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[WanderingJester]

Celena Lannister


The Center Stands, Melee Pit, Westerlands.



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Lady Celena Lannister took a sip of cold juice from her cup, as she sat by her eldest brother and his soon-to-be lady wife. As the hosts, nearly every seat with the best view of the pit were filled by those clad in red and gold lions or silver and grey unicorns. Of course this was the best view of all the spectators, and out of all the spectators, all highborns had the best seats. Celena looked over Kylie next to her, and stared at the thousands of lowborns that have gathered to witness the violence that was to be unfolded in front of them. Not all of them were peasants and workers of the Westerlands however; many of the interested parties were sellswords, eager to cheer on their comrades that were joining the melee, to watch and jeer as their bets either pay off or not, or both. The Lion Maid was also aware of her handmaiden's eyes darting over to several different knights, but as for herself, she paid most attention to the one with the black lion painted on his shield. The visage caused shivers to go up and down her spine, and brought back the screams and cries of mercy from Tarbeck Hall.


Celena also knew that her lord brother had not missed this figure, and saw him speak briefly with one of the Lionguards nearby, who retreated form the stands. No doubt there would be guards readied. If this was a long lost Reynes coming to avenge his family, he showed his hand too soon. This may be a nonlethal melee, but Tiber would not hesitate to have the knight shot down in front of the crowd here. Why should he? The Merry Lion's smile didn't even waver when he ordered every man, woman and child's public execution during the last war, and that was in front of an army of thousands more. She took another sip of her juice, closing her eyes briefly before opening them and scanning over the participants, now littered about the field in order to gain the best starting positions before the fighting starts.


One of the fighters, with a tan shield and a white lance on it, looked uneasy, as though this style of fighting was not something he participated in often. Another, with a bloody rose pierced by a sword painted on his shield, contrasted the fighter by looking almost bored. A large man wielding a double bladed blunted axe looked menacingly at a knight across the field from him. The individual glared back, two blue stripes painted on his shield and a blunted sword in his hand. Elsewhere there was a eccentric individual preferring a spear, which to Celena seemed insane, but who was she to tell some lad off if he wanted to get his face beat in by some knights? Aside from the Black Lion, there were other notable entries. A son of Hightower was in the pit, along with that of a trout of Riverrun and Lawsen Clegane, who surprised Celena by not having at least one of his hounds by his side. No doubt the rules prohibited dogs being in the pit due to an unfair advantage. Perhaps he might be a surprise.


Celena waved back when Kevan waved in their general direction, though less enthusiastically than Leanne. Her attention was drawn to the side when she heard Kylie gasped, and her hand went to the hidden dagger in her dress. The Lion Maid relaxed when she saw the smile and excited pointing by her handmaiden, and with a frown, looked to where she pointed. A few knights, with the blue falcon, just stepped on to the field, led by who she strongly suspected as either Tiberious or, the more likely, Trevir Arryn. Judging from the uncomfortable shift in feet by the figure at the roar of the crowd, her suspicions about the latter was correct. To her side, Kylie giggled. "Do you think you'll show him some mercy this time my lady?"


Celena gave her a polite smile, "that would depend upon his performance."


Kylie rolled her eyes, "a bit unrealistic with your expectations aren't you?"


Celena almost shrugged, "not a penny. After the embarrassing fool he made of himself at Her Grace's coronation." She thought about it and said, "I wonder if he'll lose concentration if I wink at him during the melee." Despite themselves the two of them giggled together, as they did so many times when they were younger. As they composed themselves, the Lion Maid saw the Tully delegation beginning where the Lannisters ended, along with the Brackens. At the head was the fabled Lady Barba of Riverrun, who she ascertained given the demeanor of the men around them. What seemed intriguing was the redheaded woman next to her, who seemed eager for the tourney to start, looking as excited as any child in the stands do as well. The Lion Maid shook her head; do they only raise babes at Riverrun? Before she could follow that train of thought though, her elder brother had stood up next to her, and the crowded cheered as he raised his hands to greet them. A group of heralds had been strategically placed around in order to repeat what the Lord of Casterly Rock spoke, though from Celena's experience, Tiber should be able to make himself audible to all the highborns at least, and to be honest that was all that really mattered.


"My lords and ladies! My dear family and friends! My love, Leanne Brax, and I welcome you to our wedding tourney! We hope that you have been enjoying your festivities." The crowd cheered louder. Celena thought about the simplicity of being a lowborn. Toss a bit of gold out, or flashed a famous coat of arms, or throw a few whores at them, and they would swear to singing your praises until the eternal winter comes. Nonetheless, her brother seemed to take in the scene well, and when the cheers died down a bit he spoke up again. "Well, let me not delay our entertainment any longer. May I present to you, our brave knights of the realms! These individuals have willingly entered into this melee, for honor, glory and a fine prize for the victor! Join me in welcoming these valiant fellows, and may the Warrior guide one of you to victory!" The crowd cheered again, while the knights of the pit looked to Tiber. Celena clapped and saw some saluted them, others gave the stands a nod. Some just stared on silently.


Tiber waited the crowds lowered their volume again, before speaking one last time. "Now, without further ado, let the tourney, and this melee, begin!" Banner carriers waved the Lannister flags around as Tiber picked up his goblet, and poured its content onto the field. Instantly a crash occurred as nearly a hundred combatants rushed at each other. Celena saw that the man with the double sided axe went straight for the blue and white striped knight, and vice versa. Several of them also rushed the Black Lion and the Spearman each at the same time, while Kevan seemed to be in the cluster that involved Lawsen Clegane. Notably, no one seemed to want to engage the White Falcon and his comrades, with the few that strayed too close getting dispatched relatively easily. She had lost track of the Hightower in the midst of the fighting, but could see that the Tully Knight holding his own, despite what she perceived as sluggish movement.


Two individuals had decided to squire off directly in front of them, the uncomfortable looking knight with the tan shield and white lance, and the one with the rose and sword on his shield. If it weren't for the fact that Celena knew barely anyone from the Reach came, she might have suspected a Tyrell participating in disguise. The two went back and forth, though it was easy to see that the Rose Knight was more in his comfort zone than the Lance Warrior. Even by being far from the lowborns and the sellswords, the Lion Maid could hear shouts ringing in their direction.


"Come on Long Lance! Don't take that shit from him!"


"Kick his ass! For Rose and Honor!"


With a quick flurry the Rose Knight drove the Lance Warrior back, until the fighter's back hit the bottom of the stands. Following the others, Celena stood up with Kylie to get a better look at the action almost directly below them, as did many others around them. Sensing the end was nigh, the Rose Knight stabbed his sword forward, and even with the blunt edge stuck it directly into the stands' support, just as the Lance Warrior ducked out of the way. Swinging his shield around, the latter bashed the former's side, driving him to the ground and disarming him, as the sword remained in the support. Rather than to concede defeat however, the Rose Knight tossed aside his shield and tackled the Lance Warrior in one quick motion, taking his opponent to the ground by surprise. They wrestled for a bit, before the Rose Knight managed to get his hand on the other man's sword, and prepared to stab down on the man. A heavily accented voice reached Celena's ear. "Stop! I yield!" With that it was all over, as several Lannister helpers half walked, half carried the Lance Warrior out of the pit, while the Rose Knight gave a quick bow to the stands, and handed over his opponent's sword to one of the helpers, and ripped his own out from the support. He turned back to the fray just as Celena heard the cursing from the lowborns as some men groaned at the misfortune of betting on the wrong man, and Celena looked back into the melee itself, to see if anything interesting have occurred since then.


@Leusis


@AnnoDomini


@Hypnos


@Fezzes


@Lancelot


@Akio


@TheAncientCenturion (If you want to magic Viserys to the melee somehow, I won't question it)

 

[Leusis]

Roland Wilds - Casterly Rock - Melee Pit

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Shifting his gaze slowly from knight to knight Roland focused only on the combatants around him. Watching every subtle shift in their stance and grip to judge which ones were the most dangerous. He could see clearly that all but one of the knights eyeing him were young, likely having never participated in actual battle. The one however that seemed to carry himself with any authority however was obvious a mercenary of some sort, likely a captain of one of the companies though he had no clue which one. Faintly listening to Tiber speak Roland glanced over the crowd, his sharp eyes noticing several lords and ladies eyeing him, the only ones he knew being Celena and Fryda. Both were beautiful young women and he did not mind their eyes being on him as so long as they were not shy of violence they would soon be impressed. Snapping back into focus just as the banners started waving Roland took in his surroundings quickly, easily noticing all five of the knights who had been eyeing him rushing in his direction. Taking a deep breath the metallic stench of his helmet and the sweat of his brow filled his nostrils on the warm summer day. Shifting his stance slightly he could feel the earth beneath him was solid. Knowing that no muck or mud would hinder his movement he felt confident he could dispatch them all as quickly as his body would allow.


