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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 13:31:47 GMT -5
Six days after the riots, order is sufficiently restored to Mason Keep to permit the tourney to finally be held. The tourney field is vast, with many contestants, and the event is to be a free for all, with entrants being assigned red or blue identifiers. Contestants are forbidden from battling others of their color, but may go after anyone of the other color at their leisure. All the warriors are mounted, and all weapons are permitted. When one side is vanquished, a brief halt will be called, then it will become a general free for all.
Around the fields are the various stands, where people may pick which to sit at for their viewing pleasure. The monarchs watch from atop the castle ramparts, their children and close relatives having the freedom to sit with them or go about their business elsewhere. The alehouses and food vendors sell beer, wines, whiskeys, fruits, vegetables, and cured meats from all the world, and trinket-dealers and weapon and armorsmiths' businesses are booming with last-minute repairs and requests.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 15, 2012 14:22:07 GMT -5
Reyna Harlaw was sitting with her riding companion, Fyodor Dustin, as they watched the beginning of the melee. She clapped and cheered the combatants, especially Lord Drumm, when he overthrew William Marshal.
"It seems the men of the Iron Islands are mighty warriors," she said. "Oh, this is exciting! I do so hope Lord Drumm triumphs. But who is your favourite?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 15, 2012 14:24:39 GMT -5
Fyodor shrugs. "I cannot say I know any of the fighters particularly well. I like Lord Tarly's style, but Naran Rykker is probably the best of the lot in a melee." The huge tourney field has at least a hundred fighters on it. "Not that that means anything, in a melee like this."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 15, 2012 14:39:27 GMT -5
"Oh. I suppose luck has a lot to do with it," she said. "It all looks very violent and I for one prefer the joust, but one must do one's duty and cheer on one's own people."
She smiled at him and laid a hand on his arm.
"It's lucky you're not competing else I would have two people to cheer for, and that might be a little difficult."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 15, 2012 14:40:44 GMT -5
He chuckles. "I don't see much point in going down there to get my head beaten in while all the prizes worth winning are in the stands."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 15, 2012 14:46:29 GMT -5
Her dignity was forgotten as his flattery made her giggle.
"You have a silver tongue, my lord. I suppose there is so many opportunities to be injured in the melee, and I would so hate for your looks to be ruined."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 15, 2012 14:53:27 GMT -5
"Exactly. I'm a lover, not a fighter. Unless there's actual blood involved. Maybe you could armor up and carry my favor out there on the field." He nodded as though it suited him. "I would be such a handsome Queen of Love and Beauty."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 15, 2012 15:01:29 GMT -5
Her laughter was sweet and melodious.
"Oh, really, I'm not that kind of lady, though I hear some such do exist! I would make a piss poor knight, if you'll pardon for me saying so," she said. "No, I fear you need someone else for your champion."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 15, 2012 15:04:07 GMT -5
"I heard a rumor my future queen Catherine killed two men a few days ago, during all that madness...maybe she will condescend to fighting for me." He puts his arm around her, and his hand rests on the top of her breast. "But if it came to another woman I am sure you could roused to defend my honor."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 15, 2012 15:09:43 GMT -5
She put her hand over his, as if about to remove it from her breast, but decided instead to leave it there.
"Perhaps I could," she said. "I have some skill with short blades. But that would be a messy fight and not at all glorious."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 15, 2012 15:13:12 GMT -5
"Fighting is always messy, and little enough glory to it. I was thinking more that you could slap her." He chuckled. "Can't think of a reason I'd need you to knife some woman."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 15, 2012 15:18:20 GMT -5
"Hopefully I never do have to," Reyna agreed. "Not that I specifically want to slap some woman, either. Unless...does it rouse you?"
She winked at him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 15, 2012 15:20:23 GMT -5
"If you brought me a salt wife for my very own? I wouldn't hardly know what to do with myself." He kissed her cheek.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 15, 2012 15:30:44 GMT -5
"Now why would you do a thing like that?" She teased. "Salt wives are for the Iroborn. And besides, I might want to keep you for myself."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 15, 2012 15:35:54 GMT -5
"Well, if I'm spending so much time with an Ironborn, I should respect the culture and all, right? There's plenty of good-looking girls here you could drag back to my pavilion. It has nice thick furs to keep out sound and silhouettes," he laughed.
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