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Post by Titus Blackbriar on May 16, 2019 11:54:53 GMT 1
Takes place at Kingsbridge, the evening before the Tournament and Wedding
After arriving at Kingsbridge, the customary bread and salt was offered - guests where greeted and hosts graciously thanked and so on all as it should. It's afterwards, when all those things had settled that Titus seeks out his comrades amongst the Companions, bearing the oh so gracious gifts of wineskins.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on May 16, 2019 17:14:54 GMT 1
Roland smiled at his friend's approach, gesturing to Hugh to fetch some of their own wine. Formality was over.
"Welcome, welcome. We cannot decline sincerely offered gifts, yet also cannot allow ourselves to be poor hosts."
"We shall simply have to drink from both stores to satisfy propriety."
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Post by Addam Velaryon on May 17, 2019 5:37:11 GMT 1
"And make sure it's the Arbor Gold!" he yelled as Hugh went to get more wine.
Sliding further down the bench to make room for the newcomer, "I see the better of the brothers is here, I hope Balon hasn't made his way down the to kennels yet," he said in a jesting manner.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on May 17, 2019 6:13:53 GMT 1
Sliding further down the bench to make room for the newcomer, "I see the better of the brothers is here, I hope Balon hasn't made his way down the to kennels yet," he said in a jesting manner. Balon loudly proclaimed as he came into Addam's field of vision. He moved over to his friend and leaned down to whisper, but loud enough for everyone to hear, "Lady Lyanna (Florent) said the sweetest things... about me." He followed with a loud laugh and sat down. He motioned for Titus to hand him a wineskin. He looked to Roland, "I see the tales of your demise were greatly exaggerated Ser Roland." |
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on May 18, 2019 19:35:32 GMT 1
"It is the queerest thing - to serve in war against the Dornish and bear scarce a mark from it, then to be scarred in duels against my fellow Reachmen. A sorrow. Ser Sandor and Rennifer are formidable champions."
He looked down at his collarbone and shook his head, remembering Rennifer's armour crushing blows.
In the Dornish campaigns, Roland had been better armoured than most he fought. When he met his equal in equpment he was taller and stronger. When he met his match for size, he was more talented and better trained. Here in the Reach he had recently met men who equalled or surpassed him in some or all of these facets of combat.
"Queerer still, I have the oddest sense of reliving a past life when jousting or fighting ever since, even against knights I have never faced before. Let us see if drink can defeat such demons."
Strange, mystical talk. Roland had always been devout, and perhaps his brush with death had made him more religious, if such was possible.
He raised a goblet in his left hand.
"To my fellow Reachmen."
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on May 22, 2019 11:09:14 GMT 1
"To the Reach!" Titus raises his cup "To Lady Lysette and Ser Aemon, may they reign happy and justly when the times comes." Following his drink he adds, "And may they forgive their Companions for being bested by the brothers Blackbriar in the lists!"
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on May 22, 2019 13:58:10 GMT 1
Daeron arrives late, having been supervising the wedding and bedding ceremony to make sure that none were taking inappropriate liberalities with his cousin, even though nobody wanted him to nor asked him to. He pours himself a full cup of wine and takes his seat.
“Brothers? Plural? I only recall seeing one of you earning a champion’s accolades. Did Balon joust in Ser Patrek’s armor?”
He waggles his cup and his tongue in jest at the Blackbriar knight.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on May 23, 2019 7:24:20 GMT 1
"It is the queerest thing - to serve in war against the Dornish and bear scarce a mark from it, then to be scarred in duels against my fellow Reachmen. A sorrow. Ser Sandor and Rennifer are formidable champions." When Balon heard Roland call Sandor a Reachmen he scoffed and didn't raise a glass to Roland's toast, "Ser Sandor is no Reachmen. He spent his life in Dorne and conveniently returned at the same time of my aunt's assassination." It was clear Balon held Sandor in contempt. “Brothers? Plural? I only recall seeing one of you earning a champion’s accolades. Did Balon joust in Ser Patrek’s armor?” He waggles his cup and his tongue in jest at the Blackbriar knight. Balon shrugged, "You're more than welcome to your pageantry." He smiled as he egged on his friend, "I train for war and *real* combat. It's why Ser Addam and I were saving Ser Aladore while you were punching dwarves." Balon held up a hand defensively, "But I give you credit in your... tactical decision making at Highgarden. Winning jousts on foot was probably what our Andal ancestors had intended all along." |
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on May 24, 2019 20:33:04 GMT 1
His face darkens and the table goes silent for a moment. Would Balon’s jape be what set off Wildfyre’s infamous temper? Just as quickly it passed as he laughed and passed the winesack to the Blackhorn.
