(121-06-13) The Princess and the Lion
The Princess and the Lion
Summary: A princess meets a lion on the training grounds. A test of strength is followed by the pair going to get a drink.
Date: 13/06/2014
Related: None
Players:
Ludvik..Faelyn..

The Tourney Grounds

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.


Early morning finds the training grounds rather full of knights and thier squires. The men train tirelessly, well most of them anyway a few of the squires are lazing about near the entrance to the field when Faelyn makes her entrance. The squires stare in shock and one knight does a double take and gets hit with a practice sword from his squire. Faelyn frowns as she strides onto the feild in the direction of the melee training dummies. A gaurd and servant follow her and with the guards armor and Faelyn's silver hair and violet eyes there is no doubt that the woman is Targaryen. Normally this might not be such a big deal if said Princess wasn't wearing half-plate and carrying a sword and shield with an easy confidence. She strides through the field proudly ignoring most of the stares she gets. She mumbles to her servant. "You would think they had never seen a woman before." The servant looks at the princess and smiles faintly as Faelyn approches one of the dummies to practice easily lifting her shield and blade into a fighting stance.

Dressed in his own armor, with some hints of red and gold, Ludvik steps over in the general direction of the training dummies, whistling a bit to himself as he does. Seems like the Lannister is in a good mood at the moment, doesn't it? A pause as he spots the Targaryen woman in armor, but he doesn't say anything about it at the moment.

<FS3> Faelyn rolls Blades: Good Success

Faelyn glances breifly in the direction of the whistling knight. Taking a deep breath she launches a heavy controled slash at the dummy circling it and then aiming a few quicker hits to it. Its obvious she has trained like this before her skill with a blade while not perfect is quite promising. She continues to circle and strike alternating between fast strikes and heavier blows with the ocassional bash of her shield thrown in. The servant watches her princess with a calm expression and the guard stands nearby keeping watch over his charge. Neither of them seem to think this is the least bit odd.

Ludvik comes to a stop as well, watching Faelyn and her slashes at the dummy now. Not saying much at the moment, as he just keeps on watching her work with the blade.

Faelyn continues her practice the gaze on her not breaking her concentration. Still she feels the knight watching and after a few more slashes at the dummy she whirls around to face him her expression calm but with a hint of amusment. "Is there a reason for your staring Ser?" She raises a thin silver brow at Ludvik regarding him with a hint of curiousity. "Most men would be demanding I give up my sword and armor for more ladylike pursuits by now you know?"

Offering a nod now, and a brief smile, Ludvik raises one brow as well as he hears the words. "Are you sure it would have to be one or the other, Princess?" That's the plausible title for a Targaryen after all. "Because if I may say so, it would seem that were you to give up on any of those two things, it would be a loss for the world." It's offered with a grin, as he shrugs a little now.

Faelyn laughs softly amusement flashing in her violet eyes. "Well fortunately I have no interest in giving up either no matter what people might say. I can still be a lady from time to time if needed though." She offers him a warm little smile. "I am Princess Faelyn Targaryen. May I ask your name? Its not often I meet a man who seems…accepting of my desire to fight. Its actually a nice change in fact."

Ludvik smiles, "A pleasure to meet you, Princess Faelyn. I'm Ser Ludvik Lannister." A nod again, as he adds, "The last melee here showed how fierce female warriors can be as well. Of course, she used a Valyrian steel blade, but still."

"A pleasure to meet you as well Ser Ludvik." Faelyn eyes widen at the mention of the melee and she smiles brightly. "I wish I had been here to see it. Perhaps I will get the chance to meet this woman myself. I won a tourney event for squires and non knights in Kings Landing but as soon as my helmet came off people started protesting and calling it a scandal." She shakes her head before giving Ludvik a curious look. "Will you spar with me Ser Ludvik? I did come here to train after all and I suspect you did as well."

