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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 13, 2012 15:08:42 GMT -5
Where the seventy man melee will be held. The ground is a simple earth pit, albeit groomed into the shape of a giant seven-pointed star.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Nov 14, 2012 0:38:16 GMT -5
As the highest ranking lord present, Rycherd Tyrell takes a seat in the dais near the High Septon. He watched the proceedings with interest.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2012 6:21:15 GMT -5
The warriors assemble for the High Septon's blessing. Warryn gives it and ten men head to each corner of the star. Ser Garrett Redwyne watches near the Lord of Highgarden.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Nov 14, 2012 15:34:54 GMT -5
"Ser Garrett." Rycherd greeted the other man.
"I must say I am surprised to see you not competing. You would make a worthy Knight-Commander."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2012 15:38:10 GMT -5
"The new knight commander will need a trusted second, my lord. After me, there is no one else of a worthy pedigree to advise," he said.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Nov 14, 2012 19:50:38 GMT -5
Rycherd raised an eyebrow. "No-one at all Ser? Does the Faith not attract many of high birth? Surely hedge knights and soldiers are not all that make up the Warrior's Sons?"
He smiled. "I shall have to make efforts to encourage more men from the Reach to join."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2012 19:51:34 GMT -5
"That would be of great value, my lord. Most of our men of high birth perished with Lord Oberyn." The bell rings, and the men commence the battle. It is a truly fearsome melee.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Nov 14, 2012 21:29:49 GMT -5
Rycherd leaned forward in his seat, applauding the great feats of arms he observed and cheering on those from the Reach.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 15, 2012 15:18:52 GMT -5
In the end, the final seven are separated and given a short rest for water. The final duels begin and at long last the victor is crowned. His name is Ser Jonarth Lydden, a Westerman whose very eligibility to compete was in question, due to his only recently having been knighted despite a military career spanning near fifteen years. He bows before the High Septon, who places his hand on his head in blessing. Whispers abound. Garret Redwyne frowns. "The Seven are acting in mysterious ways, today."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Nov 15, 2012 19:37:10 GMT -5
Rycherd didn't know the man to have an opinion one way or the other. He turned to Ser Garrett. "You know the reputation of this man?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 16, 2012 19:40:28 GMT -5
Garrett frowns a bit, but then nods. "Never heard a bad word of the man, but he's never been the most devout, either, at least from reputation." He shrugged. "But perhaps a man can change. We'll talk to some good westermen later to find out more."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Nov 17, 2012 6:23:10 GMT -5
Perhaps that's a good thing thought Rycherd. However he nodded.
"At least a man from the Goldlands won. I shall speak to my cousin about what he knows about Ser Jonarth."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 17, 2012 10:36:00 GMT -5
Garrett nods. "The joust is tomorrow, if you'd like to participate. All are welcome."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Nov 17, 2012 17:02:01 GMT -5
"I would welcome the chance to try my mettle against some of these men." said Rycherd. "Very well. Consider me an entrant."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 17, 2012 18:05:25 GMT -5
"We shall."
OOC: Will roll this tomorrow!
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