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Post by Horas on Oct 8, 2007 20:39:10 GMT -5
The first event of King Callen's Grand Tourney is the archery competition. A number of men and a few women line up to take shots at the target and win the grand prize. There is a booth for lords and ladies to watch the competition, and a larger open area for the smallfolk.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2007 20:41:27 GMT -5
Ser Miles Robey, an archer who demonstrated his skill in previous tourneys, including the Market Square, aims and shoots diligently.
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Post by Horas on Oct 8, 2007 21:04:35 GMT -5
Lord Tristane Ryger accepts his third place prize with dignity, then makes his way over to the two men who outshot him.
"Your aim is admirable," Lord Tristane compliments the young Greyjoy solemnly. "Who taught you to use a bow like that?"
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Post by Erik on Oct 8, 2007 22:37:13 GMT -5
Erik Pyke, along with several other Ironborn, spends the archery competition cheering for Seth, at least while he isn't yelling insults at the others competing. They only get worse as the rounds go on.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Oct 8, 2007 23:56:16 GMT -5
"I seem to have been blessed in the bow abilities." Seth said, smiling. "I barely practiced. But it seems to come fairly easy to me."
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Post by Horas on Oct 9, 2007 0:04:41 GMT -5
Lord Tristane smiles fiercely. With his beak-like nose and weatherbeaten features, Tristane Ryger bears a profound resemblance to an old wild hawk.
"Then you are blessed indeed. I've been practicing for fifty years, and still you bested me!" Ryger lets loose a short bark of laughter. "Well done. Perhaps not all Greyjoys are brutes."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Oct 9, 2007 0:14:35 GMT -5
"No, perhaps not." He smiled. "Fifty years is a long time. I am sorry to have beaten you."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 9, 2007 0:20:44 GMT -5
Lord Danforth Yew runs out onto the grounds clutching his bow tight to his chest. He runs out to Seth and Lord Tristane and says, "I...." deep breath "Have..." Panting in a desperate effort to catch his breath, "Question..." He bends over and puts his hands on his knees and spits into the ground, "For..." Deep breath, pants and bends over, "You...." He breaks into a fit of coughs.
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Post by Horas on Oct 9, 2007 0:25:46 GMT -5
Ryger snorts. "I've had my share of victories. It's probably time to let a young whelp like you take a few."
Lord Tristane smiles. "They say your uncle threw you out of the Iron Islands. Are you serving anyone, Ser?"
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Oct 9, 2007 0:28:07 GMT -5
Seth looked to the man who ran up panting. "What is it, man?"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 9, 2007 0:40:51 GMT -5
Breathing very hard, Lord Yew occasionally pauses to take long deep breaths, he always does this in the same method, three long breaths, three short, and then two more long breaths. "Did I miss the archery contest?"... "I traveled all the way from my retirement manse in the vale."
"I know what you are thinking who would retire to the Vale. With the south wide open, and the land in the Reach is supposedly better any way. But the view of those giant mountians. It makes me feel small and insignificant."
"The mountains remind me of the gods, I mean the seven of course, not the old gods. I never much cared for the old gods. I can not stand trees. That sap it sticks in your beard and gets in there and does not come out. It has been fifteen years since I touched a tree, but I think I still have some sap in there. Do you want to see." He starts poking through his beard looking for some sap.
"But as I was saying the Seven are as big as the Mountians of the Moon. I actually have a theaory about that. I spent the last several years of retirement writing it up. I have two full volumes of it written back in my manse. Well it was actually my second father-in-laws, but I married his only daughter and when she passed he left it to me when he passed. True I had to threaten to go to Lord Royce... it was Lord Royce then not Lord Arryn that did not happen until later. The crazy king chopped off the man's hand and then named him hand. I mean I have seen some weird things in my day, like a purple horse with wings, that couldn't fly, but chopping off a man's hand and then naming him your hand. Is that not the most ridiclous thing you have ever heard?"
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Oct 9, 2007 1:21:03 GMT -5
Seth eyed the man sternly. He then nodded three times and put a hand to his sword. "Where?" He asked.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 9, 2007 1:28:47 GMT -5
"Where did he chop off the hand? Well that is an interesting question. I will be honest I am not sure. I assume immediatly next to the wrist. You get it, it is a little joke. but seriously I do not where that happened. I was in Casterly Rock at the time, it was right before Allard killed his father, and declared himself king."
"You want to know something about Allard, he had the worst breath of any one I have ever met. It smelled like he drank from the chamber pots every morning. He also had shit for brains so that might be true."
"He was not quite as stupid as my sister, she was and empty headed maid. I loved her of course, I mean you have to love your family. Other wise the seven would punish you forever. I always liked the Mother the best. Not my mother, even though I did love her, but the Mother. The god, she always speaks to me. I have always felt the desire to dress more in her spirit."
"Did I tell you my theory about the seven being as big as the mountians of Moons? I have written several volumes on it." Lord Yew smiled.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Oct 9, 2007 1:37:12 GMT -5
Seth scowled. "Why did you come rushing up here, just to say this?." He looked back at the other man, and shrugged.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 9, 2007 1:40:01 GMT -5
"No, I asked if I had missed the Archery Contest. You are the on who wanted to discuss my theories of Diefic Proportion. And no you snap my nose off like a thin twig... that gets snapped off." Yew bristles at the young man.
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Hope you all are well and happy.