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Post by Father on Jul 10, 2018 10:21:51 GMT 1
Ser Walton Wyl is an aging knight, yet physically formidable all the same, his salt and pepper hard and beard have been carefully groomed to amplify his magnificent curls and stands in good contrast to his olive skin. He rides with his back straight and his head high, a dignified sight upon his black charger. As he spots Balon, his eyebrows tightens and he spurs his horse to break formation, in a few leaps he brings it to a halt, himself now towering over the Blackbriar knight. "I will give you but one chance, ser. To take back your foul words of slander spoken in drunken affect and apologize for them." [Other characters may join in, or post their own thoughts once Walton and Balon have exchanged a few words.] |
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jul 10, 2018 18:13:19 GMT 1
Balon knew this moment was coming. He didn't dread it but he would've been a fool not to worry somewhat. His contempt of the Dornish was known to his family and friends but after last night his prejudice was known by a great many more. For the briefest of moments he considered apologizing when Ser Walton confronted him. To Balon's knowledge the rumor he spread was indeed a filthy lie. Was Lady Jeyne's cunny really worth all this trouble? Fuck yes it is. I'm going to pound that thing until she's bow-legged.
As Ser Walton rode up to him Balon's arms remained crossed over his chest and he made sure to stand like a statue and not let the man on his horse intimidate him. People to his left and right backed away but Balon stood like a tree. This was out in the public's view and there was no room for error. Upon hearing Ser Walton's words Balon carefully considered his. He decided on 'short and to the point'.
His eyes narrowed, his jaw tightened, and he looked up unflinching. "It's not slander if it's true." his tone was hard and even. There was no going back.
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Post by Father on Jul 10, 2018 21:06:39 GMT 1
"In that case," Ser Walton responds coldly, clearly expecting it as he reaches out to take the gauntlet held out by his squire. "I will see you in the joust, ser." And with that, he flicks it a short distance through the air to hit Balon's chest and bounce to the ground. And with that he takes off, having no intention to waste more time than is needed on the whelp.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jul 11, 2018 17:53:15 GMT 1
Balon allowed the gauntlet to hit his chest and watched it fall to the ground. He looked up to Walton with the same deadpan expression he'd had since the encounter began, "Good luck."
As Ser Walton rode off Balon looked to the people around him and slyly smiled, "He's gonna need it." He paused before adding, "Balon Blackhorn backs down to no one." He felt stupid referring to himself in the third person but he wanted to make sure the people around him knew his name. His vanity demanded it.
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Post by Alliser on Jul 21, 2018 3:03:18 GMT 1
Lord Alliser shakes his head from the sidelines. Foolish boy, all drunk men may say words that they soon regret. Best to aknowledge a mistake and move on. Ser Walton has put more men into the ground then this boy has seasons. I hope that Ser Walton will spare his life. No need to antagonize this schism before we have had time to prepare. Lord Alliser sighs, then turns away from the scene, hopefully Ser Baelon will learn his lesson, and his father will set him back on the path of light, as it is written. With slight clanking Alliser leaves the scene, a crowd growing about the young brash knight congratulating him on his handling of the Dornishmen. Between this and Imry, this tournament is turning out to be more excitement then I had anticipated.
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