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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 13, 2008 21:22:43 GMT -5
Breck takes Alexander's hand and shakes it, "A true pleasure, Lord Irwyn", he says smiling. He bows to the man and then to Lord Tarly as he leaves Lord Irwyn's solar. By the end of the day he was already planning the journey home.
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Post by Sam on Apr 13, 2008 21:49:14 GMT -5
////////////////////////////// The seven hundred westermen who survived the Battle of Hellolt marched south under Ser Mychel Hill. At the coast they met the twelve-ship fleet of Fair Isle. There were enough men to crew them all, and began the long journey back home, to Fairisle.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 14, 2008 9:14:54 GMT -5
////////////////////////// As the other hosts depart Hellholt for home. The army of the Far Reach march back towards Godsgrace at a leisurely pace. A small garrison is left to provide order for the surrounding area.
The Dornish small folk, that wish to settle near Hellsholt are released from service without weapons. Those that wish to settle on the Greenblood are permitted to march with the Reachmen as long as they maintain their good discipline.
18 casks of bloody sand is taken from the field in remembrance of the 18,000 Far Reachmen who died in the Dornish war.
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Post by mark on Apr 14, 2008 9:20:58 GMT -5
To Lord Irwyn's right is Robb Tarly, undergoing a variety of emotions-- pride, sadness, anger, confusement, emptiness. This war changed Robb, as it did so many others.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 26, 2008 16:00:35 GMT -5
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Lady Demelza Uller with her entourage along with Brandon Stone arrives at Hellholt. Brandon looks at the view of the river. "Lovely place this," he sais.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 26, 2008 16:05:02 GMT -5
The red silt makes the river look like a river of blood. Hellholt sits on a rock clearing,beside the river, her fields, largely devastated by the fighting and the need for the large army which had been kept here to eat. Lady Uller ignores the comment.
"Welcome to Hellholt," she says, with a gesture as the group enters through the portcullis.
On the other side is a large open air foyer, covered wall to wall with thich Myrish carpets. Brandon can here the slight clink clink sound of metal as he walks over the ground looking at the luxrious stuff divans and shade umbrellas set up in this area.
"This is where we entertain our guests." says Demzela pleasantly.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 26, 2008 16:09:24 GMT -5
Brandon smiles, "Entertainement? Mummers and the like then?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 26, 2008 16:13:18 GMT -5
"Not exactly no. More like... Spicy wine, and intriguing conversation with like minded people. I was never much one for mummery."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 26, 2008 16:16:28 GMT -5
Brandon shrugs, "some mummer's show can be good, depending on what it's about, saw a fun one in King's Landing just before I had to leave for Godsgrace"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 26, 2008 16:18:36 GMT -5
"I find real life far more... entertaining." She says cryptically.
The porticullis had shut behind them, and there was a delay, as the heavy iron door of the foyer is opened to reveal the entrance to the castle proper.
"This way." she says, as they enter through a narrow hallway into the castle and keep.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 26, 2008 16:23:03 GMT -5
Brandon follows and looks at the walls of the keep and the paintings hanging around, he points out some individual paintings and wonders who the people on the pictures were.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 26, 2008 16:31:14 GMT -5
Along the entrance way are pictures of the Lord Uller, each more landishly portrayed than the last. The last one is labeled, Lord Foren Uller IV, and depicts a handsome sharp dressed man in the orange and red of house Uller. He is holding a book in his left hand, and a bell in his right hand.
He also has three heads, one which appears normal, with sharp good looks and long black hair, and the other two monstrous, with gnashing teeth and ugly yellow eyes.
"A self portrait, my Foren was very expressive.." Demezla says.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 26, 2008 16:35:25 GMT -5
Brandon blinks and doesn't know what to think of the painting, "I see... any such portraits of you?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 26, 2008 16:36:26 GMT -5
"A traveling artist came a few years ago, and tried to paint my portrait, but I did not care for the rendition, and I haven't had one done since."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 26, 2008 16:39:49 GMT -5
Brandon nods, "Would be hard to capture your full spirit in a painting, I think".
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