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Post by The Stranger on Jan 13, 2010 15:43:37 GMT -5
"I'd be willing, I'll tie it around your arm, if you'll allow me," she said, "I rather owe you from the rudeness I displayed at the feasting earlier," Becca said.
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Post by Erik on Jan 13, 2010 15:46:07 GMT -5
"Quite all right, my lady, you were still fine company." Mors answers as he guides his horse closer to the viewing stand and holds his right arm out for her.
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 13, 2010 15:47:06 GMT -5
Becca leans forward with the favor in her hand, before reaching out and tapping Mors on the arm with her wooden dagger.
"Gotcha!" She says with a wide smile.
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Post by Erik on Jan 13, 2010 15:50:13 GMT -5
Mors laughs loudly, telling her, "Well fought, Lady Thatcher. But unfortunately my parchment is not with me. You'll get it after the joust. Do I still get the favor, as a consolation prize?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 13, 2010 15:52:35 GMT -5
"Hmmm...." she said, sounding reluctant , "I suppose so." She tied it onto his arm.
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Post by Erik on Jan 13, 2010 16:01:58 GMT -5
"Thank you kindly, and good luck in the rest of the contest!" Mors tells her as he spurs his horse to the lists.
Ser Mors Ladybright: Noteworthy Joust
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 13, 2010 16:04:58 GMT -5
Mors:94 Redfort:166
Redfort rides forward and easily unhorses Mors Ladybright.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jan 13, 2010 18:15:09 GMT -5
Ser Maryn strolled up to Lady Lissette with a jovial stride and a helm nestled under one arm. He had a breezy smile and bowed before her, "My Lady, I am but a small knight, Ser Maryn Drinkwater, but I believe that my skill will be heightened while donning your favour. Would you be kind enough to deign a favour upon me?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 13, 2010 18:21:16 GMT -5
Lady Lisette slides her favor down his spear. "Good luck ser Knight!"
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jan 13, 2010 18:26:33 GMT -5
"Thank you my lady," He bows, "I wish to do you proud.
Ser Maryn challenges the current champion. (Apprentice Spear, Novice Riding)
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Post by The Smith on Jan 13, 2010 18:51:53 GMT -5
Ser Maryn Drinkwater (60) challenges Ser Jon Redfort (100)
First Tilt
MD: 66 vs JR: 190
Lord Jon manages to land a strong blow on Maryn's neck plate, and he falls to the ground. Redfort rides past and slowly raises his lance. Maryn does not move. Eventually some one runs over to him, and cries, "He is dead."
Lord Jon Redfort wins the joust.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jan 13, 2010 19:02:05 GMT -5
Arya sat in shock and finally started crying when they took her friend's lifeless body off the field.
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 13, 2010 19:03:07 GMT -5
Becca put her arm around her friend and guiding her to look away, "Oooh Gods Arya... I am so so sorry."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jan 13, 2010 19:05:18 GMT -5
"Why do I have all the bad luck?" Arya took out a hanky and blew her nose.
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 13, 2010 19:09:00 GMT -5
"I don't know Arya, I'm sorry," Becca sniffles.
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