"I'm sure you will meet her, since she seems to be staying here in Oldtown," Ludvik replies. "It was Lady Maera Mormont, the head of House Mormont." A smile at the offer of a spar. "A spar sounds quite lovely," he agrees, with a nod now.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Ludvik=Defense Vs Faelyn=Blades
< Ludvik: Good Success Faelyn: Good Success
< Net Result: DRAW

Faelyn smiles and easily slips into a fighting stance. She waits for Ludvik to ready himself before launching a swift blow at the knight's chest. She circles around carefully after that watching the Lannister's movements with those calm violet eyes. A few knights stop what they are doing to watch them but the Princess is occupied with her opponet.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Ludvik=Blades Vs Faelyn=Defense
< Ludvik: Good Success Faelyn: Good Success
< Net Result: DRAW

Watching carefully as soon as he gets ready, Ludvik steps a little back as he brings up his own sword to block the attack, before he brings his weapon down quickly, towards Faelyn's left knee in an attempt to unbalance her now.

Ludvik=Defense vs Faelyn=Blades
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Ludvik=Defense Vs Faelyn=Blades
< Ludvik: Success Faelyn: Good Success
< Net Result: Faelyn wins - Marginal Victory

Faelyn moves out of the way of that blow just in time the hit grazing her armor but doing no real damage. It doesn't seem to slow her down either and her own blade arcs upward towards Ludvik's left arm. Her shield is kept at the ready and those violet eyes continue to watch assessing Ludvik and his movements waiting for an opening.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Ludvik=Blades Vs Faelyn=Defense
< Ludvik: Success Faelyn: Great Success
< Net Result: Faelyn wins - Solid Victory

Not managing to bring up his own shield in time to block the attack, Ludvik grimaces momentarily. "Good one," he offers, before he tries another swing, a higher one this time, done with more speed than accuracy.

Ludvik=Defense vs Faelyn=Blades
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Ludvik=Defense Vs Faelyn=Blades
< Ludvik: Success Faelyn: Good Success
< Net Result: Faelyn wins - Marginal Victory

"Thank you." Faelyn smiles faintly as he praises her hit. Not stopping or losing focus she quickly moves backwards and to the side to avoid the quick slash and then comes forward with another slash this one aimed at Ludvik's knee trying the same move he used on her a moment ago.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Ludvik=Blades Vs Faelyn=Defense
< Ludvik: Good Success Faelyn: Failure
< Net Result: Ludvik wins - Solid Victory

Wincing a bit as the hit smacks his knee this time, Ludvik takes a few brief moments to stretch that knee, before swinging for Faelyn's right side now, a little more forcefully.

Ludvik=Defense vs Faelyn=Blades
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Ludvik=Defense Vs Faelyn=Blades
< Ludvik: Good Success Faelyn: Great Success
< Net Result: Faelyn wins - Solid Victory

The strike hits causing Faelyn to wince as it makes contact. A few kights cheer out in favor of Ludvik and yet the Princess holds her ground and aims a more forceful strike towards Ludvik's chest. There is a stubborn look in her violet eyes, even if she doesn't win she is determined to give it her best shot.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Ludvik=Blades Vs Faelyn=Defense
< Ludvik: Failure Faelyn: Success
< Net Result: Faelyn wins - Marginal Victory

Ouch! That hit to the chest makes Ludvik stumble backwards quite a bit, but he swings out blindly, not quite succeeding now. Wincing for a few moments as he takes a deep breath now, but not giving up yet, it would seem.

Ludvik=Defense vs Faelyn=Blades
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Ludvik=Defense Vs Faelyn=Blades
< Ludvik: Good Success Faelyn: Great Success
< Net Result: Faelyn wins - Solid Victory

Faelyn easily dodges that blind swing. She holds her stance staying back for a moment to make sure the knight still wants to continue. When he doesn't yield she aims another heavy controlled swing of her blade at Ludvik's knee trying to send him down or at least slow him down some more.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Ludvik=Blades Vs Faelyn=Defense
< Ludvik: Great Success Faelyn: Success
< Net Result: Ludvik wins - Crushing Victory

That swing sends Ludvik down to his knee, but he swings once more, for the knee of Faelyn as well. That done, he doesn't get up to a standing position again, remaing down on his knees for now.

