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Post by Lysette Starling on Jun 28, 2018 5:04:53 GMT 1
Just behind Ser Roland was a young woman who, without saying a word, drew the eye like a lodestone. It wasn't just the beauty in her face and form, though that was something to behold...it was in how her smile always seemed directed at the one watching her. How her eyes would catch and hold and include you just for a moment in what seemed, by the delighted twinkle in them, to be a wonderful world devoid of whatever was troubling you. Clad in a gown of white, with yellow embroidery rising up her sides and then across the modest neckline, she almost seemed to be wearing a cloud barely hiding the sun.
She demurely stepped forward to receive the hospitality of the Tyrells, observing the ceremony with a kind of fastidious earnestness uncommon in her elders. Still young, or at least innocent, enough to believe in the heart of this ritual rather than to see it as a necessary evil.
"Lysette Starling," the woman said with a gracious curtsy. "Lord Starling is my father. Somehow, when I was younger, despite all the time he spent with his men training and on the field, he still found time to sit with me and tell me the stories of wars fought at the side of House Tyrell and its banners. Tales of small men and great, brought together by the dream of seven kingdoms united as one, bound by bonds of courage and honor. Even in these days of peace, my father and the Companions keep their blades and wits sharp at tourneys."
She gives Leo an admiring smile. "And he has often spoken of our Lord Tyrell's skills at the list. I greatly look forward to seeing with my own eyes, and having those tales to tell all the children I have yet to have."
Lysette then gives a curtsy to the Lady Rhonda as well. "I've heard much of my Lady's ability as well, with the harp and with wisdom far exceeding her years. The Seven smile on me that I was old enough to be here." She offered a timid smile here too and added, "Perhaps, if their goodwill allows it, we might hear some music from her before we depart back home?"
She then glanced behind her quickly and apologized to the Lord and Lady. "I'm holding things up, forgive me. Perhaps we might speak again later?"
And while such a thing might be discounted as a polite farewell in some circles, Lysette did indeed circulate back towards the Tyrells as the nobles chatted later on...
Phase 1
6 total DoS: +1D on Phase 2 test, Tyrell Disposition +1, +1 Glory
Phase 2 (OOC - lol, and I promptly forget to keep another dice then...however, both the dropped dice were 1's, so I suppose it's 25 then, which is 3 DoS if that matters)
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Jun 28, 2018 6:40:13 GMT 1
Mikel entered the Great Hall to partake in the bread and salt ceremony with the Starkwood procession. While he was no stranger to tournaments being part of a House and engaging in the formalities and pageantry of the Nobles was new to him. He wore a doublet and trousers which mingled dark blues and greys together, clean boots and sword belted to his waist.
“Thank you for your hospitality Lord Tyrell, it is an honor to be here.”
He appreciated this new experience but he had no desire to get pulled in to deeply. See it, perhaps learn to understand it, but do not become submerged in it. After saying the least that he could to Lord Tyrell he began making his way slowly around and observing the Hall he was in and those who filled it. If anybody recognized him, which seemed unlikely, he thought they would be even more likely to stay clear of him given his common birth.
The majority of his interactions were friendly smiles and respectful nods. A few times it seemed somebody might be coming his way but he managed to maneuver himself away without appearing to have noticed them coming. He often looked for those of his house to gauge how they were faring as he made his way around the hall and enjoyed a cup of wine after it was offered.
*NPC interaction at DM's whim*
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Jul 7, 2018 5:43:28 GMT 1
Dressed in fine green cloth with silver trim that shows off his own gold-silver hair and a silver three-headed dragon prominently emblazoned on his breast, Ser Daeron Waters is one of the many islands of Old Valyria in a sea of Andals. Although he came in with the rest of the Starling entourage, Ser Daeron, a knight and Great Bastard, couldn't resist the chance for his own moment in front of an assembled crowd. After Lord Willem had given his own introduction, Ser Daeron, the Silver Dragon took a moment to kneel in front of the Longthorn. "My Lord, I would like to humbly thank you for hosting this great tourney and for providing the opportunity for so many knights to show their prowess in the lists. I look forward to the challenges in the days to come and may we honorably encounter one another." Although he had been noticed by Lord Tyrell, as Great Bastards are wont to do, his attempted monologue wasn't half as inspiring or clever as it was in his head and led to him being dismissed halfway through. Having been dismissed by Lord Leo, Daeron took his bread and salt from his hostess before setting out into the rest of the Great Hall to see out lords that might appreciate him more. Spotting the graying head of the legendary Fireball Daemon seeks out the great warrior, eager to take in his war stories and hear news from the Crownlands. Rolls:
Step 1 Status (Reputation) Bread and Salt-Status: 6d6k4+5 24 -2 DOS Language Bread and Salt-Language: 3d6 10 -Failure Step 2 Status (Reputation) Bread and Salt-Meet Fireball-Status (Reputation): 6d6k4+5 21 -2 DOS |
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Post by Father on Jul 8, 2018 12:16:57 GMT 1
Lord Alliser Levalle commands respect even though his reputation is rather dark, the cold stare given him by Lord Tyrell may have put him off his edge, though more likely he is simply serving up the standard platitudes just to get over with the charade so that Lord Leo cannot find any fault with him. Lady Ashara spies the gaze of Lord Eldon Merryweather in the corner of her eye as she approaches the Tyrells. He watches her intently, licking his lips as he undresses her with his eyes. Many lords and ladies nods their heads in approval of Lady Laena's fine words, a very proper demeanor for a widowed bastard. Doubly so when she comes to the rescue of Ser Balon's great embarrassment. All eyes fall upon Lady Lysette as she approaches, whispers of the heir to Kingsbridge being a woman with all it's intriguing implications fills the room only to die out so that all may heir what she speaks, they are still discussing when Ser Mikel approaches, likely only the Tyrells were close enough to hear whatever he said given the noise of a hundred voices of admiration and wonder. Alliser Levalle: Status: 6d6k3+3 20language: 5d6k3 8[Throwing in some aid to the underpopulated house, he fails] Aladale: +1 glory +1 Tyrell Disposition Laena: +1 Glory +1 Tyrell Disposition +1 Virtue Aerion: + 1 Tyrell Disposition + 1 Glory Lysette: +1 Glory +1 Tyrell Disposition +1 Virtue Scoring 3+ DoS Total: Gain +1D on the step 2 test. Success on all three tests: The disposition of Lord Tyrell improves by +1 for the duration of the tourney, +1 glory. 6+ DoS Total, +1 Chivalry/Virtue. Highest Total DoS (and success on all three tests) among those actively speaking favorably (or unfavorably) of King Daeron or Daemon Blackfyre at the reception: +1 Blood or Fire point, marking you as a known vocal supporter of that faction. |
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Jul 22, 2018 10:32:03 GMT 1
Titus participates in the Bread and Salt and on the way to his turn he thinks of many things to say All of it rubbish though, Balon has always been the better talker of the two of us...
Seeing his older brother falter his throat dries up and he accepts the bread and salt without attempting to draw attention to himself. Taking a leaf from his father's book he stands back, mingles with old acquaintances and tries to make new. Does not attempt any rolls but open to NPC interaction on Narrator's whim, I realise I'm almost two days late though so understand if not
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Post by Father on Jul 22, 2018 11:09:34 GMT 1
[Yeah, narrator whim now is no onscreen conversation]
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