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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 28, 2015 8:21:22 GMT -5
Where people can watch the men and women beating the dogshit out of each other. Vendors brave the cold to sell alcohol and hot foods. Particularly popular are the hot meat pies that one can eat with their hands.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 28, 2015 8:43:09 GMT -5
After she had finished participating in the archery, Robyn went to the stands to wacth the rest of the Tourney
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 28, 2015 8:50:55 GMT -5
She sees lots of people in the stands. The royal families, the Winterfell Starks, all sorts of westermen and the black-clad ambassadors from King Vhagus, save their leader who is in the melee and joust. Even the damned purple starred Dayne team is there.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 28, 2015 8:53:21 GMT -5
After she had finished participating in the archery, Robyn went to the stands to wacth the rest of the Tourney Jenny approaches Robyn after the archery competition, a smile on her face. "You shoot a bow well, your Grace," she said with a clumsy curtsy. |
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 28, 2015 8:59:55 GMT -5
"As do you," she replied also with a smile, "Better than I, but it seems I had a bit of luck at the end, and you do not need to curtsy to me, I would not be offended."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 28, 2015 9:02:16 GMT -5
"It is expected of the smallfolk," Jenny returns but she quickly rights herself. "I always found luck to be almost as important as skill. You never know when the wind might pick up, or someone gets in the way of a shot." She smiled.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 28, 2015 9:14:38 GMT -5
"I hope you were not concerned about someone getting in the way of your shot today," Robyn said with a laugh, "Things would have taken a much less pleasant turn."
She paused for a second and looked round, "Who taught you how to shoot?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 28, 2015 9:18:32 GMT -5
"Only if it were a bird; I could do with a good roast hen," Jenny returned with laugh. "I learned to shoot from my pa, who was a hunter in our village. He's dead now."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 28, 2015 9:27:02 GMT -5
"I am sorry to hear that. He taught you well though. Must seem like an injustice to come second to some pampered castle born lady." Robyn smiled at the woman, "Where was your village?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 28, 2015 9:29:45 GMT -5
Jenny's smile dropped for a moment before it returns. "South of Riverrun. I only had my father and no one else wanted me there. I didn't stay."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 28, 2015 9:41:32 GMT -5
"That is a shame, so do you travel around competing in Tournements then?" she asked, her interest piqued.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 28, 2015 9:44:36 GMT -5
Jenny shook her head. "Mostly I just try and get on, move from place to place. This was my first tourney and so I thought... why not. The purse would have been useful."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 28, 2015 9:53:32 GMT -5
"I do not need it," Robyn said, not stating if she would give it to the wandering archer or not, she had considered using it for other things, or just putting it back to her family. "It was my first one also. I have been in the North of the North for a while... we do not really do Tourneys there."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 30, 2015 9:37:02 GMT -5
"The North? Fighting Ironborn?" Jenny asked curiously. "I would like to visit it some time, though I prefer warmer weather." She smiles a bit shyly. "Though I will have to wait until winter is over."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 4, 2015 8:04:19 GMT -5
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Nick Snow arrives to watch the melee. Melees are always hilarious to watch when you aren't in there getting your ass kicked.
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