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Post by Sabarrah on Jan 3, 2017 13:08:55 GMT
Sabarrah goes with them. Her pack over one shoulder. 'I think it could be fun.. win, lose or draw.'
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 3, 2017 13:53:27 GMT
Toustain chuckled at being referred to as 'boy'. "Could do old timer. Will I see you on the field?" he said good naturedly as he glanced at the indicted spot. "Depends on the weather. If the sun ain't out my joints all ache." The old man responsed.
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Jan 3, 2017 22:44:06 GMT
Toustain strode across to where the white banner now fluttered above the tents and stalls being set up. "I'd like to enter a few events." he said. "Melee or any other contests of strength or involving weaponry."
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Jan 3, 2017 23:02:32 GMT
"A moment." Clive left the pair of magicians and approached the same table. "Clive Ramsey, for the mundane duels." He plucked his guitar idly, like a bored fop who had never seen his own blood. A lie on all counts.
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Jan 4, 2017 11:37:06 GMT
Toustain turned to look at the newcomer. He had seen him around and he thought he knew him by name, but wasn't totally sure.
"Clive Ramsay isn't it?" he asked, somewhat rhetorically.
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Post by Sabarrah on Jan 4, 2017 15:23:44 GMT
Sabarrah stops a couple of steps behind her brother while the men chat and waits her turn to sign up, mulling over what she should enter while she waits.
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Jan 4, 2017 22:06:59 GMT
Toustain turned to look at the newcomer. He had seen him around and he thought he knew him by name, but wasn't totally sure. "Clive Ramsay isn't it?" he asked, somewhat rhetorically. "And you're the racist so proud of not being colored..." Clive sneered. "With your blond hair and blue eyes... I've seen your type before, prancing about at the tournaments in Wildor. Well, you should know this community stands with the red and blue and green skins... We don't tolerate bigotry, Toustain the White..."
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Post by Lorel Shadowstep on Jan 5, 2017 6:03:52 GMT
Observing Clive and Toustain's conversation, Lorel opted to not get involved. Slipping past, she approached the table. "Lorel Shadowstep, for Archery and the mundane duel" She then turned to the conversation, intent on hearing how it played out.
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Jan 5, 2017 21:49:45 GMT
Toustain turned to look at the newcomer. He had seen him around and he thought he knew him by name, but wasn't totally sure. "Clive Ramsay isn't it?" he asked, somewhat rhetorically. "And you're the racist so proud of not being colored..." Clive sneered. "With your blond hair and blue eyes... I've seen your type before, prancing about at the tournaments in Wildor. Well, you should know this community stands with the red and blue and green skins... We don't tolerate bigotry, Toustain the White..." Toustain looked at him as if he was mad, before rolling his eyes. "Bigotry? Racist? I have no idea what you're talking about. The only problem anyone in this conversation has with the different races appears to be you. It doesn't seem that it's me who is the bigot." He shook his head in dismay. "People call me 'the White' on account of my rainment not my skin colour. My actual name is Roumare - my father's name. As to my skin colour - seeing as it appears to concern you so greatly - take it up with my mother. She bequeathed it to me. Honeysuckle Cottage is that way."
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Jan 6, 2017 0:43:15 GMT
Clive hit a sour note as he gave the paladin a harsh look. Then he took a stepped forward, gripping his instrument, and then... Began laughing his head off.
"I'm sorry, mate, I couldn't resist! Of course I know who are, I even know a few of your father's's tunes. You might know my sister Andraste."
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Post by Sabarrah on Jan 6, 2017 15:24:30 GMT
Once Lorel's done Sabarrah moves around the pair of men and speaks to the sign up person. 'My name is Sabarrah, could I please enter the sword and archery contests.. are you doing any for knife or wrestling?'
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Jan 7, 2017 21:06:33 GMT
Clive hit a sour note as he gave the paladin a harsh look. Then he took a stepped forward, gripping his instrument, and then... Began laughing his head off. "I'm sorry, mate, I couldn't resist! Of course I know who are, I even know a few of your father's's tunes. You might know my sister Andraste." Toustain gave a weak smile. The paladin had a sense of humor, bit the 'joke', if indeed it was that, was a little too close to the bone. "Yes I know who your sister is."
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Post by Andraste Jora on Jan 7, 2017 21:31:26 GMT
Andraste turned to her friend as they arrived. "So what do you want to do now?" She looked around with interest.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 7, 2017 21:44:01 GMT
Andraste turned to her friend as they arrived. "So what do you want to do now?" She looked around with interest. Anabell walked toward the Melee area, and said, "That is the wear the combat duels will take place. As soon as they are ready. I hope I get to beat your behind again."
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Post by Andraste Jora on Jan 7, 2017 22:05:45 GMT
Andraste turned to her friend as they arrived. "So what do you want to do now?" She looked around with interest. Anabell walked toward the Melee area, and said, "That is the wear the combat duels will take place. As soon as they are ready. I hope I get to beat your behind again." "Bet you won't!" She shot back. "If I lose, I'll buy you a drink."
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