Tournament of Fang Tower

[Pontifex Maximus]

The Tournament of Fang Tower, Spring 224

The Joust
Ser Gregor Clegane
Sandor Clegane
Ser Daryn Tully "The Clearwater Knight"
Ser Eddean Hardyng
Ser Denys Marbrand
Ser Preston Marbrand
Ser Mace Redwyne
Ser Eddean Hardyng


The Melee
Ser Gregor Clegane
Sandor Clegane
Ser Godric Lefford
Ser Eddean Hardyng
Ser Denys Marbrand
Ser Preston Marbrand
Ser Mace Redwyne
Ser Eddean Hardyng


Joust Purse: 16,000 Dragons
Melee Purse: 8,000 Dragons

Entrance to the joust is 2,000 per participant, 1,000 for the melee

The winner in each category will win the total sum of the purse for that category. Looking for at least five other characters to participate

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Gregor didn't understand much not related to the most efficient method of killing one's opponent. Or how blood looks. Or how blood tastes. Or how killing someone fuels an inner rage that can barely be described or contained. He also understood he wouldn't really be able to kill anyone in the tournament, he would have to settle for just seriously injuring them. That was fine, for now, it had been too long since a real war had allowed him the opportunity for mass killing, pillaging, and general merriment. Besides, he could drink before the melee. He looked over the fields before the tower as the modest preparations were made. The tourney probably wouldn't attract many notable participants, but that just means less consequences if something goes wrong. He didn't care. As the sun began to rise to its noon height he got a headache.

Sandor was already on his horse practicing for the joust. Several poles stood eight feet above the ground with shields fixed to each of them. As he rode by he attempted to tap each one with his lance. He hit most of them, some of them fell down only to be replaced by filthy young boys he had paid a pittance to set up his targets for him. He dismounted and wiped some sweat from his brow, his fingers running over the bumpy skin on his right side. His hair quickly fell over it, obscuring the old burns. "What are you looking at?" he snarled to one squire standing nearby "Cheeky , I'll rip your guts out." It wasn't a wholly baseless threat.

Gregor's squire, who had at least a grasp of basic addition and subtraction (much more proficient than Gregor himself) stood by to enroll any knights wishing to take part.

[Poach]

Godric Lefford, in service at the present time to Lord Greyjoy, signs up for the melee. Having recently spent much of his time in King's Landing on a diplomatic mission for Pyke, he is eager to test his blade once again.

Stats:

+8 Duels (+3 base, +2 armour set bonus, +3 sword)
+10 hp (armour set bonus)

[Lord Dread]

Ser Daryn Tully, the Clearwater Knight, has announced, that he will participate in the joust in the name of his House and the Order of the Kraken.

Survival +1
Joust +1
Duel +2
Field Battle +1

Iron shield, 5.000
Helm, 5.000
Greaves, 5,000
Chest-plate, 10.000
Pauldrons, 10,000
Gauntlets, 10,000
Plackart, 15,000

[Alexandrine]

The brothers Ser Denys and ser Preston of house Marbrand, both fine Westerland knights came to the tournament of their fellow Westerlander to join the fun.

Denys: , +2 duel
Preston: +2 jousting

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Preston Marbrand v. Godric Lefford

Lefford (+8 duel) 30HP: 10
Marbrand 20 HP: 18

Lefford (+8 duel) 28HP: 10
Marbrand 20HP: 12

Lefford (+8 duel) 26HP: 5
Marbrand 20HP: 18

Lefford (+8 duel) 19HP: 10
Marbrand 19HP: 12

Lefford (+8 duel) 19HP: 13
Marbrand 20HP: 2

Lefford (+8 duel) 19HP:
Marbrand 8HP:

Lefford (+8 duel) 19HP: 3
Marbrand 8HP: 12

Lefford (+8 duel) 14HP: 16
Marbrand 8HP: 17

Lefford (+8 duel) 13HP: 4
Marbrand 7HP: 5

Lefford (+8 duel) 12HP: 10
Marbrand 7HP: 15

Lefford (+8 duel) 12HP: 9
Marbrand 6HP: 8

Lefford Wins

To be honest I think I might have done the rolls wrong because even though Lefford lost a majority of the rounds, this took forever.

