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Post by Gandalf on Jun 12, 2023 7:54:51 GMT -5
 Held at Highgarden in honour of the war’s end, Lord Tyrell invites knights from across the realm to compete in a great contest of arms. Joust:
Mace Tyrell (+2)
John Peake (+2)
Theodore Peake
Walter Whent (+1)
Lucas Whent
Lyonel Whent
Harwyn Vikary (+3)
Randyll Tarly (+2)
Brynden Tully (+2)
Melee:
John Peake (+2)
Theodore Peake
Lucas Whent
Harwyn Vikary (+3)
Archery:
Lyonel Whent
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 12, 2023 16:42:29 GMT -5
A party, bearing the banners of House Peake, arrives to the tourney. Lord John, his brother Theodore, and his sister, Bethany arrive. The brothers desire to join the Joust and Melee.
(John has +2 to warfare)
Afterward, the party make their way over to the Tyrell tent, desiring to greet their liege personally.
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From the Riverlands, Lord Walter Whent and two of his sons, the eldest, Lucas, and his brother, Lyonel, arrive to partake in the tournament of Highgarden. Lord Whent desires to join the Jousting field, a chance to earn glory and fame in his aged years before his sons take over. Lucas enters for the Joust and Melee, while Lyonel signs up for the Joust and Archery.
(Walter has a +1 to Warfare)
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Harwyn Vikary, from the Westerlands, shows up as well. He enters in for the Joust and Melee. His sons did not join him as they were busy with their duties as knight and squire in the Westerlands. His coat of arms reveals a change: where once where were two Lions and two Boar heads, diagonal of each other, two of the icons were replaced with a flaming heart. Thus revealing that he had converted to the Red Faith.
(+3 to Warfare)
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 13, 2023 4:35:14 GMT -5
The Peakes are led before the Tyrell pavilion, a grandiose and near palatial tent established out in the fields within sight of Highgarden. A city of canvas and silk had sprung up around them, and the banners of every shape and colour danced in the summer breeze.
”Lord Peake, you do me honour.” Greeted Mace, clad from head to foot in green and gilded silks. On his arm was the Lady Alerie, slender of form and dignified in her face, silver hair reaching past her shoulders and down to the small of her back.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 13, 2023 9:29:54 GMT -5
The Peakes would bow their heads to their liege. It was John who spoke for them.
My Lord Tyrell, truly an honour ourselves.
The Peakes had once been among the favored of the Reach, under the Gardeners. Under the Tyrells though, they seemed to have been a source of issue. John would like that to change for the sake of their ambitions. A tournament, like this, would serve his house well considering the unmarried state of all three.
A most glorious day for a tournament. Not a hint of rain to come.
John looks up and at the sky before surveying the tournament grounds themselves.
Will we be seeing Willas, your son, squiring his knightly mentor today?
The lad was ten and showing promise from what John had heard.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 14, 2023 3:52:27 GMT -5
”If Lord Randyll should compete in the lists, he will certainly.”
Mace answered, giving Peake a nod.
”I hope for our sakes that he does. Lord Tarly is a fine warrior, even with his crippled leg.”
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 14, 2023 9:43:16 GMT -5
The crippling of Lord Tarly, such word had certainly shocked the Reach, considering his reputation and prowess as a knight.
I believe the Reach would certainly desire to see Lord Tarly take the field, once more, and show all his reputed skill.
For a moment, Lord John surveyed the colors already here. No Tarly yet, but likely just delayed by business.
If Tarly is here, doubt I have a chance in Seven hells of showing off.
The young Peake chuckles as he turns back to Lord Tyrell.
But, perhaps, I can secure myself a marriage with all the cream of the Reach nobility here.
Perhaps even a marriage for his brother and sister too.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 14, 2023 11:06:49 GMT -5
Word soon spread around camp - a party of knights arriving from the east, the red hunter of Horn Hill on their banners. Randyll Tarly rode at the front, looking just as hard and martial as befitting the strongest of the marcher lords and Marshal of Highgarden. Willas Tyrell, his squire, rode by his side.
Randyll Tarly would join the jousting lists (Warfare +2).
After signing up, Lord Tarly made his way over to Lord Tyrell's quarters. Those who saw him walk barely noticed any sign of the grievous crippling that he had incurred battling Robert Baratheon.
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From the north, Ser Brynden Tully travelled with a small posse to join the melee and the joust (Warfare +2).
