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Post by Horas on Oct 20, 2008 23:37:56 GMT -5
Lord Terrence Blackwood and Ser Robb Mallister ready themselves for their next jousts. Lord Terrence's cloak of raven feathers drapes over his horses hindquarters, and Ser Robb looks resplendent in the indigo of his house.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Oct 21, 2008 0:16:30 GMT -5
Ser Galahad rises from his fall, removing his helm. Respectively, he tips his head towards the victor of the match, favoring him a small smile. He then leads his horse off the field.
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Post by Horas on Oct 21, 2008 0:32:45 GMT -5
Ser Robb dips his lance in salute to Ser Galahad, then rides back to his pavillion.
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Post by House Lefford on Oct 21, 2008 1:52:55 GMT -5
Lord Craych Tyrell sits in the Lords seating area watching the lists with his arm wrapped in a splint, he is still a little out of it on milk of the poppy though.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 21, 2008 8:09:34 GMT -5
Lord Justin Hightower and his entourage sits in the corner of the seats observing the competition with no traces of amusement. He claps politely when the Blackwood unseats his opponent, but otherwise remains as straight and silent as the Hightower.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 21, 2008 8:16:14 GMT -5
Loren Irwyn, seems to be in a foul mood as he sits near the Lord Hightower with his two retainers. He hadn't said a word to anyone since visiting the fair the other day. He seems bored and distracted.
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Post by Lord Rupert Trant on Oct 21, 2008 9:08:34 GMT -5
Rupert practically skipped over to Gabriel as he won his second tilt. The youth seemed nonplussed however, as the young lord arrived.
"I had thought our hopes dashed when I lost so undramatically, but it appears there's a chance for us yet!" Rupert exclaimed, helping his younger brother from his horse. Gabriel said nothing still, and slumped down from the height of his mount.
"Well?" Said Rupert, his patience straining with his sibling's silence. "I suppose I can only really say good luck, and continue to do what you're doing."
Gabriel nodded, and slid his helm up. "I'm doing it for father, and so that I might depose you." He dropped the faceguard and clomped away, rotating his wrist in preparation for the next tilt.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 21, 2008 10:42:24 GMT -5
Hightower looked at Loren, "Something in particular have you in a foul mood Lord Irwyn?" He asked softly.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 21, 2008 10:48:26 GMT -5
"I bumped into Lord Fowler at the fair. . . while an accidental meeting, the man proved aggressive and pig headed, and if his natural tendency towards Dornish Nationalism had been uncovered I think the Crown should have disinherited him as well," Loren growled softly.
"I tried to remain amiable mi lord, as the Lord Commander and Master of Laws can attest, but if his behavior is so sullen in polite conversation, I can only wonder his thoughts behind closed doors."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 21, 2008 10:52:54 GMT -5
"In other words he proved Dornish. Small surprise there. They slither over the mountains and raid our lands for the past fifteen years, as if it were the days before Dorne was brought into the Kingdoms. Meaning the first time, not the second or third times that piece of work has had to be redone."
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Post by Sam on Oct 21, 2008 10:57:48 GMT -5
"What can the Lord Commander attest to?" Ser Mychel said amiably, overhearing his name spoken as he walked by. He was still trying to brush the dust off of his whites from his defeat at the joust. He absently massaged his left shoulder, which ached from the strike he had taken to unhorse him. His age was making itself more and more obvious, these days, much to Mychel's discomfort.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 21, 2008 11:00:21 GMT -5
Justin made a gesture, and the men surrounding their Lord parted ways, and allowed Ser Mychel a route up to sit nearby Lord Irwyn and himself.
"My lord of Uplands, was telling me of an unfortunate run in with the Lord of Skyreach, and said you did a part to insure it did not move from words to blows. Does my good Lord Loren have cause to feel offended?"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 21, 2008 11:03:41 GMT -5
"Awww, well I had mentioned your name to account for my good behavior with Lord Fowler. . . Lord Commander," Loren being taken a bit that he should happend by, "though it makes me feel now like a child trying to take credit for doing what is required while taking lessons from Maester Alesander in the Hightower."
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Post by Sam on Oct 21, 2008 11:16:01 GMT -5
Ser Mychel chuckled slightly. "Fowler is a fool. Everyone in that blasted desert laments their fate as the victims of Westeros, and yet they cannot stop starting fights to save their lives. I fought under your father at Hellholt, Lord Irwyn, and I have often wondered since then if his compassion for the people he conquered was not a futile and foolish venture," the Lord Commander said, taking the seat that Lord Hightower had offered. He sighed audibly when he sat down. "Sometimes I wonder if I am not too old to take part in such games as these," he said, changing the subject with a gesture at the tourney field, where his brother Ser Betram was facing off against a young valeman.
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Post by wookie on Oct 21, 2008 11:16:59 GMT -5
As far from the mandermen and far reach contingent as possible, Lord Wencel sits with his son and politely watches the event unfold. He is unsurprised by his man's loss to the Kingsguard but congratulates him as he joins them from the field "An unfortunate draw, Robb. You were doubly unfortunate when he stayed astride his mount after that first pass. I thought you had him"
"As did I" Robb grunted in response as he took a seat behind Lord Fowler. "Eyron did well against the riverlander though. I didn't think he knew which end of the lance to hold!" he said with a smile
"Yes, perhaps he is wasted in his..." Wencel frowned as a different Kingsguard accidently kills a valeman "A bad omen" he muttered
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Hope you all are well and happy.