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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 17, 2012 11:21:48 GMT -5
The grounds of the old Dragonpit are being cleared for the immense tourney. Thousands of people can pack into it, and tens of thousands can watch from higher vantages throughout the area.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Dec 17, 2012 19:24:21 GMT -5
Ser Micheal rides out to see the Jousting lanes and to see if any ladies have arrived to do the same. He pats the head of his young squire and he rides out to begin practice for the joust, keeping a weary eye for anyone else coming to the Lanes early.
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 17, 2012 19:42:50 GMT -5
Ser Percy walked, enjoying the feeling in his calf muscles as he ascended the side of the great hollow hill that encased the Dragonpit. He stared down inside the bowl, watching the workers below as they set up. He grinned and sipped from his flask. A knight was riding around down there, back and forth with his lance couched just so...Percy grinned. A poncy sport, jousting, one for Lords and for men with nothing better to do with their time. Percy was a tourney knight, and loved to test his mettle, but he loved real battle just as much, and those were fought with swords, not ridden down a carefully set line. They were not performances, they were unscripted. He licked his lips and watched.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Dec 17, 2012 21:17:36 GMT -5
Ser Micheal looks over at the knight who is grinning he stops his training and rides over resting his lance on his shoulder.
"Hello...?" He asks questionably.
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 17, 2012 21:22:44 GMT -5
"Good day to you as well," said Percy, grinning animatedly and saluting the knight. "Ser Percy Oakheart, at your service. I see you've started practicing?"
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Dec 17, 2012 21:24:39 GMT -5
"A Goldlander?" He would narrow his eyes and turn his horse to the side. "I have not just started, I have been ready for this for a while now."
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 17, 2012 21:45:06 GMT -5
"Aye, a Goldlander," he said, as though it mattered not. "And no introduction in return? Shameful manners they have in Kings Landing."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Dec 17, 2012 21:48:25 GMT -5
"I am Ser Micheal Caron." He said looking down at the knight. "And my manners are just fine. Thank you."
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 17, 2012 21:54:40 GMT -5
Percy nodded his head to Caron. "Well met, Ser Michael." He refused to allow the man's cool demeanor affect him adversely. "I'm sure they are, yes." He took another drink from his flask, not bothering to try and conceal it. "Will you compete in the melee, or only the joust? I must say I could never couch a lance."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Dec 17, 2012 21:57:18 GMT -5
"My skill has always been with the Lance. I will leave the sword fighting to better men." He says dismounting looking at the man. "If you are not here to train with a lance then what are you here for?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 17, 2012 22:01:17 GMT -5
"Oh!" said Percy. "I must be the better man then." He laughed merrily. "I am merely here to see the great Dragonpit. I hardly thought there would be other knights here, sightseeing or otherwise."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Dec 17, 2012 22:13:17 GMT -5
He smirks. "I was hoping there would be some ladies here who were curious of the same....I will admit." He chuckles.
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 17, 2012 22:15:42 GMT -5
"Ladies," echoed Percy, licking his lips. "Well now, that does sound like a pleasant diversion. Are you married, Ser Michael?" He waved his hand as if to erase his last question. "No matter, no matter."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Dec 17, 2012 22:27:21 GMT -5
"Indeed....and no I am not. Shame as it is no one truly cares for second sons." He chuckles. "Hmm perhaps you would care for some ale then? I could finish up training for a day."
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 17, 2012 23:08:15 GMT -5
"Second? Try being the seventh, and all your brothers still living." Percy shook his head, and laughed again. He was very aware of his birth and resulting lack of rank, but it truly didn't bother him. "Something stronger than ale, I should think."
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