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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 13:32:10 GMT -5
Justin: 149
Ragnar: 87
At last, the Ironlord senses an advantage as his opponent backs up. His bloodlust is the only thing covering his exhaustion and to spend much more time circling and fighting in the autumn air would only allow his adrenaline to fall, and so he steps, shield bashes the knight, raises his sword...and wakes up a minute a a half later to a gauntleted hand proffered by the apparently victorious Mallister. Even the crowd seems unsure of what move was used, so fast can the man fight.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 13:47:13 GMT -5
Oberyn/Rycherd/Robert: +1 to One hander and Lance, if applicable
Percy Oakheart/Gerold: +3
Ragnar Drumm: +4 and a bonus to intimidation if you have it. That was...dominant.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Oct 16, 2012 16:04:32 GMT -5
Rycherd Tyrell makes his way from the field, slightly disappointed. It had been a good struggle against the Yronwood and even though he had lost he was relatively unscathed. His sense of chivalry and fair play kicking in, he looked around for the Dornish lord to congratulate him.
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 16, 2012 16:21:44 GMT -5
Lord Oberyn, still shaking images of Lord Dondarrion's wife's tits out of his head (he suspected that it was because he had been hit so hard, not because he'd actually been motorboating them), saw Lord Tyrell still on the field, and made his way to him, glad to be able to use his spear as a walking stick though he tried hard not to appear to be doing so.
"Well fought, Lord Rycherd. Well fought indeed, I thought you had me there for a moment," he added with a wry smile, extending a hand.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Oct 16, 2012 16:51:14 GMT -5
Rycherd grasped his hand warmly, old feuds between Dorne and the Reach momentarily forgotten.
"So did I Lord Oberyn, but you had the well deserved victory. Mayhap we might meet again in the lists and I can attempt to reverse the result." he said, only half jokingly.
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 16, 2012 16:56:53 GMT -5
"I was always bored by the lance; in battle a good spear will serve me just as well, and I never truly saw the point of fighting if you did not mean to kill. I only entered the game today, in the hope of settling an old score," he replied darkly, a shadow crossing his face at the last. Abruptly, he smiled. "Not until the Seven will it, I suppose, and I ought not rush them."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 16, 2012 17:47:24 GMT -5
Robert having his armor ruined he takes the broken chest plate off and stretches as it hits the ground with a thud, "R'hllor protect me.." He said leaning down and picking up the punctured breastplate.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Oct 16, 2012 18:22:13 GMT -5
"I was always bored by the lance; in battle a good spear will serve me just as well, and I never truly saw the point of fighting if you did not mean to kill. I only entered the game today, in the hope of settling an old score," he replied darkly, a shadow crossing his face at the last. Abruptly, he smiled. "Not until the Seven will it, I suppose, and I ought not rush them." Rycherd smiled graciously. The feud between Yronwood and Dondarrion was well known. "Indeed. I was somewhat surprised that you and Dondarrion were drawn on the same side. Had you been on opposing sides that would have been a sight to behold!" he exclaimed. He clapped Oberyn lightly on the shoulder. "Perhaps we should talk further over a cup of wine. Let it not be said Reachmen are not a hospitable folk. May I invite you to dine in my pavilion this evening?" |
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 18:23:50 GMT -5
Percy struggled to his feet, more than a little winded. He would have glorious bruises, that was certain. At least he fell to a fellow Reachman. "Jolly good show, my lord!" he called to Tarly, who had given him most of his bruises.
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 16, 2012 18:23:53 GMT -5
Lord Yronwood eyed the other man's hand with a frown, but he nodded after a moment. "I will, but I hope you do not fault me for bringing my own wine; I cannot abide that... er, stuff, from the Arbor.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Oct 16, 2012 19:09:07 GMT -5
Rycherd laughed. "Truth be told...neither can I. Perhaps I shall sample some of your Dornish wine instead."
He eyed the Dornish Lord expectantly.
"Then I shall expect you shortly in my pavilion. I am sure, no I am positive, we will have much to discuss."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 16, 2012 19:24:08 GMT -5
"Indeed," Lord Yronwood replied. "I will be there presently."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 21:13:43 GMT -5
Percy struggled to his feet, more than a little winded. He would have glorious bruises, that was certain. At least he fell to a fellow Reachman. "Jolly good show, my lord!" he called to Tarly, who had given him most of his bruises. Morrys Tarly grunts, his fury naked at having been bested once more by Justin Mallister. 'Worthy of the Reach, Ser." He stomps off. |
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 21:58:35 GMT -5
Percy laughed it off. Tarly was always a grouch, each of the few times they had met. He wandered off to get some ale in his belly.
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