Raising his shield to his left the oak of his shield would slam against the steel of a sturdy mace. The force of the impact sending a shock through his arm he ignored it. Turning on his heels to wheel around to the side of his aggressor he raised his sword. Bringing it down with percision and as much might as his sword arm could muster the steel of his blunted blade bit into the top of the mans helm. Despite the smooth edges of the helm meant to deflect blows Roland's aim was to precise, striking the helm in its center, the only area in which a blow would not glance off. An impossible blow to land in the heat of combat for most warriors and a true testament to the level of skill Roland held above likely all of the combatants. Continuing his spin around the man after his blow landed Roland placed the knight who's knees were now buckling between himself and his next assailant.


Using the dispatched opponent as a buffer he would bash his shield into the back of the mans head to send him stumbling towards the mercenary captain on the mans other side. Having stalled the captain for a short while Roland was confident he could defeat the three remaining young bloods in a matter of seconds. Raising his shield to catch to blades on his left side with the iron rim of his shield he shoved hard, forcing them both to stumble over each other. Using the time this gave him Roland quickly swung his sword to deflect the incoming strike to his right. Raising his shield to bash the knight to his right in the face Roland would follow it up with another bash aimed at his chest. Just as intended the young knight obviously used his sword to block the blow as best he could. Sadly however this left him open to an overhead strike, bringing his blunted blade crashing in between the narrow separation between the boys pauldron and helm, the sound of his collar bone shattering was followed by a horrific scream of agony as he fell into the dirt.


It was at this point that Roland swiftly turned to face his two previous attackers only to be struck in the back by the captain he had distracted earlier. A foolish mistake, getting caught up in his current opponents and not checking his surrounding at all times. The shock of the impact caused Roland to stumble forward a step, bringing him closer to the two young bloods, one of them with a shield painted with a blue rose and the other with an ox head. Raising his shield swiftly to bash the one with the rose under the chin he raised his blade to counter the ox knights. The blue rose knights helm tumbling to the ground Roland would swiftly jerk his head forward, slamming his metal helm into the handsome boys face, bloodying him and likely breaking his nose. The boy falling to the ground he screamed out "I yield!". Raising his shield to his side Roland blocked the impact of the captains sword that was aimed at the side of his head, sending him stumbling to the side as the ox knights blade separated from his own.


Tired of being attacked from two directions Roland faced them both, looking at both of them through the slits in his helm, a few calm breaths escaping his lips as he strode forward. Ducking under the captains sword Roland easily took notice of the ox knights raised head, leaving just enough room for him to slide the rounded tip of his blade under his helm and into his throat. A very precise measure of force was applied with the jab, leaving the ox knight unable to catch his breath but still under no threat of death. Dropping his blade the ox knight clutched for his throat and began shambling his way out of the pit as he gasped for air.


It was at this point that Roland was left alone with the captain, the mans confidence obviously fading quickly as he searched nearby for any help he could possibly receive. Finding none the captain would ready himself as Roland waited patiently, keeping close concentration on his surroundings. Stepping forward in one swift movement Roland aimed to bash his shield into the mans face, but as expected he raised his own shield to block. However Roland quickly maneuvered around his opponent, aiming a swift strike of his sword for the back of the captains knee. Barely able to keep himself on his feet the captain staggered forward only to be met with the iron rim of Roland's shield slamming into his ribs. The air being forcefully removed from his lunges the man attempted to turn and face Roland, swinging his sword wildly. Dipping only inches underneath the blade Roland swing down on the mans wrist during his back swing. The crunch of bone could be heard as the captain dropped his sword, his hand going limp as his wrist had obviously been broken severely. Raising a boot to the mans chest before he could catch his breath to yield he would be sent to the flat of his back, where Roland would stand over him. The tip of his blade pointed at the mans face Roland stared down at him as he yelled in a pained voice "I-I yield!".


@WanderingJester

 

[D3lmoniko]

Lawsen Clegane, and the Clegane Band.


Casterly Rock, The Westerlands, Mele Pit.


Lawsen heard what Tiber had to say. Looking around him, he measured each of his opponents. He took a short stare at Roland, remembering what his sister said. Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought, and he saluted Tiber, when the others began to cheer. In the meantime, Liana smiled as she saw her brother, unknowingly doing it. It was something about him that made her not to hold any grudges.


Fryda smiled as Roland looked at her, winking in his direction. She stood straight, but Gendry saw her winking, then looked at Roland, then back at her. "Fryda... I don't think that would be wise." She still smiled. "Oh shut it Gendry." The Lapdog did not retort back, instead clearing his throat.


The fighting began, and Lawsen saw himself in front of Kevan Brax, his lord's brother-in-law. Kevan had a rather clean-looking armor, polished and almost without battle marks. His sword seemed new as well, compared to Lawsen's rusty mace. Kevan charged at Lawsen, trying to get the upper hand on him. The pup simply took a step to his left, the young lord dashing forward. Turning fast, Kevan lunged at Lawsen, but the young pup blocked it with his shield. "Come on little lord. Fight!"


That angered Kevan, as he simply swung his sword again, managing to scrape Lawsen's armor. That made him smile under his helmet. "That's it!" Now, Lawsen began to swing his mace at Kevan. Using his shield to deflect, he could feel the impact of the hard mace. Lawsen might have looked weak, but he still knew techniques. His strikes now aimed at Kevan's shield. Panicking, The young lord swung his sword at Lawsen as well. That left an opening, as the pup deflected his strike with his shield, and swung his mace at the shield, making Kevan to lose control, and fall down.


Lawsen's leg came down on the lord's sword hand, as his mace was aimed at his face. "Yield." The young lord was stunned, looking at him with fear. A mercenary was heard yelling, charging not for Lawsen, but for Kevan, trying to deal a blow on him. Lawsen grunted, and, with a swing, hit the mercenary in his side, a rather gruesome sound came from the mercenary, as he practically flew for a few feet before landing on his other side, turning belly up, grunting. Kevan rose up in this time, looking at the Pup. He could've hit him, but instead, threw down his sword.


Lawsen turned to him, as Kevan bowed. "I yield to you, lord Clegane." Lawsen was caught by surprise. Nonetheless, he drew closer to Kevan. "Never turn down an opportunity to kill someone." "You saved me." "Honor counts for nothing in the chaos out on the field. Keep that in your mind." All of this discussion was done fairly fast, as Lawsen basically from one side of Kevan, to his other side, looking at anyone who would want to attack him.


Liana raised up from her seat, smiling and raising her fist. "Way to go Lawsen!" Rupert, next to her, simply smiled, arms crossed to his chest. Gendry let out an air of relief, as the lord survived. Fryda, however was looking at Roland, then at her brother. He gently applauded her brother, but then her eyes quickly moved to the victorious Roland.

 

[Grammatic]

South of The Neck





Marching in tight ranks moving south, the soldiers of House Reed and its vassal houses moved with purpose across the barren fields. Since recieving the call south, Artillus had moved his forces out the moment the last stragglers had arrived at the encampment back in their home territory. With little contact with the main northern force, Artillus was forced to risk crossing across possible hostile territory to reach their destination, without the security of a much alrger force. Riding in the center of the column with his vassal lords, Artillus wiped the most recent plotch of sweat from his forehead. The south, as he was coming to realize, was annoyingly too hot.


Hearing raised voices to his left, Artillus turned to see three outriders exitting the tree line next to the column, each wearing the colors of House Reed. The soldiers quickly made way as the riders rode towrds Artillus, their horses panting from the recent expedition. The leader of the party, Artillus's most veteran scout, bowed quickly to him, before taking a swig from his flask.


"We have scouted for twenty miles in all directions of the main column, my lord. We aren't finding any traces of the main force, or any other force for that matter either."


Looking at the man for a moment, Artillus quickly turns to look back over the column, before turning to the horn boy in the back of his party. "Call the column to a halt." Turning to the lords around him, he shrugged his shoulders, before wincing slightly, as the horn sounded across the column. Almost in unison, the marching soldiers came to a halt, and a few turned their heads to see what the change of orders was about.


Quickly addressing the lords, Artillus layed out the assignments. "Lord Blackmyre, Lord Boggs, and Lord Greengood, you will have your men establish palisides and trenches around the outside of our camp. Lord Cray, Lord Fenn, Lord Peat and Lord Quagg, you and your men will begin setting up the camp. My men will head into the forests to begin hunting for game." Nodding, the mounted lords turned and began shouting orders to their men, as Artillus turned and gestured to his officer at his side. As the clomun broke ranks and the men began moving about their asigned tasks, Artillus looked up to the sky above him, and let out a deep sigh.