Wandering the tourney grounds, the Blackfish would soon find himself near the quarters of House Whent. He asked the guards if their lord had time to meet with an old, black trout.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 14, 2023 11:58:56 GMT -5
Wandering the tourney grounds, the Blackfish would soon find himself near the quarters of House Whent. He asked the guards if their lord had time to meet with an old, black trout. It hardly took a minute for such a request to be granted. Brynden was brought into the tent where Old Walter was with his two eldest sons, Lucas and Lyonel. Walter was drinking from a cup while his sons prepared, diligently, for their match-ups to come. Lord Whent looks at the Blackfish with a good grin. Finally got bored of mountains and hill tribes?Walter chuckles before motioning for a page to bring over some wine for their guest. It had been sometime since he last saw Brynden. Been a long time, Brynden. Hardly got to saw you much after my sister married your brother. You always seemed out of Riverrun, looking for someone to fight.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 14, 2023 15:20:13 GMT -5
It hardly took a minute for such a request to be granted. Brynden was brought into the tent where Old Walter was with his two eldest sons, Lucas and Lyonel. Walter was drinking from a cup while his sons prepared, diligently, for their match-ups to come. Lord Whent looks at the Blackfish with a good grin. Finally got bored of mountains and hill tribes?Walter chuckles before motioning for a page to bring over some wine for their guest. It had been sometime since he last saw Brynden. Been a long time, Brynden. Hardly got to saw you much after my sister married your brother. You always seemed out of Riverrun, looking for someone to fight.The Blackfish chuckled and warmly greeted the Whent men one by one. He accepted the wine and took a healthy swig. "Just a small break before I go back to hunt mountain men, don't get your hopes up. It's been too long, only caught a brief glimpse of you during the council at Harrenhal. Hoster was starring daggers at me the whole time."He chuckled to himself, though the sadness in his eyes shone through. The rift between the Tully brothers was unwanted but inevitable - Hoster would never accept Brynden's desire for freedom, and Brynden could not simply be his brother's obedient bannerman. "My spirit needs to move and fight, simple as that. I thank the gods that Hoster was firstborn, I would've been miserable as Lord of Riverrun. No, I live for war, and now that the war's over I need to find other ways to scratch that itch. What about you, Walter? Aren't you too old to play with the young lads in tourneys?"
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 14, 2023 15:49:15 GMT -5
Walter looks outside for a moment as Brynden speaks. Things were certainly active considering the persons arriving for this tournament. He then looks over at Brynden after he spoke, his lips finding the cup of wine before speaking.
Certainly, the Vale has skies high enough for you, Brynden, but I know that you are never one to stay in one place. Nothing against you, but if you were ever married, you’d certainly need a lady with good strong legs to be able to follow you everywhere.
Walter chuckles before looking at his two sons. Lucas, above them all, had been squired by Brynden in his youth. The marriage that Whents and Tullys once had certainly brought its benefits. Humfrey was due to join his uncle’s household as a knight at Riverrun.
Figured I’d give the lists one more time. Show my young boys here how to properly joust!
The Old Whent flexes his arm before giving a bearded grin.
You should know that your youngest nephew, Damon, has joined Prince Rhaegar’s household as a squire. Maybe one day he will good enough to square up with you, Brynden. Best watch out eh? As for me… I am hopeful for peace. I’d like to pass away with me grandkids running about and a good cup of wine in hand.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 14, 2023 17:06:39 GMT -5
The crippling of Lord Tarly, such word had certainly shocked the Reach, considering his reputation and prowess as a knight. I believe the Reach would certainly desire to see Lord Tarly take the field, once more, and show all his reputed skill.For a moment, Lord John surveyed the colors already here. No Tarly yet, but likely just delayed by business. If Tarly is here, doubt I have a chance in Seven hells of showing off.The young Peake chuckles as he turns back to Lord Tyrell. But, perhaps, I can secure myself a marriage with all the cream of the Reach nobility here.Perhaps even a marriage for his brother and sister too.