Faelyn smiles faintly as Ludvik goes down on one knee but she isn't quick enough to dodge the blow to her own knee. She winces and falls onto one knee as well facing the Lannister knight. Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she regards him then she smiles brightly a soft laugh leaving her lips. "You fight very well Ser Ludvik. I would say that would be considered a draw. I hope you will consider sparring with me again though. I enjoyed that."

Offering a hand to the Targaryen as he sees she went down to the knee as well, Ludvik offers a chuckle in return again now. "Well fought," he offers, before he nods, "It will be an honor to spar with you again."

Accepting the hand Faelyn smiles happily and allows Ludvik to help her up. She smiles warmly. "I look forward to it. Perhaps you would like to join me for a drink sometime as well? I find myself curious and wanting to learn more about you."

Getting to his feet as well, Ludvik siles as he offers a smile. "A drink sounds like an excellent idea as well," he replies, before he adds, "There's a few good places for that in this city as well."

Faelyn nods offering another of those warm little smiles of hers. "Well then you shall have to show me around then. I just arrived in town yesterday myself. Did you want to go now or perhaps wait for another time?" She slides her sword back into its sheath and studies Ludvik curiously.

"That recent an arrival?" A brief pause, before Ludvik smiles. "Welcome to Oldtown, then." Nodding a little bit as he gets his own sword back in place. "At the moment, I would say a cider at the Quill and Tankard sounds like an excellent way of getting some of the pains from the spar out of the system.

"Thank you and yes that sounds like a fine idea." Faelyn agrees with an incline of her head and another soft smile. She gestures towards the exit. "Lead the way Ser Ludvik. I'm not yet familer with where things are located yet so you will have to be my guide." She gestures to her servant and guard and the pair move to follow behind the princess and knight.

Ludvik nods a bit, starting to lead the way, making sure to match his speed to Faelyn's. "I will try my best to be a good guide, then." Leading the way off the grounds now.


The Quill and Tankard

This is the common room of the Quill and Tankard, that famous Oldtown Inn that has never closed in five hundred years. The building is a noble old half-timber structure with plastered stone between the enormous old black beams. It sits on a small rock of an island at the edge of the Honeywine River, and is accessed by a little footbridge, or by water-taxi.

Rivermen and seamen, smiths and singers, priests and princes, Lords and sellswords, travelers both noble and small, and the novices and acolytes of the Citadel - all come for a taste of the fearsomely strong apple cider that makes this inn so beloved by Oldtown's people. There is a pleasant buzz of chatter, cups and tankards being filled and refilled, and general laughter.

The fire in the hearth allows for a merry glow and a comfortable warmth from Oldtown's breezy, misty cobblestone streets. Benches and tables offer places to sit, and there is a deliciously toothsome smell in the air of food from the back.


Faelyn follows beside Ludvik with her servant and guard trailing behind them. The group enters the Quill and Tankard and Faelyn glances around letting Ludvik guide her in and to a table. A few people give the armored woman odd looks but Faelyn doesn't really seem to mind or even care. Her guard and servant will take up posts nearby the former watching the patrons calmly while the latter glances around breifly before focusing on the princess once more.

Looking around at the various tables, Ludvik leans the way over to one of them, offering a brief smile, as he gestures to the person behind the bar now. "Something for your guard and servant as well, Princess?" he asks, before he moves the rest of the way over to the table to pull out a chair for Faelyn now.

Faelyn smiles as Ludvik pulls out her a chair and she settles down onto with surprising grace for a woman wearing half-plate. She looks to the guard and servant as the question is asked. The guard shakes his head but the servant smiles shyly. "I could use something to drink if the Princess doesn't mind? I'm not picky as to what though." Faelyn looks to Ludvik. "Some cider for my servant as well please Ser Ludvik." She gives him a gentle smile and props her shield up beside the table.

Ludvik smiles, moving to seat himself as well now. Nodding as he hears Faelyn's words, before he gestures to the barkeep to bring them three ciders now. Turning back to the lady, he smiles, "So, if I may ask. What made you decide to pick up weapons?" Sounding a bit curious now.