Nothing was going as planned these days...

 

[Hypnos]

Agnes Tully

Tourney Grounds, Casterly Rock, The Westerlands.​

Resting comfortably upon her seat within the high stands of Casterly Rock's impressive tourney grounds, Agnes Tully let out a sigh of anticipation, the young trout eager for the festivities to begin. It wasn't the melee that had her upon the edge of her seat, though she would admit to being enamoured with the knights and their beautifully ornate armour, each warrior wearing a lord's ransom upon their back, their swords likely the pride and joy of smiths from all across the known world. No, what Agnes was looking forward to came after that, after the last man had lain down their sword and the fighting was long over. Agnes longed for the wedding itself, a celebration of the union between her cousin Lady Leanne of Hornvale and her new husband Tiber of the House Lannister, a chance to reunite with those family who Agnes had not seen in many moons, and a place to celebrate a union of love, something she looked forward to especially since she had no celebration of her own.


She looked at the people below, admiring the line up of warriors who had come to test their metal in the melee, recognising a few from her home in the Riverlands, though most were unknown to her. She eyed Ser Eustace Darry with a smile, the old knight offering a brief wave before continuing to chew upon his favourite sourleaf, leaving the hair upon his beard redder than Agnes' own. He was an old friend and had been captain of Riverrun's guard since before even her father was born, squiring for her grandfather: Lord Walder, during the war of the nine penny kings, and earning acclaim along side his brother as the 'Plowmen of Darry', well renowned for their ability to mow down their enemies like a plow to soil. Of course, like many things, fame faded with age, as did ability and the man was not likely to win any honours upon this day, not that he expected to: "Let me bash in a few heads and I'll go home content" he was heard saying before he signed up his name "Fighting always makes me feel young again" she smiled thinking about it, watching him jape below with a knight of House Piper, only half paying attention to his opponents.


Her gaze then turned to her cousin, Ser Kevan of house Brax, the son of her great aunt Morye and the brother of the bride, he was waving towards his sister and family in the high box, Agnes letting out a slight chuckle, he was a sweet boy if nothing else, and had always been kind, she just hoped that those he faced didn't beat him too hard. She continued to watch the competitors for a time, taking particular interest in the two mystery knights, who had entered into the fray. One, a Dornishman, judging by his foolish choice of weaponry and the other a large man baring a black lion upon his arms, a Lannister perhaps? Though non were unaccounted for, the man possibly being a Lannett of Lannisport, or other distant kin to the Lords of Casterly Rock, the man piling Agnes' interest as he readied his arms.


"My Lords and Ladies..." Agnes looked up as she heard Lord Tiber speak, politely applauding as he delivered his speech, her eyes now transfixed on the combatants below, each readying their weapons for the fight, looking on anxiously for Tiber to finish "...May the warrior guide one of you to victory" Applause defended her for a second as men began to fight below smashing and stabbing at each other with whatever weapon they had thought to bring, not the finest display of chivalry, though it wasn't supposed to be, more of a pit for the men to test their abilities with the restrictions of a joust.


Her eyes were drawn for a moment to her cousin Kevan, who was swiftly knocked out of the running by a knight with three dogs upon his shield, Agnes offering him a sympathetic smile and his vanquisher a well deserved clap. On the other side of the field was the mystery lion, carving through the competition like a knife through butter, easily defeating his foes, she could see her sisters eying him up from the corner of her eyes and knew that he would be their topic of conversation for some time now, that was the bonus of mystery knights, all the skill without any bad qualities.


Ser Eustace was faring well too, though it was plain to see that he was not as fast as he once was, and the old man had taken a hit to the knee from a young lad with a mace, causing him to move sluggishly, though he was still able to remain in the competition.


Agnes dare not look up for even a second, fully engrossed in what was turning out to be a very intense melee.

 

[D3lmoniko]

Lawsen Clegane.


Lawsen turned around, looking at the scene. He saw the one he had signaled : Roland. A mercenary ran towards him to try and ambush him, but Lawsen blocks the other mace with his shield, then using the mace to throw the mercenary down. Walking forward, he did not pay the merc no mind.


Fryda looked at her brother with terror. 'Oh Seven Hells...' Her right hand went to her neck, slowly grabbing her necklace. Gendry did wonder why Fryda was so fearful. Neither did Liana, or Rupert. "What is it Fryda? You alright?" Fryda didn't move her head, it stayed in the same position as before. "Yes Liana, yes."


Lawsen arrived at Roland's side, and, with a groan, he swung his mace at his side, not enough to kill or immobilize, but enough to seriously shake someone. Fryda let out a gasp of terror, her hand now gripped tight on her necklace.


@Leusis

 

[Leusis]

Roland swung downwards on the grizzled knight that faced off with him. Obviously an experienced combatant he parried flawlessly, something that gave Roland enough of a rush to be excited at the prospect of their fight. A flurry of blows was exchanged between them as each struck, parried, and pivoted around the other, each of them looking for an opening. Luckily Roland's came first as the older man obviously did not hold the endurance of his youth and he began to slow. Striking quickly with iron rim and the edge of his sword in quick succession Roland would slam his blade into the side of the old mans leg. Falling to the side Roland would bring his sword high before the man muttered "I yield" followed by a jovial laugh. He had likely come here to simply relive his youth, and despite his edge he did very well, sheer experience keeping him in the fight with Roland for some time. Perhaps if he had been a younger man the bout would have been much closer, and Roland respected that.


Relaxing his sword arm Roland reached down to help his opponent but was met with a searing pain in his ribs as a steel mace collided with his breastplate from the side. Stumbling to the side quickly Roland managed to find his footing and turned to face his attacker before they could bash him again. The three hounds of House Clegane is what he was treated to, painted on Lawsen's shield. The man had blind sided him while Roland was trying to help up an honorable combatant, something the crowd would likely frown upon, though Roland doubted that Lawsen cared. All the pup wanted to do is win, that's all he had ever wanted, even before he was the lord of his house. Nearly calling out to Lawsen to taunt him Roland bit his tongue, knowing the young lord would recognize his voice if he spoke.


Instead Roland simply moved forward, striking at Lawsen's left shoulder with noticeably slower speed and strength as he had not yet recovered from the initial blow he had taken from the mace. Despite this however his precision and technique were still flawless despite the growing pain in his side, his full attention focused on combat. He wouldn't be defeated by Lawsen, he couldn't, after all, even if the man was a skilled fighter he was no Trevir Arryn or Martyn Lannister, and Roland would be damned if he lost to a lesser man.


@AnnoDomini

 

[Mion]

The Mele Pit, Casterly Rock, The Westerlands.


POV: Lyonel Hightower


Lyonels eyes opened as he heard lord Lannister call for the fight to begin, he raised his shield and took a defensive stance with his shield in front of him and sword over his shoulder ready to swing.


He tried his best to stay on the outskirts of the mele so that he would not get caught in the cluster of swords and bludgeons, his plan for the mele was to be patient and only engage when necesarry and to keep notice of his surroundings, the last thing he wanted was to be eliminated by being taken from behind or cornered.


Fortunately the focuses of attention seemed to be the mystery knights, the black lion and the spearman, and since the action seemed to gravitate towards them Lyonel decided to distance himself from them. Even so Lyonel was not kept waiting long before he was rushed by a young knight, the young man lunged at him with his sword stabbing into Lyonels shield which managed to absorb the damage. Lyonel then swung his sword down from over his shoulder to meet the knights second swing and as the swords clashed in the air the young knights arm shook from the impact, Lyonel waited for him to recover and try attacking him again, once the knight took his next swing Lyonel shield barged his sword knocking it off to the side leaving an oppertunity to smash his sword into the knights side. The impact left the knight holding his side and he backed away slightly, under his helmet Lyonel smiled, he enjoyed combat but in tourneys he would wait until his opponent is ready rather than capitalizing on his opportunities and as the young knight rushed forward he swung his sword overhead, Lyonel managed to raise his shield in time to catch it in the air and went to deliver a knee to the knight, unexpectedly he was met with a fist that sent him reeling and luckily the young knight returned the favour which made Lyonel laugh as the knight once again rushed towards him with the point of his sword, Lyonel braced for impact and leaned against his shield initaly being pushed back but eventually held his ground, he then twisted his shield to tilt the sword giving him the opportunity to step to the knight side and land the knee that was meant for earlier which caused the knight to groan and fall to his knee, Lyonel followed with a knee to the shoulder which sent the knight rolling, as Lyonel approached him the knight held his sword up in a guard, taking it as an invitation Lyonel swung his sword down with a powerful strike sending shock down the knights arm, it was a surprise that he rose his sword to meet the next one but this time a large groan escaped him upon impact. With Lyonels power increasing with each strike the young knight seemed to realise where this was heading, he barely managed to get his sword up this time and Lyonel managed to smash it right out of his hands and before Lyonel could strike again he heard "I yield.". To which Lyonel responded to by dropping his sword to his side, Lyonel helped the young knight to his feet and gave him a pat on his back before he made his way off the field.


