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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Nov 7, 2018 22:35:11 GMT 1
The crowd parts when they sense the whiff of such nasty odor. Ser Jasper is about to steel himself for the reply when another knight decides to raise his voice instead "I think we all have had enough of your black ways, ser" And it is not just any knight that have decided to take Ser Jasper's place, but Ser Daemon Blackfyre, by most considered the best of the best. He steps in front of Ser Jasper, throws a glove at Balon's feet and with that he turns away to spend no more time on one who is hardly worth any more than absolutely necessary. Ser Jasper appears not to protest having another stand for him despite being more than capable of defending his own honor. The malevolent smile on Balon's face was wiped away when Ser Daemon threw down his glove. His eyes went wide, "Bu..." he couldn't even get out the word 'but' before Daemon turned and walked away. Balon glared at Jasper, the half-breed mongrel had escaped his trap. Balon stared at the glove. This can't be right. Why would he challenge me? I'm trying to rid the Reach of people who'd oppose his claim. Surely he mistook me for someone else. Lord Armond (Caswell) perhaps. Yes, that must be it. I'm one of his most vocal supporters this is clearly a case of mistaken identity. Balon looked to the men and women staring at him as he came to understand the challenge was not made in error. This is fucking bullshit! Someone clearly manipulated him to challenge me. Those Dornish cunts or that slut Mya. Ser Daemon is making a big mistake.The moment passed and people started to go about their business. I have to do something. This duel will only hurt our chances of winning the melee. I must go to him and ask for forgiveness. Maybe Lord Gormon or Fireball can say something to him. I'll offer him my sword if he'll only allow me to fight Jasper. That's a fair trade. Isn't it?Balon skulked over to a corner to nurse his pride. With shoulders slouched he brooded. I have to fight the Warrior Reborn tomorrow. What chance do I have? None. Ser Otho damn near killed Ser Mikel and he lasted less than thirty seconds against Daemon. I'm good but not that good... What will Lady Jeyne think of me, Lady Sybelle, my mother! By the Seven I hope Fireball isn't there to watch me fail. He'd be ashamed. His mental chastising went on for awhile before Balon pulled himself together. No matter. I will do my best tomorrow. I will fight with everything I have and hope to put up a respectable fight. He smiled as he deluded himself. Yes. I will last longer than anyone ever has against Ser Daemon. When our duel is over people will see my skill... and they will be in awe.
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Post by Father on Nov 8, 2018 0:03:55 GMT 1
Lord Reynald, at first seems unfazed and uncaring, but the words said in his presence have already sent his mind wandering, considering the possibility that it might be true. He had ruled out Bittersteel being the one pursuing the falcon so relentlessly, the pattern were there but not so clear as Alliser had been convinced of. Still, there are ways to solicit reactions that would provide clues, Bittersteel is after all, not known for his subtlety, which is why he had not been behind the attack upon his house. It would, however, be fortuitous if the drunkard Lord Shermer were to provoke the Great Bastard into throwing down the gauntlet, but alas, the sod was already swimming so deep in his cups that nobody understood what he was ranting about, and Lord Reynald could not risk any further agitation. A pity, chaos at Smithyton would be to his advantage. Stirring the nest: 5d6+3 13 Not high enough.
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Post by Parmen Redwyne on Nov 8, 2018 5:38:21 GMT 1
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Post by Father on Nov 8, 2018 15:40:32 GMT 1
Lady Shiera regrets not having warned Balon of this, the boy needed to learn. In her mind, the likelihood of someone having prepared for Balon doing something like this was higher than him actually going through with it. She had not imagined that Blackfyre awaited in the snare, but at least Ser Daemon would not bruise him beyond the need to force a yield. And yield her son must, preferably after a good showing, but disturbing the image of Ser Daemon as invincible with Blackfyre in hand would be unfortunate. And Balon will be needed in the melee. All this she would need to lecture him about, but would that he could find some reason in that thick skull of his to listen to. Thick skulls might be useful for stopping blows to the head, but surely, not taking blows to the head in the first place was better? However, he did have the right idea, and with a few quick subtle words in the ear of Ser Jasper, the bastard of Old Oak adds his blade to those offering to face the Scorpionbane. Blunt instruments were incredibly useful, but power resides were men believes it resides, and thus the one shaping their beliefs also holds the power. A pity that her two oldest sons are growing up to be blunt instruments to be wielded by others, just as her idiot husband. Hopefully the third might not be similarly poisoned, but Donnel the woolhead wanted him, too, to grow up to be a fool with a strong swordarm, just like his father. At least she had a daughter.
