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Post by Horas on Oct 20, 2008 21:31:37 GMT -5
The joust is traditionally the most popular event, and hundreds, noble and commonborn alike, have shown up to watch and cheer on their favorites. The various knights, brightly clad in their heraldry, prepare for their jousts.
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Post by Ollie on Oct 20, 2008 21:59:37 GMT -5
Ser Dunnock hobbles over towards his sworn lord's tent, watching as Ser Daeron and Lord Terrence don their armor.
"Whew! Did y'see this poor ol' sparrow get walloped a good 'un? Almost 'ad the snake, too!"
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Post by Tytos on Oct 20, 2008 22:08:54 GMT -5
Ser Vayon Rivers tries his best to hold up against the Dornishman, but is knocked from the saddle in the fourth tilt. He gives his fellow Riverlanders support in their matches, and frowns when Daeron gets whopped by the Legendary jouster.
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Post by Horas on Oct 20, 2008 22:09:21 GMT -5
"It was close," Daeron begins, but he is interrupted by the herald calling out his name. Daeron slams his visor down, mounts his horse, and rides out.
"You did well, Ser Dunnock," Terrence acknowledges as his squire buckles the last few straps on his armor. "I will feel lucky if I manage a win against mine own opponent. They say Ser Charles is one of the best."
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Post by Tallahar on Oct 20, 2008 22:12:50 GMT -5
William is shocked when he finds out that he has broken his cousin arm. As Barristan and himself help Craych from the field William looks down, "Don't worry Cousin I shall win this joust for you."
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Post by Ollie on Oct 20, 2008 22:15:21 GMT -5
"Thank'ee milord. T'werent much I could do 'gainst that viper's tongue. Took quick fer me, I 'spose, but lemmie tell ye. Ten, fifteen years ago, coulda smote 'em back to the sandy hills 'o Dorne, I coulda."
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Post by Tytos on Oct 20, 2008 22:18:36 GMT -5
Vayon cheers loudly when Lord Blackwood wins the tilt, more glory for the Riverlands he thinks.
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Post by Horas on Oct 20, 2008 22:21:31 GMT -5
Even Terrence appears surprised by his win, but he handles his unexpected victory gracefully, riding past the commons and waving once, then retiring back to his pavillion.
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Post by Ollie on Oct 20, 2008 22:24:57 GMT -5
Ser Dunnock roars himself hoarse as the legendary knight crumples underneath Lord Terrence's lance.
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Post by Ollie on Oct 20, 2008 22:32:57 GMT -5
The masked crannogman allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, and dipped a small bow of respect. "More well rode on your part, I'd think," he said through the grate.
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Post by Ollie on Oct 20, 2008 23:01:43 GMT -5
"The herald was right," he quipped, lifting his visor to reveal a scraggly head of mud-black hair and light beard. "And he named you a Royce. I suppose if I'm bested by anyone, it might as well be a man who keeps the Old Gods. No shame in that, eh?" Olivan continued, cracking a grin.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Oct 20, 2008 23:04:51 GMT -5
Ser Galahad returned to the stands just long enough to see the Lord Blackwood unhorse one of the better jousters in the tournament. 'Well done,' he thought, impressed. 'Even the best must fall sometimes. I wonder how skilled this Lord Terrence is, to perform so well...'
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Oct 20, 2008 23:07:56 GMT -5
Ser Galahad chuckles aloud. 'The old fool,' he thinks, fondly. 'Still he fights on like the lion he is.'
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Oct 20, 2008 23:23:49 GMT -5
Ser Galahad goes to station himself by the other contestants, finding himself next to a man wearing Royce colors. "Hail," he says softly, as the two near.
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Post by Ollie on Oct 20, 2008 23:30:28 GMT -5
"You'll find me, I'm sure. If not here, then at the Reed Residence," he said with a chuckle, saluting the valeman in good luck.
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Hope you all are well and happy.