Lyonel then quickly rechecked his surroundings, it seemed the Black Lion had already eliminated a number of opponents and was now facing off against a knight boasting the three hounds of House Clegane. Lyonel decided he would continue to hold his ground on the outskirts, the young knight had warmed him up and Lyonel was ready to continue the fight.

 

[D3lmoniko]

The Pup VS The Iron-Blood Knight


The blow struck hard against Lawsen's shoulder, recoiling from the sting of the steel blade crashing against his armor. It was only due to sheer tenacity that Lawsen was able to block the flurry of incong blows that Roland rained down upon hi with blade and shield alike. Both cobatants gritting teeth and squeezing their hilts until their knuckles were whit they fought on with the intensity of four men. Lawsen's initial attempt at hurting Roland seemed successful as it allowed him to move at an even pace with the superior warrior and even press him at times. However for Roland it was getting more and more obvious that he was recovering from the initial strike, and he was merely holding back his recouperated strength to trick his opponent.


In the stands, Fryda was on her edge, looking at the two trading blows. She was fiddling with her collar, as her breathing was getting heavier and heavier. 'He won't kill him. Lawsen won't do that...' She said in her mind, trying to convince herself. However, Liana was in cheer, so was Rupert. "Crack his head!" Came from Liana. Gendry looked at Fryda, putting a hand on her shoulder, to try and comfort her.


When unleashed Roland attacked Lawsen with a flurry of blows that bewildered the crowd, the precision and technique of the attack nearly overtaking Lawsen. But Lawsen was a brutal man with the cunning of a fox, or perhaps three hounds. Focus his attention and strength into Roland's shield he continually bashed his own shield and blade into it whenever he got the chance. Without realizing he had not fully recouperated Roland was sent reeling with the pain that overcame his ribs from the constant pounding of his left flank. This gave Lawsen the opportunity he thought he needed as he lurched forward like a hound on the hunt, swinging his mace to slam into Roland's ribs once again. However his blow merely glanced off of Roland as he whirled around to Lawsen's side.


Darkness was all Lawsen could see after Roland's blade crashed into the side of his helm. But it was not because he was unconscious, instead Lawsen's helm had simply turned on his head and blocked his vision. Using the rim of his shield to turn it back he faced Roland as they both released deep breaths, both of them obviously exerting a large amount of energy in the nearly minute long exchange of blows. Knowing it was Roland within the suit in front of him and having a vague idea of what he was trying to do posing as a mystery knight Lawsen through his mace into the mud before calmly speaking "I yield".


The roar of the crowd came after, though unlike most would probably expect the cheers came to both combatants as they had both showed he magnificent level of skill and stamina while fighting each other. Fryda smiled and let out a sigh of relief, while Liana grunted, and Rupert was left dumbfounded. "... Idiot." Liana calmly said, crossing her arms to her chest, looking at the battleground. Being led off the field Lawsen would recieve cheers from the lowborns, some speaking of how the hound faced off with the lion and survived, a tale that would likely be remembered in the Westerlands for years to come.


Collaboration with the magnificent @Leusis

 

[Akio]

When the battle started Cayden found his eyes taking in everything as the world exploded into motion around him, but yet he was temporarily in an area of calm so it seemed, as everyone rushed in different directions. He couldn't notice everything but he saw different fights break out as dozens of warriors slammed into each other quick and fast, the rose wrestling with the lance while the dog toyed with some younger knight in the middle of the vast center melee while the falcon and his companions tore into everyone around them. Naturally the majority of his attention was on the warriors rushing him from multiple directions. There was a total of four, 3 directly charging him and one edging at his side. Two of the ones charging him were fairly green and young moving like fighters who still had to think about their movements before they acted while the one edging at his side was even worse considering that every clang around him seemed to make him flinch like this was his first time in anything other then the training yard in scale and his shield unmarked. The last one seemed fairly good, a bit older with more experience obviously edging behind the other two to let them bare the brunt of his attacks and moved smoothly and confidently through the field in a way that could only be obtained by experience on the field bearing the sigal of house Rykker. Either way, he couldn't help but think this could be interesting.


Stepping forward from the wall to give himself some breathing room he twirled his spear, his fingers dancing across the length as his spear blurred as it spun in quick arcs, in a way an experienced warrior would know was more to show off then any kind of combat usefulness but never the less required a certain display of skill that showed the first hint he was perhaps not as simple as he appeared in plain leather armor with a spear in a melee. The first to reach him were the two younger knights from the front, ones shield displaying the Tree cat of house Myatt and the rooster of house Swyft marking them both as Lannister bannermen, Swyft a few steps in front of the other as they charged him with shields raised, obviously trying to get in the range of his spear. He shifted, making it seem like he meant to move to the firsts man shielded right causing him to raise his shield a fraction higher only for Cayden to suddenly throw himself into a blur of motion as he shifted his entire weight to the other side darting forward. The clumsy counter strike didn't even manage to glance off his leather armor as the knight of house Swyft through out a desperate attack as he tried to turn and catch him which only through him further off balance as Cayden spun around it. However his target was not him but the man behind him, who panicked slightly at the sudden attack, swinging his sword in a deadly arc at his head.


Cayden slid slow, his foot sliding out even as he ducked under the blow, so close he could feel the wind ripping off the steel breeze over his head as his opponent fell over his own momentum with the sudden obstacle in front of his leg into the other knight in a tangle of metal and steel. With those two indisposed for the moment and even providing a small block to the path to his back while struggling to untangle themselves from the one creeping around at his back he focused his attention on the man in front of him. "I'm not letting you hide in the back." He thought as his spear rose to meet the mans blade coming down over his shoulder and he caught it on his spear, feeling the shock of impact run through his arms as he forced the spear head and sword to the ground, pinning their blades for the moment. He stepped to the side, half spinning his spear as he out maneuvered him and sliding to his side and slammed the end of the shaft of his spear into the back of his head and knocking off his helmet and sending him stumbling forward. He heard the clank of armor behind him and spun his spear in an arc to give his space, causing the plain shielded knight to flinch back and block with his shield blocking the spear as he struck out with his own blade, his action surprisingly swift if simple but it a match of agility he stood little chance as Cayden was a blur, pivoting to rain blows on the side of his sword, forcing him to reach across his sword arm with his thick shield or risk parrying with his sword as his spear flicked in and out, fainting high and aiming low as he struck at sword, groin, and eyes, as he started falling behind against his extreme speed as Cayden's spear scored on a hit on his armored shoulder, leaving a long scratch and a bunch of other smaller, little cuts on his armor. However Cayden was forced to turn and block using the shaft of his spear to block a stabbing blow from Rykker, pushing the blow up into the air to knock the blow aside and forcing him back several paces only to then turn and flinch back, sliding to dodge an attempted cut from the man at his back which scratches his leather armor with the tip to no serious affect while he slams the end of his spear into his over extended hand and with a brittle snapping sound he cries out dropping his sword after Cayden broke most of his fingers, yielding screaming his yield even as Cayden pivoted and slammed the side of the head of his spear against Rykkers sword to knock it aside then pivoting to continue the momentum of his spear and bring it hard into Rykkers temple as he went to bring his sword back into position, the fact he lost his helmet earlier coming into affect as his head snapped to the side and he was knocked out instantly making Cayden half wonder what kind of head ache he would wake up with, if at all.