[Dark Storm]

Ser Mace Redwyne, brother of Lord Redwyne, signed on for both Joust and Duel...

Info

Possessions: Full set of Armour (+10hp +2 Duels) Castle forged sword (+3 Duels) Traits: Survival +3 Duels +3 Joust +3 Assassin +2 Naval Commander +1

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ooc: It would be really helpful if everyone posted their DUELING AND JOUST STATS only! (including any super cool equipment anyone has)

They called him "The Mountain that Rides" and the name was fitting. Gregor lumbered towards the lists, his black armor giving him the appearance of a low flying storm cloud. His massive greatsword hung at his hip, swinging back and forth as he walked. It was a fearsome weapon, and wielded with surprising ease. A common man would struggle to lift it. He held his helm in the crook of his arm. Finally some knights had made their appearance. Westerland knights mostly, he recognized their banners. Some others he did not. Leffords and Marbrands. He viewed the lists, recognizing the symbol for the melee and the house colors beneath it. "Godric Lefford" he gave a deep throated laugh "I'll crush you like a worm"

[Hengest]

Eddean Hardyng for the melee and the joust
duel 2 joust 2
Armour? 6hp

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The heralds announce the first round pairings for the Joust: http://challonge.com/tournaments/bra...ref=heqvQUhHkz

The heralds announce the first round pairings for the Melee: http://challonge.com/tournaments/bra...ref=GuhSqdJuQA

[Poach]

[OOC: Added my duel stats.]

Godric took to the field opposite Eddean Hardyng, a Valesman by birth, but Godric did not know much beyond that.

Being a cautious fighter, Godric merely circled the man slowly, each moving in a clockwise motion eyeing each other as they moved. Godric kept his shield to the front and his sword tucked behind the shield, out of sight, to preserve a bit of mystery to his stance. Hardyng would have to attack first...

[Alexandrine]

[edited the skills in my earlier post]

Ser Denys got on his horse. His first joust was against a Valeman named Hardyng. Well, he thought, he wouldn't be as hard after I'm done with him.

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Ser Preston too mounted his horse. He was up against the heir of a lord Paramount. Who supposedly joined the order of Krakens at the Iron Islands. These Riverlands were as loyal to each other as animals. Sons leaving their fathers. Cousins slaughtering each other. Cloakturning, stealing small-council seats, nothing seemed to be strange to them.

[Lord Dread]

[Equipment and skills posted above]

The Clearwater Knight mustered his enemy with neutral expressions through his helmet. Marbrand - the name of another Westerlander family. In fact he didn't really care about them, as a Westerlander was already his commander at the Order of the Kraken.
He readied his lance, shapen in the form of a kraken embraceing a fish - yet the motive looked rather as if the Kraken was swallowing the fish. In any case however, it wouldn't matter, as the weapon would do it's job - and finally lead Daryn back to the destiny of his father, the Fish Knight.

[Pontifex Maximus]

[OOC: Added my duel stats.]

Godric took to the field opposite Eddean Hardyng, a Valesman by birth, but Godric did not know much beyond that.

Being a cautious fighter, Godric merely circled the man slowly, each moving in a clockwise motion eyeing each other as they moved. Godric kept his shield to the front and his sword tucked behind the shield, out of sight, to preserve a bit of mystery to his stance. Hardyng would have to attack first...

A herald makes the announcement that Hardyng has withdrawn. Instead, Ser Godric Lefford would face Ser Preston Marbrand in the melee arena.

[edited the skills in my earlier post]

Ser Denys got on his horse. His first joust was against a Valeman named Hardyng. Well, he thought, he wouldn't be as hard after I'm done with him.

