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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2014 9:13:22 GMT -5
Daenya watched the man beside her die, no emotion left for a man who perhaps was innocent. She saw the havoc being wreaked across the Dornish lines, saw Rhaegar's confusing; saw him take a crossbow bolt to the back.
She turned her horse to face Lord Baratheon and a small smile spread on her face. "If I were to ask you for a sword, would you decline me my request?" She nodded to where the fighting was happening. "I am not about to go riding into that, but I think you know what I want."
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on May 21, 2014 9:21:19 GMT -5
Rhaegar had rapidly moved back towards ranks the Dornish spearmen, holding his shield above his head. He laid about him with his sword, against any Stormlander within his range. He roared orders at the Dornish spearmen, most of whom were Yronwood men to begin retreating down the pass as fast as they could, without becoming disordered. There was no point in trying to stand and fight. They were clearly outnumbered and the treachery had been clearly planned. He hoped a few at least could escape down the pass using their superior knowledge of the landscape.
Expert: Battle Command. Expert: Long Blades.
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Post by The Gambler on May 21, 2014 9:22:00 GMT -5
Daenya watched the man beside her die, no emotion left for a man who perhaps was innocent. She saw the havoc being wreaked across the Dornish lines, saw Rhaegar's confusing; saw him take a crossbow bolt to the back. She turned her horse to face Lord Baratheon and a small smile spread on her face. "If I were to ask you for a sword, would you decline me my request?" She nodded to where the fighting was happening. "I am not about to go riding into that, but I think you know what I want." "It would be irresponsible of me to give a young woman a blade." he replied with a dashing smile that lost its charm with Yronwood's blood still on his face. "You might come to some harm and your brother will be wroth enough with me as it is after this." Nonetheless, he pulled the dead guard's sword from its scabbard. "I would be willing to strike a trade if you want it so badly, but I think it is clear I am not a fan of an unworthy bargain." |
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2014 9:28:46 GMT -5
Daenya looked down at the sword, then up at Baratheon. "I am no stranger to bargain, Lord Baratheon. If you have a price in mind and name it." She turned back to watch the retreating dornishmen. "There are very, very few things I wouldn't trade for a chance at revenge."
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Post by The Gambler on May 21, 2014 9:35:01 GMT -5
The Stormland knights took particular glee in harrying the retreating Dornish spearmen as they fled down the pass, too familiar with the shoe being on the other foot. Men were trampled like ants, bones crushing and blood spurting as they fell. Rhaegar's horse began to gain some ground ahead of his fleeing men, but collapsed after blood began spurting from its nostrils, sending the traitorspawn prince tumbling in the dirt.
"Marriage then." Baratheon proposed, solemnly turning the pommel of the sword towards Daenya, just out of reach. "That is my price."
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2014 9:42:54 GMT -5
"Deal," Daenya replied, extending her hand. "His head for my hand."
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Post by The Gambler on May 21, 2014 9:45:59 GMT -5
"Amongst other things." Borros said with a wink, handing her the sword before raising his own and charging with a devil-may-care laugh down the pass towards his foes.
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on May 21, 2014 9:48:18 GMT -5
Rhaegar attempts to get up and keep moving down the pass. He calls to a couple of nearby Dornish spearman - his grandfather's men - to help him.
(OOC: This should be possible with one light wound?)
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2014 9:48:50 GMT -5
Daenya took the sword and grasped it tightly, taking the reins with her other hand. She looked around for a brief moment, before slowly riding towards the distant spot where the traitor had fallen from his horse.
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Post by The Gambler on May 21, 2014 10:05:12 GMT -5
The horses that had run through their foe turned back to kill more fleeing men. It was clear Borros had chosen a spot he knew well from the war, the site of some ambush or other he had learned a hard lesson from. The sides were steep, the pass narrow, and far enough away from Wyl for comfort.
As Rhaegar stood, he could see the situation was rather grim. What few men remained to help him were cut down left and right by bolts, lances, and blade. Even those that threw down their arms were granted no quarter, "Mercy!" the last word on their lips. As he looked behind him, he could see Lord Baratheon approaching rapidly, with Daenya now armed not far behind.
"Throw down your arms, cousin." Borros called, the familial term coming out patronizing in the midst of such carnage. "Perhaps King Maekar will grant you mercy, though it would be best to refer to him as such and not as 'Waters' or 'The Man Who Currently Sits the Iron Throne' as you seem to favor."
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on May 21, 2014 14:00:02 GMT -5
Visenya wheeled Silverwing overhead. She was to have spoken to her grandfather, Lord Yronwood, after the exchange, but it seemed that was not to be. Her heart raced as she watched Lord Baratheon and his men murder the Dornish. Her heart jumped into her throat. She had never known her grandfather well, but he was her blood. She wondered if Maekar had given Baratheon orders that had been kept from her. She growled low in her throat, a rare expression of anger and annoyance. He would have much to answer for, that man. She turned her dragon again, in a long wide figure eight. All she could do was wait.
