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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2013 6:54:33 GMT -5
Just after the ceremony at the Baelor's Sept, the grand ball stands ready for guests. Musicians play music as bards circulate the room. Well-appointed servants move around to fulfill any requests. A cryer stands ready to announce every entrance.
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Post by Fel on Sept 6, 2013 6:58:25 GMT -5
Urrigon Greyjoy, a man in his 20s and heir to the Iron Islands, enters at the head of the Ironborn retinue.
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 7:00:08 GMT -5
Lord Gerion Lannister enters the ballroom, with his wife Lady Winifred on one arm.
He is immaculately groomed with a fine blood red doublet with two golden lions rampant brooches on the collars either side of his throat. His fingers are also heavy with large golden sovereign rings with the emblem of House Lannister present prominently.
His young son Aurane is also with him, being shadowed by Ser Audric Clegane the captain of his guard.
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Post by Flex on Sept 6, 2013 7:12:24 GMT -5
Aurane followed his father into the hall. He was dressed in elaborate red and crimson, a ceremonial lionhead-pommeled sword at his hip. His clear green eyes were full of wonder.
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Post by Fel on Sept 6, 2013 7:13:44 GMT -5
Urrigon approaches the Lannister lord.
"Lord Gerion, I presume?" He asked, nodding his head to the man. "I am Urrigon Greyjoy, son to Lord Vickon. I had hoped to find you here."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 7:16:25 GMT -5
Jen Willfyre having followed her brother in went to find the nearest drinking point where she could talk and maybe listen to the drunks.
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 7:35:35 GMT -5
Urrigon approaches the Lannister lord. "Lord Gerion, I presume?" He asked, nodding his head to the man. "I am Urrigon Greyjoy, son to Lord Vickon. I had hoped to find you here." Gerion nodded back to the man. "Well met, Greyjoy. How is your father?" he replied politely enough, if with an air of disinterest. His eyes lingered a bit longer on the curves of his sister Jen. "This is my wife, Winifred and my boy Aurane" he continued. |
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Post by Flex on Sept 6, 2013 7:44:50 GMT -5
"Hello, ser," Aurane answered politely.
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Post by Fel on Sept 6, 2013 7:52:51 GMT -5
Urrigon nodded at the wife and son of the lord. "This is my sister Jen," he said when he noticed the Lannister's wandering eyes, "and my other sister Elin," he indicated at another woman.
"His health has been failing him," Urrigon said of Lord Vickon, "and my father has never been one to tolerate failure lightly. There is still fight in him, the healers are surprised by how long he has lasted, in truth."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2013 7:54:40 GMT -5
A tall, lean-though-hard looking man confidently carried himself behind Urrigon. Though Renwulf was in his twenties and younger than his brother, the he sported a long, full beard. His hair was long as well, damply framing a serious face. His eyes however, were the most captivating feature of the man with the six foot-four-inch frame. They burned like the sun. They were black and hard as iron, but they were imbued with a fervent and passionate smolder, as only the most devout or pious can achieve.
Renwulf's zealous nature was famous on the Iron Islands, and well know even among the Greenlanders. Some whispered that his pedestal had become too high, and the continent of Westeros knew it to be dangerous. All of the Iron Born trusted Renwulf to lead them in matters of their Drowned God, and Renwulf trusted only one man: Urrigon.
The Drowned Man followed closely behind his brother, never wasting a glance.
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 8:08:35 GMT -5
"That's a shame. Perhaps he will pull through, if the maesters do their work well enough. Sadly, the Stranger calls us all to him in the end" Gerion replied, with the same faint air of disinterest and an echo of piety.
He glanced at Renwulf, slightly annoyed at having to crank his neck to do so, and then smiled at the two women.
"Not that I suppose you believe that, of course. If he does rise 'harder and stronger' then perhaps you'll make a convert of me" he chuckled to himself.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Sept 6, 2013 8:16:35 GMT -5
Jen Willfyre having followed her brother in went to find the nearest drinking point where she could talk and maybe listen to the drunks. Perhaps it wasn't the best choice, but joined to the rest of the Ironborn party was the young blonde boy Imry. A man needs to be made at some point. |
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 8:23:19 GMT -5
Jen did not seem bothered in the slightest that her five year old son was there. After all it built character. She did however make sure her had a drink of water.
"Don't trust what is said." She murmured to him as she gave him the drink.
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Sept 6, 2013 8:32:13 GMT -5
Lord Lothar Hightower strode into the hall, his wife on his arm. He was closely followed by his entourage, consisting of other close relatives including his brother, his brother-in-law the Lord of the Arbor and his uncle.
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Sept 6, 2013 9:19:07 GMT -5
Lord Lothar Hightower strode into the hall, his wife on his arm. He was closely followed by his entourage, consisting of other close relatives including his brother, his brother-in-law the Lord of the Arbor and his uncle. Ser Lorren Hightower, brother to the Lord of the Far Reach, entered with his liege. The 26 year old was known to be a knight of good character and some skill. His grey eyes slowly took stock of those already in the hall, his face expressionless. He was a relatively handsome man, and he had become acquainted with wedding festivities two years prior at his own marriage. This wedding was, he observed unsurprised, much grander. |
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Hope you all are well and happy.