Faelyn studies Ludvik and a moment her smile showing she is amused by the question. "I'm afraid its neither a very heroic nor very tragic tale like so many are. Its actually quite boring in comparison but if you truly wish to know then I will glady share it." The cider is brought and she gestures for her maid to sit with them. Faelyn takes a slow sip of the cider before she explains. "I think I was five. I have a brother who was about four years my senior. I saw his teacher struggling to teach him swordplay and told him I could do better. He laughed and said I would never be allowed to touch a blade becuase I was a woman. So I asked my father to get me lessons and he allowed it thinking it was a passing interest. I still train to this day and my brother gave up on becoming a squire by the time he was ten." She smirks a bit michiviously. "And so I achieved my goal and yet…I still want to learn more. I would love it if someone would take me as a squire. I think my brother a fool for giving up and I can't say how he describes me in polite company."

"I see," Ludvik replies, before he nods a little at the part about wanting to learn more. "Wanting to learn more is always good," he offers, before he adds, "If it wasn't for how soundly you were beating me out on the practice field, I'd offer to teach you what I can." A brief pause, and a grin. It's about that time when the ciders arrives, and the LAnnister takes out some coin to pay the serving girl that brought it over.

Faelyn laughs softly and then offers Ludvik a bright grateful smile. "Thank you Ser Ludvik, I appreciate you being willing to consider that even though I would say our skill levels are fairly close to even." She sips her cider and looks thoughtful a moment. "Though perhaps you might be willing to help me find a knight who can teach me? Since I'm new to Oldtown it might be wise to seek advice from someone who knows more about the knights here, which ones I might ask to train me and which ones I should avoid. There were a couple back in Kings Landing who were quite….troublesome. I wish to avoid needless confrontations if possible."

Ludvik nods as he hears that. "I will have to think about which ones I know that might be able to help, but I'll see what I'll be able to come up with," he offers, taking a sip of his own cider now.

"Then you have my thanks. Please let me know if someone comes to mind. I'm staying at the Dragon Door Manse here in the city so if you wish to contact me just send a messenger there." Faelyn smiles and takes another sip of her cider before setting the goblet down. "Will you tell me more about yourself now? I shared a bit of my past so it would be very nice if you did the same."

"About me? I don't know if there's much interesting to mention. My uncle is the Lord of the House. My mother was of House Marbrand, and I was sent off there to squire for my uncle, Ser Derrick. I don't know if there's much more I can think of, but if there is, ask, and I shall try to answer as best I can."

Faelyn tilts her head and considers him a moment. "Did you enjoy your time as a squire or was there something else you would have rather done instead? I enjoy training myself but I know many would prefer a more peaceful life. I had the oppurtunity to choose to learn to fight but many seem to do it only out of commitment to thier families. I hope you at least enjoy being a knight somewhat?" She smiles softly and reaches for her cider once more.

Ludvik nods a little as he hears that, taking another sip of his cider before he replies. "I enjoyed it very much. Although I must say I enjoyed getting through the training even more than the training itself." That last part is offered with a grin now.

Faelyn laughs softly and finishes off her cider with a smile. "I imagine so. You must be very proud of your acomplishment. I would love to stay and talk more but I should probably get back to the manse and get this armor off. It wouldn't do to cause to much of a stir…at least not so soon after my arrival." She grins and rises to her feet. "Thank you for the drink and the company Ser Ludvik. I will admit freely that you are one of the more…tolerable men I have met." Her tone is teasing and she smirks her eyes shining with a playful gleam as she waits for him to speak waiting for a reply before taking her leave.

Ludvik smiles, nodding a little bit. "I am proud of it, yes." A smile is offered as he hears the rest, before he adds, "You're welcome. I've really enjoyed the company." A laugh before he adds, "At least after you stopped beating me up out there." Another brief pause, before he adds, "I'll be looking forward to our next meeting too."

"As will I. I hope to see you again soon." Faelyn offers Ludvik a final smile before heading for the door with her gaurd and maid trailing behind her. She slips out of the tavern and onto the street glancing back at the knight briefly before the door closes behind her.

Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License