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Post by telirius on Sept 12, 2017 23:59:31 GMT -5
Mathos watched from his seat as he heard the names called. He looked with intrigue as the two began to walk out to begin their fight, "This should be good." He said aloud, to nobody in particular.
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“When there is nothing left to hold onto, hold onto you faith.” #GodisGood
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Post by Fireclaw3 on Sept 13, 2017 3:34:41 GMT -5
Hawk, on the front page, could you change Tobias's last name to Snow?)
Tobias looked up slightly in surprise. "They certainly are starting this tournament off with a bang." He said as he stood up. Stretching slightly, he made his way out of the tent, his eyes set on Leon, ignoring the girls calling to him and waving at him, there was time for that later, but for now, all that mattered with this fight.
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Post by liz on Sept 13, 2017 11:18:27 GMT -5
Dyana had grown tired of waiting for the duel, and hadn't no interest in watching another Lannister prance around like a show pony. Leaving Ensley in the stands, Dyana had slipped off to walk through the surrounding grounds littered with tents that held the competing men. The older girl held her head high as she walked through the grounds, nodding her head towards the men she passed; and reveling in the feeling of their eyes on her. Dyana never found herself pretty, her eyes were mismatched in color, her lips thin and her arms too small. The scar across her face didn't help. But this dress made her feel confident; the dress a light blue, the vest decorated with a prominent gold tracery with roses, although the shoulder cuff were a plain blue like the skirt, and a golden, metal belt that looked like vines branching out from the golden rose in the middle. She felt no chill as the wind brushed against her bare back and revealed cleavage, the thought of adventure kept her warm. She never would have worn this dress of Ensley insisted, and Dyana was glad to have given in due to the sense of empowerment she felt every time a knight preparing for the tourney tripped over himself or dropped his sword. Half of her hair was braided neatly, the remaining part resting on her exposed back in loose curls. She had hoped to find Calvin to tell him of her encounter with Alysia and her dragons, but a whimpering dog stole her attention. Her right hand instinctively landed on the hilt of her sword as she approached the tent nearest to her, but paused to think over what she was about to do; it's just a bloody dog, and it's master could easily overpower you because of your silly dress. Scolding herself mentally, Dyana turned to leave when, she felt something tugging on her skirt. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes met the dog's and she let out a soft yelp before tugging at her skirts, trying to free herself from the canine.
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Post by liz on Sept 13, 2017 11:20:46 GMT -5
rose I hope that's okay if Dyana runs into Dariss!}}
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Post by liz on Sept 13, 2017 18:19:45 GMT -5
Hawkeyes258 do you want Calvin and Ensley to run into each other? Just so you can rp }}
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 13, 2017 18:22:27 GMT -5
The MC looks at the two men and nodded his head. "All right men you know the drill I assume? You both will be dueling which means you must fight with honor. No funny business." Leon kept his smirk and tightens his hand on the hilt of his sword. He had a few tricks up his sleeve.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 13, 2017 18:22:40 GMT -5
Sure :3)
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Post by liz on Sept 13, 2017 20:10:39 GMT -5
Ensley's light brown eyes were quick to notice Calvin Baratheon's messy short black hair. Leaning forward, the young girl tapped his shoulder and flashed a toothy grin at the man. "Calvin! I had hoped to see you, Dyana is off surveying the grounds for fit fighters and I find these tournaments horribly boring if I sit alone. Do you mind?" Not waiting for a response, Ensley lifted her skirts and moved to sit beside the older Baratheon. "I like to guess who will win, that's the only way Dyana could get me to watch the duels back home. And although I am not fond of the Lannisters, he seems fit to win."
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 13, 2017 20:12:22 GMT -5
"You may begin!"
Leon unsheathes his sword and swings his sword. "Prepare to be humiliated"!
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Post by telirius on Sept 13, 2017 20:13:16 GMT -5
Edric watched the duel with curiosity, wanting to see how they fought, their strengths, their weaknesses.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 13, 2017 20:16:09 GMT -5
Calvin nodded his head to Ensley and glanced over at the Lannister boy. "You can never quiet tell what will happen in a duel. The boy is way to arrogant." He said wrinkling his nose. Calvin was never a fan of men who liked to boast about their skills. Calvin preferred to see them in action.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 13, 2017 22:29:32 GMT -5
Leon holds his sword out in front of his body and watches Tobias. He didn't like how calm this guy looked. "Must be hard being a bastard. Knowing that you will never have any lands or even a proper family of your own." He jeered hoping to throw the other man off.