The two men down, one on his knees clutching his hand as he struggled to rise and the other passed out on the soft ground, he turned and looked at his two other opponents who seemed dumbstruck, having now untangled themselves in the few seconds it took Cayden to dispatch the other two. He glanced back to make sure no one was flanking him and one he was satisfied no one else was coming quite yet he smiled under his helmet, breathing calmly as he tried to keep as much stamina as possible for future fights as he approached slowly. The two men looked at each other before trying to start to edge around him again. Not wanting to be attacked from two sides yet again, Cayden explodes into motion, thrusting forward with quick, stabbing motions at both of them, forcing them to defensively block with their shields, the situation made easier by the fact they accidentally got into each others way, their lack of battle experience showing now as they stumbled over their blocks and counter blows to his irregular movements. They stalemated for a quick moment as they drew and parried and struck, Cayden blocking with the spear head and shaft and constantly was moving spear whirling in his hands at he slashed and stabbed and blocked, trading blow with the two eveninly even as he sought to outmaneuver them while half waiting for them to make a mistake to make his move. That mistake came when one of the warriors, the knight of house Myatt grew impatient with the exchange and tried charging him head on to bash him with his shield. Rotating as he faked a blow high so he would cocked his face he rotated around the mans shield and ended up behind him, bringing his spear down to the back of his knee, sending him to one knee as he buckled while Cayden shoved him on the back with the heel of his boot, sending him to the ground with the sudden force. Cayden turned and caught the sword of house Swyft knight low and with the head of his spear and then struck out with his shaft hard into them mans ankle, causing him to stumble as Cayden reached out, actually grabbing the hard rim of the mans shield and pulling him forward with it and out of position before letting go and swiftly changing which hand his spear was in so with his other hand which had pulled forward his shield as he grabbed his dagger and put it to the mans neck, letting him feel the cold steel on his neck. "I yield..." He said his voice thick with pain. Cayden turned to the last who was struggling up and darted forward, slamming his sword to the side of his sword and hand, knocking it away as he stepped on his wrist, pinning it, and putting the spear to his neck in silent threat, held in one hand closer to the head for a more steady grip while the other held his dagger. "I-I yield." The man said half unwillingly.


Cayden offered an arm to help him back to his feet, they had fought fairly well for their lack of experience and he helped the man up and sent him on his way while going to check on the knight of house Rykker, sheathing his dagger as he checked the mans pulse. The man was alive to say the least, and he dragged him to the corner of the arena so he wouldn't get trampled as his squire ran to the edge of the arena to help him while Cayden turned to watch things again. The melee was confusing though not as much as battle and he could see a few things had happened. The black lion had dealt with his 5 opponents and was now dueling with a man with the 3 hounds of house Clegane, sword and shield against mace. They were both incredibly quick but eventually as he watched in quiet fascination the lion winning the day though it seemed to him the dog could have fought awhile longer in a life or death situation. "That man is skilled." He said looking at the lion thinking to himself, "Perhaps even better then me." He thought to himself as he refocused most of his attention on his surroundings, avoiding a fight with the black lion for now. While he likely had a better chance taking him on while he had most of his breath the winner would be uncertain and even if he did win if the fight became extended he would be mostly out of breath if he won. He circled to the right, away from the lion as he continued to hug the edge while notice of his triumph, while partly overshadowed between the fight of dog and lion had not gone unnoticed as many of the commoners around him cheered at his triumph and some high lords found their eyes falling on him now that the fight between dog and lion was done, as both mystery warriors proved themselves quite able warriors while Cayden all warmed up for battle now stalked the edges like a jungle cat. Confident and waiting for the moment to strike as he remained patient, his startling blue eyes scanning the field as he waited for his next opponent.

 

[LittleWolfie]

The Martell Sisters


The Stands - Melee Pit - Casterly Rock
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It had been such a long journey up from Dorne, especially since only Arianne had ever left Dorne before. I mean Elia had travelled around Dorne sure but that was it but poor Liana had never even left Sunspear so she was completely in awe. Although it was safe to say she wasn't too happy about having to ride in the wheelhouse since she didn't know how to ride a horse but she'd get over it. Besides, there was another issue pressing on the girls' minds which none of them like at all: the fact that Elia was using this trip to forge alliances which meant only one thing for the siblings and that was marriage. None of them liked the idea at all, Elia was most at peace with it but that was because it was her duty and she was all about her duty to Dorne and her people. It wasn't her fault though, she had been raised to be the Princess of Dorne in all her glory and lead their people. There had been some struggles after she ascended earlier than anticipated by many years but these things happen and now almost all of Dorne was at peace with it's neighbours at least, if fragile, since Elia stopped the raiding. But much work was to be done, especially with the war ahead which Dorne was not intending to sit out of completely. But there was no shadow of a doubt that Elia was going to be ordering her siblings to marry, not asking.


Right now though, their focus was on the melee in front of them. Well, it was supposed to be. Liana couldn't care less about the fighting, it wasn't really of interest to her. Instead she was watching the crowds, nobles and commoners alike, trying to understand them. People watching was a habit of hers, she liked to figure out how people ticked, try and work out their secrets and habits. They were both predictable and unpredictable at the same time and it fascinated her no end.


Arianne was the opposite of her younger sister, the fight was everything to her. Her eyes were firmly glued to the fighting as she just wished that she was down their as part of it. Sadly for her it had been forbidden by her older sister. Still at least she got to watch it which was better than nothing. In her head the young woman was analysing every movement she could, working out different techniques and betting with herself on who the best fighters were.


One fighter however, felt oddly familiar to Ari, almost like she knew the fighter. The style was one she knew for sure she just couldn't quite... by the gods. It was like the pieces finally clicked in her brain and Arianne shot a look at her sister, recognition dawning, just as her Elia gave her the same look.


It would seem that their brother had returned to Westeros.

 

[LittleWolfie]

Astris Baratheon


Casterly Rock
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The young doe had done a lot of thinking since her conversation with Tiber Lannister it was safe to say. Her mind had wrestled with who she'd become for her brothers and who she might need to become now. All because Astris was dead sure her brother had given up on her, clearly only caring about the clearly brewing war. For now though, she'd decided to just keep her head down and accept the Lannister hospitality until she could come up with a plan f hat to do from here on out.


And so it was that while the melee was going on and everyone was down at the pit, the Lightning Girl was still within the walls of Casterly Rock so as not to be seen. Especially so since there was rumour that the queen herself was coming so it was in her best interests not to be seen at all. After all, the last thing she wanted to do was cause a scene or any problems at her rescuer and host's wedding. Instead Astris looked towards the melee and the crowds as she leaned out of the window.

 

[Mion]

The Mele Pit, Casterly Rock, The Westerlands


POV: Lyonel Hightower





Lyonel noticed the spearman from earlier, it seems that the two mystery knights had both taken care of the number of men that rushed them, he made a mental note to try and stay clear from the both of them. As he was thinking of ways he could deal with a spear he saw a mace being swung from the corner of his eye, he ducked with the mace missing him just by a hair and he blocked the second swing with his shield, the impact was hard and sent shock through his arm and from that alone he knew this was no green boy. His opponent was now a more experienced knight and he pushed Lyonel back before taking another swing which Lyonel barely ducked once more, Lyonel backed up so that he was against the wall and waited for the knight to charge him and once he did he would attempt a pivot to the side to send the man into the wall. Unfortunately the knight was quicker than Lyonel had expected and this caught him off guard and Lyonel just had enough time to put his shield up for the mace to bounce off of, the knight gave Lyonel a knee to the stomach which he responded to by bashing the knight in the chest with the crossguard of his sword which pushed him back.


Once more the knight charged this time Lyonel was used to his speed and managed to pivot like he tried to earlier, he bashed the knight in the back with his shield and sent him crashing against the wall, the knight spun round and crashed his mace into his sword and with the extra momentum nearly knocked it out of his hand, while Lyonel recovered from that blow the knight struck his leg hard with his mace sending him to one knee, Lyonel managed to raise his shield to block the next blow but as a result he was sent to the ground. The knight put all of his strength into the next strike as he swung down onto Lyonel from over his head, unfortunately for him the mace went crashing into the ground as Lyonel narrowly rolled out of the way to safety, the knight was thrown of balance and landed on his own knees and Lyonel lunged at him with his shield knocking the both of them onto the ground Lyonel once again rose his shield and brought it down onto the knights side, a loud ground was heard escaping him, he tried to hit him with his mace again but Lyonel managed to knock it away this time. Lyonel brought his sword down onto the knights shoulder which sent him back down to the ground as he tried to rise and Lyonel rose himself and pointed his sword at the knight.


Refusing to give up the knight kicked the sword away and tried to get up once more which Lyonel let him as he respected his decision and was not for kicking a man when he was down, the knight charged into Lyonel with as much power as he could but the battle had already been decided, a well place blow on the head with his sword knocked the knight out and Lyonel was the victor once again. He made sure the man was alright and watched him being carried off the field. Once more Lyonel took his time on the outskirts of the field watching carefully.

 

[Veyd Sahvoz]

Katsa Borrell


(White Harbor)


-Roughly 10 o'clock-



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That night Katsa just stayed in the inn's dining area, sitting at a table while inspecting her own dagger and the fine craftsmanship of it. Not the most exciting thing to do in the whole settlement but it seemed to pass the time since she didn't feel like going to her room just yet like the other two she came across. Her whole day had been boring and she longed to sleep but her eyes simply would not close. She couldn't imagine the travelling that the boy had to have done if he was travelling the entire day, the question she still had was where were they travelling to? King's Landing to see the Queen, up North? Maybe it was a bit rude to worry about it when it didn't concern her but she couldn't help not wondering at least. I should likely hit the hay then. She never seemed to know when she'd have a busy day ahead of her or not but she preferred to be prepared.


