Tourney of the Hand
“If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you can not do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.” – Eddard Stark
The wind blows unnaturally cold. Winter is coming, in the words of House Stark. But when the Iron Throne beckons, Westeros answers, and a tourney in King’s Landing is not to be missed. Chill or no, the bannermen of a hundred houses set their steeds toward King’s Landing for a week of drink, sport, and, politics. A chance to cross swords and splinter lances draws some, whereas others come to whisper in shadowed corners and plot the downfall of their rivals. The favor of the king is the sturdiest shield, and one draught of poison in a banquet cup can defeat your enemy’s thousand swords. King’s Landing is where fortunes are made and power beyond measure can be grasped. But the treacherous webs of intrigue are difficult for even the canniest spider to navigate, and men of honor fall like autumn leaves in a place so steeped in betrayal.