The Fair

[Imry Willfyre]

Dondarrion began to reply, but Barclay interrupted him, "I'm no axeman but I'll give it a go, ser."

[Sam]

The two men made their way over to the booth where a vendor was offering prizes for the man who could hit a wooden plank with an axe. "I'm not much of one with an axe myself, but celebrations call for games," Ser Mychel said, as they began the game.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

After visiting the Great Sept, Lord Irwyn made his way through the fair accompanied with Ser Baxter and Ser Montague, two of his retainers from Uplands. The smile on his face made him appear much happier then he was the other night.

[Sam]

Ser Mychel laughed at his failure, and passed the boothkeeper a few extra stags for nearly hitting him with an axe. He clapped Barclay on his back, and congratulated him on gaining his prize.

[Imry Willfyre]

"Thank you, ser", Barclay laughed, "I will treasure this trinket til my dying day..."

[Tytos]

Oct 17, 2008 7:31:38 GMT -5 @wookie said:

Lord Wencel stopped his stroll and replied
"Greetings, Lord Tully. My children are certainly very taken with the fair, though I find it a bit raucous for my taste. No doubt you will be kept busy dealing with reports of pickpockets and the like for weeks afterwards" he smiled slightly

Pieter smiled and laughed. "This whole event will garner plenty of complaints. Seven know I'm overworked enough without a tourney." He looked around, noticing the Lord Commander at the Axe Throwing booth.

"How is Dorne, Lord Fowler?" He asked, changing the subject. "I have always wanted to see the red mountains and the sand dunes, but I have never had the chance to go."

[Ollie]

Lord Olander Reed strode down the main pathway through the violently colored tents with his young ward close by. A blonde bearded man with and arrow in one hand an an apple in the other was barking at the throngs of fairgoers passing by. A row of short bows are lined on the counter front, and in the rear of the stall are several, well marred wooden figures studded with enough arrows to put a hedgehog to shame.

"Keen eye! Keen eye! Got to have that keen eye on the prize!" he bellows. "Come one and all and test your keen eye! Yes goodmen and sers! Keen eye! Trey your keen eye here!"

[Horas]

Lucas Blackwood looks at the stall, then turns to Olander, a twinkle in his eye. "Bet I can outshoot you two outta three, Lord Olander."

[Ollie]

"And what are you putting up to bet, Lucas?" he said, arching his brow with a little smirk.

[Horas]

"Well, if I win, you have to tell me what you wouldn't tell me on the ride down to Raventree Hall. Y'know, about the," Lucas looks around, noticing the large crowds, "you know what."

[Ollie]

"And if you lose? The notion of you reciting your herb and venom charts to me while you prepare breakfast sounds enticing. Do we have a deal?"

[Horas]

"I'm not going to lose, Lord Olander. But you've got a deal." Lucas reaches out and shakes the crannoglord's hand, then approaches the archery booth, looking for one of the halfway decent bows.

[Ollie]

Olander took a bow and tossed the blonde beard a pair of silver stags. The man beamed a smile back and handed the two a quiver bristling with arrows. "Aye, you fine gentlemen have the look of a keen eye about you! The winner is the man who can shoot the most apples down from these villainous rogues behind me!"

The man jerks a thumb towards the back of the tent, where a number of wooden targets have been carved, each with an apple placed atop its head. To the discerning onlooker, some of the features painted on the targets have vaguely familiar appearances: a man dressed all in black, a brown-haired man with roses in his hair, a dark skinned woman with a snake around her shoulders, a wicked man with blue lips, and several exotic looking statues dressed in dark armor with green lizards painted on their breasts.

[wookie]

Oct 17, 2008 16:05:59 GMT -5 Tytos said:

Pieter smiled and laughed. "This whole event will garner plenty of complaints. Seven know I'm overworked enough without a tourney." He looked around, noticing the Lord Commander at the Axe Throwing booth.

"How is Dorne, Lord Fowler?" He asked, changing the subject. "I have always wanted to see the red mountains and the sand dunes, but I have never had the chance to go."

"Dorne is well enough, certainly better for the 15 years of peace and all the stronger for it. You are certainly free to come visit us if your duties ever permit it. I am perhaps biased but I feel that the mountains around Skyreach have a rugged beauty about them unmatched in all Westeros and our women likewise" he smiled as he looked across to his wife "Though I am definitely biased when I say that!" he laughed

Wyvar and Wylla snuck off to examine the archery stall whilst their father was talking to Lord Tully
"I bet the northerner wins!" Wyvar exclaimed confidently to his sister. "You would!" Wylla replied as she stuck out her tongue at him "Ever since you snuck a kiss from that mummer's daughter last year you've thought they were great. Oh Wyvar!" she said the last in a falsetto voice and make kissing noises whilst her brother flushed in embarrassment

[Ollie]

"A hard fought contest, Lucas," the Lord Reed said, giving the boy a reassuring pat on the back as his tone turned more sardonic. "I'll be having garlic roasted frog's legs along with my fried egg and mushrooms. I am sure you won't disappoint."

Olander's gaze flickered to the two children who had remarked on their game before the blonde bearded man presented him with a candied apple, speared on a blunted arrow.