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| Magister | Jul 9 2015, 02:49 AM Post #1 |
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Sunspear's weather was a brief lull for the blistering rays, instead a fresh rain and cloud cover had appeared over the great city. The Martells had organized a great tournament in light of recent events. Servants and bannermen had been running back and forth from inside Sunspear into the city beneath it's great shadow. The Tournament at Sunspear's attendance was at an all-time high for the Dornish people, every single one of the great Houses of Dorne had appeared, and even several of the prominent Essosi members of Court had invited their courts from the cities of Pentos and Norvos in order to witness the tournament. The city was alive with fervor and giddy anticipation for the day's festivities. The reason had been a relatively small one, House Lake had been promoted into the noble position at Greenlake, a honored title for the family of former servants, but ultimately a small and meager excuse for a holding; they lacked power, funds and most importantly, influence. With fewer than ten sworn swords to his name, Elian Lakes had agreed to this tournament to give him the opportunity to take all three. He warned his three sworn swords of the days festivities, and they each had a part to play when they time came. The other reason was the celebratory feast for the newest member of the Lord's court at Sunspear, Ryloth Gargaren. A highly sought position, the whispers in the castles and courts of minor lordings pointed to his skill at intrigue and his cunning brain, he was to be a shrewd and decisive retainer of Sunspear, and Lord Nymeros was in need of talented people. The lords had taken their seats along the terraced awning below the festivities, this time placed in the event of rain instead of the drought that had plagued the Dornishmen for years. In front of them the servants had been setting up the lanes and been taking care of the horses for the day's main event, the joust. Anders Yronwood, a burly man nearly fifty stood among the crowd, never much of a social navigator, his prowess in battle lead him to often making bold, shocking remarks that won him fewer allies than friends, but his holdings allowed him some leeway. Lord of the second strongest House in all of Dorne, he made an appetizing target to any ambitious nobles, hoping to wrest him of his friends and defeat the man off his field of choice. Anders Yronwood
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| DornishSwordsman | Jul 9 2015, 06:12 AM Post #2 |
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Ryloth Gargaren made his way into the tournament dressed in his finest garb, freshly groomed and shaven, and getting visible attention from several in the crowd due to his attractive appearance and demeanor. Sellers of various food and wares clawed for the attention from any passersby, but Ryloth wasn't interested in what they had to offer him. Instead, he had his eyes on Anders Yronwood, whom he could barely make out in the distance. Ryloth sought out Anders Yronwood with the intention of exploiting Anders' unlikeable nature to increase his already growing number of enemies and to isolate him from his allies even further. Anders seemed like an easy enough target, but Ryloth didn't want to get overly confident in his ability to converse. Ryloth thought of the different conversational permutations in his head as he walked towards Anders, but settled on trying to startle Anders with his bluntness. "Anders Yronwood?" Ryoth said, as if being an old friend. "I believe I've heard your name around the brothels. Is it true what they say?" He paused. "You have a rather meager member?" [result]21&3:5:5:3:3,5d6,2,21&5d6+2[/result] ([result]3&3,1d6,0,3&1d6[/result]) |
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| Magister | Jul 10 2015, 03:03 AM Post #3 |
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(Ander's Composure: 12->9) Flummoxed and speechless, Anders Yronwood let a moment of silence pass him as he stood angered and wounded. A man of tradition and honor, he could not let such a slight pass through a lips of some lordling, from a House barely noticeable in the courts of Sunspear, the Lord Yronwood felt that their was no place for new blood in their power games. He could not bash their brains against his hammer, and he could not send a mounted charge through their lands, but he could break him with a good word, and he had several choice ones for the heir to Salt Shore. " You dare insult me? I refuse to be kowtowed by some a lord of dust and sand. Try me boy, I've broken more firebrand lords than I have helms of armor, care to challenge me like a true lord would? " Lord Yronwood's Taunt Roll: [result]14&6:1:2:5,4d6,0,14&4d6[/result] ([result]6&6,1d6,0,6&1d6[/result]) Elian had been treating with Lord Martell himself, Nymeros the Cunning they called him. He had felt taken by the man's wit the second they met with each other, their eyes locked and at once Nymeros had seen Elian's visage he knew all that he had planned. Elian was here to make alliances, to meet with other nobles of his station and forge alliances, to gain a little more influence among the Dornish nobles and increase the strength of his own House. Nymeros has seen all of this when they locked eyes, and knew of the ringers he had in the games that would allow him to make a great showing, to gain more influence than he should have. " Try not to embarrass too many of my Court on the field. They'll come to expect it from you. " Nymeros said to him. " What do you mean, my Lord? " Elian responded. " A Braavosi Water Dancer, and a spymaster skilled with a bow? " Nymeros said, gleaming as he knew far more than he let on. " Speak with the right people and this tournament can prove to be very fruitful for you. " He said, lead by a handmaiden back into the crowd of guests. Elian stood awed by him, his liege lord had known all the pieces in the game they were playing, and he could do little else but smile. Following Lord Martell's lead, he began speaking with others. Coming upon the crowd of nobles that had gathered around Lord Yronwood and another person who had engaged in a duel of wits for all the nobles to see. Edited by Magister, Jul 14 2015, 05:06 AM.
