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Post by The Great Other on Aug 27, 2012 11:24:36 GMT -5
Many men and women are gathered at the Tourney Grounds, Knights walks down the road and Women of all ages line the Road waiting to be asked so people may give their favour. The King and the Royal family ride in the back and smile at all the people who came out to see them.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 27, 2012 11:34:50 GMT -5
One of the first knights to arrive was Ser Podrick Baelish, grinning -as always- and riding his black courser, Titan, clad in plate armor with a light green cape with the Sigil of his house, fastened with a shiny silver mockingbird pin. At his side came his squire Lars Royce, clad in his bronze armor inspired by his father's.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 27, 2012 11:38:10 GMT -5
Lorraine watched from the sidelines, her mother-in-law beside her. Like for many public appearances with the Lannister family, Lorraine was clothed in red, with a lion's head brooch on her left shoulder. She cheered for every face she recognized.
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Post by Ser Hyde Mormont on Aug 27, 2012 11:42:13 GMT -5
Hyde also came on horse, we was wearing a dark-green cloack (the button of the cloack was golden with the silhouette of a bear's head) over a black doublet, some fine pants and brown boots.
He had also cutted his beard, wich had grown big, he was now a clean shaven man. He saw Ser Podrick and nodded at him.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 27, 2012 11:49:01 GMT -5
Ser Podrick decided to approach the northeman. "We meet again, Ser, have you heard the rumors about the Dornish whor... Princess?"
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Post by Ser Hyde Mormont on Aug 27, 2012 11:53:15 GMT -5
Hyde saw the Valeman aproaching."Uhm...No, I haven't, what happened?" He hadn't seen the Dornish Princess, but he heard she was kind of...well...a bitch.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 27, 2012 11:56:24 GMT -5
"Something about being kidnapped, but I fear it's mere smallfolk talk... Or it would total chaos around here" He grinned as he always did...
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Post by Ser Hyde Mormont on Aug 27, 2012 12:00:33 GMT -5
He saw Pod grin "It could be, or they don't want the people to panic. Do you find it amusing Ser?"
He knew she probably wasn't the greatest person in Westeros, but one still shouldn't make fun of things like this...
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 27, 2012 12:09:58 GMT -5
His grin disappeared. "No ,Ser, I mean no harm to her.... But I must tell you, It was just a matter of time... if you keep poking the same bear, and you prabably know of this better thean I, someday he will kill you..."
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Post by Ser Hyde Mormont on Aug 27, 2012 12:14:01 GMT -5
Hyde smiled, Pod might be sometimes out of place, but he was a funny man "Yes, you're right. I didn't see her, they said she used clothing that really....exposed her".
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 27, 2012 12:18:02 GMT -5
The smile crept back in Pod's lips... "Only if with exposing, you mean walking half naked around the biggest city of Westeros...."
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Post by Ser Hyde Mormont on Aug 27, 2012 12:25:16 GMT -5
Hyde laughed "Yes, King's Landing is a big city, I've been here some time already and haven't even seen half of it. It has some nice buildings and the Great Sept it's a beautiful place. What do you enjoy about King's Landing, Pod?"
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 27, 2012 12:34:21 GMT -5
"I must tell you I don't enjoy much the city, the stink of it is too much for me I only come here for business...Talking about business...if you're looking for some pleasure, you really seem like a man who enjoys it, come to the "Essosi Girls" brothel, I own that estabilishment and I can assure you, you shall find the best Westerosi girls in there...." Pod loved to talk about money...
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Post by Ser Hyde Mormont on Aug 27, 2012 12:41:15 GMT -5
"Heh, maybe later, we have a tourney to compete in, if you haven't forgoten."
But some relaxing might come in handy...
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 27, 2012 12:55:14 GMT -5
Sitting atop a snow-white courser, Ser Cedric made his entrance. His armor was polished to an unimaginable sheen, while his cloak, a dark green color, flowed behind him. The knight smiled at all he passed.
Little Harold Tyrell walked beside him, clothed in a tunic embroidered by the golden rose of his house.
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