Replied Tyrell, his wife smiling and nodding along. Lady Olenna sat nearby nursing a bundle that was surely the newest member of House Tyrell, and the first daughter born to Lord Mace. ”I look forward to noting your success.”Mace smiles genially, hopefully the jousting would start soon. Word soon spread around camp - a party of knights arriving from the east, the red hunter of Horn Hill on their banners. Randyll Tarly rode at the front, looking just as hard and martial as befitting the strongest of the marcher lords and Marshal of Highgarden. Willas Tyrell, his squire, rode by his side. Randyll Tarly would join the jousting lists (Warfare +2). After signing up, Lord Tarly made his way over to Lord Tyrell's quarters. Those who saw him walk barely noticed any sign of the grievous crippling that he had incurred battling Robert Baratheon. --- From the north, Ser Brynden Tully travelled with a small posse to join the melee and the joust (Warfare +2). Wandering the tourney grounds, the Blackfish would soon find himself near the quarters of House Whent. He asked the guards if their lord had time to meet with an old, black trout. Mace stood and widened his arms as Tarly approached the dais. At the sight of Willas he beamed from ear to ear. ”And here rides the dashing Lord Tarly and his brave little squire.”Tyrell boomed, slapping his belly with laughter; his chiselled stomach had begun to widen and soften since his return from the war. His face had reddened slightly from drink. ”Good to see you, Randyll. Have you been keeping well? I await news of a new Tarly boy each passing day.”
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 14, 2023 17:18:33 GMT -5
John smiles at the remark by his liege, then turns at the sound of a party approaching. Lo and behold, it was the very man of the hour himself.
Looks like this tournament just got more interesting.
Lord Peake then turns to Mace and bows his head.
Fortune to you in the tournament, my lord. And perhaps, sometime, I would like to visit Highgarden to learn of your plans for the Reach. My house and I are ever ready to serve.
Serving would ensure their ambitions bore fruit after all. Perhaps even doing well at the tournament will also help raise their name from what had happened during Maekar’s reign.
After speaking with Lord Tyrell, John separated from his siblings and went to the tent of Lord Hightower. There, he requested to meet with his lordship to the guard that stood watch.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 15, 2023 10:52:13 GMT -5
Walter looks outside for a moment as Brynden speaks. Things were certainly active considering the persons arriving for this tournament. He then looks over at Brynden after he spoke, his lips finding the cup of wine before speaking. Certainly, the Vale has skies high enough for you, Brynden, but I know that you are never one to stay in one place. Nothing against you, but if you were ever married, you’d certainly need a lady with good strong legs to be able to follow you everywhere.Walter chuckles before looking at his two sons. Lucas, above them all, had been squired by Brynden in his youth. The marriage that Whents and Tullys once had certainly brought its benefits. Humfrey was due to join his uncle’s household as a knight at Riverrun. Figured I’d give the lists one more time. Show my young boys here how to properly joust!The Old Whent flexes his arm before giving a bearded grin. You should know that your youngest nephew, Damon, has joined Prince Rhaegar’s household as a squire. Maybe one day he will good enough to square up with you, Brynden. Best watch out eh? As for me… I am hopeful for peace. I’d like to pass away with me grandkids running about and a good cup of wine in hand.He let the comment about marriage pass by unanswered. It was a subject he did not like to discuss, even at the best of times. Too many expectations, too many restrictions. Instead, he cheered for Old Walter. "Gods be with you! Just don't expect me to go easy on you just because we're family. Gotta show these Reachmen what we riverboys are capable of. And congratulations to Damon! He'll go far in Prince Rhaegar's court, no doubt."He chuckled and raised his glass in a toast. "A good dream for a good man. Peace is good, but you'll always need men on the walls to defend that peace... like me. I'll probably die sword in hand, and I won't regret a thing."Mace stood and widened his arms as Tarly approached the dais. At the sight of Willas he beamed from ear to ear. ”And here rides the dashing Lord Tarly and his brave little squire.”Tyrell boomed, slapping his belly with laughter; his chiselled stomach had begun to widen and soften since his return from the war. His face had reddened slightly from drink. ”Good to see you, Randyll. Have you been keeping well? I await news of a new Tarly boy each passing day.”Randyll bowed before his lord, not even cracking a smile. He gave Mace Tyrell a quick glance and said nothing. "The same, my lord. I move forward despite my... considerations. A skilled smith from King's Landing constructed this leg brace to aid my gait."He liked to underplay how much the complex device on his busted leg made it possible for him to walk. Painkilling medicine and exercise could only do so much for him. The leg brace - hard leather straps were wrapped around his ankle, knee, and thigh, linked together by metal spines - was a marvel in Tarly's eyes and had paid the inventive smith handsomely for his work. He had yet to try it out in melee combat though, so he would refrain to do so at this tournament. "As do I, Lord Mace. For now young Willas here will have to make do, and so far he hasn't disappointed. Likes my hawks far more though than our sparring sessions, though."He gave Willas a nod and let him run over to his father. "I hope Highgarden fares well. Any new additions to the Tyrell family?"