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on May 21, 2014 16:28:13 GMT -5
"Throw down your arms, cousin." Borros called, the familial term coming out patronizing in the midst of such carnage. "Perhaps King Maekar will grant you mercy, though it would be best to refer to him as such and not as 'Waters' or 'The Man Who Currently Sits the Iron Throne' as you seem to favor." Rhaegar saw a dragon rise into the sky. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized Silverwing, the dragon of his sister Visenya. Rhaegar still retreated down the pass looking desperately for an avenue of possible escape although there appeared to be none. He gripped his sword more tightly and swung at any Stormlander that came within range. "Throw down my arms? What the hell for?" he snarled at Baratheon and noting that Daenya was not far behind. "You or that bitch behind you will kill me anyway, armed or unarmed. If I have to die then I'd rather it was with a sword in my hand." He tipped back his helmet, his long silver blonde hair tumbling to his shoulders and readied himself for the onslaught. Expert: Long Blades |
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2014 16:35:12 GMT -5
Daenya smiled as she approached on horse behind Baratheon, her eyes taking in her treacherous cousin as he spoke.
"Did I not promise you I would kill you, cousin?" She said, sounding oddly cheerful. "How glad it will come to fruition." Her smile widened.
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on May 21, 2014 16:48:42 GMT -5
Rhaegar said nothing. He shifted into a fighting stance hefting his sword and holding his shield close to his body.
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2014 17:09:37 GMT -5
Daenya smiled and readied her sword.
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Post by The Gambler on May 21, 2014 23:09:35 GMT -5
Baratheon gave a shrug in reply, digging into his saddle bag and pulling out an apple to munch on as he watched the contest of arms.
(Marie has volunteered to roll this fight. Finally going to get her hands dirty.)
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on May 22, 2014 0:19:31 GMT -5
Rhaegar gave a quick glance at Lord Baratheon who from the looks of it had stepped aside for Daenya to take him on alone.
He gave an almost unnoticeable smile of satisfaction. One on one. That evened the contest considerably. That Baratheon allowed it at all was puzzling though. Would not Maekar want his prize?
"Valar morgulis." he murmured, just loud enough for Baratheon and Daenya to hear.
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Post by The Gambler on May 22, 2014 0:36:41 GMT -5
"A trite reminder from a broken empire." Borros remarked, mocking Rhaegar's grim countenance as he took a large bite from his apple with clear satisfaction. "I prefer to ponder the sad fact that few men truly live. Have you, cousin?"
As he spoke his knights dismounted and lined up on either side of the pass, setting the limits for the makeshift arena. Crossbowmen lined the steep ridges on either side. Many of them began to place wagers on the two combatants, their bloody work done and corpses looted. All the Dornish that had arrived at the meeting were dead, save Prince Quentyn Martell, who was bound and tossed into the back of the gold-laden wagon.
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on May 22, 2014 0:43:38 GMT -5
"I have begun to." replied Rhaegar, hefting his sword again and never taking his eyes from Daenya. "And Gods willing there will be more living to do yet."
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2014 4:07:22 GMT -5
Daenya studied Rhaegar for a long moment before gliding from her saddle. She took the hem of her dress in one hand and ripped thr skirt off, ensuring thr fabric would not get in the way. Her eyes all the while remained on her cousin.
"A shield?" She called over to Baratheon, or any of the other men. "And my leather armour. It should be with my things."
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Post by Vhagar on May 22, 2014 4:44:55 GMT -5
The guards looked at one another in consternation and then the serjeant remarked "Can't let a lady fight without armour. Fetch her things, boys." He handed Daenya his own shield while one of his men ran to fetch her armour.
OOC - ok, no more pre-fight decisions or chat from now on, please. Baratheon and the forces on either side will do nothing for the duration of the figh. There may also be the opportunity for the combatants to change their actions at key points during the fight, but we'll see how it goes
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2014 4:50:43 GMT -5
Daenya took the armour and swiftly threw it over her dress, before hefting the shield with her other hand. She turned to Rhaegar and prepared herself.
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Post by Vhagar on May 22, 2014 5:15:51 GMT -5
Round 1
The two seem evenly matched. Rhaegar is in pain from the crossbow that shot him earlier, but it seems hardly to deter him. The pair fight fiercely, their mutual dislike lending fuel to their battle fervour, but neither can gain the advantage over the other as their swords clash without landing blows. This happens several times until Daenya, taking advantage of her unwounded status, and her smaller size, darts in under Rhaegar's guard. Her early training with her mother Rhaella serves her well as she strikes a blow to Rhaegar's thigh. Her sword embeds itself deep in a gap in his armour and blood spurts free, forcing Rhaegar to step back, stumbling. Blood stains his mail and seeps down his leg, tickling, while Daenya remains unwounded.
Rhaegar takes a Heavy Wound
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Post by Vhagar on May 22, 2014 5:33:12 GMT -5
Round 2
Daenya's hatred of Rhaegar, and her recent success, spurs her on. She darts forward once more, pressing her advantage. Rhaegar's blood drips off the tip of her sword. Daenya strikes fast but her aim is a little high. She cuts a red line across Rhaegar's cheek, because his Dornish helm does not offer full protection.
Rhaegar takes a Light Wound
OOC - I have to go now, so if either of you wish to take a special action i.e. if Rhaegar wishes to surrender, there will be a period of several hours grace in RL terms while I'm away from the computer
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on May 22, 2014 9:43:59 GMT -5
Ever pragmatic, Rhaegar knew that he was in trouble. He knew his sister flew on her dragon somewhere above and realised he would not be allowed to escape even if he was lucky enough to win his fight with Daenya.
"I will surrender to my sister the Queen, if she will accept it." he called to Baratheon between gasps due to his exertions, his voice echoing amongst the steep walls of the pass.
Until he received an affirmative answer, he did not lower his sword or shield and fought on.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too