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Post by liz on Sept 14, 2017 7:49:20 GMT -5
"I must admit I'm often wrong, I don't have my cousin's eye when it comes to things like this." Endless muttered, leaning forward to watch the duel. "The bastard is calm, so much so it looks as though the Lannister boy is scared." Eyes darting back and forth between the two, she added, "But I'm sure I'm correct in my prediction; a Lannister would be trained, they have enough money to train everyone in the seven kingdoms. What training would a bastard receive?"
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Post by rose on Sept 14, 2017 10:45:35 GMT -5
"Just imagine all the cheering of King's Landing if-" Dariss looked around. He had expected to get a yelp of approval. From where had sat he could very clearly see only Dextran's rear end poking in through the tent flaps. He looked out to see what the dog wanted. He gasped ever so slightly at the sight of his beloved dog tugging on a woman's dress. "Dextran! That is no way to treat such a Lady as-" he tried looking over at the face of the maiden. "Lady..." since her face gave no clues he looked to her gown for answers. The rose gave him his answer. "Lady Tyrell." Though, try as he had to muffle the laughter coming from within him, he couldn't hold it in any longer. Just the sight of Dextran being so bored as to begin tugging at an unknown lady's clothing amused him.
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Post by liz on Sept 14, 2017 14:00:28 GMT -5
"Is this funny to you?" Dyana asked in disbelief but couldn't help but laugh as well as she thought about her current situation. Awkwardly crouching to look at the dog she said softly with an amused grin, "You're much more likely to get pet if you let go of my skirt. Although I can't say I blame you for attacking this horrid outfit, can't even fight properly in it." Petting the dog gently, she carefully stood up, afraid she'd fall, and looked at the man she presumed to be the owner of the little beast. "And it's Dyana Tyrell, Lady Tyrell is my mother. And you must be..." Studying the flags decorating his tent, her eyebrows raised slightly, "Dariss Bolton." She wanted to reach for her sword again, they were loyal to the Starks but that didn't stop them from having a large amount of their men borderline insane; flaying their enemies didn't help the Bolton's name. She hadn't heard much about Dariss, many believed him to be the only sane Bolton left. Others believed him to be the maddest of the lot. She knew it was silly to believe rumors, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Clearing her throat, she stepped away slightly and asked, "Are you fighting today, Ser Bolton? I wasn't aware you'd be this far south, especially for as silly a tournament as this. No offense, of course." A Tyrell slipping on her words was a rare sight indeed, but his firm gaze on her made her at a loss for words. "I myself would compete if given the opportunity."
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 14, 2017 20:33:43 GMT -5
"I must admit I'm often wrong, I don't have my cousin's eye when it comes to things like this." Endless muttered, leaning forward to watch the duel. "The bastard is calm, so much so it looks as though the Lannister boy is scared." Eyes darting back and forth between the two, she added, "But I'm sure I'm correct in my prediction; a Lannister would be trained, they have enough money to train everyone in the seven kingdoms. What training would a bastard receive?" "Who knows." Calvin said crossing his arms over his chest. "Someone must have trained him or he trained himself." He figured someone up north would have taught the bastard to fight. Calvin suddenly had a idea but figured he would wait until after the fight to ask Ensly about Dyanna.
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Post by liz on Sept 14, 2017 22:13:07 GMT -5
"He isn't built like a Sand...but he may be a Snow. That would explain his training, and his stoic expression." Ensley laughed at herself before focusing on the bastard. He must have known Dyana, she recognized those tactics instantly. Dyana hardly spoke of her time in Winterfell, she lived there for two years and only spoke of the pieces she felt would best rally men. She never spoke of love, but Ensley knew Dyana had felt it in the North. This bastard was the key to Dyana's past. "He has to win, he needs to." Ensley stated quickly, focusing all of her attention on Tobias.
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Post by telirius on Sept 14, 2017 22:46:33 GMT -5
Artys Arryn // Artys stands at 6'2" a little smaller then his older brother. He has brown hair that is kept medium to long length. He is clean shaven, with a scar across his right cheek. He has blue eyes like his brother. He is well muscled from learning how to fight. He resembles his brother in the face, but not in hair or in the scar. // 19// Artys is very loyal to his older brother, looking up to him quite often. He always is trying to make him proud, since his fathers death. He would do whatever his brother asked of him if it was within reason. He servers as one of his brothers most trusted adviser and captain in times of war.// Lord// Arryn // He wields a Valyrian Steel sword that has a falcon on the hilt of the sword. He also carries a dagger at his belt. // Artys grew up looking up to his older brother, always following him and helping him in his ideas. As they got older, Mathos became groomed for Lordship, while Artys spent more time training to be a Knight. Once their father passed away, and his brother become Lord of the Eryrie, Artys became one of his most trusted commanders in dealing with the mountain clans. // Crush// Lover(s) // Other// Telirius
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 14, 2017 22:59:23 GMT -5
"Why do you say that?" Calvin asked turning his gaze to Ensly. Was there something about Tobias that he didn't know about? Or perhaps she liked him?