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 15, 2023 16:03:25 GMT -5
"I suppose you're right. We'll see how long I'll keep myself entertained in the Vale."He let the comment about marriage pass by unanswered. It was a subject he did not like to discuss, even at the best of times. Too many expectations, too many restrictions. Instead, he cheered for Old Walter. "Gods be with you! Just don't expect me to go easy on you just because we're family. Gotta show these Reachmen what we riverboys are capable of. And congratulations to Damon! He'll go far in Prince Rhaegar's court, no doubt."He chuckled and raised his glass in a toast. "A good dream for a good man. Peace is good, but you'll always need men on the walls to defend that peace... like me. I'll probably die sword in hand, and I won't regret a thing." Walter glances over at Lucas and Lyonel, gesturing in their direction. They will surely hold the walls along with the knights who will be their companions and shields.Lord Whent then finishes his cup, setting it to the side as he refocuses on Brynden. So, think you can beat Lord Tarly?The man may have been grievously injured during the war, but many reported that he was well and ready to joust once more.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 16, 2023 3:14:27 GMT -5
Walter looks outside for a moment as Brynden speaks. Things were certainly active considering the persons arriving for this tournament. He then looks over at Brynden after he spoke, his lips finding the cup of wine before speaking. Certainly, the Vale has skies high enough for you, Brynden, but I know that you are never one to stay in one place. Nothing against you, but if you were ever married, you’d certainly need a lady with good strong legs to be able to follow you everywhere.Walter chuckles before looking at his two sons. Lucas, above them all, had been squired by Brynden in his youth. The marriage that Whents and Tullys once had certainly brought its benefits. Humfrey was due to join his uncle’s household as a knight at Riverrun. Figured I’d give the lists one more time. Show my young boys here how to properly joust!The Old Whent flexes his arm before giving a bearded grin. You should know that your youngest nephew, Damon, has joined Prince Rhaegar’s household as a squire. Maybe one day he will good enough to square up with you, Brynden. Best watch out eh? As for me… I am hopeful for peace. I’d like to pass away with me grandkids running about and a good cup of wine in hand.He let the comment about marriage pass by unanswered. It was a subject he did not like to discuss, even at the best of times. Too many expectations, too many restrictions. Instead, he cheered for Old Walter. "Gods be with you! Just don't expect me to go easy on you just because we're family. Gotta show these Reachmen what we riverboys are capable of. And congratulations to Damon! He'll go far in Prince Rhaegar's court, no doubt."He chuckled and raised his glass in a toast. "A good dream for a good man. Peace is good, but you'll always need men on the walls to defend that peace... like me. I'll probably die sword in hand, and I won't regret a thing."Mace stood and widened his arms as Tarly approached the dais. At the sight of Willas he beamed from ear to ear. ”And here rides the dashing Lord Tarly and his brave little squire.”Tyrell boomed, slapping his belly with laughter; his chiselled stomach had begun to widen and soften since his return from the war. His face had reddened slightly from drink. ”Good to see you, Randyll. Have you been keeping well? I await news of a new Tarly boy each passing day.”Randyll bowed before his lord, not even cracking a smile. He gave Mace Tyrell a quick glance and said nothing. "The same, my lord. I move forward despite my... considerations. A skilled smith from King's Landing constructed this leg brace to aid my gait."He liked to underplay how much the complex device on his busted leg made it possible for him to walk. Painkilling medicine and exercise could only do so much for him. The leg brace - hard leather straps were wrapped around his ankle, knee, and thigh, linked together by metal spines - was a marvel in Tarly's eyes and had paid the inventive smith handsomely for his work. He had yet to try it out in melee combat though, so he would refrain to do so at this tournament. "As do I, Lord Mace. For now young Willas here will have to make do, and so far he hasn't disappointed. Likes my hawks far more though than our sparring sessions, though."He gave Willas a nod and let him run over to his father. "I hope Highgarden fares well. Any new additions to the Tyrell family?" Willas smiled sheepishly, giving Tarly a bow before moving over to speak with his father. Tyrell’s heir was one of those fortunate youths who never grew awkwardly; everything came to him naturally, from sitting on horseback to reading history with the Maesters. “A daughter, fine and healthy.” Mace boasted. “Perhaps a fine match for my new ward. I am to expect Lord Baratheon’s younger brother, or so I am told.”
Scant reward for all the blood spilt and glory won by the House Tyrell, but Lady Olenna had been satisfied with the gesture.
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