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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 28, 2009 14:16:46 GMT -5
For those restless to fight again.
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Post by Borcas Redwyne on May 29, 2009 4:59:47 GMT -5
All the Dothrakis, including the Westerosi one, visit regularly the site. Who will be prone to test his skill against Iggo, Jhaqo, or Moro? Or even Borcas himself? Ser Aethan Hill also attends the event.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 29, 2009 5:03:42 GMT -5
Lord Tully visits the training yard more often then most, constanly training with sword and lance. He is always accompanied by the few men that remain to him, Ser James and Cleos. All train in a tight group, keeping mostly to themselves.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 29, 2009 5:11:31 GMT -5
Ser Vincent Darry hears that the Dothraki scum are spoiling for a fight, and gets there as soon as he can.
"Which one o' you horse-fuckers is gonna take a beating first then?" he calls out on entering 'the yard'. He doesn't carry a weapon so it would appear he is looking for a fist-fight.
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Post by Borcas Redwyne on May 29, 2009 5:54:01 GMT -5
Ser Aethan steps forward.
"I am, though you will be the one taking the beating," he said with a wicked smile.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 29, 2009 7:22:21 GMT -5
Darry cracks his knuckles, sizing up his opponent for a moment.
"Alright then. But one of those Dothraki shit-stabbers is getting it afterwards."
He casts off his cloak, exposing himself somewhat to the frigid environment.
"Come at me then," he goads, "and make it quick."
He raises his fists.
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Post by Flex on May 30, 2009 8:33:57 GMT -5
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Ser Euric Dayne enters the 'training yard', looking around for anyone to test his mettle against. The battle had not been that distant but Euric was a firm believer that one should never stop practicing.
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on May 30, 2009 8:58:33 GMT -5
A stocky man in a black and purple surcoat ambles in, looking about in an annoyed manner. A sword dangles carelessly to his side, and he eyes the men fighting with detachment. He chuckles at the armorless Dothraki, wondering how any who fought so silly could ever survive. Crooked swords and crooked teeth, a perfect combination.
After a few moments, he nods to the Dornishman. "Fine day for a stroll."
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Post by Flex on May 30, 2009 9:00:08 GMT -5
"It certainly is." Euric replied, eying the man queerly for a moment. "You'd think this last battle was preparation for what will happen when we go back south but it seems men simply cannot keep their blades sheathed."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on May 30, 2009 9:03:58 GMT -5
Dyther looks down. "It appears I can. I could use some women to sheath my blade in." He recognizes the Sword of the Morning, of course; the current army had fewer men in it than his lord grandfather could have called up alone not four years past. "With the Dead God put back in his moldy grave, I can't see those cultists puttin' up much of a fight. Steel speaks stronger than gods, it seems."
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Post by Flex on May 30, 2009 9:06:50 GMT -5
"I don't expect it to be that easy. This rabble that remains could possibly be called the most experienced and veteran army, but it will not be easy taking Westeros back with it." He stares towards the south and frowns. "The dragons are injured as well."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on May 30, 2009 9:19:07 GMT -5
"Well, the icicles are all melted, so I guess we'll just have to do it the old fashioned way." He frowns. "Should put the beasts out of their misery."
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Post by Flex on May 30, 2009 9:33:41 GMT -5
"I doubt we stand a big chance without the beasts." Euric replied with a smile. "And I doubt the Queen and her family will think it a good idea to rid them of the only thing they have that is keeping them in the position of leaders. Fire and Blood.. can't have that without dragons."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on May 30, 2009 9:36:56 GMT -5
Nine Lives shrugged. "Queen Rhae...Ray....whatever should rely on ability and wisdom to rule, not mindless lizards. I suppose accepting our king's bending to women is easier on you Dornish." He certainly had little enough intention of bending to some woman, lizards or no.
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Post by Flex on May 30, 2009 9:40:13 GMT -5
A note of anger entered Euric's voice. "I have known Queen Rhaenys for most of my life, growing up with her and her family in Sothorys. Saella was an able leader and has taught her children much; two days ago Rhaenys lost her mother, taking up her crown as heir true born heir. Do you think that is easy?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5