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Post by Horas on Oct 22, 2008 20:32:24 GMT -5
Ser Daeron Blackwood also wanders the fairgrounds, watching the constant stream of knights and lords with interest.
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Post by House Lefford on Oct 22, 2008 20:39:32 GMT -5
Lord Chester crashes in to the riverlands knight "Watch where you are walking you cretin you almost spilled my wine and its probably worth more then your hide."
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Post by Horas on Oct 22, 2008 20:48:50 GMT -5
Daeron stares at the old man, his lip turning up in disgust. "Who the fuck are you?"
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Post by House Lefford on Oct 22, 2008 20:54:18 GMT -5
"Who the fuck am I! Who the Fuck am I! I am LORD Chester Dunn, and who the fuck are you little snot." Yelled the Lord Dunn his face turning redder and redder with anger and drink.
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Post by Horas on Oct 22, 2008 21:05:05 GMT -5
Daeron responds with his fists, aiming a hefty left hook at Lord Chester Dunn.
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Post by Tallahar on Oct 22, 2008 21:18:31 GMT -5
William also appeared with Bealor and Tallahar. When he saw a man in the colours of house Dunn about to hit a Blackwood William approached, "Stop this foolishness at once."
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Post by House Lefford on Oct 22, 2008 21:20:38 GMT -5
Chester tried to dodge the punch but age and the wine made him slow and the punch crashed in to jaw, but he countered with a swing to the riverlanders ribs.
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Post by Horas on Oct 22, 2008 21:39:14 GMT -5
A sharp crack accompanies Daeron's punch, and the Manderman falls to the dirt, his jaw broken. No sooner is Chester down, however, than Daeron runs over and wraps his foster brother Brynden in a bear hug.
"Don't die?" Daeron shouts increduously, "Just because I didn't win the gods-damned tourney doesn't mean I'm made out of glass!"
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Post by Tallahar on Oct 22, 2008 21:41:23 GMT -5
William went pass the hugging Daeron and Brynden to the old man. William with Bealor, Tallahar, Mandorin and Cregan all left the old man and help carry him away.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Oct 24, 2008 14:58:45 GMT -5
Having watched the the tournament for long enough, Marwin walks long past the stalls of merchants selling wine and food and small trinkets. Stopping at a booth every now and then to look over the wares, he continues on, taking not of those around him, looking for a familiar face in the crowd.
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Post by Tallahar on Oct 24, 2008 15:09:57 GMT -5
He comes across Lord Dawnrose with his two sons and nephew helping move an old man who is knocked out.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Oct 24, 2008 15:15:36 GMT -5
Marwin sees the men helping the old man and moves in their direction. "Lord Dawnrose, may I be of assistance? It seems you have you arms full with this poor fellow."
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Post by Horas on Oct 24, 2008 15:20:40 GMT -5
"You beat him up good," Brynden chuckled, returning the bear hug in full measure. "Perhaps I needn't have feared after all; you certainly seem to survive all of your fights. What did this one do, then?" "Just a lord too puffed up for his own good," Daeron smiles. "I hope you're not following his example down in Duskendale."
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Post by Tallahar on Oct 24, 2008 15:21:45 GMT -5
William nods, "Thanks Coz. Just grab the guys legs. Well try to get him back to the Rose Manor."
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Oct 24, 2008 15:30:43 GMT -5
Marwin moves over and grabs the mans legs, following his cousins lead back to the Rose Manor.
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