A farm outside of King's Landing

[Erik]

Ser Jon waits until most of the others have grabbed their animals before finding a goat for himself, reasoning that if the others are busy with their own goats, they won't be able to bother with his.

[Quenton Baratheon]

Eventually the Turnberry knight catches his prey - a very thin stumbling pig that would appear to have only been born with three legs. Smiling, he runs off back to Trant with the animal squealing manically under his arm.

[Lord Lester Merryweather]

Ser Lyn grabs himself a pig and runs as fast as he can back to Trant "Gods, this is dumb." he thought as he ran

OOC: I was away and didn't see this thread... Also, I applied Lyn to the white team later.

[Fel]

Petyr jumps and tackles a pig, wrestling in the mud with it as it flailed and squeeled. Finally he wrapped his arms around its belly and pull the animal into the air, its legs kicking madly. He ran as fast as he could back to Trant, weary of the other men who seemed to be becoming violent.

[Tallahar]

Callen had to dive to grab his small kid but he got and turned and started to run back to the Lord Commander.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Ser Beniford Stone struggles a bit with the young goat but eventually returns to Trant.

[The Flint]

Templeton approaches the half-giant and without warning wallops him hard across the back of the head with a blunted tourney sword.
(ooc: Combat if necessary, otherwise Templeton will just grab the billy goat from a passed out competitor).

[Horas]

Once the furor has died down Rodrick speaks again, his booming voice carrying across the barnyard.

"My Kingsguard must be able to protect me as well as kill my enemies," the king begins. "From now on, you are to treat your goat's life as if it was my own. If your goat dies under any circumstances, you will be eliminated from the competition. Hire guards for it, hide it, sleep beside it with your sword in your hand... I don't care, so long as it doesn't die. My men will post a list of the events later today. Have fun."

He grins, then wheels his horse and rides off.

[Fel]

Before the king had finished speaking Ser Petyr had already begun sprinting away from the group of hopefuls before they could turn on each other. He shifted the pig's weight into his left arm as he ran and pulled out his sword, to fend off any body who tried to get smart.

[The Flint]

The goat under his arms bleated loudly while Templeton just shook his head.

"This is bloody embarrassing."

[Quenton Baratheon]

Jeffry looked at the sickly looking three legged pig in his arms balefully. He chastised himself for not seeing the point of this exercise from the beginning. He just hoped the animal didn't die of natural causes before he even got the chance to defend it.