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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 26, 2012 15:21:02 GMT -5
Aymery moved quickly away from the Martell princess, to better give his attention to the master of ceremonies. "I'd much rather the melee than the joust. Thank you."
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 26, 2012 15:27:01 GMT -5
"Not run along to your father boy.." He looks up to Martell and nearly laughs. "That'll do....That'll do..."
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 26, 2012 15:29:56 GMT -5
Boy...how he hated that word. He forced a smile and a polite bow and stalked off the feild. Perhaps he would find a nice tavern and play to his hearts content. Maybe even spend his father's coin on getting nice and drunk.
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Post by Ser Nestor Clegane on Aug 26, 2012 16:51:52 GMT -5
Jory frowned and looked up at Nestor. "That boy there is entering the tourney, but I can not?"
Nestor sighs, "If the boy wishes to get hurt he may do so. I do not think you ready, you are a squire not a Knight, you'll be better off."
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Post by Lord Renly Dondarrion on Aug 26, 2012 16:56:21 GMT -5
The Herald was about to speak but then the Master of Ceremonies stood up on a stand and announces everyone to listen. "Thank you for coming to join the Tourney I need everyone to come speak to me to announce what they wish to take part in and then you may go." Renly strode up to the Masters of Ceremonies. "Lord Renly Donadarrion of Blackhaven." he said by way of introduction. "Joust and melee." He indicated his nephew. "My sister's son Ser Hendry Baratheon. Also joust and melee." |
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 26, 2012 18:07:30 GMT -5
The Master of Ceremonies simply nods. "Of course my lord. Will the Lord Paramount be joining us?" He asks the stag.
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Post by Lord Renly Dondarrion on Aug 26, 2012 18:24:08 GMT -5
Hendry shrugged his shoulders. "My uncle the Lord Paramount does not bother to inform me of his movements. Indeed I do not even know if he in the city."
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 26, 2012 18:31:26 GMT -5
Lavinia pouted when she was ignored in favour of the master of ceremonies and looked about to see if anyone else of interested was present.
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 26, 2012 18:38:42 GMT -5
He nods. "Ah, I understand. Well I think that is everything. Please All knights in the Joust arrive here early tomorrow." He announces and steps down.
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 26, 2012 19:17:20 GMT -5
Lavinia coughed girlishly into a handkerchief to try and catch someone's attention.
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 26, 2012 19:35:48 GMT -5
A passing worker lazily looked at Lavinia as he walked by with a plank of wood meant for the stands. Giving her the up-and-down, he could not help but laugh at her absurd appearnce, especially considering how she was this close to bursting the seems in her dress' chest.
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 26, 2012 19:37:51 GMT -5
Lavinia spun around, overly conscious of laughter these days. Her clear blue eyes caught the worker and she placed herself in his way. "And what is so funny?" She asked, her voice dripping with venom.
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 26, 2012 19:40:29 GMT -5
Oblivious to her tone, he responded. "Just wondering how much a night with you would cost?"
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 26, 2012 19:41:17 GMT -5
Lavinia's nose flared and she raised a hand in fury. "What did you just say to me!? Do you take me for a common whore?"
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 26, 2012 19:43:34 GMT -5
"No, I take you for a high-born one. Honestly honey, I'm sure a few of my friends and I could rustle up enough coin for a night of fun." The man grinned, and Lavinia could easily noticed that he was missing at least half of his teeth.
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