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Post by The Flint on May 4, 2011 20:55:47 GMT -5
Flint cocked his head, "I can't say as for that. I should think some will. Neither are really tourney types, if you'll forgive me saying so. But with those prizes... in your generosity, that you offered. Some will come."
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Post by The Smith on May 4, 2011 21:00:15 GMT -5
Breyn nodded, and "That was my hope. I wanted a tournament worthy of his majesty."
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Post by The Flint on May 4, 2011 21:13:15 GMT -5
Flint nodded, "I'm sure the folks won't see it's like for a hundred years," Flint replied, "Given them prizes by yourself and Lannister, I'll be surprised if lancers don't come from the far side of the world to give it a go."
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Post by The Smith on May 4, 2011 21:20:11 GMT -5
Breyn nodded slowly, "It was a pleasure speaking with you Master Flint." He bowed his head, and walked away.
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Post by The Flint on May 4, 2011 21:26:54 GMT -5
They all bowed.
"Alright you two, show 'em how its done," Tormund said, after Royce had departed, as Ramsay and Ryk prepare to spar.
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Post by Tallahar on May 5, 2011 7:58:42 GMT -5
After having an unpleasant day of fighting at his usual haunt Waymar walks back into the Red Keep walking past the Flint men. Nodding to them Waymar slows, "Good Ser's"
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Post by The Flint on May 5, 2011 8:00:50 GMT -5
Ryk and Ramsey were bashing at each other with blunted blades, while Tormund and Lord Wyman looked on.
"No Sers here," Tormund replied, "Just a couple of Northmen. But G'day to you also ser."
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Post by Tallahar on May 5, 2011 8:02:59 GMT -5
Waymar stops, "Well welcome to the capital then it is truly the shit hole you thought it would be." Waymar stops and watches the two other men train.
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Post by The Flint on May 5, 2011 8:04:37 GMT -5
The two young men are no great artists with the sword that much is obvious, but vigor of youth, and violence of action was making up for at least some of that.
"Watch the low thrust," Tormund remarked, to one of them, probably Ramsay.
"You do not favor King's Landing?" asked the older of the two men.
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Post by Tallahar on May 5, 2011 8:07:48 GMT -5
"Hey it's a magical city when your not here. Home of the King, the center of Faith and the most powerful men in the land. But they don't tell you about the smell the thousands of people who look like a strong wind would knock them down." Waymar looks off in to the distance, "I miss the Vale myself. Have you ever traveled to the Vale Master....."
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Post by The Flint on May 5, 2011 8:12:06 GMT -5
"Lord Wyman, of Widow's Watch." Wyman replied. "And I've not."
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Post by Tallahar on May 5, 2011 8:16:17 GMT -5
"I am sorry Milord. You should it is a rare place with a beautiful land that flows down from the mountains to the coast." Looking to the Lord, "Do you not miss the North when your not there."
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Post by The Flint on May 5, 2011 8:20:10 GMT -5
Wyman chuckled, "Sentimental lad aren't you? The North is with me wherever I go, but I don't go often on any account. We're it not for the steep prizes in this here tourney, and the names it's likely to bring, we'd not be here."
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Post by Tallahar on May 5, 2011 8:22:10 GMT -5
Waymar smiled, "A man has to enjoy something in his life. A man must always go were the power is."
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Post by The Flint on May 5, 2011 8:22:46 GMT -5
"Must he?" Wyman replied.
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