Shiera: Stirring the nest: 6d6k4+2 19Triggers Jasper: Answering Insult: 6d6k4+4 25 6d6k5+4 33 Is 7 DoS to answer Ser Gareth's challenge.
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Post by Ser Donnel Blackbriar on Nov 8, 2018 18:27:26 GMT 1
When Ser Donnel recieved his invitation, he had no doubt who he would honor. Ser Bryce had been with him in both peace and war. When ser Donnel was grim at heart, Brycie had always managed to cheer him up. Both cheerfull and stalwart, Lord Bryce had made an impression to everyone who met him. "If I may have a word!" Ser Bryce had always made fun of how Donnels deep, soft voice never carried, but grief had made ser Donnels shyness dissapear. "I knew Lord Bryce for decades before he was taken away from us. And just like you, I saw the pain he carried his last years. We know the darkness that spread after his wife died. Yet Brycie always carried a torch through the darkness. His laughter boomed, lighting everyone who heard. Though we are saddened by his passing, let us all take a part of him with us, let us all spread light, into the dark hole he left in our hearts. Let us be like Brycie, who could create light in darkness." Ser Donnel holds his breath for a second before continuing: "Brycie was with me in war, and where I went to kill, Brycie would save lives. While we all hid behind our shields in the face of arrows, Brycie would run, and aid those who fell. He would bring them to their feet, and back into line, risking himself to do so. Under horrific conditions, he saved with the same bravery he killed with. One particular man he saved, I can still remember: This man had not lost any limbs fighting, This man had lost his very soul in the fighting. He had killed men until his very humanity had left him. His hollowed eyes only sparked to life as blood ran across his face, his only wish to feel the sensation of killing again. Where others raised walls around themselves to not see the monsters war created, Bryce charged down to this fallen comrade. He put a light in this mans eyes, he gave him a hope, he aided his faith, as he carried him into the realm of the living. And as long this man lives, the bravery and compassion of Lord Bryce will never be forgotten! As long as we all remember the deeds of Brycie, we will never forget our gods. For Bryce was truly not just the warrior, he was all the aspects of the seven, and though his road was hard, his steps never faltered." Raising his cup, ser Donnel shouts: "To Bryce!" Later, after a few more glasses of wine, Ser Donnel finds himself face to face with Marq Durwell, the man that so easily brought him from his saddle. With a firm hand, Ser Donnel stops him straight in his path. He lets his intentions remain hidden for a moment more, before he raises his cup: "To Marq Durwell, a worthy finalist to the joust!" Even later, when Lord Gareth tries to spin the death of Lord Bryce his own way, Ser Donnel, clearly a bit intoxicated, decides to answer the challenge. "My lord Gareth! I must ask you to retract your statement, I will not allow my good friends name to be used for anything but praise. If you do not go back on what you said, I fear I will have to answer with throwing down my gauntlet, as Lord Bridges would have done, had he still been with us!" Gaining entrance to honor the dead:: 5d6k3+6 22 [Success] Honoring the dead (Lord Bryce) Persuasion Charm: 5d6k4 19+1 Disposition from Bridges. (Lord Tyrell, Lord Durwell, Lord Mullendore and Ser Desmond Bridges) Toasting a worthy adversary (Marq Durwell): 5d6k4 17+1 Disposition Marq Durwell. Answering the insult of lord Gareth: Answering an insult Status reputation: 6d6k4+7 21 (2 DOS) Answering an insult Persuasion convince: 6d6k5+7 27Ser Gareth does not gain +1 Fire. Rewards: -Succeeding on at least one honorable activity and take no aggressive activities: +1 Chivalry/Virtue -Succeeding on three honorable activities: +1 Chivalry/Virtue
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Post by Titus Blackbriar on Nov 9, 2018 2:16:09 GMT 1
Tonight was to be a night of somber sorrow, a night to honour the dead, not to dig up their corpses to serve as symbols. Balon and Titus arrived together to the Great Hall but as the night progressed and Balon’s words grew more and more spiteful against the dornish, Titus kept away from his brother.