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Ser Preston too mounted his horse. He was up against the heir of a lord Paramount. Who supposedly joined the order of Krakens at the Iron Islands. These Riverlands were as loyal to each other as animals. Sons leaving their fathers. Cousins slaughtering each other. Cloakturning, stealing small-council seats, nothing seemed to be strange to them.

Ser Denys is informed that Hardyng has withdrawn and shall instead face Ser Gregor Clegane in the first round of the joust.

[Equipment and skills posted above]

The Clearwater Knight mustered his enemy with neutral expressions through his helmet. Marbrand - the name of another Westerlander family. In fact he didn't really care about them, as a Westerlander was already his commander at the Order of the Kraken.
He readied his lance, shapen in the form of a kraken embraceing a fish - yet the motive looked rather as if the Kraken was swallowing the fish. In any case however, it wouldn't matter, as the weapon would do it's job - and finally lead Daryn back to the destiny of his father, the Fish Knight.

The Joust between The Clearwater Knight and Ser Preston Marbrand:

Tully:
Tilt 1 roll: 13 (solid shield hit)
Tilt 2 roll: 20 - Marbrand unhorsed by a direct blow to the head (DEATHROLL FOR MARBRAND: 6, one lucky bastard!)

Marbrand:
Tilt 1 roll: 1 (miss)
Tilt 3 roll: 8 (glancing body blow)

Winner: Tully

[Dark Storm]

His first Joust against the hosts brother, what luck! Mace beamed as he lowered the visor on his helmet,

"Ser Sandor,"

he called out,

"Good luck to you, Ser"

offering the man the pleasantries Mace deemed essential he finally felt ready. Mace dug his spurs into the flanks of his great charger and lifted his lance into a raised position, keeping it tucked in the crook of his elbow. Strong arms held the stout wood steady. Finally he lined up at his end of the lists, happily anticipating the coming charge...

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Ser Gregor Clegane hoisted his lance into place, ready to face his opponent in the joust, Ser Denys Marbrand. His horse stomped the ground as the Mountain moved slowly into his place. His armor was thick, heavy, it would take a well places blow to knock him from his horse. He moved into position without speaking, ready for the flag to drop.

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Sandor was late to the melee arena. He felt dread. He had to face his own brother in the melee. He feared for his prospects, but also his life. Gregor had no love for Sandor and Sandor had none for him. Sandor might be a gifted swordsman, but Gregor was a pure brutal monster. Wrestling a wild boar seemed like a better alternative. As he entered the arena and grasped his dulled blade, the Mountain assaulted him.

Round one:
Sandor: 23 (16)
Gregor (+7 duels): 23 (6+7=13)

Sandor had spent enough time watching his brother train. He knew Gregor would come at him with a downward, crushing blow. He sidestepped quickly and scored a slight hit to Gregor's side. It was a small, almost meaningless score. Still, his agility might serve him well. Gregor roared in rage at missing and continued the offensive.

Round two:
Sandor: 23 (5)
Gregor (+7 duels): 22 (22)

Gregor's second blow couldn't be sidestepped. Sandor had to parry but accept the full force of the attack, he stumbled back several feet. The Mountain was strong as an ox.

Round three:
Sandor: 18 (7)
Gregor (+7 duels): 22 (12)

Gregor knew that Sandor couldn't win, and he laughed as he continued to beat his brother down mercilessly.

Round four:
Sandor: 11 (9)
Gregor (+7 duels): 22 (17)

Sandor began to breathe heavily as sweat poured into his eyes, he tried to focus on a counterattack but it seemed futile. Gregor easily swatted aside his efforts.

Round five:
Sandor: 7 (9)
Gregor (+7 duels): 22 (4)

Gregor thought he had the upper hand, and looked to finish Sandor off with another huge blow. Sandor disappeared from sight and he felt a blow to his back. Cheeky , Gregor thought to himself. He gave a low throated cry and turned to face him again.

