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Post by Sam on Apr 23, 2008 20:21:33 GMT -5
A man wearing Lannister crimson approached Ser Mychel. "Aye, Ser, I am Ser Mychel Lannister. I can see by your shield that you and I share a name, if not a House. What is your name, Ser?"
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Post by megatron on Apr 23, 2008 20:24:48 GMT -5
"Ser Devon, of Broken Hill. I once taught arms and tactics at Casterly Rock. Would you care for a spar? I'd like to try my hand against a knight of the Kingsguard."
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Post by Sam on Apr 23, 2008 20:27:30 GMT -5
Ser Mychel laughed. "That's something more we share, I was the master-at-arms for three Lords of Faircastle, until I donned this cloak. I can readily admit that I am by no means the best of my Sworn Brothers, so I will be glad for the practice, Ser."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 23, 2008 20:32:03 GMT -5
Evander Storm rose again, looking for someone to spar with.
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Post by megatron on Apr 23, 2008 20:38:35 GMT -5
Devon set aside the sword and offered his hand to Ser Mychel. "Well fought, Ser."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 23, 2008 20:43:02 GMT -5
Evander saw Devon win the match and offered him a friendly duel.
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Post by megatron on Apr 23, 2008 20:45:22 GMT -5
Devon nodded, taking up his sword once again. "Very well, it seems I'll get much practice today."
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Post by megatron on Apr 23, 2008 20:59:29 GMT -5
Ser Devon helps the man up and shakes his hand firmly. "Well fought, Ser. I didn't catch your name..."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 23, 2008 21:06:46 GMT -5
"Evander Storm", the bastard says as he takes the man's hand and rises from the ground. "Well fought."
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Post by quakeii on Apr 23, 2008 21:11:50 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. Harwin laughs and shakes the mans had fiercely. "You almost did, I hope you won't miss those though." He gestures to Sandor's broken teeth. "Are you joining the melee in the tourney?"
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Post by edricdayne on Apr 23, 2008 21:18:47 GMT -5
Ser Martyn sighs as he gets knocked hard on his arse, and stands up holding his head. "It's alright, Ser, I just need more training." He said, shaking his head.
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Post by megatron on Apr 23, 2008 21:23:52 GMT -5
Ser Dougal helps the man up, and shakes his head, "That could be said for all of us, Ser. I'm just glad you're not hurt."
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Post by edricdayne on Apr 23, 2008 21:26:41 GMT -5
Ser Martyn laughs morbidly, shaking his head. "Fuck, after Tytos I'd say if I died sparring too people would stop doing it altogether."
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Post by megatron on Apr 23, 2008 21:27:55 GMT -5
Dougal raises an eyebrow. "Tytos? I'm afraid I haven't heard the name."
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Post by megatron on Apr 23, 2008 21:32:17 GMT -5
"Evander Storm", the bastard says as he takes the man's hand and rises from the ground. "Well fought." Ser Devon nods. "Hope to see you in the coming Melee. Should be a great event. With your pardon, I must check on my son... he laid out a fellow fairly hard and I should go and make certain that the man is unhurt."
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