The Black Sheep of the Trolling Tree!

The tournament is ready
For all the shining knights
They will hold their lances steady
Oh the pageantry, the sights!

Every House is entered,
Their sons their sigils bear,
The bannermen are centered
On raising their honour there.

Even so there’s mystery,
A knight who doesn’t show,
A name, a flag, a history,
Their name no one will know.

His armour made of oddment bits,
No gorgeous matching parts,
Just old pieces from different kits,
Without gold or silver arts.

Yet somehow this knight so bold,
Is besting all the best,
Knocking out the finest all told,
And amazing all the rest.

The only mark upon their shield,
A black sheep on verdant green,
Every knight has had to yield,
To the Ser unseen!

By Fragile Bird

Welcome back, Grumpkin Ahai!

Today we are having a tourney to welcome back one of our bards! Let the games begin!

Welcome to the tourney!
We hope you enjoy your stay
Here in Kings Landing
You can do what you may!

In honour of the Grumpkin
We have a variety of whores
Take your pick, my lord
And later we’ll have roast boar.

More wine for you?
Your wish is our command
Here in Kings Landing
We’re happy to lend a hand.

Welcome back, Grumpkin!
You have been sorely missed
We welcome you with this tourney
And from the queen of love and beauty, a kiss.

Let the knights enter the lists
Ready their horses, wards!
Are you sitting comfortably?
Begin your songs, bards!

By Dracarya