Round six:
Sandor: 11 (12)
Gregor (+7 duels): 19 (20)

Gregor unleashed a wide arcing sweep of his blade which Sandor couldn't avoid. Sandor absorbed the blow to his abdomen and could not draw breath. He collapsed to the ground, heaving. He tried to prop his sword in the ground to keep himself from sprawling along the ground, but Gregor kicked it from him and kicked him over. He brought his sword down on Sandor's chest, cracking several ribs. After this, Gregor reached down and began punching Sandor with a mailed fist. Sandor's heml began to crumple in upon itself, causing massive facial injuries. It was only when Sandor was unconscious that Gregor stood up, pulled up his visor, and gave a cheer. His huge sword raised in the air, he walked from the arena leaving Sandor a bleeding heap in the middle of the arena.

His first Joust against the hosts brother, what luck! Mace beamed as he lowered the visor on his helmet,

"Ser Sandor,"

he called out,

"Good luck to you, Ser"

offering the man the pleasantries Mace deemed essential he finally felt ready. Mace dug his spurs into the flanks of his great charger and lifted his lance into a raised position, keeping it tucked in the crook of his elbow. Strong arms held the stout wood steady. Finally he lined up at his end of the lists, happily anticipating the coming charge...

Sandor cantered into his position, lowering his visor. He heard Mace saying something, not quite hearing it. He did not really care to hear whatever was dribbling out of that 's mouth. Soon he would be looking up at him from the mud of the list.

(Can I get a roll from someone uninvolved here?)

[Poach]

[OOC: Ok then.]

Marbrand entered the field and approached Godric. As a defensive fighter, Godric awaited the man's opening move.

[Alexandrine]

[OOC: Ok then.]

Marbrand entered the field and approached Godric. As a defensive fighter, Godric awaited the man's opening move.

Preston was less experienced then his Lefford counterpart. He waited a while and kept moving his legs. But soon he got impatient and with a swing he charged at Lefford.

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Sandor:
Tilt 1 roll: 7 (glancing body blow)
Tilt 2 roll: 19 (flawless shield hit)

Mace:
Tilt 1 roll: 3+3 (glancing body blow)
Tilt 2 roll: 19+3 (Devastating hit, Death roll for Sandor: 18, he lives)

Winner: Mace

Sandor spurred his horse forward for the first tilt. He deftly placed his lance in the pocket and raised his shield, spurring his war horse on. Mace approached with great speed, he thought, and at the last moment he inhaled deeply, braced himself, and averted his eyes. He felt his lance hit Mace but glance off. He likewise felt pressure on his shield, but the blow glanced off to the side. Maybe it was nerves on both sides. Both had struck only a glancing blow. Sandor cantered to the opposite end of the list and returned to the starting point. Once Mace was likewise prepared the flag went down and he once again charged down the list.

He held his lance firmly and this time as the two approached he did not avert his eyes. He stayed focused to the last moment, aiming for Mace's body. His lance exploded into splinters as it hit Mace, and for half a second he felt a thrill. Less than a fraction of a second later he felt the full force of Mace's lance impact him squarely in the shield, a splintered piece of the lance lodging itself very near his neck, in his left shoulder. He flew from his horse as a result of the impact and lay sprawling on the ground. It was an incredibly embarrassing defeat despite the blow he had struck.

[Dark Storm]

Mace clambered weakly down from his horse, legs and body in agony from the blows he'd received. He noticed his opponent lying on the ground and slowly made his way over to him. As he approached he noticed a chunk of wood sticking out the mans shoulder, he was alive but in agony. Mace, as a gesture of goodwill, offered his arm out for Sandor to use to rise from the ground; he understood that the man would probably want to walk from here rather than be carried.

"Well jousted,"

Mace spoke breathlessly as he waited for the Hound to take his hand...

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Sandor winced, a trickle of blood leaking from the side of his mouth. He gripped the thin piece of wood and pulled, drawing it out slowly and throwing it to the side. He let Mace's hand dangle. He wouldn't accept any charity. He slowly climbed to his feet, unsteady. He looked down at the man "Go yourself."