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Post by The Smith on May 16, 2011 21:23:43 GMT -5
A large area roped off for the melee. Men begin to assemble in the arena.
The Royce men, and liege men begin to gather around Lord Rhodri Royce the Red Spear. With about twenty men.
At the same time the Lannister men begin to assemble around Tomas Clegage, the Wild Dog. With about twenty five men.
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Post by The Flint on May 16, 2011 21:27:56 GMT -5
Tormund, Alfyn, Ramsay and Ryk took the field and surveyed the assembling men. The appearance of the Lannister and Royce men suggested to Tormund immediately that this was to be a bloody hell of a melee. All melees were mere simulated battles, but some were more battle then others. This would be one of those.
Tormund hefted his sword, and raised his shield. Alfyn did the same. Ramsay was checking the straps on his forearm guards, before resting his axe on his shoulder. Ryk swung the heavy steel ball of his flail about in a lazy arch. They waited on what was to begin.
"Bolton! Dustin!" Tormund yelled across the field, at the two Northmen, "take a side with us?" he asked.
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Post by House Dustin on May 16, 2011 21:42:46 GMT -5
Hallis shouted back, "For the North!" and he and Daryn and Bowen Dustin joined the Flints. Hallis and Daryn carried sword and shield, while Bowen had a greatsword with a small buckler strapped to his wrist. All three wore the yellow of House Dustin, even if none of them were carrying rusted battleaxes.
Hallis greeted the Flints warmly. Bowen was practically slathering with anticipation.
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Post by Tallahar on May 16, 2011 21:57:53 GMT -5
Lord Alaric and his men moved closer to the group of Valemen. Alaric walks close to Lord Breyn and Rhodri themselves, "Fine day I think for a few heads to be bashed in."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 17, 2011 10:58:38 GMT -5
Ser Ronald Norcross arrives. His eyes widen as he sees the distinctly separate factions forming up. Large factions of serious men.
Feeling temporarily outnumbered, he paces about slowly, awaiting the arrival of the Redwyne contingent. He looks at the other assembled combatants, weighing up his options with regards targets or making common cause.
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Post by Flex on May 17, 2011 11:05:26 GMT -5
"Bolton! Dustin!" Tormund yelled across the field, at the two Northmen, "take a side with us?" he asked. Brandon and Benjen move over to the other Northmen. "Ready to give them a thumping?" Brandon asked with a grin, hefting his large hammer in one hand. Benjen, looking much like a wolf, stood silently beside him. |
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Post by The Flint on May 17, 2011 11:16:46 GMT -5
"I don't much care for the numbers, but at least Vale and West are likely to be preoccupied," Tormund said.
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Post by Sam on May 17, 2011 11:20:37 GMT -5
Ser Gruffydd Harlaw stood alone to one side of the Melee Field, kneeling in prayer with his sword point-down in the ground before him. He'd arrived early, to test the conditions of the field and watch his competition arrive, and if he was at all unnerved by the arrival of several large groups of men who would obviously be fighting together, it did not show. The lone Ironman stood, keenly inspecting his sword, and he turned his inscrutable gaze to the pulpit from which the King and his Council would be watching.
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Post by House Celtigar on May 17, 2011 11:26:46 GMT -5
Ser Other Crabb jabbed Ser Jon Celtigar in the ribs and chortled "Looks like this'll be one hell of a scrap. Hope you don't get your head bashed in, Jonny-boy!" he guffawed as he started working his shoulders loose and eyeing up the other combatants. "I bet you 10 stags that prissy Royce boy gets put on his arse by Clegane. He has an evil look about him this morning. Hope I manage to catch him in the back before he realises who it was" he bursts into laughter.
Jon remains silent beside him, always watching the others with his knuckles white on his sword hilt. Whether through rage, fear or some other emotion it is hard to say
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Post by House Frey on May 17, 2011 12:34:37 GMT -5
Ser Garlan adjusts his halfplate armor precicely. "We will stay as a unit," he said to his comrades.
Keith and Samuel stop their small talk to listen, and Harys turns away from watching the two large groups of men.
"Keep an eye out for eachother. We will avoid engaging the two larger forces until they've sufficiently bloodied eachother. Defend the ground where you stand and don't look for any fights less we find a straggler. We will beat them while theyre bloodied," he grinned.
Harys nodded, while Keith and Sam simply listened, memorizing their orders.
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Post by Horas on May 17, 2011 15:53:06 GMT -5
Ser Ranulf Redwyne's expensive armor glints in the sun. He holds his helm in one hand and a wineskin in the other, looking well at ease. He spots a Reachman standing alone and waves him over.
Ser Ryon Redwyne looks as though he has been coerced into joining the event and is now regretting it.
Ser Mandon Stonecrab bangs his mace against his shield, a small smile of anticipation on his face.
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Post by House Dustin on May 17, 2011 16:50:00 GMT -5
Hallis saw Ser Gruffyd kneeling at the side of the field and recognized him for an Ironman. He called out to him, "Man of Iron! Join we Northmen as our lords have joined their houses in marriage!"
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Post by Fel on May 17, 2011 17:44:00 GMT -5
The five Dornish champions will side with the Lannister group.
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Post by Sam on May 17, 2011 17:45:46 GMT -5
Gruffydd nodded slowly. "As you say, Northman, I shall fight with you."
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Post by The Smith on May 18, 2011 17:08:06 GMT -5
The Whistle blows, and the Melee begins.
The Lannister men immediately form into a line, and the Dornish warriors slip easily into their formation. Tomas screams at them, and cuts down two Riverlanders who wandered too close to his blade. Kennos Keath stands in the front silently, and Ser Allard Lannister looks ready to charge.
The Royce's men fall into formation as well. With the men with large shields in front, and two rows behind them of men with spears, or polearms. As soon as they are ready, they are charging across the field at the Westermen.
The Northmen, and Iron Islanders fight together as well against the odd knights not teamed with any of the large groups.
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Hope you all are well and happy.