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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 15, 2015 12:34:25 GMT -5
Where the great tourney will be fought. Two streams meet to form a larger river a few miles from the keep, which is close enough to the actual topography of the battle.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 28, 2015 17:34:01 GMT -5
A sudden illness forces Princess Robyn Stark to withdraw from the tournament. Two days before the great battle the northern withdrawal has left the field smaller than hoped but still potent. Any and all are free to join in!
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Jul 28, 2015 18:41:37 GMT -5
Ser Lyonel Vikary is one of the first to join. While he's unsure of the exact format, he enters hoping to be able ride a horse.
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jul 29, 2015 21:39:51 GMT -5
Maekar arrives and plants his spear in the ground not far from Vikary, he notices his emblem and walks the few steps over,"Ser Lyonel, how fare my kin?"
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Jul 30, 2015 16:09:06 GMT -5
Lyonel turned to observe the man who had approached him before saying. "Ahh, Lord Rasp is it not? My kin fare well."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 30, 2015 18:30:15 GMT -5
Cedric Dayne and dozens of other notable knights are there. The champion of the Order has his tourney great sword across his back. He waves to the weathermen and the reach lord. "Well met!" He said. "Here's to a fine day!"
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Post by Kurts on Jul 30, 2015 19:10:19 GMT -5
Killion took to the field, adorned in his sandwyrm plate, with twin blades in hand. No Ironborn had actually taken part in the Battle of the Trident, but better late than never.
"Hopefully a finer day than your last battle, Cedric." he replied, with no hint of cruelty.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 30, 2015 19:16:42 GMT -5
"Our last battle," he said. "Perhaps today fate will place us both on the same side." He shrugged. "Or perhaps not, and maybe it shall be you and I meeting out there."
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Post by Kurts on Jul 30, 2015 19:45:09 GMT -5
"Fought many since then?" he asked, with a hint of envy. "Aye perhaps we'll be allies this day, though what could hope to triumph against us after the sandwyrm fled in terror?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 30, 2015 19:49:13 GMT -5
"Two," he said. "Conflict is never hard to find if you look for it. Particularly not against the remaining denizens of the Basilisk isles. They make tales of the Ironborn seem like soothing lullabies."
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Post by Kurts on Jul 30, 2015 19:58:58 GMT -5
"We captured a dozen of their ships on the return trip." he shrugged. "They hardly seemed a match then."
"I was sorry to hear of Eliza. She was a...well, not a good woman, but a brave one. Those are far more rare."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 30, 2015 19:59:44 GMT -5
Cedric doesn't answer for a few seconds. "Rarer, now," he said. "Do you know any brave women?"
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Post by Kurts on Jul 30, 2015 20:32:29 GMT -5
"One of the few things the Iron Islands have a surplus of compared to the greenlands." he remarked, with a touch of pride. "How is Reed?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 30, 2015 20:34:29 GMT -5
"She is rather well. Being back on Westeros's soil is doing wonders for her. Those Sothoryos summers are no place for a northwoman," he said. "Or any human, really. I'd say leave it to the forty foot apes and the sand wyrms." He chuckles. "I know little of your islands, I admit. Except the bad things."
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Post by Kurts on Jul 30, 2015 20:46:10 GMT -5
"I'll be sure to visit after this bit of sport. Conversations with her are always enlightening to say the least." he said warmly. "They are cold, damp, stormy, barren, haggard, rocky spits of land waiting to be swallowed by an angry sea. But they are home. A land shapes its people, not the people their land."
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