“My ancestors weren’t Andals, so I am free to win however I please, and for someone so opposed to the pageantry of tourneys you seems to end up at a whole lot of them.” he quips.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on May 27, 2019 11:34:58 GMT 1
Roland offered another toast. Ser Balon was infamous, but he was a guest in Lord Starling's hall.
"You are better informed than I am on Ser Sandor. He was a stranger to me before that day, where before I thought I knew all the best lances and swords in the Reachmen. To true Reachmen and the royal blood we serve."
He nodded towards Daeron, keen not to leave his companion out from his toast.
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on May 29, 2019 9:28:13 GMT 1
Titus rolls his eyes, you couldn’t bring Balon anywhere. Mother always said as much. Intervening before his brother’s bravado turns into rudeness he nods in the direction of the Great Hall where the Salt and Bread ceremony has been held shortly before, ”How many shields hang up on those walls? I tried counting but lost track at fifty.”
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Post by Addam Velaryon on May 31, 2019 17:48:53 GMT 1
"Lady Lyanna (Florent) said the sweetest things... about me." "I'm glad to hear My Lady has moved on after I decided to direct my affections elsewhere. I would hate to hear she lost out on all the good men, hoping that my other pursuits will fail so that I will come back to her." Addam patted his friend on the back as he took his seat. "I wish you the best of luck then. Lord Reynald is a hard one to please." Little did he know how these feelings would change in the coming months. Addam raised his glass his glass with the others, adding. "To the Blood of the Dragon", for his cousin and him. "Daeron time will come soon enough, and I'm sure he will acquainted himself well," he said, coming to his cousin defense. "If the Old Oak's expedition hand been one large farce, we all would be sitting here today as battle-tested men." "Hundreds and hundreds," he recounted as Titus inquired about the shields on the wall. "The Starlings were kings before the Gardeners took the reach. The Companions, and our shields, have been around just as long." |
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Jun 7, 2019 3:40:52 GMT 1
Daeron wasn't quite to sure that Ser Addam's math was correct, but he had the grace to not contradict his cousin. The point remained the same.
"Aye, each of those men fell in service to a greater cause as is our way here at Kingsbridge. House Starling has long provided the Reach with some of the finest cavalry in times of war and with security and stability in times of peace."
He looks over to Roland and offers a raised cup.
"It wasn't too long ago that we thought that we would have to raise another shield upon that wall. Thankfully we were mistaken."
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jun 7, 2019 7:20:01 GMT 1
“My ancestors weren’t Andals, so I am free to win however I please, and for someone so opposed to the pageantry of tourneys you seems to end up at a whole lot of them.” he quips. Balon smiled and chuckled at his response, "Ah, the Valyrian method. Fair enough. If it isn't broke why fix it?" He held up a cup in salute to his friend. "While the pageantry bores me I do like coin and a fair amount can be made in the tourneys. Plus it draws out the ladies and they get oh so hot and bothered by it all." Balon gave a knowing look to his brother knowing how uncomfortable Titus was about sex. "But to be honest, I like the melee most of all. It's the closest thing to real combat and it's one of the better ways to test the true mettle of a knight." Roland offered another toast. Ser Balon was infamous, but he was a guest in Lord Starling's hall. "To true Reachmen and the royal blood we serve." Balon had trouble maintaining his smile when Roland added 'royal blood we serve' missing the irony of him being annoyed by someone talking about politics. Of course that cunt would say that. Instead of arguing Balon pretended royal blood meant Ser Daemon and smiled as he toasted along with Roland. "Aye, each of those men fell in service to a greater cause as is our way here at Kingsbridge. House Starling has long provided the Reach with some of the finest cavalry in times of war and with security and stability in times of peace." |
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