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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 3, 2015 19:54:00 GMT -5
With peace treaties worked out and much decent work done, even with the oddities the festival is mostly a success. The final party is thrown in the third week of September. All the spare booze and food and entertainment is being used up, so it could go on for QUITE a while.
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Post by Marlow on Aug 3, 2015 21:21:58 GMT -5
Harwyn and crew arrive in good spirits surprisingly early to the festivities, a number of hoofprints now just bruises across his body. When their claim is laid, nearly two dozen ales and enough food to feed the city of Braavos is spread across his table.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 3, 2015 21:25:32 GMT -5
Clarence sits next to him. "You look like shit!" He says with a florin."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Aug 3, 2015 21:25:41 GMT -5
Quentyn, still aching from the miniature Trident, approached Harwyn, his crew following behind.
"Well, we did our best, eh? Least I can say that only two men can beat me, and one got lucky."
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Post by Marlow on Aug 3, 2015 21:31:09 GMT -5
Harwyn grins at both of them, rubbing his chin as he nods to Clarence, where a particularly rude looking bruise was present. "You reminded me why we don't ride horses." He grins wider at Quentyn's statement, looking to Clarence again. "I'd say he got lucky, but he might do it again. The overall outcome doesn't surprise me, though. Their side had more Ironborn, even if I did beat Killion."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 3, 2015 21:31:49 GMT -5
Mention grinned. "Three, unless you care to contest the claim," he said I his low voice. "But it was a fun tourney. Better than jousts."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Aug 3, 2015 21:36:29 GMT -5
Quentyn sat down rather slowly, wincing a bit and holding his hip. "Jousting's not so bad to watch. Better than most of the shit Greenlanders have come up with."
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Post by Marlow on Aug 3, 2015 21:44:34 GMT -5
As Harwyn watched Quentyn sit down, he clapped him on the back, grinning even wider. "Jousting is entertaining enough, and Lyonel's men certainly had an impact in the battle, so they must know what they're doing. Not a sight I want to be on the other side of."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Aug 3, 2015 21:50:45 GMT -5
Quentyn flinched at the clap on the back, but composed himself quickly. "Speaking of Lyonel, does he look familiar to you? I swear I've seen him before."
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Post by Marlow on Aug 3, 2015 22:11:11 GMT -5
Harwyn stares at Quentyn for a few moments before responding. "Nope, doesn't look familiar to me. Most greenlanders look the same though, all pretty hair, girlish curves and shiny armor."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Aug 3, 2015 22:17:40 GMT -5
Quentyn shrugs. "I was thinking he looked like one of us. But I could well be wrong. My skull's still ringing after the last couple events."
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Post by Marlow on Aug 3, 2015 22:23:38 GMT -5
Harwyn squints this time. "No, still don't see it. What are the chances someone from the Islands and from the Goldlands would look the same? Our creator must be lazy for that to happen. The Drowned God would not be so cruel."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Aug 3, 2015 22:40:00 GMT -5
"I'm sure it's happened before that a man from the West and a man from the Islands looked similar. Our people tend to be...prolific, after all."
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Post by Marlow on Aug 3, 2015 23:05:07 GMT -5
Harwyn gives a shrug in response, finishing off his first ale before speaking again. "May be a few more looking like us before this year is over."
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Post by Kurts on Aug 4, 2015 0:23:21 GMT -5
Killion entered the shindig clutching a piece of paper in his hand triumphantly, a broad smile on his face despite the beating he had taken at the Trident.
"That greenlander challenged me to a duel!" he laughed, as if it were the most absurd thing in the world. "Honorable fucking combat!" He unfurled the document to show them, laughing so hard he was unable to speak.
True enough the missive was a challenge to "gentlemanly" combat for the "disproportionate beating and robbery" of Lord Maekar.
"Good show today by the way lads." he added, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.
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