Had he learned nothing?
Same poison, same hate. Fireball’s hate and Fireball’s poison made manifest in his brother deeds and words. Perhaps it was for the best that they both left Gyldenhaal. But where were mother to send him? The Riverlands? What difference would exile in the Riverlands make?
Throughout the evening Titus kept his distance to Balon but always kept weary of him. What he was doing and to whom he was speaking. He was only too far away to drag him away from Jasper Flowers before understanding what Balon was trying to do.
Then everything changed.
Blackfyre had a calmness about him. A supreme dignity and total confidence. No show. No huffing or puffing and no doubt. When he spoke it was of action and consequence and nothing else. Titus could see more and more why many would see him King. He wouldn’t kill Balon, surely. He might harm him but maybe for the best?
Maybe Daemon Blackfyre could teach his brother that which he, father and mother had failed to?
Humility.
Updates original post with fluff as well
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Post by Father on Nov 9, 2018 18:10:23 GMT 1
Lady Jeyne meets the eyes of Parmen for a brief moment before looking away. Then she savagely adds to Lord Gareth's accusations, piling it on about House Bridges bringing such doom upon itself by allowing the infestation of Dornish to fester and now the wound is feasted upon by it's maggot offspring. Snakes in the Grass (up the ante): 6d6k4+4 19 is 3 DoS.
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Post by Parmen Redwyne on Nov 10, 2018 21:52:20 GMT 1
AwarenessFoul Mood: Awareness: 3d6 16Honoring the Dead – Lord Bryce {D9} Foul Mood: Honoring: Persuasion(Charm) [TN 12]: 5d6k3 14Parmen had never met the late Lord Bridges before the tournament but he had served beside him and Lord Marq as sub-commanders to Ser Donnel and had been impressed by the old warrior’s hard-won experience, martial skill, warmth and humility. Parmen took a few minutes to offer condolences to Lord Bryce’s family and to share with them the lasting impression that the man had left on the younger knight. His words seemed to offer some comfort to the grieving kin who shared their own thoughts on the legacy that Lord Bryce had left behind. {OOC: All for now. May play out a couple of additional tests if I have time this weekend and depending on various NPC reactions
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Post by Father on Nov 12, 2018 14:03:47 GMT 1
Lady Kyra utters a few choice words in the presence of men she knows will repeat them as their own ideas, words are wind, travelling through the air, and predictably the naive lord stands up against the vicious slander spoken by Lady Maegelle, though the Cordwayners have all beaten a hasty retreat, the Lady under the cover of a borrowed cloak, they surely must have heard his challenge. Stirring the nest from a distance: 7d6k4 16 2 DoS, triggers: Answering Insult: 7d6k5+8 31 5d6k4+8 27 7 DoS
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Post by Father on Nov 12, 2018 14:20:15 GMT 1
With a word whispered to his cousin about how not only his arrested uncle, but sister, mother and himself had been implicated by Lady Jeyne, Ser Farman knows how to play upon cold logic to make the counting frame jump to the conclusion that it is best that he be seen standing up to such accusations.
Farman: Stirring the nest: 6d6k4+3 22 3 DoS, triggers: Desmond: Answering Insult: 5d6k4+6 23 6d6k4+6 25 5 DoS Farman's deception should beat passive awarenesses, but the possible implications of Ser Desmond getting beaten in this duel (aside from the side of fire getting a point) should be clear to several PC's.
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Nov 13, 2018 11:47:06 GMT 1
[Updated original post with final roll (Picking a fight v. Ser Simon) and filler]
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Post by Father on Nov 13, 2018 13:51:19 GMT 1
Go fuck yourself, ser! Simon is already deep in his cups when approached by Mikel. "No wait, I will fuck you, with my sword!" He is the only one around finding his words funny.