"When you have wealth and power like my father you can afford to be arrogant." Leon takes this opportunity to lunge forward and swing down at Tobias.
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“When there is nothing left to hold onto, hold onto you faith.” #GodisGood
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Post by Fireclaw3 on Sept 14, 2017 23:05:21 GMT -5
Regan sat, watching the duel from a balcony up high in the stands, apparently unamused. "Hit each other already!" He hollered at the two fighters. "Let's see if a Lannister is worth his weight in gold, strike down the bastard!" He yelled. "I want to see blood, it would please me greatly." He said before grabbing some fruit from a tray that sat beside him.
Elaine sat with some other Lannisters, watching the fight half heartedly. "We all know who is going to win, my brother could kill any challenger, and he has to fight a bastard, how insulting to the Lannister name, give us a proper opponent." She muttered loudly.
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Post by liz on Sept 14, 2017 23:13:13 GMT -5
"No one else should die by the sword of a prideful Lannister," Ensley replied quickly, crossing her legs and peeking at Calvin through the corner of her eyes. She nearly let it slip that he may know Dyana, and Ensley knew that Dyana's secrets were Dyana's and Dyana's alone. If she felt like sharing with her future husband, Dyana could do so. If Ensley did, Dyana would surely kill her. "How many men have you killed, Lord Baratheon?"
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 14, 2017 23:17:36 GMT -5
"I have killed my fair share of men." Calvin said leaning back in his seat a bit. "If I had to be more specific, I would say more than fifty." There had been a time where bandits and a minor uprising had put his lordship to the test. Calvin fondly remembers leading his men into the bandit camp and striking down at whoever came at him.
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Post by liz on Sept 15, 2017 6:56:48 GMT -5
"Only fifty?" Ensley asked, hardly paying attention to the lord beside her as she noticed Tobias glance at her. He was handsome, she'd give him that. But he wouldn't have any interest in her, at least not for her looks. She was pretty, yes, but she knew King's Landing was full of much more beautiful women, her cousin included. But her name, now that drew people in. The Tyrells were wealthy, they were smart, they were rallying soldiers for a war that they would surely win, and only the two young girls remained. It was every man's dream. But Ensley dreamed of love, it was something she wanted for herself and Dyana; even if the latter didn't believe in it. "Do you think Dyana is pretty, Lord Baratheon?"
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Post by telirius on Sept 15, 2017 10:34:03 GMT -5
When I was brainstorming plans for Mathos to enact, I realized his brother would be needed.))
Mathos watched the duel and stepped down in search of someone of importance to talk to. He had changed out of his armor wearing a blue tunic, with white. He still wore his sword as he walked through the stands.
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Post by telirius on Sept 15, 2017 20:25:05 GMT -5
Maron Martell // Maron has olive skin, with brown eyes. He has straight black hair that he keeps cut short. He is skinny, but still has muscle, not bulky muscle, but lean muscle. He has a scar along his left cheek in which he received during a duel with a champion from the reach. // 27// Maron is loyal to his house and only loyal to them. He sees the loyalty to the Crown as a temporary standing to help their positioning. The dragons couldn't conquer them once, is his belief. He has a deep hatred for reach, a trait that has passed down in generations with the Dornishmen. He fronts a calm demeanor but can be easily riled and prone to drawing weapons.// Prince of Dorne, either Lord of Sunspear and Prince of Dorne, or heir. Depending on what's available.// House Martell // He carries a shortsword and a small shield. He also wears light armor and has been seen using the spear at times as well.// Maron grew up in Dorne, playing in the water gardens as a child. As he grew older he entered in a tournament in which he received his scar. A Hightower cut his face during the duel, only creating more hatred for the reach, a hatred that goes both ways. Maron spent most of his time in Dorne, making a few trips to the capital and to the Westerlands. He also has traveled to Essos to see the fighting pits. With the recent political incidents and threat of war, Maron has called the banners of Dorne, and fortified the Marches. He is now arriving in the capital in hopes of finding more about the war, and possibly offering his services. // Crush// Lover(s) // Other//Telirius
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