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Post by Father on Oct 21, 2018 22:48:53 GMT 1
At a distance, Daeron at first thought his sister Mya had decided to show up naked or near enough as makes no matter, but it turns out that her gown, while being so flimsy in some places as to not conceal anything at all, the pattern sewn onto what best might be described as a fine fishnet in the shape of dragons covers the bits a man would most like to see, it does nothing at all to conceal her lithe shapes, her curves are nowhere near what might make a man turn and look, but what she lacks in endowment she makes up for in attitude ten times over. There is an undeniable appeal in the lines of her face, and with eyes like those, a pale lilac containing the fire of dragons, promising danger and adventure like no other, she just happens to come face to face with him as the music stops for one of the shorter rounds of dancing, acting as if he has no choice in accepting. "Brother Daeron, what a coincidence? I was just thinking of you and here you are? I thought prophecies only arrived by way of dream!"
Objective(Incite): Make Daeron duel Ser Farman Flowers. (There will be a D9 with plenty opportunity for such fun), effective status for forcing simple intrigue due to drawback: 10, so: Simple Intrigue (Incite): 6d6k4 21 Should be a 2 DoS success. |
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Oct 22, 2018 18:52:46 GMT 1
Mya’s appearance surprised Daeron as did her attire, causing him to lose his beat and misstep through the next few beats of the dance until he regained his footing.
“Sister, I’m glad to hear that I’m in your dreams. To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked dryly. He knew that it was no accident that she had wound up with him in this dance.
*Activate Anointed to reduce to 1 DOS
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Post by Father on Oct 22, 2018 19:21:46 GMT 1
"Don't puff your chest out so much, brother" She admonishes with a teasing smile "My dreams are reserved for our brother Daemon, for Marq Durwell and others that are able to keep on riding, it is quite disappointing when the lancing is over so soon" She licks her lips in a way that signals she is not at all thinking of jousting. "I was thinking about you, actually, our brother, the naughty one, well we have rather too many brothers, so I guess you wouldn't know which one that is, so our brother Farman, the sleazy one trying to make the eight right here at the tourney, maybe he'll succeed if that girl at the perfumed lady really is from the Iron Islands, I have my doubts." She seems most pleased with him missing a few beats and at an opportune moment she strokes the inside of his shin with her toes. "So brother Farman apparently found it good sport to tell Butterbumps of your supposed preferences, and then he laughed at him mocking you, then he laughed at you unhorsing him, uhm, unhogging? He also laughed of the little show Butterbumps made afterwards. Well, okay, most everyone did, including me, fools are funny. Had he accused me of preferring women, I'd kiss him to shut him up, and rip off that codpiece, but that probably wouldn't work so well for you, I guess."
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Oct 23, 2018 4:13:16 GMT 1
Daeron's eyes glazed over for a moment having lost track of everything Lady Mya was saying, more interested in her scandalous flimsy dress, but when she mentioned Ser Farman and Butterbumps his face darkened. Though Mya might have said more about kissing dwarves or codpieces he had stopped listening again as his blood began to boil.
Why would an entitled twat like Ser Farman say these things? No matter, I will make him recant his lies or he shall suffer the public embarrassment that he deserves.
Daeron at least has the grace to wait for the music to stop before disentangling from Mya and marching over to Ser Farman and declares in a manner loud enough to be heard by many of the dancers.
"Ser, if you have any more lies to spread about me, I suggest getting them out now while you still have time."
Threats having been made Daeron throws down one of his gloves (because he lacked a gauntlet) and waits either for an apology or for his challenge to be accepted.
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Post by Father on Oct 23, 2018 17:31:58 GMT 1
"What are you talking about, Ser Daeron?" Farman looks at Daeron puzzled and amused.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Oct 24, 2018 3:37:07 GMT 1
Seeing the slight smile on his face only infuriated Daeron and erased any doubt in his mind that Mya might have been lying to him to stir up trouble. Clenching his fist he steps forward menacingly leaving no doubt that he wasn't joking around.
"Recant your slanders or face me like a real man."
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Post by Father on Oct 24, 2018 12:08:04 GMT 1
"What slanders, ser?" He looks at Daeron askance.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Oct 24, 2018 18:16:29 GMT 1
Daeron grows tired of Farman’s games and decides to let his fists do the talking.
Do I need to roll Init and enter combat, or just a fighting test like with Butterbumps?
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Post by Father on Oct 26, 2018 19:39:05 GMT 1
The fist hits Ser Farman by surprise and he falls to the ground to the fear of ladies and multiple knights springing into action to put an end to it. "You wanted a duel, ser? Farman rises slowly, speaking in chilled tones, assuring himself that his teeth are still in place. "A duel you shall have!". To all onlookers, Lady Mya appears as shocked and confused as everyone else. It is also quite clear that Daeron is no longer welcome in the green yard.
Concealing her glee: 6d6k4 22 |
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Oct 26, 2018 20:14:22 GMT 1
Looking satisfied that Ser Farman has accepted his duel, Daeron leaves the Green Yard, head held high and eager to defend his honor, but completely unaware of the irony behind such thoughts.
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