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Post by edricdayne on Apr 23, 2008 21:32:30 GMT -5
Ser Martyn sighed, quieting his voice. "Ser Tytos Blackwood of the Kingsguard was killed in sparring with live steel, by a Connington. He fought him three times, beating him the first two and the third the man came back with poison and struck Tytos down after he had already dropped his sword and yielded."
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Post by megatron on Apr 23, 2008 21:34:44 GMT -5
Dougal shook his head. "Why would one do something like that?"
Devon approached just a moment later. "Ah, good to see you're alright, Ser."
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Post by edricdayne on Apr 23, 2008 21:37:57 GMT -5
Ser Martyn shook his head in disgust. "His wife had just died, he had seen horrible things in Dorne, and he got defeated twice. But I still cannot figure out why even then a man would do something like that." He nodded to Devon.
"Yes, I am. A little winded, but I'll survive."
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Post by megatron on Apr 23, 2008 21:55:36 GMT -5
Dougal sighed. "Some people are simply monsters."
Devon raised an eyebrow, not quite sure what to think, having missed most of the conversation. "Well, I wish you the best of luck in the tournament, Ser." He nodded and again wandered off to survey the training yard."
"Truly, that's a horrible thing, Ser. I may see you again in the coming events... in the meantime I wish you luck." Dougal nodded to the man and followed his father.
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Post by megatron on Apr 23, 2008 21:57:25 GMT -5
"Father!" Dougal called out.
Devon turned. "Yes?"
"Why don't we have a go?" Dougal raised the blunted sword.
Devon laughed. "Very well then, why not... for who knows, we may end up facing one another in the melee..."
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Post by megatron on Apr 23, 2008 22:13:59 GMT -5
Dougal sits up, but isn't sure if standing right away is such a good idea. "Damn."
"I taught you how to block that strike, son... You'll need to do better than that in the coming melee." Devon grinned. "Now get up off your arse and let's go have some dinner. We'll patch that up," Devon gestured toward the bleeding cut on the side of Dougal's forehead.
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Post by House Lefford on Apr 23, 2008 22:15:19 GMT -5
"Indeed I am hope to see you on the field, though I don't know which side would be better."
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Post by Tallahar on Apr 23, 2008 22:22:08 GMT -5
Ser William Tyrell turns up with Raider on his heels and Ser Andrew Sloane. Raider sits and watches his master go through simple drills with the Sloane knight.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2008 9:01:26 GMT -5
Ser Ethan Smallwick and Lord Harwin Sarsfield enter to spar.
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Post by Tallahar on Apr 27, 2008 20:17:34 GMT -5
William is in the Training Yard again before the Grand Melee. He is going through simple parry and stab attacks with Lord Bealor Meadows.
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Post by barker520 on Apr 27, 2008 20:24:29 GMT -5
"Want to fight, southern man?" Mag says, holding a blunted axe.
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Post by Tallahar on Apr 27, 2008 20:25:59 GMT -5
William looks over, "Um very well then."
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Post by barker520 on Apr 27, 2008 20:26:24 GMT -5
"Good." Mag crouched into a defensive stance.
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Post by Tallahar on Apr 27, 2008 20:56:04 GMT -5
William offers a hand, "Steel is much better then Stone."
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Post by barker520 on Apr 27, 2008 20:57:36 GMT -5
"We will see in melee," Mag said, frowning. "Old gods who watch us always protect me. Not in these sissy training fights, though. They for southern men."
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Hope you all are well and happy.