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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Mar 4, 2017 8:30:05 GMT
"I enjoyed besting Hoster." Willem replied. "A lot. Dacey I figured I'd rather fight before she turned on me. Better to catch her unaware. Seems it worked." He paused mulling over the fight. "I fought well. But I'd dare say I had some good fortune on the day too."
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on Mar 5, 2017 2:21:28 GMT
"I think that's what a lot of fights come down to. I know it did for me..." Yoren said as he moved a hand up to the mop of brown hair on his head and parted it. As he held some of the hairs up, and others away, a line could be seen, as well as a bit of an indent. "When I fought in the war, I took an axe to the head. Slept for 3 whole days after, but I woke up..." He said, moving his hair back in place as he looked back to willem with a smile.
"I think luck played a part there. Or the gods. Probably both..." He said, thinking to himself as his eyes drifted up towards the ceiling a few moments, lost in thought before he snapped his attention back towards willem, "Point is...luck's a big part of fightin. Doesn't matter if it helped to win or not."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Mar 5, 2017 3:30:22 GMT
"What did you wake up to?" Willem asked. "A maester?"
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on Mar 6, 2017 19:12:26 GMT
Yoren kept his smile as he looked down to his drink, "I...I think the people assumed I was dead. When I woke up, I remember seeing the sky, bluer and clearer then ever before..." He said as he looked down to his drink, the smile fading a bit, "And the bad smell hanging in the air. I was where I had hit the ground, surrounded by other dead bodies. I figured the fighting was over, so I walked home." he said honestly, remembering the confusion and terror at waking up among the dead, yet to be cleared fully from the battle, and picking his way through them in order to make it back towards the riverlands.
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Mar 6, 2017 23:45:01 GMT
"So they left you?" Willem responded. "Must have been a mighty whack to the head."
He glanced over in the direction of Mors, hoping he would hurry up with their drinks. "It all worked out I suppose, through the grace of the gods. Or the strength of your helm. Are you competing in any of the remaining events?"
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Mar 7, 2017 7:36:09 GMT
Overcome by pure boredom, Belric escaped the Great Hall to join his friends drinking in the commons. For a tournament, everything seemed incredibly dull.
Making a loud entrance, he shoved his way into the group, voice booming. "If some'n doesn't get a fuckin' drink in my han' quick, I'm startin' a fight. An' all you assholes are gonna have to deal with it." He was clearly already drunk, but it wasn't a bluff. He turned, his eyes falling to Yoren, expression shifting as he noticed his knight for the first time. "Where the fuck you been?"
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on Mar 9, 2017 7:54:39 GMT
"Belric!" Yoren said with a smile as he rose to his feet, reaching down and getting the drink he hadn't touched and bringing it over towards Belric, handing to the man as he laughed, "Would you believe me if I told you I hand't the foggiest?"
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