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Post by Lyonel on Mar 9, 2016 5:21:50 GMT -5
Kraznys sheugged, he tried not to think of those matters for the time being. "We'll see when it comes to it. There is still a long time before that happens and a whole city to rebuild." He'd rather have to make a hasty decision and stick to it, than to mull over the idea for years without certainty of when the time would come.
"Do you wish to stay with us for the length of the tourney, little Tigaris?" He said, abruptly changing subjects not wantin to bother anymore with thoughts of the future, that was the type of subject to be thought on Myr. "Good company is always welcome. We can find a spot for you in te pavilion, worst case scenario we put Jaqen to sleep on the outside and make way for you."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 9, 2016 16:27:49 GMT -5
"I'd be happy with that," she said. "Though no man touches me without my permission." She grinned. "It will be good to spend time with your company. After all, we are all strangers here, so we might as well stick together."
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Post by Lyonel on Mar 10, 2016 15:35:39 GMT -5
"You shan't have to worry about that, kiddo." Kraznys chuckled. "I think they value their balls enough to refrain from that."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 10, 2016 15:44:52 GMT -5
"I should hope so!" She grinned. "So what do your men do besides drinking and bedding whatever whores they can find?"
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Post by Lyonel on Mar 10, 2016 15:53:43 GMT -5
"For your intelligence, kiddo, we have cyvasse championships every afternoon..." Kraznys feigned some outrage at her comment, but then let out a mocking grin. "Nah, not actually.... That's a game for old crones and invalid men." The mercenary rose to his feet; grabbing the spear that laid by his side on the grass, it was not his ceremonial one, of course, that one he kept for special occasions.
"This is what we do, kiddo." He smiled and followed the comment with a round of showy acrobatics, spear spinning around him. "Come, show me what you've got."
-Weapons --One Handed ---Spears (98) -Armor --Chain (25 Points)
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 10, 2016 16:09:53 GMT -5
She laughed and pulled out her sword.
"Come on, old man! Let's see if youth and speed can beat experience!"
She began to circle, waiting.
Swords 93 --Chain --Shield
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Post by Kurts on Mar 10, 2016 17:12:43 GMT -5
Kraznys: 104 Keira: 184
Apparently what Kranzys meant by "this is what we do" was "get knocked the fuck out" because the friendly bout is over in a flash as the Tyroshi parries his blade with her sword and slams her shield into his face.
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Post by Lyonel on Mar 10, 2016 17:20:20 GMT -5
"Gods... You've got a good wrist, kiddo. Better than your father ever did." Kraznys said chuckling; he massaged his lower jaw, it seemed he might have broken another tooth. He decided to stay sitting on the ground, maybe it had not been the best idea to fight after having that much ale. "You got lucky this time, though. I'll get back at you in the melee."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 10, 2016 17:35:53 GMT -5
Kiera grinned at her victory and decided not to gloat about it. Yet.
"Will you really? Wouldn't you rather we join forces to eliminate everyone else first?"
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Post by Lyonel on Mar 11, 2016 6:21:52 GMT -5
"Good point... These Westerners will be tough as nails to get to." The scene was clear before his eyes, the Two Kings fighting against France's upon the battlements of Myr; they were like three storms gladiating, a beautiful sight for those who knew how to enjoy watching a good fight. "Devils all of them, haven't seen anything like it. Killion, Benjen, that Northern Giant guy, the late Lord Ragnar... Even I wouldn't risk standing on their way."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 11, 2016 16:23:21 GMT -5
Kiera nodded. "Heroes all, I suppose. And what are we lesser folk to do when such gods of war walk among us? If we stand aside, they'll think us cowards, yet our chances of success are not high, with those men as our rivals. So what do you prefer, valour or common sense?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 17, 2016 19:50:14 GMT -5
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The day of the tourney comes. Ladies are decked out in their finest for the event, the warriors in armor gilt and expertly crafted for the finest of combat demonstrations. Dozens of warriors are gathered to show their mettle, and the sky is cloudless and blue, the sun warm but not overly hot, a perfect day for a mock battle.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 18, 2016 8:32:32 GMT -5
Crowl is present in one of his numerous battle plates, this one is a modest thing of just matte black metal with some white inlay to resemble skeleton made of metal. His gauntlets are not spiked to lessen the lethality of his fists.. by a smidge.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Mar 20, 2016 6:18:15 GMT -5
The melee begins but the young Lord of Brightwater finds that battling the Dornishman Nymos Qorgyle and Robyn Stark is too much for him for his relative skills and experience. After a brief exchange of blades with the Stark warrior-princess, the combined strokes of Qorgle and Robyn force Arthur to yield which he did with a good grace.
At the end of the melee he went across to congratulate Robyn and her brother King Benjen. He wondered if they would remember him from the fight with Oriax.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 20, 2016 17:17:13 GMT -5
Robyn looks over as the man approaches her after the melee as it seems her brother is otherwise engaged. "Good fight" She complimenta and holds out a hand.
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