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Post by Father on Nov 13, 2018 21:04:26 GMT 1
Bittersteel attempts to set Ser Patrek Florent to challenge Lord Ulbert over his daughter's wild Dornish behaviors, but Ser Patrek is a fox, too clever to go into the trap. Lord Gormon, however, need only mention the likelihood of Lord Willum getting himself killed by challenging Ser Normyn and insisting on partaking in the melee due to accumulated injuries for the gallant Lord Starling to step up and offer a challenge of his own.
Bittersteel: Stirring the nest: 6d6k4+3 15 1 DoS Gormon Stirring the nest: 7d6k5+3 24 3 DoS, triggers: Willem: Answering Insult: 2#7d6k5+6 25 33 7 DoS. Challenging Normyn(Maegelle)
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Post by Father on Nov 14, 2018 21:40:35 GMT 1
Lady Helicent turns to the Red Lion about the need to stop that foul mouth of Mya Rivers, and sure enough Ser Robb does not find it difficult to agree to throw down a figurative gauntlet in front of the Great Bastard for any knight willing to support her words to pick up, most are reluctant, both for facing such a powerful warrior and for standing up for her filthy tongue. Exchanging a glance with Bittersteel, Ser Quentyn Ball decides to take matters into his own hands, noticing that Mikel already would fight with Simon on the morrow, there is an opportunity to call his liege out on allowing upjumped knights of the hedge embarrass themselves so in such company. However transparent the politics behind it might be, Lord Ulbert is faced with little choice but to challenge Fireball in return. Few would notice a golden dragon finding it's way from Lord Mullendore's hand into that of Lord Durwell, those having paid attention have noticed the many such "noblemen's bets" between them ever since they squired together for Lord Bridges, sometimes harmless, sometimes causing minor grief. Usually mischief, usually about making a certain someone acting in a certain way, sometimes to help a friend help himself, sometimes to embarrass the haughty other times for their personal amusement. If the bet concerns anything that has transpired this eve, who can say? And there would be a large selection of candidates, from the introduction of Lady Maegelle to the interior of a cake to Ser Sebaston offering a challenge in the direction of Ser Aemon, it did not sound too friendly, however much he claims to simply desire a friendly rematch, and apparently out of a desire to show the Lady Lysette and her father that he is the better man.
Helicent stirs Robb Reyne against Mya Rivers Stirring the nest: 5d6k4 20 2 DoS, triggers: Answering Insult: 8d6k6+10 29 7d6k6+8 29 6 DoS Fireball challenges Lord Ulbert Picking a Fight: 4d6+2 22 Success. Marq stirs Sebaston against Aemon Stirring the nest from a distance: 8d6k4+3 23, triggers: Picking a Fight: 4d6+3 20 Success.
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Post by Parmen Redwyne on Nov 15, 2018 6:07:33 GMT 1
Lady Jeyne made eye contact with Parmen and he gave her a small, noncommittal nod. It appeared that she too had received a letter and had made her choice. Parmen did not fault her for her decision but he had chosen a different path and would follow it through. Not that he needed to advertise his choice. At least not until he identified the blackmailing little shit. Ser Parmen witnessed Ser Mikel's challenge and Ser Simon's drunken acceptance. It was a brave act, although one that was likely to have extended ramifications. Ser Mikel for all of his obvious knightly qualities, was an outsider while Ser Simon Tarly was the son of one of the mightiest lords in the Reach. With the rest of the crowd was focusing on further grandstanding from other lords and ladies Parmen took the opportunity to sidle up next to Mikel. "Ser Mikel, that was a brave and noble act, challenging Ser Simon for his treatment of young Paxter, a squire who you barely even know. You earned my respect for your performance in the tourney when you stood up to the Brute of Bracken and you earned it further here. My brother and I have also confronted Ser Simon. He was given the opportunity to apologize and has shown his true colors. A reckoning will come but it does not have to rest on your shoulders or through a formal duel. After all there is a melee coming up...
"My brother Roland, is captain for one of those teams and my brother Sandor and I are on that team as is Lord Redwyne, our father. So are our cousins and uncles. So are many of their sworn swords and companions. Our family is rather large and Ser Simon's brutality to Paxter has not been lost on any of us. Ser Simon will find himself with rather more attention than he had hoped for."
"I understand if you feel that you must go through with this challenge but do not think that you must do it for Paxter's sake. Justice may be slow but the Redwynes are patient. And angry"
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