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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jun 11, 2019 20:54:45 GMT 1
Time: After the 4th round of jousting has been completed.
Balon was at an alehouse enjoying himself with like minded individuals. They'd all been swapping stories; exaggerations about their jousting prowess, the enormous melee at Highgarden, Rivermen killing mountain clansmen. The kind of cock measuring you'd expect from hedge knights, sellswords, men-at-arms, and Balon.
Balon shared how he'd crossed swords with Daemon Blackfyre and Redtusk (though he "forgot" to mention how he ended up in a duel with Ser Daemon) and how they'd reinforced his belief they were the best knights in the Seven Kingdoms. "Regal, chivalrous, the Warrior reborn." Balon said of Ser Daemon. While they drank Balon talked about Dorne and compared them to the mountain clansmen that plagued the Vale and some of the eastern Riverlands. "They're inferior in many ways. Not very smart or courageous. The average man is smaller than us Andals, weaker in both constitution and strength. Their women are wanton, unable to control their lust and while that sounds great they make cuckolds out of those dumb enough to marry one." This went on and on as everyone chose someone to insult. Northmen, Rhoynar, clansmen, it didn't matter.
As Balon finished a large mug of ale he went to the bar to get another round when he noticed someone entering. For fucks sake it's a Dornishman. When he looked at him a little longer he realized who it was. A predatory smile crept onto his face.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jun 12, 2019 0:27:38 GMT 1
Trystane strides into the alehouse with the buoyant confidence of a man who has had good fortune in the lists. His tilts against Wyl Waynwood and Benjen Erenford had gone very well, with bold actions having paid off.
As he finds himself a seat and obtains a drink (giving the barmaid his most charming smile while he's at it), he is already pondering how to spend his winnings. His winnings from Ashford Meadows had bought him his fine new courser, who was paying for himself many times over already. Probably the next step would be better plate armour...
His meandering thoughts come to a stop when he notices a familiar face sneering at him from the next table over. It takes him a few moments to remember where he knows the face from, but he finally realises it is Ser Balon Blackbriar. He'd been part of the little drinking contest that went on a couple of nights prior, along with his brother, Titus, and Ser Roland Cordwayner. While Ser Roland had been perfectly pleasant company, Ser Balon had clearly had a problem with the Dornish, and so Trystane had tried to keep direct interaction to a minimum. There had mercifully been enough distractions to keep things from turning ugly, but the alehouse was a lot quieter at this early point in the evening, and Balon's look seemed more... intent.
Trystane raises an eyebrow in query at Balon, unsure of the exact meaning of his rather sinister look, but tips his flagon a little toward him in a small salute.
"Ser Balon," he says in greeting, before taking a long, much-needed drink.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jun 13, 2019 6:38:42 GMT 1
Balon's eyes narrowed in contempt when Trystane tipped his flagon towards him. "What's your name boy? Ser Trista or something like that?" The people that'd been drinking with Balon quieted down now that there was a Dornishman in their presence. Balon finished his cup then got up, moving over to Trystane's table. "Yah, Ser Trista Sand. Some bastard from Dorne that serves House Starkwood now, is that right?" Balon assumed this was the half-brother Laena had mentioned but with the Dornish multiplying at the Starkwood it was anyone's guess.
With arms crossed and elbows resting on the table Balon sized up Trystane, "I hear you drew my brother's name in the lists for tomorrow. Poor bastard. I hope you plan on wearing your cheapest armor. That's a hefty ransom you'll be owing him otherwise." Balon was clearly goading Trystane, seeing how he'd react.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jun 13, 2019 14:35:25 GMT 1
Don't take the bait. Don't take the bait. Don't take the bait.
Trystane meets Balon's taunts with a little smirk, trying to appear unfazed. It was more annoying than intimidating, especially being called 'boy' by someone younger than him, but nonetheless, he can see what is being aimed for and cautions himself over and over in his mind before he responds.
"I saw that too. I'm sure he'll acquit himself better than he did in our little drinking contest," he says, amusedly, though not with any real derision.
"And you were close. It's Ser Trystane Sand. You were very drunk last time we met, so it's understandable that it would slip your mind."
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jun 14, 2019 6:58:40 GMT 1
"I saw that too. I'm sure he'll acquit himself better than he did in our little drinking contest," he says, amusedly, though not with any real derision. Balon wrinkled his nose in annoyance that Trystane didn't take the bait. He'd just have to try harder. "Drinking isn't my brother's forte. Jousting is." Balon paused for a moment, recalling who Trystane had jousted against earlier. "Odd isn't it that your opponents so far have been known for their melee prowess and not jousting ability? It's almost like the tourney master was... convinced to give you an easy go." He didn't outright accuse Trystane of bribery but the implication was there. "Regardless of how you got here tomorrow is where it ends."
