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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 5, 2012 22:04:40 GMT -5
"Thank you, sire." He says mounting the horse after everything is tied down. "I do belive apples bring out the flavor of the roast, sire." He says his eyes looking to the side of the path as they ride.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 5, 2012 22:08:38 GMT -5
"Oh, stop saying that after every sentence; takes you twice as long to say what you need to. Prince is fine to start a conversation. Yes, though; apples and...chestnuts, I think. With cinnamon." The ride back doesn't take long, and as they see the Rock they see a crowd in front of it. "Oh, dammit, the whole Goldlands are arriving to kiss my father's arse, stare at my sisters' teats, and get ready for this tourney. You are going to knock some heads in the tourney, right?"
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 5, 2012 22:19:05 GMT -5
"They do not stand a chance." He says entering the Lion's Gate. "Shall you wish to joust spar after we dine again?" He gives a grin at his last sentence. "I intend to knock many heads."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 5, 2012 22:22:38 GMT -5
"Bah...I'd rather you knock some of these young knights' heads...staring at Jessica like they do." His eyes narrow, and just for a moment the royalty under the boy can be seen. "But yes, let's go train. I have to win this one day, after all."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 5, 2012 22:24:38 GMT -5
"The Knights will think twice before looking at Jessica, I am her guard as well, and unlike the Kingsguard, I am not afraid to let them bleed." He said trying to calm the prince.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 5, 2012 22:34:00 GMT -5
"Good. A little blood is worth a thousand words, my father the king always says. Now, help me armor up." He tugs his breastplate on.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 5, 2012 22:37:21 GMT -5
"I shall check on her before the nights end." The Clegane says and helps with the princes armor, with the straps and all necessary armor that he will need. He picks up the princes sword and belt handing it to him. "What shall be first?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 5, 2012 23:06:45 GMT -5
"Quintain. Set it up and let's get this damn lancing practice out of the way." As he readies, Ser Godfrey sees Lord Commander Leonard Brax and the king approach. Lord Commander Brax is in his forties, and about the baddest motherfucker on the planet. He once won a fight against eight men using a door to funnel them into his death trap.
King Kyle Lannister is six foot four and every bit the king of legend; handsome, skilled, and brave as a honey badger. He nods to Ser Godfrey. "Ser. I see my son has slain a boar."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 5, 2012 23:12:46 GMT -5
Ser Godfrey kneels to his king then stands when addressed. "That is correct, your Majesty." He says looking to the dead boar being carried into the kitchens. "He has good aim."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 5, 2012 23:16:00 GMT -5
Kyle stroked his thick yellow-grey beard. "Of course he does; he's my boy after all!" He looks around again. "The Kingsguard will watch him at Mason's Keep though. I'll have something else for my faithful hounds to do."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 5, 2012 23:17:39 GMT -5
He bows his head. "My hand is your to command, my King." He says "What do you command of me?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 5, 2012 23:27:03 GMT -5
"Oh, continue training my sons; make him his father's heir by skill as well as birth. I shall let you know when I need to let loose the hounds." Kyle leaves with the Lord Commander.
Brynden strikes the quintain successfully, and manages to avoid it from hitting the back of his head. "DAMN right!"
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 5, 2012 23:35:03 GMT -5
He bows his head, and when hes gone he grins at the prince. "Good! Now try with a smaller shield." He goes to fix it to make it a harder target.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 5, 2012 23:36:21 GMT -5
The prince does a few more successful runs before being knocked off his horse. "Damn it all! I had it!" He kicks the post. "Sword time!"
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 5, 2012 23:42:23 GMT -5
He takes the dull sword from the rack as well as a shield, he gives them to the prince while wielding another tourney blade and his metal sheild with the Clegane Sigal on it. He leads him towards the dueling ring.
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