(121-03-17) More Fish on a Dish
More Fish on a Dish
Summary: After being questioned by Aevander on the previous day, Thadeus finds himself put to the test by Ser Daevon.
Date: Date of play (17/03/2014)
Related: Fish on a Dish

Tourney Grounds The Reach

It is a summer morning. The weather is hot and overcast.

The Tourney Grounds stand just outside of the walls of Oldtown. There is a raised platform of several levels for noble viewers, with space for comfortable chairs and little tables to be set in place, and tall posts for canopies to be hung to keep the sun off. Not far stands the great board where the lists are kept. On the far side of the grounds rough tiered benches are available for the smallfolk, and past them there's a flat field for the knights to erect their pavilions in the grass.

The long log rail for the jousts stands right before the Lords' and Ladies' platform, with the space for the melee just beyond it. The archery butts are mounded at the Southwest edge of the grounds, where a great meadow of purple-red fireweed spreads off into the distance. The rough little narrow road to Blackcrown cuts through it.

Daevon actually sent a message to Thadeus, saying he wanted to meet with him. Of course the training area of the tourney grounds may not be the most typical of places to meet, but there he is. Sword in hand.

The Tully heir had followed the request without much tarrying. After all he is in a good shape today, as last night's adventures had proved less sodden with ale and wine than usual. Given the place of meeting, he arrives in his chainmail and tabard in Tully red and blue, with two knights in tow. A sword is in the scabbard at his side. A slight frown will appear on Thadeus' face when he glimpses the Maiden Knight, with his sword drawn, but only briefly. "Good morrow, ser." he greets with the confident smile of an heir - and someone who enjoys sword practice, and even sword fights, when they are necessary.

Daevon has no guards with him, but then he never has. He's in practice leathers, not chain and his sword's a longsword. "Ser Thadeus Tully, I presume?" His smile is bright. "A pleasure. So I hear you're courting my sister?"

"Aye, that's me. And you must be Ser Daevon Targaryen," Thadeus will greet with a polite bow. "The Maiden Knight." The name is offered without any mockery in his tone. "I've heard much about you, ser. And yes. Your brother Ser Aevander gave me the permission to do so just yesterday." Grey-blue eyes flitting briefly over the sword in Daevon's hand and the leathers he is wearing before he inquires: "You are suggesting a spar, to test my abilities? Mayhaps I should send for my own training leathers and two practice swords, ser?"

"Actually, no," Daevon's smiling. "I'm suggesting we spar because I could do with a good opponent. And I enjoy sparring. First hit?" Daevon suggests. "We'll try not to skewer each other? Unless you really want to get changed."

"Then I am glad to oblige, ser," Thadeus smiling even wider now as he draws his own sword with the ease and confidence of an experienced swordsman. "And first hit sounds just fine to me." A chuckle. "I would not want to hurt my future good-brother, let alone kill him." Said with a low menacing grumble below the polite tone of his voice. His grey-blue eyes sparkling as he gets ready for the sparring.

Daevon's smiling as he watches Thadeus. "That's a bit presumptious, isn't it?" his tone's teasing though. He waits, sword at the ready for Thadeus to make the first move.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Daevon=blades Vs Thadeus=blades
< Daevon: Great Success Thadeus: Great Success
< Net Result: DRAW

Noticing the Targaryen will allow him to attack first, Thadeus will go at him with a loud roar, his sword moving forward to aim for Daevon's ribcage, the blade intended to turn at the last moment, to hit him with the flat side of the blade. There is much impact in the blow, and it will certainly cause the Targaryen at least some pain, and maybe push him from his feet, if it should connect.

Daevon's fast, always on the move, the moment Thadeus' sword swings he's a blur, somewhere else. He doesn't parry with his blade, knowing that he doesn't have Thadeus' strength and one blow could send him flying. Instead he steps to the side and back, dodging agilely away. And that's how he fights, this weaving, this avoiding, this constantly on the move, his eyes shining bright. His own sword strokes are light, testing Thadeus' defences, high, then low, seeing how he'll respond while seeking out a weakness in his defence.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Daevon=blades Vs Thadeus=blades
< Daevon: Good Success Thadeus: Success
< Net Result: Daevon wins - Solid Victory

It is certainly another style of fighting than Thadeus himself has adopted, his own relying more on strength and less on agility. His grey-blue eyes are following the Maiden Knight as he engages him in this dance, his own sword managing to parry the first flurry of blows, until his defense is breached by a hit to his left thigh. Brows furrowing but acknowledging the hit with a nod, the Tully's smile will fade, as he tries to gather all of his concentration and skills to counter adequately, and offers a quick series of blows of his own, first low then high, with a touch more strength behind them, as his reserve seems to fade as well.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Thadeus=Blades Vs Daevon=Blades
< Thadeus: Great Success Daevon: Failure
< Net Result: Thadeus wins - Crushing Victory

Daevon did, technically get the first hit, that light tap to Thadeus' thigh, but if Thadeus doesn't seem inclined to stop, then neither does Daevon. He continues with this fast assault, dancing around the larger man, his blade lashing out again, and again, pecking away. Where skill fails, brute force though could easily shatter its way through this kind of defence.

