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[CrimsonMoon]

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The Tournament was being held on the borders of the Reach, King's Landing and the Riverlands, strategically placed there to signify not only a mockery toward the Lannisters but to show the unity of the area. While the war raged on, just outside the forested area... Inside the thick trees, the colorful tents and large arena being erected a tense but obviously celebratory atmosphere was present. Ofdly enough, all kingdoms were invited to bring representatives... All armies were invited to appear and enjoy the festivities...

The tournament consisted of Melee, Archery, Axe-throwing, horse racing and the most looked foreward to even: Jousting. The knight who not only won the most competitions but scored the most would receive the ultimate prize... The Lannister Privcess-captured when fleeing from King's Landing by Targaryen forces- as well as quite a bit of gold...

The area was still being set up when the Greyjoy column marched ito the campsite. Rori rode his usual appaloosa war horse, looking around warily... Hating to be so far awah from his beloved pet but his 'father' had insisted... He'd rather be dying on a battle field somewhere.

Ariella meanwhile, lay on a small cot, jn a secluded tent guarded by Stark troops. She had been crying all night but had managed to hide it... She was in hell... Enzio... Please come find me, she prayed over and over

[~echo~]

Valgar Greyjoy rode upon his proud, black warhorse. It was a beautiful stallion, with feathered legs and a long forelock. He steered the horse with one hand, his other hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He looked around, one eyebrow raised in a haughty, proud expression. He had no doubt that he would win at least one event- he was called "The Bear," after all. He glanced at Rori, his jaw grinding. Petulant child, he thought with a small snarl on his face. He turned his face back to the road before Rori would notice him staring, and watched the tents grow closer.

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Rori's eyes flick to his father, celebrations were for nobles... They were warriors. His brow furrows.. He met the Lannister Princess once, such a sweet young lady... Maybe he could save her from an awedul fate?

As they approached, fanfares played, signaling the arrival of the Martells

Ari hears the sounds and looks up... He was here

[~echo~]

Valgar gazed at the camp. He would love to give the Martells a taste of his blade, but this was a strictly professional setting. He wouldn't kill anybody here- on purpose.

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Rori gazes up at the great wooden structure rising above the trees,"... Be kind, father," he mumbles softly

[~echo~]

Valgar chuckled. "Kindness isn't exactly my forte. I'll try, though."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Then don't talk," he answers, spurring the horse foreward just as the Martell Column appeared, the handsome young prince, Enzio riding foreward to meet the Bastard. Enzio smiles and calls out," King Rori the Iron Fist!" He laughs, even if they were on oppisite sides of the ear, they both seemed to be friends.

Rori dismounted," Charming Enzio, Silver Tongued Sun God, or whatever they call you," he sneers. The two embrace and grin

[~echo~]

Valgar watched with obvious displeasure at his bastard son's display. He glared at Enzio, dismounting his horse and leading the troops to the encampment. He found a large, comfortable tent and posted guards around it, entering and washing his face with some water.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori and Enzio talk in a friendly manner as they walk, leading their large horses through the camp. They spoke kindly, politely.

" Your father, why don't you invite him to come meet the young 'Prize'," Enzio winks and smirks, tying up his warhose near Rori's

Rori pauses,"... With the Ironborn's history is more littered with rape then I would like to admit.. I wouldn't trust him..." He admits

(You know the IronBorn are like the Vikings of Westeros xD)

[~echo~]

(Yeah xD)

Valgar lay his sword on a table and sat on the bed. He was tired from their long ride but not too sore. He sat there for a while, bored, and then headed outside. He walked around, greeting te other Greyjoy people.

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As the boys moved further away, a young woman suddenly ran into Vargar's chest, platinum blonde hair whipping around slender shoulders, the further down the eyes traveled downwar would reveal a dusty but beautiful white dress. To look upward once again would reveal a perfectly sculpted pale face and bright blue eyes...

Ariella looks at the large man she had run into and winces away, the golden lion choker around her neck gleaming briefly," I-I'm sorry-!"

[~echo~]

Valgar barely moved when she bumped into him, he was so tall and muscular. He steadied her with a hand and then gave a small dip of the head. "That's quite alright, miss. May I ask your name so I may apologize properly?"

[CrimsonMoon]

She stares up at him in awe but it quickly vanished, shying away from his hand. Dipping her head, the Stark guard near her dipping his head to Vargar.

Ariella pauses before courtseying... She might as well maintain her family's price and not be paraded around like a trophy," My name is Princess Ariella Lannister," she murmurs

[~echo~]

"Ah," he said gruffly. "You're the... reward," he continued. "Nice to meet you."

[CrimsonMoon]

Her eyes flashed briefly and she turns away," And you Lord..." Already beginning to move away," Will you accompany me, Lord Greyjoy, in a walk?" She smiles sweetly but it was the smile of a lion.

[~echo~]

"I would be delighted," he said, offering the girl her arm. "So, have you spoken to your family during your time here?"

[CrimsonMoon]

She pauses before taking his arm and walking with him, her eyes remained downcast as they entered the forest, the guard following them,"... No, I have not," she murmurs softly," But I am sure, in my heart, they are fighting to keep our throne... As we speak," her grip tightened slightly

[~echo~]

Valgar hardly noticed her grip tightening. "Are you quite confident that they will win? I believe that that is quite optimistic."

[CrimsonMoon]

" I believe we will win because anything less would be being hopeless, and I will not be hopeless..." She answers, staring ahead, her silken hair fluttering like feathers in the breeze," I will never give up... I will never surrender."

[~echo~]

"I think that you'll find you will surrender," he said, letting go of her arm. "I should be going now. Have you met my bastard son, Rori? I'm sure he'd be quite pleased to meet you."