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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jan 13, 2010 19:10:11 GMT -5
"Do you know if Prince Daeron is alright?" She was shocked to see him hurt too.
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 14, 2010 10:12:39 GMT -5
Becca nods, "I heard the maesters say that he would live, but he has lost his eye! How ghastly! But at least alive."
Ser Rickon Ball approaches the the Ladies area.
"Lady Calla, will you allow me to redeem your brother, and restore the Championship to its rightful place in the Mander?"
Calla giggles and nods.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jan 14, 2010 10:16:43 GMT -5
"I hope he's alright, he won't look as handsome anymore. A lot has happened to him recently too. What a poor fellow."
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 14, 2010 10:23:07 GMT -5
"Oh, I don't know, perhaps the eye-patch will make him look sexy and dangerous. It will make him look much more mature and less boyish I think. As long as he doesn't get one of those detestable glass eyes like Lord Trant. They are simply creepy," Becca asserts with finality.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jan 14, 2010 10:34:06 GMT -5
"I don't know. I'm not sure if I like scars and eye patches. Maybe he'll be more for you then. Lord Trant always did look scary, maybe it was because of his reputation too." Her eyes were bleary and she wiped them with a hankey.
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 14, 2010 10:58:26 GMT -5
Becca laughed, "Ah, unfortunately he's a married man," She giggled, "anyway, he must'nt hear you say you are scared of his new appearance, even if you are. It will hurt his feelings."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jan 14, 2010 11:01:38 GMT -5
"I wouldn't say that to him unless he said something bad about me. He hasn't said anything like that right? He spends more time with you than me anyway. You care for him more than I do."
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 14, 2010 11:05:18 GMT -5
"Well, Daeron and I have similar senses of humor, that's all," Becca said, "But no, he adores you as far as I know. I've heard nothing but nice things about you from him."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jan 14, 2010 11:09:57 GMT -5
"Okay. He did give me those dresses, that was real nice of him. But we mustn'y speak of him anymore, Milo is probably listening and will try to construe this conversation in the wrong way. I would like agood man to win the joust."
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 14, 2010 11:11:44 GMT -5
"Milo Bettley is a filthy little pervert, and I've told him I thought so on more than one occasion," Becca replied, "But yes, I hope so too. Do you have a favorite Arya?"
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jan 14, 2010 11:13:40 GMT -5
"Well I suppose if Aidan can compete again I'd give him a favour to try, Ser Aerion perhaps, or the Harding knight if he has heart to compete again. I'm not so sure of the rules, Ser Aidan gave me back my favour, I suppose he was being nice."
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 14, 2010 11:22:16 GMT -5
"Ah.. indeed. Well I suppose I should root against you, since I gave Redfort his favor shouldn't I?" Becca grinned.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jan 14, 2010 11:31:08 GMT -5
"I don't think I'd win in any case, so you can if you wish. I don't like that Lord at all."
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 14, 2010 11:37:45 GMT -5
"You don't like Lord Redfort?" Becca said, raising her eyebrow, "really?"
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Post by The Smith on Jan 14, 2010 12:05:28 GMT -5
Lord Rickon Ball (100) challenges Lord Jon Redfort (100)
First Tilt
RB: 180 vs JR: 141 (Medium Hit)
Ball proves to be as good as remembered. His lance almost takes Redfort on the first pass.
Second Tilt
RB: 113 vs JR: 124 (Minor Hit)
Redfort attempts to regain momentum, but just lands a light hit on Ball.
Third Tilt
RB: 133 vs JR: 163 (Medium Hit)
Redfort's third pass is much better, and almost takes the large mandermen from his horse. Ball screams in anger.
Fourth Tilt
RB: 170 vs JR: 190 (Minor Hit)
Redfort again lands a light blow on Ball.
Fifth Tilt
RB: 110 vs JR: 126 (Minor Hit)
Rickon Ball is knocked off by a decidedly weak looking hit, but he tumbles to the ground annoyed. His curses can be heard for miles.
Lord Jon Redfort wins.
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