And so it does, much to the surprise of both knights. The Tully's sword is swung in a wide arc before it moves forward again, aiming for the Targaryen's ribcage, the other sword moving to intercept it, and actually managing to do so, when it suddenly shatters from the impact, the blow finally connecting with the flat side of the blade and sending the Maiden Knight flying backwards. "Seven Hells!", Thadeus looks stunned, his sword dropping to the ground as his fingers let go of it. His gaze shifting to his two knights who stand there, gaping widely, before it returns to stare at Daevon with concern. Moving beside him next, and offering a hand to help him up. "Are you alright, ser?"

Daevon's looking a bit dazed, and then he's grinning, laughing in fact. "Wow. I'm going to feel that for weeks. Well fought." He takes the offered hand with his left one, his right still a bit numb. "So, say my sister Cerys were to go missing, what would you do?"

Thadeus grins as well now, as he helps the Targaryen to his feet. "According to the rules we agreed upon, you won, ser. As you managed the first hit. Forgive me that… lapse. But a good spar it was." Shaking his head incredulously at what has just happened. The reply to Daevon's question comes without thinking. "I'll go out and find her, ser."

Daevon smiles. "Well in a real fight you'd have won. So we can call it a draw." He smiles at Thadeus' response. "What if you're married and find out that she's taken another lover?" A pause. "Or you yourself find your head turned by another beautiful woman?"

These two questions seem to be harder to answer, than that first one. Thadeus lowers his gaze for a moment, scratching the stubbles at his chin pensively, before his eyes are raised towards Daevon again. "You think her the kind of person who would do that?" A bewildered smile appearing on his face now. "I would… handle the situation discretely, of course. Speak to her, and give her the chance to repent. Before I'd kill the scoundrel." He smiles and nods. "Aye, that would be the way I'd handle that. As for other women…" He shrugs. "With Lady Cerys as wife I wouldn't have any need for others, as they'd all look plain and dull compared to her beauty." He has done his homework, apparently.

Daevon studies Thadeus, thoughtfully. "I didn't say I thought her apt to do so." He smiles. "Are you just giving the answers you think a brother would like to hear? You speak of her beauty, but what of all her other traits?"

Thadeus chuckles at the first question, clearly amused. "I am sure you have spoken with your brother, and have already heard some bits about me, ser. The thing is, I am no Septon. I'm quite fond of female company. I may have some bastards already roaming the Riverlands. It's no secret, really. I am aware I have to change my behaviour, Ser Daevon. I am willing to do so, for a Targaryen. Your sister… I have met her only twice thus far, and she has made an impression on me. But it would be a lie to say I know her already. We should speak again after some time, when I have had the opportunity to court her, and I am certain I will be able to answer your questions more sufficiently."

Daevon shakes his head in response. "No, we have not spoken of you at all. He merely mentioned your name at dinner one day. You have claimed these children of yours? They bear the Rivers name? You know that you need only have your father speak with our father? That I am certain they could arrange it so that the two of you might wed. That neither I, nor Aevander, truly have any say in it. Nor Cerys either. However, whatever name she has Cerys will always be our sister."

"I have," Thadeus replies, to the question of having claimed his bastards as his own. "And I am aware of the way betrothals are arranged, ser. I would want to speak with Lady Cerys though, before I would send word to my father, to make the necessary arrangements." He smiles at Daevon's last remark and inclines his head. "I am aware of that."

Daevon nods in response. "Have her a saddle and tack made for her stallion, the White Dragon. Have it made out in silvers and whites, and be ornately beautiful. Get her riding leathers to match. If you could get the champron styled in the shape of a dragon's head…" he smiles. "She loves that horse of hers."

His lips will curl into a smile when Thadeus hears Daevon's reply, and he will incline his head once again. "I will keep your advice in mind, ser." Even if his eyes may widen a bit at the elaborate description. "So… her horse is called 'White Dragon'?" How fitting indeed. The Tully heir shoots his two knights a glance, before he addresses the Targaryen again: "It's been good talking to you, ser. And I thank you for the spar. But I fear I must get going. Some business at the manse, that needs to be seen to." A vague gesture there, before Thadeus offers a bow in goodbye. The smile remaining on his features as he turns and walks off, his two knights soon falling in behind him.

"Well, Dragon," Daevon says. "And he is a stallion. Ask her about him. Farewell."

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