Balon added snidely, "Don't get yourself too injured though, with Ser Symon killing two knights and raping..." Balon held his hand up, "Excuse me, *alledgedly* raping a woman he'll have a target on his back. Plenty of knights from the Reach looking to make a name for themselves." He gave the Dornishman a disapprovingly look, "For his sake I hope Ser Mikel or someone else is there to assist you." "And you were close. It's Ser Trystane Sand. You were very drunk last time we met, so it's understandable that it would slip your mind." "Ser Trystane..." Balon rolls the name around, acting like it doesn't sound right. "Are you sure? With those wide hips and narrow shoulders I had you pegged as a Trista." Balon let out a short laugh, "But what do I know? All you Rhoynar look alike to me."
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jun 15, 2019 2:20:27 GMT 1
The barb at Symon definitely grates, but it was true that the lad was short-tempered and rash. Trystane believed Symon was innocent of the rape accusation, but gracing a baseless accusation with a response was a sure way to give it weight. Besides, Symon was more than capable of sticking up for himself. If he decided Ser Balon needed a lance through the visor, he'd likely get it eventually.
"As if I would waste good money on a tourney master's favour when I could be drinking with it," Trystane quips, taking a big swig of ale as if to prove his point. "All I can guess is that perhaps Lord Butterwell merely underestimated my jousting ability. But clearly no longer. With me facing your brother and you against Ser Preston Oakheart, things are getting more interesting. Who knows, perhaps we will have to joust eachother next."
He chuckles at that thought, making a mental note that this man seems like he might try to kill him if that match actually happened. Laena had warned him of such things, after all.
"As for injuries, well, as long as there aren't any being planned specifically for me in advance, then I'm sure all will be well. And if Titus does best me, I've still made plenty of coin, so I won't be too despondent. Men who place too much importance on jousting wins are usually trying to compensate for lacking in other areas," he smirks suggestively, taking on a tone of mock coquettishness. "And speaking of 'other areas', I had no idea you had such an interest in my hips and shoulders, Ser. I'm quite flattered, but not interested."
What happened to not taking the bait?!
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jun 15, 2019 6:18:22 GMT 1
"As if I would waste good money on a tourney master's favor when I could be drinking with it," Trystane quips, taking a big swig of ale as if to prove his point. "Do you drink a lot to help wash the taste of cock out of your mouth?" Balon had dropped any hint of subtlety. "I hear it's prevalent south of the Red Mountains. Of course it's not the most salacious thing I've heard about you Dornishmen. I hear Ser Walton Wyl spent more time under his horse than on it."Note: Balon spread a very public rumor at Highgarden that Ser Walton practiced bestiality. Balon waived a hand dismissively at the notion Trystane would beat Titus, "Ser Titus won't be losing to you and if by some miracle you did win and faced me I wouldn't take it as easy on you." It wasn't a threat of death, more a statement of fact. When Trystane questioned Balon's sexual preferences he let out a mirthless laugh, "The Rhoynar are no more appealing to me than this bench or that mug." Are we just going accuse each other of being gay? "Sorry but there's nothing better than an Andal woman. Too bad for you none would ever debase themselves with a knight such as yourself." The word knight was dripping with derision. "You could try Lady Sansa Graves but even she might have standards."
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jun 15, 2019 17:15:14 GMT 1
The knight protests too much, methinks.
Trystane smirks to himself. Every time a man crowed about how much he loved women, all he heard was insecurity. Not necessarily about their sexuality, but, in his experience, men who swung their figurative cocks around were unconsciously trying to distract from something they felt lacking. He had done it himself enough to feel confident in recognising it.
"Now who is the 'boy'? Slinging crude insults to try and get attention. Grow up," Trystane swipes back with a derisory snort.
He puts his hand over his heart and adopts a look of mocking sympathy. "I am so sorry one of my countrymen hurt your feelings and gave you this terrible grudge that clearly takes up so much of your life that you feel it appropriate to be rude to men who have done you no ill. You have my deepest sympathies, but you really need to find something better to do with your time and energy, because your petty barbs neither impress nor frighten me, Ser."
He makes the last word sound almost exactly as mocking as Balon had made the word "knight" in taunting him.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jun 16, 2019 8:11:12 GMT 1
He puts his hand over his heart and adopts a look of mocking sympathy. "I am so sorry one of my countrymen hurt your feelings and gave you this terrible grudge that clearly takes up so much of your life that you feel it appropriate to be rude to men who have done you no ill. You have my deepest sympathies, but you really need to find something better to do with your time and energy, because your petty barbs neither impress nor frighten me, Ser." Balon was incredulous. "You think I have a grudge because of one man? If that'd been the case he would've been dead long ago. No..." Balon shook his head forcefully, "it's your whole fucking people. Everything about you is wrong from your stupid fucking customs to your stupid fucking faces. I don't know where your fabled Queen Nymeria came from but the Andals in Dorne should've kicked that cunt back into the sea when they had the chance." If petty barbs won't work... With Trystane's cup resting on the table Balon slapped it away in anger, the cup flying through the air and crashing onto the floor. Standing up Balon huffed, "After you lose to my brother tomorrow if you have any balls at all, *which I doubt*, you'll find me in the melee." Balon leaned in, "Unless I find you first." With that Balon spit on the floor in contempt and turned to leave. "Fuck this place it's gone to shit! Lets go somewhere that doesn't allow the filth in!"
