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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on May 11, 2019 17:52:55 GMT 1
Despite the best efforts of Lord Eldon and his henchmen, Daeron made it to his joust more or less on time. Atop his armored destrier and in magnificent silver and sea-green, he was looked like a knight ready for war, or at least one who had seen how Merryweather men joust.
Before he simply wanted to embarrass the fat lord who had done so much to besmirch House Starling, but now that he has been personally wronged, he was out for blood.
PR: 19
AR: 11
Health: 12/12
Fitted Full Plate
Superior Destrier wearing Plate Barding
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Post by Father on May 12, 2019 1:03:09 GMT 1
Ser Daeron Waters, known as Wildfyre and Ser Eldon Merryweather, Lord of Longtable, come forth and prove your valor! The crier shouts. Lord Eldon proves exactly what sort of valor he has by climbing the steps of the stands instead of his horse, shadowed by his black dog and half a dozen guards, each one fouler looking than the last, fully armored as if expecting trouble. "My Lord Butterwell, I find myself in the uncomfortable position of withdrawing my name from the lists." He disgustingly licks his lips, looking malevolently at Daeron. "It appears that young Waters here have bribed one of good Ser Roger's aides into ensuring that he is drawn against myself in the list, undoubtedly seeking to pursue Lord Starling's failed attempt at Highgarden to lay claim to Goldstag tower and it's surrounding lands. He intends for himself and his sons to hold it in the name of Kingsbridge I have no doubt. Honor demands that I cannot allow such valorous sport to be spoiled by such vile machinations my lord, and thus I will swallow my pride and refuse further participation. Let the bastard have this hollow victory purchased by tainted gold"
Effective 12 status for Furious: Taunting Daeron: 8d6k5+2 24He is basically fishing for Daeron to challenge him to a duel.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on May 12, 2019 5:38:35 GMT 1
Taking Goldstag tower? That's not a bad idea..
Despite Lord Eldon's inadvertent good idea, Daeron fumed under his helm. How dare this pig speak of him in such a way!
"Bold words from the man who attempted to poison me just hours ago. If he wishes to slander me, then I dare him to come down here himself and face me as a man. You are still a man, are you not Lord Eldon?"
He tosses a gauntlet into the dirt. If Lord Piggy wanted a duel, then he would have one.
“I also implore six knights of conviction to join me. I’m sure that if the Seven favor such lowly tactics as poisoning, then the Lord of Longtable should have no problem in producing six more men to stand behind him. Perhaps we can settle this matter once and for all.”
In essence, Daeron is accepting his offer for a duel, but upping the ante to be a de facto Trial by Seven.
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Post by Father on May 12, 2019 17:50:57 GMT 1
Lord Eldon makes no move to pick up the gauntlet himself, for that he has Ser Rennifer. "Poison is it? I did a sloppy job of it then, as evidenced by your presence!" Lord Eldon's quip doesn't exactly work as he had imagined, not like how his good friend Lord Marq would have delivered it. "But how curious is it that you accuse of such without proof rather than presenting your case to Lord Butterwell? Let me guess? No witnesses of reliable character to back your account? How familiar a tale." Lord Eldon's triumphant face is ominous, a malevolent herald of foul tidings. Ser Roger Wode appears and in everyone's hearing claims that he would not have paired a knight of Kingsbridge with one from Longtable, all their bad blood considered. Nobody cares to ask directly just how the pairing slipped his scrutiny, but it seems deeply curious indeed. Ser Roger also says that they found a Dragon in the purse of one of his aides, pointing towards a certain conclusion, the boy named Ser Daeron, but his testimony is no good against a knight. The look he gives Daeron suggests that he is quite happy to get one back at him, this being his turf where he holds the power. "We have no need of it." Rennifer declares in his raspy voice. "My flail will make him confess, or forfeit on account of broken bones in need of mending.At that, Ser Ambrose Butterwell stands up, making an wholly unimpressive figure, straining to have his voice heard despite shouting as best he can. "No flails! And no seven men on each side. Let it be fought nobly and gallantly, man against man with swords, or at the lists with tourney lances. Rennifer seems inclined not to listen. "It's not like a bastard could ever be considered noble and gallant to begin with, I'll have my flail." |
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on May 12, 2019 22:08:00 GMT 1
Ser Roger's words only further inflamed him, but for now he withheld his sharp words. Anything he had to say concerning that gold would just be further evidence against him. Instead, he just settled for his typical menacing glare. Once he was done with the Merryweathers, he'd make sure to return the favor and drag that man's name through the mud as well.
Despite what wisdom and just plain common sense would inform anybody about facing Ser Rennifer, Wildfyre refuses to back down. He'd been spoiling for this fight for some time now, and in his mind he would avenge the crimes at Highgarden and Summerhall all in one fell swoop.
"Arrogant bastard you are, but I happen to recall what happened last time you faced one of the Companions. Gather your arms blackguard and I'll see you back here at the end of today's jousts."
Daeron wasn't exactly content with a victory via forfeit, but it freed him up for a far more deadly fight.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on May 15, 2019 23:04:53 GMT 1
He wheels around to leave, hoping that Rennifer wouldn’t attack him from behind, not in front of this many armed onlookers. As he exits he informs his Companions.
“Come armed and armored, and maybe bring some friends. I don’t exactly trust Rennifer or Eldon to act in good faith.”
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