Post by The Smith on Aug 24, 2009 16:50:22 GMT -5
Ser Aaron sat astride a black courser, while across the tilt sat his bastard brother, Ser Selwyn Stone, on the back of a second courser. Both men were armored in steel, with heavy shields proclaiming their heraldry, and holding tourney lances. The Aaron and his brothers were staying at Armand’s manner a few miles outside the city, where Eleanor awaited the birth of their second child.
The Queen’s tournament was fast approaching, and Aaron had barely talked his 8-month pregnant wife from competing in the Horse Race as she desired. Today, Aaron and Selwyn had ventured into the capital to practice before the tourney began. They had taken a barge across the river to the Limp, where there was ample space for practice, though many knights were milling about watching each other, all trying to study their opponents in preparation for the fighting.
The Valemen kicked their horses forward at the same moment, and seconds later both were thundering down the tilt towards each other. Ser Aaron saw Selwyn shift in his saddle, to ride forward, and he saw the brother tilt his lance slightly upward. He was going for a head-strike, which was a much harder target to hit than the chest or shield, but when a rider extended his lance to strike his opponents head, it would extend four inches further so a successful strike would throw the other ride off balance before their own lance struck.
Ser Aaron smiled to himself and maintained his own position. When the men were a dozen yards a part, he angled his lance slightly to Selwyn’s left, but then leaned to his own left. The bastard knight’s lance blew by his head and his own lance struck Selwyn square in the breastplate, throwing him bodily out of his saddle and to the ground.
Ser Aaron leapt off his courser’s back and extended a hand to help his brother to his feet. Selwyn had a scowl on his face, but it broke out into a laugh when he remounted his horse. “I’ll have to remember that trick, if I see someone trying to take a headshot on me in the future, little brother,” he said. He retrieved his lance and shield and rode back to the opposite side of the field while Ser Aaron took his own place.
The pair rode against each other a dozen more times, breaking nine lances apiece. Ser Aaron unseated Selwyn five more times, while losing his own seat seven times. They called a halt as the sun began to dip below the horizon, and the brothers bid each other farewell; while Ser Aaron returned to the manor for the night, Selwyn chose to remain in the city later, for the unique King’s Landing nightlife that was a little scarcer in the Vale.
Ser Aaron Royce improves to Expert Lance
Selwyn Stone improves to Master Lance
Selwyn Stone improves to Master Horseman
The Queen’s tournament was fast approaching, and Aaron had barely talked his 8-month pregnant wife from competing in the Horse Race as she desired. Today, Aaron and Selwyn had ventured into the capital to practice before the tourney began. They had taken a barge across the river to the Limp, where there was ample space for practice, though many knights were milling about watching each other, all trying to study their opponents in preparation for the fighting.
The Valemen kicked their horses forward at the same moment, and seconds later both were thundering down the tilt towards each other. Ser Aaron saw Selwyn shift in his saddle, to ride forward, and he saw the brother tilt his lance slightly upward. He was going for a head-strike, which was a much harder target to hit than the chest or shield, but when a rider extended his lance to strike his opponents head, it would extend four inches further so a successful strike would throw the other ride off balance before their own lance struck.
Ser Aaron smiled to himself and maintained his own position. When the men were a dozen yards a part, he angled his lance slightly to Selwyn’s left, but then leaned to his own left. The bastard knight’s lance blew by his head and his own lance struck Selwyn square in the breastplate, throwing him bodily out of his saddle and to the ground.
Ser Aaron leapt off his courser’s back and extended a hand to help his brother to his feet. Selwyn had a scowl on his face, but it broke out into a laugh when he remounted his horse. “I’ll have to remember that trick, if I see someone trying to take a headshot on me in the future, little brother,” he said. He retrieved his lance and shield and rode back to the opposite side of the field while Ser Aaron took his own place.
The pair rode against each other a dozen more times, breaking nine lances apiece. Ser Aaron unseated Selwyn five more times, while losing his own seat seven times. They called a halt as the sun began to dip below the horizon, and the brothers bid each other farewell; while Ser Aaron returned to the manor for the night, Selwyn chose to remain in the city later, for the unique King’s Landing nightlife that was a little scarcer in the Vale.
Ser Aaron Royce improves to Expert Lance
Selwyn Stone improves to Master Lance
Selwyn Stone improves to Master Horseman
Hope you all are well and happy.