(@Crimson smile want to just time skip to morning then?)

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

The Melee Pit, Casterly Rock


POV: Trevir Arryn

The White Falcon was at the centre of the loose Arryn line, spread out to support each other but not crowd each other. Few wished to approach them. Unsurprising. The White Falcon and his Cast were well-known as combatants. Still, Trevir couldn't help but be a little bored as another man approached him. The knight had just cleaved through another combatant, and obviously feeling pretty cocky to be going after Trevir. Trevir worked up a smile, although it wasn't actually visible through the helmet.


"There is no crowd. No audience." Tiberious' voice told him. "There is only you... and your opponent." He'd never been brotherly close to Tiberious; it had been obvious to him that Tiberious was the favoured child of their father. But the stoic warrior could sometimes dole out some helpful advice that Gelgin either couldn't or wouldn't. Trevir blotted out the crowd in his senses. There was no crowd. He was fighting in an empty arena, just the warriors inside. The knight, now visibly a Westford, strode towards Trevir with his greatsword resting on his shoulder. Reading deeper into his body language, Trevir could read what was about to happen. His arm was subtly tensed, ready to send the greatsword crashing down onto the Laughing Knight's helm. Parrying or blocking such a blow would be a waste of energy, especially when a superior alternative was available.


As had been predicted, the sword flashed down in a deceptively fast arc, cleaving through where Trevir's helm would have been. But the White Falcon was not known as one of the most accomplished knights in Westeros for nothing. He stepped forwards and to the side, under the arc of the blade. His shield was already jabbing forward into the man's face as his opponent's strike was still in motion. The Westford quickly stepped back, both from the impact and to try and get some more room to use his greatsword again. This played directly into Trevir's hands, or rather his leg. He had extended one foot out behind his opponent's own, sending the burly warrior crashing onto his back. Before he could react, Trevir brought his sword crashing down into the man's armpit, then to his temple. The knight went limp, and Trevir stepped backwards, chuckling lightly to himself as the man was carried away. He glanced over at Jares beside him, who had just forced a young Manning knight to swordpoint. "I'm not fighting knights, I'm fighting statues!" Jares pointed with his sword in an unusually silent reply, directly at an agile spearman who was whirling around his opponents. Trevir's grin widened a little. "Ah, so I may have to stop napping after all! Good!" Trevir's golden laugh rang out across the arena.

 

[WanderingJester]

Celena Lannister


The Center Stands, Melee Pit, Westerlands.



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Lady Celena Lannister covered her mouth as she stifled a yawn. The melee had fallen far short of her expectations.


The first few moments had promise, as a good majority of the hundred knights smashed into one another, eager to win a few warm up victories quickly. It reminded her of the tourney melee she entered with Martyn, and how close she came to being finished multiple times in the frenzied that started in every melee pit, mounted or no. The Suntear Knight can still remember the taste of metallic blood in her mouth as she frantically deflected and blocked weapons and shields coming at her, even more so during the War of the Lions. Compared to that, this melee had been almost unbearable in regards to the conduct of the participants. There were barely any confrontations, flank attacks, straight brawls that took the combatants to the ground where they went for each other's throats, rampages. In Celena's mind, had Martyn been in the fray, he would've taken out a quarter of the fighters himself by now, but the Mountain Lion insisted on not taking part of this years tourney, cautioning the war ahead as well as Ser Tidus' need for extra security at the festivities. So while Kylie next to her seemed glued to her seat, as well as a certain lady from the Tully contingent, the Lion Maid found her thoughts wandering elsewhere.


The only two that actually reached Celena's expectations were the mysterious knight with the black lion painted on his shield as well as the young Lord Clegane, but more so the latter. The Pup, unlike a lot of the so called "veterans" had taken the initiative to go after other knights on the field, rather than content himself with sitting back and letting them come to him. While the black lion seemed flawless in regards to taking out the early contenders rushing him, including one which seemed to be from Riverrun, he seemed hard pressed by the young lord at hand. As the young lord fought the mysterious lion knight, Celena found herself drawn to that particular match up (even if she could sense Kylie's silent urges for her to pay more attention to the White Falcon). Still, like the rest of the melee, the engagement proved to be a disappointment. Lawsen Clegane had offered his sword up after a single mere blow to the head, one that left him on his feet. So, Celena sighed, and was about to look to the rest of the field as Kylie spoke up. "Oh isn't this exciting?"


Celena shrugged, "I guess. I've seen better." Kylie gave her an incredulous look.


"Well not all of us ladies get a chance of a close-" Celena's cool gaze cut Kylie off, whose face redden and broke her gaze to the Lion Maid, looking down. "My-my apologies my lady. I forget my place."


Celena shrugged again, before looking out to the pit. "Good that you've remembered quickly then. Do enjoy the show Kylie. Perhaps things will get more interesting." Even if she doubts it as she takes another sip from the cup in her hands.


The mad spearman was still in the fight, somehow battling off the various knights rushing him at first. Celena sighed. She had faint hopes that a certain Trevir Arryn would step up and impress her by taking the annoying fly out with the aid of the Warrior, but it seemed that his personality fitted his fighting style. The White Falcon stayed with his pack, lingering in their safe little isolation due to the wide berth most fighters gave them for their reputation. She shook her head. At this rate, the Wall would sooner come down before she will marry into House Arryn. To the other side, it seemed that the Hightower son also survived the first initial minutes, and stands amongst those not walked or carried out. There weren't many fighters left in the pit now, around a third of the original amount remained in the contest. The Lion Maid hoped that this would urge the fighters to actually go and engage one another. With the numbers of fighters dwindling down to only the strongest remaining, it would probably turn into a long staring contest between the remaining knights and warriors. The large man with the double bladed axe had been toppled by the blue striped knight, to much groans and cheers from the lowborn stands. The cheers turns to boos and jeers when the bleeding rose knight ran up and took out the blue striped knight from behind. Some sort of scuffle broke out in the lowborns' stands, and almost immediately several men were being tossed here and there by appearing Lionsguards.


Celena's eyes flashed over to the stands, and she noticed something about her oldest brother. While he seemed relaxed and happy, as he always did, Tiber's inner feelings could not completely escape Celena's observations. She had known him long enough to read the Lord of Casterly Rock, and the way his eyes would flash back to the Black Lion after pretending to watch the other fights, and their slightly narrowness showed his concern. That's not to say the increased guards that appeared around the pit, along with lethal weapons at their sides. Still, most of the audience's attention were pinned to the action in the pit itself, so it went more or less unnoticed by all. Leanne seemed pleased by the festivities' progression, though Celena knew the soon-to-be Lady of Casterly Rock had the rest of her wedding persist in her mind.


She looked further down and saw the redhead from House Tully excited about what she had seen, not unlike Kylie. The woman looked older than herself, so Celena couldn't understand where all of her excitement came from. Perhaps Riverrun did not attend or host many tourneys? She would think the opposite, considering that it could be a somewhat civil outlet for much tension and animosity that stems from the Riverlords towards one another. Lastly her gaze fell upon the Dornish delegation. The women rulers of the dry land seemed conversing amongst themselves animatedly, with words or otherwise. Following the gaze of one of the younger ones, Celena saw that it fell upon the foolish spearman that had been almost dancing around the pit. Was he a warrior of the Martells? Maybe even a distant cousin or a bastard brother? She took another sip of the cool content of her cup.


While the melee have been more or less a disappointment, this day did have the potential to become very interesting. Very interesting indeed.


@Leusis


@AnnoDomini


@Hypnos


@Fezzes


@Lancelot


@Akio


@LittleWolfie

 

[Mion]

The Mele Pit, Casterly Rock, The Westerlands


POV: Lyonel Hightower





Now that the numbers had dwindled down significantly and he had warmed up, Lyonel was confident enough to move closer to the middle of the field and start engaging the other combatants. He noticed a knight that sported a Bloody Rose that took out a knight from behind, what kind of a man would do that? has he know honour? Lyonel thought to himself. Although cowardly Lyonel could tell that this man knows what he is doing, he approached him cautiously and raised his shield before charging ahead in an attempt to bash him in the head with it. The knight of the bloody rose side stepped his charge and knocked him in the back of the head with his sword which sent Lyonel to the floor, he quickly recovered and rose his shield to block the next strike but he found that there was nothing to block against, the knight of the bloody rose kicked Lyonel in the chest in his confusion sending him to the floor once again, as he rose his sword to strike down and got too close, Lyonel managed to kick the mans legs out from under him and moved to mount him, he was recieved with a quick head-but from the knight of the bloody rose that stunned Lyonel for a moment, the bloody rose then gave a swift knee inbetween Lyonels legs causing him to roll off in pain, the bloody rose continued his attack by striking Lyonel in the stomach with the handle of his sword but on the second attempt Lyonel managed to grab it and yanked it towards him to boot the knight in the face. Both men rose to their feet and looked at each other with anger, Lyonel rushed back into the combat and returned the headbutt and followed it up with his own knee between the legs causing the knight to fall on his knees, Lyonel then grabbed his shield with two hands and swung it into the back of the bloody roses head so hard no doubt the whole arena heard it and he fell face first into the ground.


