I wanted to try and prove. Didn't really work though," Antony replied.
Oliver chuckled and rode away, offering his congratulations to Ser Dougal and Aerie Falgrave on a good race.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2008 11:27:22 GMT -5
Aranya walked up, after giving Wenhaver a last pat on her steaming neck and giving her to a groom. Grooms came forward to tend to the other horses.
"You rode very well," Aranya said to Ser Dougal and Aerie. She gave the young Lannister knight a curious look. "You have some skill at riding, ser. People will be talking of you today." She smiled at Aerie, and then declared that they would both be awarded the winner's trophies.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 25, 2008 15:14:01 GMT -5
At the beginning of the Melee, Patrek will stand near the entrance and try to see if anyone smuggles in live steel. (expert observation)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2008 23:37:47 GMT -5
Before the feast after the first day of games, more prizes are handed out. Although she won the horse race, Aranya would not, of course, take the trophies. Instead, she awarded both Ser Dougal Lannister and Lady Aerie Falgrave, who tied for second.
"You rode well and with great skill," Aranya said. "And riders of great skill require horses that do them justice."
Two tall, sleek coursers were led out, one bay and one chestnut. They sidestepped and pranced, their manes braided with silver streamers. They were Blackdusks, from Aerie's and Aranya's stables. Both coursers were saddled with magnificent red leather jousting saddles. They were clearly made of lizard-lion leather, which was rare and expensive.
The bay's saddle was embellished with silver and garnets and tourmalines that winked and flashed in the sunlight. The chestnut's saddle was threaded with gold, with carnelian and amethysts set into the saddle. The jewels were studded on the cantle, panels, pommel and and gullet of each saddle.
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Post by megatron on Apr 26, 2008 0:13:39 GMT -5
Dougal's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly remembered his manners. "You have my gratitude, Lady Royce. 'tis indeed a truly grand award." He bowed gracefully, putting on his best charming look, at the same time forcing from his mind that crazy rumor he'd heard not long ago about the Lady and her horses.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2008 0:18:52 GMT -5
Aranya stroked the coursers' necks fondly and led the chestnut over to Ser Dougal, and the bright bay was given to Lady Aerie.
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Post by megatron on Apr 26, 2008 6:15:12 GMT -5
Ser Dougal graciously accepts, in a display of courtly manner that impresses even his father, watching with approval. "Again, my gratitude, m'Lady. With your endorsement I shall ride him this day in the coming joust. Does he have a name?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2008 9:45:49 GMT -5
"This is Sandstorm, out of Bonfire," Aranya said, scratching the colt's neck. "Three years old, but what he lacks in experience he will make up in training and sheer spirit. I will look forward to seeing you ride him in the joust tomorrow."
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Post by megatron on Apr 26, 2008 14:32:44 GMT -5
"I shall see to it that we do the name justice, m'Lady." Dougal eyes her one last time, then bows once again before heading off with Sandstorm to his and his father's tent. Devon meets up with him on the way, and raises an impressed eyebrow.
"Truly, that is one fine horse," Devon nodded. "Even beyond what I was expecting. I'm actually surprised that the Lady Royce would give away such a fantastic animal." Dougal, however, seemed lost in thought.
It took a bit before he spoke again. "Father... you think any of that crazy shit they say about her's true?"
Devon shook his head. "I'm pretty sure it's all bullshit, son. Rumors are called such for a reason. Why do you ask?"
Dougal was silent for a while longer. "Hmm. Nevermind I said anything... she's too old and she's the master of laws to boot."
Devon stopped dead in his tracks, not far from their tent. "What... what were you thinking, son?"
Dougal just kept walking. "Nothing. I ... nothing, father."
Devon caught up to Dougal, near their tent, and gave him an incredulous look. "You CAN NOT have seriously thought about..."
Dougal interrupted him. "No. Just.... nevermind."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Apr 26, 2008 16:06:15 GMT -5
ooc: omg, hahahaha.
Aerie grinned as she accepted her bay, amused that Aranya knew her so well. "He's one of my favorites," she admitted as she took her bridle.
"That Wenhaver is still as fast as ever, Aranya." Aerie stroked the grey's damp neck with affection.
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Hope you all are well and happy.