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jun 16, 2019 17:22:31 GMT 1
"I've better things to do in the melee than go looking for a insignificant blowhard like you," Trystane snapped, needled just enough to let his composure slip. "Your hatred poisons everything around you and it is as tedious as it is futile. Now piss off, you grotty little wanker. Watching the real filth take itself out will be quite satisfying."
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jun 18, 2019 6:35:18 GMT 1
"I've better things to do in the melee than go looking for a insignificant blowhard like you," Trystane snapped, needled just enough to let his composure slip. Balon stopped walking away and turned back to Trystane, "If you think I'm insignificant you're in worse trouble than you already are." With a look of malice on his face Balon pointed to Trystane, "Best you watch your back boy." "Now piss off, you grotty little wanker. Watching the real filth take itself out will be quite satisfying." Balon turned red with anger when Trystane called him names. Striding back to the table Trystane was sitting at Balon planted his hands on the tabletop and leaned in. In a throaty growl he threatened, "Call me a wanker... one more time."
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jun 19, 2019 1:44:55 GMT 1
Also fuming now, Trystane stands up to his full height and glares at Balon, his hands bunched into tight fists, his whole body ready to spring into action if the Reachman made a wrong move. The violet sliver in his left eye seems all the brighter as the surrounding bronze-coloured irises burn with anger.
"I think you heard me perfectly well the first time, boy" he growls back, throwing Balon's word back at him, doing all he can not to just launch himself into a fistfight. "Take your petty insults and your gormless friends, and fuck off."
(I'm ok with this either turning into a consequence free fistfight that gets broken up before it gets too serious, or for Balon to fire off some more shots on his way out, or anything else really. He's mad Trystane angry, but hasn't pushed Trystane's big red 'provoke an actual fight' buttons, so it can escalate or de-escalate as you see fit.)
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jun 20, 2019 7:49:50 GMT 1
Bar Fight, vs. Trystane Sand, Initiative: 5d6k3 16HP: 12/12 F/I/W: 1/0/0 (I acquired 2 in my joust with Roland Crakehall but guessed at least 4 hours had passed between then and this scene) CD: 10 Thank you. In Balon's mind Trystane had given him the excuse he needed to fight. There would be no swords or daggers just good old fashioned fisticuffs. With any luck Trystane would go into tomorrow's joust with a black eye to help remind him what happened when you fucked with a Blackbriar. There was no final threat or insult, only Balon cocking his fist back to swing at Trystane's ugly face. Agreed no "real" consequences. Mostly for RP and bragging rights.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jun 21, 2019 0:34:53 GMT 1
Bar fight v Balon - Initiative: Agility (Quickness): 6d6k4 16Since it's a tie, and we seem to have the same number of bonus dice, here's the Agility only tiebreaker roll: Bar fight v Balon - Initiative tiebreaker: 4d6k4 10(let me know when you've got yours so I can tweak narration) Health: 12/12 F/I/W: 0/0/0 CD: 10
Trystane knows there's a hit coming. The look on Balon's face says it all before he even finishes speaking. Perhaps, if he was being honest with himself, he did actually want the fight. In the fraction of a second as Balon's fist launches towards his face, Trystane attempts to sidestep the punch and deliver a blow of his own.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Jun 21, 2019 19:39:14 GMT 1
Bar fight v Balon - Initiative tiebreaker: 4d6k4 10Health: 12/12 F/I/W: 0/0/0 CD: 10
In the fraction of a second as Balon's fist launches towards his face, Trystane attempts to sidestep the punch and deliver a blow of his own. Well hot dog... Bar Fight, vs. Trystane Sand, Initiative Tiebreaker: 3d6 17Trystane tried and failed to side step Balon's right cross and left uppercut though the force of the blows weren't significant. Bar Fight, vs. Trystane Sand, R1 Combined Attack: 5d6 14, 1 DoS, 2 DamageFist Damage: Base - ATH-3, +1 for Off Hand from Combined Attack. I didn't beat your passive Athletics so I did NOT Grab you. Grab weapons let you seize and hold onto an opponent, preventing them from moving away from you. Whenever you successfully hit an opponent with a Grab weapon and also equal or beat that opponent’s passive Athletics result (Strength applies), you may, if you choose, grab that opponent. A grabbed opponent cannot move until you release him (a Free Action) or until that opponent beats you on an opposed Fighting test(Brawling applies; A Lesser Action). A grabbed opponent can only make attacks using Brawling weapons or short blades. Finally, grabbed opponents take a –5 penalty on their Combat Defense (minimum 1). While you grab an opponent, you cannot move, and you may only make attacks against that opponent using a Grab or Off-hand weapon. HP: 12/12 F/I/W: 0/0/0 CD: 10 Passive Fighting: 20 Passive Athletics: 16
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