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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Dec 19, 2012 17:30:20 GMT -5
Servants of house Frey and Tully rush around the area on the Northern side of the Twins. They are starting to construct a large tournament field. The field layout looks as if it could hold multiple events at the same time. Houses Frey and Tully seem to be investing quite a bit into this.
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Dec 20, 2012 20:30:39 GMT -5
After spending countless hours the tournament grounds have grown into a majestic field. Peasants and townsfolk from all around are sure to be in attendance of the event. All that awaits are the competitors.
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Post by Wyman Manderly on Dec 22, 2012 14:07:13 GMT -5
Wyman rode up to the fairgrounds. "Well it looks like the riverlords enjoy their tournaments." He mused to himself. Wyman was never much for the jousting, it was the melee where he excelled.
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Dec 23, 2012 15:33:45 GMT -5
Todric walks around the fairgrounds, drink in hand, joking and speaking with the men and women that have come to the event. He sees Lord Manderly and is glad to see a Northerner has arrived.
"Lord Manderly, it is good to see you. Ready for the Tournament?"
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Post by Wyman Manderly on Dec 24, 2012 15:15:19 GMT -5
"Same to you Lord Todric. I've been waiting for a bit of a fight. These Southron battles are making me a little itchy."
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Dec 25, 2012 4:07:52 GMT -5
A crier rides up wearing a black and red tunic to announce the arrival of an envoy from the royal court demanding an audience with Lord Tully, none other than the lord regent's own brother Ser Rhaegel Blackfyre. A procession of riders can be seen in the distance, the royal banner flying high.
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Dec 25, 2012 10:31:14 GMT -5
"Yes, I am sure this tournament will be quite entertai..." todic says as he hears the crier riding up.
"Oh what a bother. I guess when you throw a grand tournament and don't invite everyone, some will be jealous." Todric says jokingly to Wyman. "You must excuse me, My Lord, I hope this little meeting wont keep me long. I wiah you good luck in the tourney." Todric bows to Lord Manderly before grabbing a nearby servant.
"Get me Jory, the best wine you can find, and some roast boar. Now!" Todric says in a much different tone than the pleasant one he had with Wyman.
Todric turns to the crier. "Have the great Lord Blackfyre meet with me in the great hall."
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Dec 25, 2012 17:47:15 GMT -5
Leela rode into the tourney grounds escorted by a small group of her father's men, who carried two banners one with the bells of House Belmore and her personal sigil: One lonely cracked Bell in a field of purple. Riding her zorse she wore the most flashy purple silk gown there seemed to be in the whole Westeros. She doubted she would meet anyone known, for all her father's fellow Valemen were engaged in more important things to do, her father was to, and for him she'd never had gone to this tourney, but as she was daddy's little princess she managed to be free to attend this one, for she loved tourneys, even more those she'd have a chance to win.
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Dec 26, 2012 21:02:08 GMT -5
Jory came back to the tournament field, he searched all around for a man named Wyman Manderly. He had heard of the house and knew the sigil, but never met him before. He noted a girl riding a very strange horse as he searched.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Dec 27, 2012 9:47:20 GMT -5
Seeing a young boy coming out from the Great Hall. Leela decided to ask him if he'd seen Lord Tully. "Hoy, boy! Yes you there... Get over here!" She said smiling in a merry tone.
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Post by Wyman Manderly on Dec 27, 2012 10:46:27 GMT -5
Wyman was casually leaning against the fence of the lists watching the riders practice jousting. "Doubt I'll get very far doing this. But they have another thing coming for the melee." Wyman noticed a girl on a strange striped horse. "What in the gods is that?" His curiosity could not be contained. He strode over to the girl.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Dec 27, 2012 10:50:30 GMT -5
"Oi, hello mister! I wasn't calling you, I was calling the boy over there..." She smiled kindly at her own joke.
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Dec 27, 2012 17:45:35 GMT -5
Jory did not have time for anyone. He had a note that needed delivering. His Lord had given it to him before being taken away by that Blackfyre. He looked back and saw a man the looked much like the Manderly that Todric had described.
He decided to take the girls invitation to approach.
"Hello, M'Lady. I am Jory Lorch at your service." He gave a small bow. "And who might you and your friend be?"
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Dec 27, 2012 18:23:47 GMT -5
She got down from her zorse. "My name is Leela Belmore, darling. Have anyone told you that you're very pretty."She smiled and giggled. "And this is.... Well I have no idea who he is... Who are you mister?"
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Dec 27, 2012 19:14:22 GMT -5
"I rarely get called pretty. Thank you for the compliment." Jory replied, though he wasnt sure if being called pretty as a man was a compliment. "You are from the Vale, I guess word of this tournament has spread all over."
Jory waited anxiously for the man's reply, hoping it was at least a Manderly if not Wyman himself.
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