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Post by Fel on Apr 23, 2008 16:52:09 GMT -5
OOC: Note: I doubt Clegane would be wearing the Harlaw colours, he's a bit too independant for that kind of thing.  IC: Tomas watched as the man approached him, "another one, eh? It's been a long time since I've smacked so many nobles around." |
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 23, 2008 16:54:20 GMT -5
Patrek nods, "Room for improvement does not always mean lack of skill, Lord Tarly" with that Patrek seated himself on a bench content on watching the other knights train.
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Post by mark on Apr 23, 2008 16:55:43 GMT -5
Robb, too, took a seat on the bench, wanting to watch Clegane against the stormland knight, Ser Grant.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 23, 2008 16:59:36 GMT -5
Evander bowed to Sandor Grimm, and took a rest from the sparring to watch other fighters.
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Post by quakeii on Apr 23, 2008 17:08:07 GMT -5
Ser Sandor Lifts his sword "Ready when you are Ser." Lord Harwin Sarsfield walks up to Ser Sandor. "Need someone to spar with ser?" |
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Post by Sam on Apr 23, 2008 17:13:53 GMT -5
OOC: Note: I doubt Clegane would be wearing the Harlaw colours, he's a bit too independant for that kind of thing. IC: Tomas watched as the man approached him, "another one, eh? It's been a long time since I've smacked so many nobles around." Ser Grant chuckled. "Perhaps, Ser, but fighting you should be instructive regardless of if I am beaten." He raised his tourney blade, as Clegane lifted his own. |
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Post by House Lefford on Apr 23, 2008 17:27:36 GMT -5
A little Cocky from his last fight Sandor Turns to the Westerman "If you think you up for it."
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Post by edricdayne on Apr 23, 2008 19:52:28 GMT -5
Ser Martyn Darry enters the yard silently, and looks around for someone to spar with.
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Post by megatron on Apr 23, 2008 19:53:40 GMT -5
Devon and Dougal wander into the training yard, carrying blunted tourney swords. "Find someone to spar with, son. You know my style, but you haven't fought many others."
Dougal nods, and surveys the courtyard, and spots another knight standing around doing the same thing.
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Post by edricdayne on Apr 23, 2008 19:55:20 GMT -5
Ser Martyn sees two people enter the yard, and walks towards them. "One of you up for a sparring match?" He asked, grabbing a blunted tourney sword.
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Post by megatron on Apr 23, 2008 19:56:38 GMT -5
Dougal nodded to the man, before his father could speak. "Absolutely."
Devon stood back to watch.
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Post by House Lefford on Apr 23, 2008 20:04:25 GMT -5
Sandor Stands and spits out a bloody tooth "Thought I had you for a second Westerman, but you fought well." Sandor extends his Hand and smiles at the Lord Sarsfield, reveling one of his front teeth are missing.
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Post by megatron on Apr 23, 2008 20:13:20 GMT -5
As Ser Martyn hit the ground, Dougal dropped the sword and Devon rushed over, both looking to make sure the man wasn't hurt too badly.
Dougal's face flushed a bit. "Sorry about that, Ser... I thought you were ready..."
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Post by Sam on Apr 23, 2008 20:13:56 GMT -5
Ser Mychel Lannister walks up to the tourney field, wearing his white steel armor, and a white cloak hanging off his shoulders. He carried a blunted greatsword in his hand, while the hilt of his true sword poked over his right shoulder. He stood at the edge of the field, watching various pairs of men fighting, waiting for someone to challenge him.
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Post by megatron on Apr 23, 2008 20:18:22 GMT -5
Devon raised an eyebrow, seeing Ser Mychel enter the yard. He knew he'd seen him somewhere, but couldn't place it. "Son, keep an eye on him." He walked over to the white-armored man.
"Greetings, Ser. I get the feeling I've met you before somewhere. Ser Mychel, isn't it?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.