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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 15:35:00 GMT -5
"Hmph, I do not think, I know." He say lifting his larger poleaxe gripping the end with his his other hand. He turns his head over to the other man. "How good are you with a sword?"
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 7, 2012 15:47:48 GMT -5
As he got closer he noticed was taller than he thought, it would be a nice challenge. "As I said, dog man, good enough..." He grunted. "From 0 to 100, I would say 75... And you, with that toy of yours?"
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 16:02:16 GMT -5
He paused, the growl of his breath could be heard under his visor "This 'Toy' Has crushed many skulls. With that large blade of yours you limit yourself."
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 7, 2012 16:04:18 GMT -5
"To smash skulls I use these..." He said lifting his large fists. "It's because of them I'm called Ivan Headsmasher..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 16:12:34 GMT -5
While the men talk, they see a small, unassuming man enter the training yard. He wears a tabard with a seashore on it, unfamiliar to them, and his sword is only about three feet long. He lazily strikes a dummy with it.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 16:15:15 GMT -5
He laughs at that. "Is that so?" He wishes he could see him crush a mans skull with one and half inches of iron protecting it. Letting the butt of the poleaxe on the ground. "Well i take it you are fighting in the tourney then?"
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 7, 2012 16:16:25 GMT -5
"That's right... Meelee, not the lists..." He stared sternly at the dog man.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 7, 2012 17:10:47 GMT -5
Lars walks to the archery section of the training ground, he is wearing furs and looks tiny compared the the giant men. He takes out his bow and starts to fire off arrows perfectly into the hay target.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 18:16:48 GMT -5
He shakes his head at the man, considering him to have the mentality much like his cousin. "I see well, will you be fighting with your fists too?"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 7, 2012 18:44:20 GMT -5
Lars stops once he is out of arrows and goes to grab them from the target. As he does so he sees the small man striking at a dummy. He becomes curious after not recognizing the mans sigil and walks over to him.
"Hello friend. I am Lars Liddle, are you here for the tourney?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 18:45:39 GMT -5
"I am, my good man. I am Harryld." He continues lazily striking the target. "Liddle? I have not heard that name."
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 7, 2012 18:51:28 GMT -5
Jory stood at the edge of the Yard clad in black, quietly observing the various knights and soldiers fighting each other and the dummies.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 18:55:13 GMT -5
A smooth, handsome man in loose clothing with a bravo's blade walks over to him. "Master Jory, nice to see you again. We fought together in Queen Faylynn's war eleven years ago. Balor Saan." He extends a hand.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 7, 2012 18:55:13 GMT -5
Lars smiles and laughs "Not many have, except the most North of the Northerners. We Liddles are of the mountains near the Wall."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 18:56:12 GMT -5
Harryld considers that. "I see. I fight in the Reaches on he Dornish border, so we have that in common. I have often wished to try my blade against those supposed widling hordes."
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