Lyonel rolls the knight over to see if he has been finished but is taken off guard once again with a punch to the side of the head, this time Lyonel stood his ground and retaliated with a punch to the chest and followed with a punch to the face which knocked out the knight. Lyonel rolled off the knight once it was over breathing heavily, it was a quick but close confrontation. Lyonel sat up and looked around him to see a squad of knights from the Vale seven hells you this can't be allowed can it? he thought to himself, he entered a free for all not a team bracket.


He rose to his feet steadily still recovering from the blows of the Bloody Rose knight and looked at the Mystery Spearmen and the Black Lion.


He decided to approach the man with the spear and called out to him "Very impressive I must say so myself, it's rare to see a man take out 4 at once..." he then nodded in the direction of the Valemen before continuing "I would prefer to fight you right now but with them around it seems the outcome would not matter, what don't you say we join forces for the moment and we can fight after we have dealt with them?"


@Akio

 

[TheFordee20]

"Somewhere"


There was a taste of blood in Conn Greyjoy's mouth. His jaw had been smacked around by Redwyne guards ever since they saw him trying to flee his own battle. They smacked him down onto the ground, covered in damp grass and muck. Then they dragged his almost lifeless body to one of their boats.


Their shitty lil' boats.


He had been brought somewhere. He didn't know where, although he suspected either Old Town or The Arbor. When he finally arrived at "somewhere", he was stipped and beaten some more- only this time his jaw wasn't the only thing they hit.


Conn Greyjoy was then thrown into a shaded cell and told to eat his own shit. The door slammed shut and he has yet to see it open again. He desperately tried to count the days that had gone by, but he had lost track after several of them. Now: he just sat there. The cell was rank with blood and feces, most of which wasn't even his own. It was always dark, apart from small rays of light that peered through cracks in the cobblestone wall.


He had yet to eat "his own shit", like the guard suggested. It seemed like forever since he last had a bite to eat. Earlier in the day, a thought went through Conn's mind. He wondered, for a split second, what he himself tasted like. Did he taste like pork, or maybe chicken?


There was only one way to find out.


For a moment, The King Of The Iron Islands planned to eat away at himself just so he wouldn't have to starve. I'd die either way, bleeding or starving.


He soon changed his mind. He kept telling himself that he had not yet reached that low of a point. He was not done fighting. Although he didn't even fight to begin with. He abandoned his men at The Shield Isles once things didn't go his way.


I am a craven.


He was. He had a little green egg filled with an unborn dragon, and yet he was still afraid. I regret all of it. I should've listened to my sister and brought The Iron Islands into a thriving age.


But, no. Conn Greyjoy always had to act the big man. He could never show his weaker side in-front of anyone but his daughter.


Eleri.


He thought about his bastard daughter every hour. He wanted to hold her again. His little girl. He wondered if he would ever get that chance again, to hold his only daughter. He came to the conclusion that, no, he would not.


He will die here in this shit hole. They will sing songs about him in the near future: The King Who Starved. Conn sighed and collapsed to the cold floor. His face had landed in a puddle of piss, but he did not care. Not anymore.


Have they truly broken me? All they do is lock me up and throw away the key, and they break me so easily just by doing that.


He shut his eyes. A part of him wanted to fall asleep and never, ever awake.


Suddenly: the door opened and a cloud of candlelight revealed itself. His eyes opened, just like the door. And they focused in on the candle's flickering.


"Conn Greyjoy?" A gruff voice spoke out. Conn couldn't see a man, only a silhouette.


"Y...Yes?"


The figure moved closer and pulled him up. "It is time for you to pay for ya' crimes."

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Melee Pit, Casterly Rock


POV: Trevir Arryn

Once again, Trevir found himself standing and waiting for someone to dare to attack his position. Nobody really did, so they were left standing uselessly at the side of the field. It was boring, and he could practically feel the boredom radiating off his comrades. There was only so much banter could do. "Okay, I can't do this any more. Tactics are getting boring, let's go." Trevir started forwards, and the Cast followed. Except for Siward and Brock, who immediately pivoted and charged each other.


Steffan and Jares charged the largest concentration of knights, while Camren wanted to test the Black Lion and Desmund the Hightower who was approaching the spearman. Trevir himself made for the spearman whose fighting style so intrigued him. "Spearman, turn!" he called out in warning as he ran closer. At the last moment, he planned to stutter in the charge, maybe mix it up a little. There was little to be gained by engaging the agile man with a straight charge.


Behind him, Siward had much the same idea, although for different purposes. Brock was a bull, had the strength of an ox. He couldn't match the man in strength. At the last moment before the charge, he stopped dead and stepped to Brock's sword side, holding up his shield on an angle to deflect Brock's thundering strike. Even with the slanted shield, Brock's sword hit like a truck, and his arm jarred.

 

[Akio]

It was times like this that reminded Cayden why he would probably never be really able to leave the battlefield till he was to weak to walk. He was in his element right now, stalking through the battlefield with his spear in hand, his heart humming with the thrum of battle as he strode forward with the confidence of the warrior himself descended to earth, he lived for this feeling. He had been thrown head first into this battle because even after he took out four people, all it did was bring more Knights wanting to prove the skill of their arm again his. They would be disappointed if they were looking for the victory they craved, now completely in the mood of battle Cayden was ready to mow down his opponents who put themselves in front of his spear. The next coming to him held a warhammer and with a bellow as he tried to use momentum to get in the range of the spear his entire body tensed, swinging down at Caydens side with enough force to shatter the shaft of his spear and his rips if he tried to block with it as the man swung with oppressive force to overpower him in one blow. He couldn't help but smile underneath his helmet, so what how much force the blow had, if it couldn't hit him the blow was worthless. He simply leaned back, letting the force of the blow carry the mace past him, the man pulled off balance by the weight of his own mace when Cayden slammed the shaft of his spear into his chest, sliding his foot under his own as he sends the man to the ground and bends over near double, one hand gripping the spear near the head to stab it down by the mans neck hard, the threat obvious that he could have cut his throat. "Yield!" The man said fearfully but his eyes flickered behind Cayden which made Cayden tense as a man came behind him, stabbing downwards.


Cayden had a small window of opportunity to act so he threw himself backwards as he glanced back to make sure he wouldn't accidentally impale himself on his sword into the man, causing them both to stumble backwards but Cayden found his footing first, actually using the armored knight to temporarily steady himself and find his own balance as he managed to keep his feet down. Before the man could pull back from him and try and stab him or crush him against his armor, he grabbed the arm with his shield strapped to it and pushed him back a step, pushing the man against his back as his entire body strained and with a roar of fury managed to half toss the guy over his back and drop him against the ground. Holding his arm still he grabbed the edges of shield while he was stunned and twisted the shield as they was a sound between a pop and a snap and man yielded screaming in pain. Cayden looked to his right only to see another man rushing him.


He dropped low as the sword went for his neck grabbing his spear as he slammed the shaft into the back of his knee and as the man fell to one knee Cayden, lightly armored, easily sprang to his feet. Planting his foot into the mans back he shoved him to the ground and slammed the back end of his spear, once, twice, three times into his helmet as the man went limb, knocked unconscious. He got up, panting slightly as he caught his breath. "Was that the ninth or tenth." He thought to himself as he heard the steps of yet another coming towards him. He held his spear out as he turned to look at him only to hear him praise him for his feats. He mentioned a desire to fight him but mentioned with that the Arryns would take the day unless they did something about that group. He glanced towards them and found himself subconsciously nodding, every one of them looked skilled when he last saw them and the chances of him taking on seven men of that caliber alone were slim. "Agreed." He said even as the Vale forces broke, two of them charging them. "The White Falcon is mine, see you on the battlefield." He said turning even as Trevir shouted, readying his spear. He was tested but still in good condition for stamina, now all there was is to take the opponent in front of him. "I see you Arryn!" He called out, his voice powerful and confident as he stepped forward into his advance, thrusting at his neck with shocking speed as his spear seemed to blur as he put his strength into the powerful thrust. (To be continued in collab)

 

[TheFordee20]

Harrenhal


Aerea Targaryen woke up. An empty vegetable sack around her head, that still smelled of parsnip and pepper. She was bound to a horse with restraints made of rope. Every time she moved, the rope would rub deeper into her wrists. The bandages on her hands from when she cut herself had been torn off and she was almost sure her wounds had begun to fester.


