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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Dec 17, 2012 23:12:40 GMT -5
"Where too then?" He asked him looking to him.
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 17, 2012 23:16:38 GMT -5
He shrugged. "No idea. I've never been to Kings Landing before. Somewhere cheap. I haven't much gold in my pockets."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Dec 17, 2012 23:18:20 GMT -5
He chuckles. "Fine" He then lets his squire do all the work cleaning up then leaves.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2012 4:03:35 GMT -5
Cayn arrives to observe the grounds, his large mastiff Marla padding along behind him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 18, 2012 11:40:51 GMT -5
The first of the contestants begin setting up tents two days prior to the event taking place. Hundreds of shopkeepers and smiths and warriors mill about the massive arena.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2012 15:37:01 GMT -5
Lord Aleister was pushing Sim's wheelchair and asked him:"Are you really sure you want to do this?"
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Post by Lyonel on Dec 18, 2012 15:44:08 GMT -5
"Yes, I am Grand-Master..." He sighed. "I'm sure the Great Lord will be at my side..."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2012 15:46:53 GMT -5
"He looks after us all Sim." he said with a small smile
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Post by Kurts on Dec 18, 2012 18:12:58 GMT -5
Malix sat on the first tier of the arena, waiting and watching as the thousands of Westerosi were milling about. As a pit fighter all he had ever known was the waiting, the waiting for the next time he was forced to test his mettle in the sands of Daznak's Pit. He took a handful of the dirt and sifted it through his fingers. It was clumpier than the pits in Meereen, not as coarse. It would not absorb torrents of blood as the sands in Meereen, but he supposed it was not meant to. He was clothed in the simple tunic and breeches of a slave, the only other attire he owned being his gladiator's garb that was slung over his shoulder in a sack.
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Post by Raven Umber on Dec 18, 2012 18:35:00 GMT -5
Raven walked over and leaned on the railing with her foot resting on her armor as she watched the people on the prepared tournament area. She had seen them before, but rarely participated. The energy was still the same, as she watched people husseled about.
She smiled, this scene was familiar and reminded her for her father a bit.
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Post by Kurts on Dec 18, 2012 19:01:51 GMT -5
Malix looked to the woman and her armor with mild interest. In Meereen women pit fighters were not an uncommon sight. He had fought and slain his fair share in the sands of the arena, though relished it little.
His experience with women since gaining his freedom had been limited. Under his master he had lived relatively wel for a slave, regularly provided with women eager to test the prowness of gladiators outside Daznak's Pit. In these lands however, with no coin in his pockets and no recognition to his name, he had lived a bare existence.
"You'll compete?" he asked, enough Ghiscari in his accent to make him as foreign.
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Post by Raven Umber on Dec 18, 2012 19:05:15 GMT -5
Raven blinked from her memory and looked at the voice. He was some foreigner, his accent made it obvious to her but she could not place from what country, so her mind stuck with the Free Cities. He was also a figher of some sort from what she could tell.
Nodding with a grin,"Yes, I plan to. Archery and Melee only though."
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Post by Kurts on Dec 18, 2012 19:53:34 GMT -5
The Ghiscari nodded, though in truth he did not understand the point of most of these events. The excitement of the pit fights was the blood spilled. Where was th entertainment in shooting arrows a motionless targets or hitting eachother with blunted steel protected by metal suits? If it were not for his need for some coin, participation would be embarrassing to him.
"The crowds enjoy these events?" he asked, incredulous.
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Post by Raven Umber on Dec 18, 2012 19:57:13 GMT -5
"They do. It is supposed to be for sport, but some have died in tournaments", she looked at him. "On accident, of course."
Raven sighed,"All of this is done to gain favor with the crowd and the King and earn a purse with recognitions."
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Post by Kurts on Dec 18, 2012 20:48:48 GMT -5
"Queer folk, your people." he grunted. "All who compete are free men?"
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