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| DornishSwordsman | Jul 14 2015, 05:12 AM Post #4 |
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(Ry's composure 12->6) Confident that Anders was not stupid enough to attack him before a joust, he studied Anders' mannerisms, speech, and demeanor to see if he could glean anything important from it. Read Target Roll: [result]21&1:6:6:5:3,5d6,0,21&5d6[/result] ([result]9&3:6,2d6,0,9&2d6[/result]) |
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| Magister | Jul 17 2015, 01:42 AM Post #5 |
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Elian had approached the center of the ground to find Lord Anders Yronwood engaged in a match of wits with another noble, Elian had not seen him at the other gatherings and tourneys, and had assumed that he might have been a lesser noble, or possibly the Gargarlen boy that he would be sharing this tourney with. Elian knew from serving the Dalts that the Lord Yronwood was far more show than actual talent, a lot of strong words, puffing and snarling, but he was very unlikable among the other Nobles, his power extended only so far as his banner Houses, and a tenuous relationship with House Allyrion that his daughter had fostered through marriage. Since House Lakes had quickly made enemies with House Allyrion, Lord Yronwood would have been an easy target to strike a blow to Ynys and House Allyrion. " I would like to hear the man speak, it's not often you get someone who can stir Lord Yronwood into a frenzy. " Elian said, partly in jest, partly in measured step. If he could bolster the man's voice he would; let another man hold the dagger. Elian's Mollify Roll: [result]9&4:2:1:2,4d6,0,9&4d6[/result] Mollify Difficulty: 12 Anders turned to face his newest opponent, the Lakes boy had been little better than a handmaiden for the Lemons, but now he was acting as if he had a right to speak to him in such a way. The arrogance that they had displayed only increased in anger, two children spouting haughty nonsense, playing lord until a Lord would put them in their place, he realized. House Yronwood had been around since the Andals created the Seven Kingdoms, lords of sand and the Boneway, they had lost everything in the war against Nymeria and the Martells. Just like that they had thrown from their kingdom, forced to serve as lapdogs for the Martells for well over six centuries. Every year hence they've lost power, even now they were losing their closest allies like they were diseased, soon they would have nothing left to stand on. Every tourney and marriage had to count, and every show of power needed to met with one of even greater force, otherwise the ancient Yronwoods would be extinguished, all while he looked on, Anders thought. " House Yronwood has stood since the Age of the Andals, I am the Bloodroyal, I will not have my honor questioned by two minor Lords. " He snarled. Lord Yronwood's Shield of Reputation Roll: [result]22&3:4:6:4:5,5d6,0,22&5d6[/result] Elian's Passive Will Result: 12 Ryloth's Passive Will Result: 16 |
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| DornishSwordsman | Jul 17 2015, 02:09 AM Post #6 |
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Ry had heard of Elian before and knew that he was a strong and competent conversationalist that had been known to use his abilities to bend others to his whims. Ry was flattered that Elian would become involved in his small scermish with Lord Yronwood, and Ry felt more confident that the two of them together could take him down a peg or two. "Forgive me my Lord," Ry said to Lord Yronwood in a sympathetic tone. "I was never one to make a good first impression." He paused. "I merely thought that you would be interested in what your people were saying about you and your house behind your back." Ry gave Elian a look, as if to suggest that they both lie to him. Deception: [result]20&5:1:1:6:3,5d6,4,20&5d6+4[/result] ([result]5&5,1d6,0,5&1d6[/result]) |
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| Magister | Jul 17 2015, 04:22 AM Post #7 |
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(Lord Yronwood's Composure: 8->1) For a moment he was at a loss for words, Lord Yronwood realized in that moment that he had overplayed his hand too quickly and for too long, the other nobles had been watching and he was being outwitted by two men half his age. The Gargalen boy returned every volley he made, and he knew he would not make any progress with him, the Lakes boy had also complicated matters. Rather than continue and make an even bigger full out of himself, he chose instead to withdraw to spare him the shame an ire from the other nobles. " Fie to them, if I wanted the opinions of men half my stature I would have asked for them. " He huffed. Returning to his seat along the gallery, the other nobles had returned to their seats as lord Nymeros began the festivities, below them men jousted, spears splintering to the excitement of the crowd. Elian's own squire, Meria Dalt had joined the tourney at the allowance of their Liege Lord, sixteen and full of vim and vigor, she was rivaled by Harold Drinkwater, Lord Yronwood's own knight who carried the honor of the second-strongest house in Dorne on his back. Elian had taken it place at the right hand of Nymeros himself, Ryloth to his left as the honored guests were given a brilliant view to the combat occurring below. |
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| DornishSwordsman | Jul 17 2015, 06:38 AM Post #8 |
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Ryloth was charmed to have made an impression at the pre-game festivities by besting Lord Yronwood, but he was more interested in the events that were about to transpire at the tournament. Ry knew that there were grander plans afoot and he was certain that the results would be in Nymeros' favor. |
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