"Stopped crying, eh princess?" A man said.


She had cried for hours upon end. In-fact, her eyes even hurt when she blinked.


"Let me go, ser." She responded. Her voice was dry and hoarse. She had asked many of her captors to let her loose, but, none of them did. They hated her. They hated her for who she was. A dragon.


I was born in a fountain of gold and privilege, and these men hate me for it.


" 'fraid I can't do that."


Aerea slowly shook her head. She had to get out of here and away from these brutes. She listened to the horses trot through puddles of rainwater and mud. She tried to free herself from the rope restraints, but, all she managed to achieve was more and more pain.


"We're here." Another voice said. A set of hands pulled Aerea off of her horse and pushed her into a pile of hay and dirt. The sack was ripped off of her head and her vision was blinded by white sunlight.


In-front of her was a castle as ugly as her sister, Kuvira.


She knew instantly where she was. Harrenhal. It was easy to put the puzzle pieces together. Ser Warren Whent serves my sister, therefore- my sister ordered this.


Aerea became filled with anger.


A tall bald man with the face only a mother could love was standing adjacent to her. He was the one who manhandled her off of the horse, she assumed.


"Aerea."


Aerea turned her head to see Ser James. You bastard. She lept up and lunged at the young knight. Her hands may of been tied together but that didn't mean she couldn't use them. Aerea used her hands to scrape at James' pretty face. Aerea dragged her fingernails down the left side of his face. He yelled and pushed her away from him.


She fell into the arms of a man. He would not let her go. Aerea's hands were red with blood, some of it from her reopened wounds and some of it from Ser James.


Aerea spat at Ser James' feet. He wiped blood from his cheek with his hand, and then used that hand to punch her in the gut.


"Oof!"


Aerea fell to the ground and clenched her stomach. Ser James knelt down beside her and spat right back at her. His spit landing on the side of her face.


"Welcome to your new home, you red headed bitch."

 

[Savagai]

Sef Tyrell

Sef was at the training grounds. This time he didn't go with the other men to sea. He didn't like it and trew up all the times when he entered a ship. He was traning his off hand. He was trying to use his weapons in totally different ways so his opponent would feel they are fighting two different persons. A day before yesterday he was visiting a nearby village. He had worked on the land and talked to some people at the same age. He had a good friend in the village. Someone who he could share all his secrets with, all of them.


As the people returned from battle he heard his father died. He was broken but it felt so weird. He didn't have a really good bond with his father. For him he was really distant.


As he finished he went back to his dorms and unclothed himself and washed. He took on some clothes for the funeral and took a deep breath. He walked out his dorm towards the place where the funeral was held. He sat down on the front seat.

Location: Highgarden, the Reach

Mood: Confused and sad

@everyone who is there

 

[TheFordee20]

Highgarden


Eveleen Tyrell watched her father's blue corpse go into the ground. They all stood in the burial garden of Highgarden, lords an' ladies from all across The Reach. Although some were missing.


They rather attend the wedding of a Lannister, than the funeral of one of their own. Eveleen made note of which lords came to pay their respects and which didn't. She would make it certain that they would get a talking to, in time.


Her entire family were there. Her brothers, and her one sister. They would bury Lord Hollis and plant a new rosebush in the place of his grave.


Eveleen looked to her right to see her lord husband, Ser Erik. Who oddly didn't smell of cheap ale. To her left, her four children. Luthor, looking as strong as ever. Erik Jr, looking as handsome as ever. Hallie, looking as graceful as ever. Katleen, looking as innocent as ever. And hopefully she stays innocent for the rest of her years.


Septon Evar said his final words and blessed himself, before several men begun to pile piles of dirt onto the body of her father.


Eveleen did not feel herself cry, but, her cheeks were wet anyway. She rubbed them and Luthor put his hand on her arm to comfort her.


A legendary lord... was gone.


They all gathered in one of Highgarden's biggest halls to eat, drink, and celebrate the life of Lord Hollis Tyrell. Eveleen saw her stepmother, Brynn, in tears. Brynn's eyes were wet and red. Eveleen had comforted her through-out the night that they learned of Lord Hollis' death.


Eveleen sat down at the family table and picked at a platter of cheese and ham. A band of bards played solemnly in the corner, their music so quiet and soft that you could almost barely hear it. Filicity was the first to leave the table.


She and Eveleen had not spoken since before they received the news. I wonder how she is taking it? Her and father rarely got along...


To her right at the table was her dear husband, and to her left was her younger brother, Sef. Ser Erik looked anxious. Eveleen looked at him, in his gold flecked armour. His cup was empty, as was his plate.


"Is everything alright, my husband?" Eveleen asked him as she sipped on white wine from a silver chalice jeweled with coloured roses.


@WanderingJester @Savagai

 

[Savagai]

Sef Tyrell

He had been silent. During the whole funeral he didn't say anywords. He was still confused and didn't know how to feel. At one side he was happy Arren was now lord.. However he could get ill soon and he would need to take it over possible. He was a little sad that his father passed away.


After the funeral he went to the place where he could eat. He was sitting next to his sister. Infront of him were her children. He looked to his sister and said something since the beginning of the funeral. "Eveleen? Are you alright?"

Location: Highgarden, the Reach

Mood: Confused, sad, happy

@TheFordee14

 

[Jabroni]

Ireyne Tyrell

Lord Hollis' funeral trudged along at a morose pace. Septon Evar was giving the last rights to his entombment. There were mixed feelings there. On the one hand, he was a kind and fair ruler, but some part of him seemed to have died long ago. She sensed this in Varn as well. She did her best to keep her emotions in check, tears welling up but not quite becoming a spectacle. Ireyne wasn't a weeper; she'd bottle it up and mourn in other ways.

To take her mind off the funeral, she thought about the plans she'd made for the feast. Among those who received invitations were the lords Hightower, Tarly, Florent, Redwyne, Fossoway and Oakheart, and all their bannermen besides. Casks of ale and mead awaited their footmen to sup outside in the yards and outside the walls. This way, celebration replaced doom and gloom, a necessary boost in morale for the trials to come.

Those who could not make the funeral sent their regrets by raven or rider, and that there were many, especially from the northern holds. Good thing they had, she thought glumly. Every possible garrison required manning in the event of a Lannister march. Several were already moving to reinforce while Highgarden dragged its feet. She heard from her husband they had Lord Helyon to thank for that.

"For the fourth course, a garlic and mushroom lamprey pie. The fifth, baked apples and blue cheese..." she remembered the chef reading from the dinner list. The parchment spilled over the table. It was an awfully long list befitting Highgarden's immense harvest and opulence, and on a cooler note, sure to match Tiber's wedding feast tit for tat.

"This will serve," she flicked a toothless smile. She mustn't look too happy, for a wife grieves as her husband mourns a loss. However, Ireyne could at least seek comfort in the thought of a full hall brimming with friends, family and allies. She would scarce feel lonely and bitter in such company.

She snapped back to the present as the septon threw dirt over the grave and the church bells rang, signaling those within to depart.

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@TheAncientCenturion (Viserys if he dares)

Varn Tyrell

As lord seneschal, he was pledged to the defense of the city, and damn the Seven if there were sneak attacks while the realm buried his brother. This could not wait another day, of that he was certain.

The meeting was moved to one of the smaller ballrooms. At capacity, it could seat perhaps a hundred. A large ironwood trestle table sat at the back of the hall, and Varn at its head.

He sent Ser Russal Norridge for Lords Gawain Hightower, Helyon Tarly, his son Rowan and a few other notables who recently answered the call. He thought twice about dragging Sef along. Hollis' second born seldom took an interest in the realm's affairs, let alone forty thousand Lannisters; however, he was a Tyrell, and it was high time he learned.

Varn also needed to know where each man stood. That old boot Gawain was clever enough, and held the respect of half the Reach. He wondered if he'd brought his boy with him, the one with the greyscale. His own son never survived infancy, but he knew what that was like - to have a child so sickly and helpless.

And then there was that business about Horn Hill. It seems banners moved this way and that without so much as a warning. He didn't know what to make of it. They're proactive, I'll give them that.

He was writing letters with Maester Jarvas when a messenger arrived. "My lord," the messenger began. Varn gave a disinterested grunt. "Go on.."

"Your host is assembling south of the Mander. Four thousand foot, five hundred longbows, four hundred horse."

"Mhh...See they are well fed, but only their officers are to receive quarter in the castle. Have Ser Collyn report here." He waved the man away and went back to writing.

@Archon

@WanderingJester

@Lancelot

@Savagai
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