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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Aug 22, 2018 1:09:46 GMT 1
As Lord Lyman Lyberr is sent off his horse, Titus sighs in relief. A second tilt like Ser Humfrey's, especially when there is one more to come today, would be more than he could handle. And whilst he swayed in the saddle against Lord Lyman, he had remained while the Lord had not. There had been a tension in the air as he rode on and off the field though. It seemed the crowd had yet not decided what they thought of the young Titus. Was he his gallant father Donnel come again, or his by now notorious brother, Balon?
The crowed cheered when he won, but when Lord Lyman remained motionless after his fall it was as if everything stopped. Had the Blackbriars caused the death of yet another knight? Perhaps the cheers tenfolded when Lord Lyman finally moved. Titus wasn't sure.
Saluting Lady Deana and the Durwells, he rode off the field and was met by young Garth, his squire. They were just to make their way to the stables and the Blackbriar pavilion when the booming decleration of the announcer was heard.
Next tilt! Lord Loren Bushy against Ser Roland Cordwayner!
Pausing for a moment, Titus watches Ser Roland, who since he met him briefly a few days ago had become quite a knight of renown, ride out unto the field. It is with awe and admiration Titus watches as Ser Roland effortlessly swipes the helm of Lord Loren in the second charge. And when the crowd cheers for Ser Roland, there is no doubt to what they think.
"Ser Roland!" having stood by the sides, Titus calls out to him as he rides off the field, hoping that the man would remember him. "Masterfully ridden, ser. Seven protect whoever rides against you next!"
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Aug 22, 2018 10:55:41 GMT 1
"I could say the same for your Ser Titus."
Would that this son had been first born.
"Let us hope we are to meet, but much later in the tournament, where I am confident we shall find you!"
Roland swung from Duty's back, passing the reins to his squire.
"Perhaps hubris on my part to attempt such a maneuver, but it would have felt cowardly to give up after but one attempt. Lord Tyrell makes it look much easier than it truly is!"
It didn't hurt to enhance one's reputation with the tourney master and crowd. A man's progress depended in part upon the matches he was allocated, and at this event matches were by arrangement until the final rounds.
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Aug 22, 2018 12:35:29 GMT 1
"It'd be an honour but not too soon, I'd hope. I'll admit this is my first tournament since my knighting and the squires joust hold little to it all. In yesterday's tilt I rode nine round against Ser Humfrey Hardyng and it still had to come to swords. I thank the Warrior that today's wasn't as extended..."
He paused as the next tilt started and a young hedge knight was sent of his horse to cheering of the crowd.
"Alot has happened we spoke last, Ser. You saved the life of Lady Alicent! I was present at the trial. Has there, to your knowledge been any development?"
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Aug 22, 2018 22:34:51 GMT 1
"Ser Daeron seems intent on fighting the whole tournament on foot, one man doing so is enough! Understandable when you wield a sword as well as he does."
He had seen the man fight - the Great Bastard was a terror with a blade.
Roland nods.
"Aye Ser, much and more. Septa Tyane's murderers were gifted weapons and told to leave them at the scene. A smith confirmed what Lord Durwell suspected - these were Merryweather forged weapons."
Roland thumped a gauntleted fist in to his other hand.
"That beast deserves to face justice but for the crimes he has truly committed, not those others seek to lay at his door. There are plans within plans here - someone sees advantage in framing Lord Merryweather for the murder of the fair lady Alicent."
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Aug 23, 2018 0:12:34 GMT 1
“The crimes he has truly committed? What crimes do you speak of?” Lord Merryweather potentially being involved in the murder of a Septa and the attempt on Lady Alicent was vile enough but, as Titus understood it, still speculation. But Ser Roland’s ire seemed to steem from something’s he was much more certain of.
[OOC: I take it that the rape is not common knowledge until Lord Starling announces the accusation]
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Aug 27, 2018 22:12:56 GMT 1
"One of his knights laid hands on one of our smallfolk, dragging her to Lord Merryweather's notorious perversions in the night. While the woman was fresh from the Sept no less."
Roland shook his head, running a hand through his hair in bewilderment.
"Many smallfolk would make up such tales, particularly if a bastard grows in their belly, but not our Megelle. She is an innocent young creature that our Ser Vardis was rightly fond of, and the rest of the household. Lord Starling shall see to it that Lord Merryweather is publicly shamed for this via challenge, and I can but hope we press the matter further."
"For too long that beast has shamed the Reach, keeping his crimes to those without a voice or on his own lands. Here, on Tyrell land we can but hope to see him answer for his crimes. The pure Lady Alicent must not be forced to wed that monster."
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Aug 28, 2018 22:47:12 GMT 1
"He did what?" Perhaps it was his own naivety that struggled with comprehending how any Lord or Knight could be so vile. The mental image of Lord Eldon committing the act burned on his mind's eye. "A High Lord of the Reach... and a sworn knight!" He struggled for the words. "The oaths we swear. Is it all just words?" The young knight was growing visibly agitated, looking around as if to find an answer or what to say. He eventually spits on the ground as if the villains laid before him. "If challenge is called, Lord Starling can count on my lance and sword."
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Aug 29, 2018 20:20:59 GMT 1
"It is not the first time, if the tales are true and in his case I am willing to give them credence. A false knight, as Lord Starling's challenge will show."
"Some words are wind, that much is true. But an oath is different: only the kinslayer is worse than the oathbreaker, and if a man's conscience and fear of the Seven will not keep a man to his word, then others who have sworn the same oath will do so."
Words gave me strength in the heat and blood of Dorne while friends fell about me. Vows are more than mere words.
"Today, we will be those men in the joust."
Roland offered his hand.
"It will be an honour to overthrow Merryweather's knights alongside Ser Donnel's son - you were a credit to him in your first two bouts Ser."
Good for House Blackbriar if the younger son comes to mind when their emblem is viewed, rather than the firstborn.
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Sept 1, 2018 15:19:04 GMT 1
“Seven willing, Ser.” He clasps Roland’s hand in agreement. It felt good to have a knight of such caliber and honor as a friend. He starts to say something but is interrupted by the announcer’s booming voice.
“Lord Walgrave Oakheart against Lord Willem Starling!”
[/scene?]
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Sept 1, 2018 15:39:57 GMT 1
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