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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 6, 2013 23:14:34 GMT -5
The young Dornish man nodded with a smile,"It is quite alright. I do understand." He quickly looked into the crowd again, this time seeing if any of his other siblings had arrived.
"I find that I must learn more about these affairs, if I am to advance within in my family." Evan grinned again. "These events should prove very.... Advantageous."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 23:42:04 GMT -5
"Family is important, I should know." He smiles "More of the Midlands have larger parties." He smiles. "Who knows you may find to enjoy them."
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Post by Ollie on Sept 6, 2013 23:48:03 GMT -5
The beginnings of a smile appeared on Ser Lorren's lips, but he simply nodded and allowed Ser Harold to move on through the crowd. The man was clearly much more adapted to these occasions than he. Lorren considered returning to the drinks, but he suspected being completely devoid of his wits before the banquet had even begun was ill advised, so he simply shuffled through the crowd, doing his best to keep away from his self assured brother and his wife who had just been noticed in the corner of his vision. Without warning a hastily running Damian Royce emerges from the crowed and collides violently into Ser Lorren's side. His attention having been devoted to a rather serious game of monsters and maidens, Damian is dashed to the ground and elicits a small amount of politely concealed laughter from nearby lords and ladies. The boy looks up to the Far Reach knight with an appropriately sheepish grin, and seems about to apologize when he suddenly blurts excitedly, "Oh! I know that sigil. You're a Hightower. From Oldtown," seemingly proud for recalling such a fact. |
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Sept 6, 2013 23:59:05 GMT -5
The beginnings of a smile appeared on Ser Lorren's lips, but he simply nodded and allowed Ser Harold to move on through the crowd. The man was clearly much more adapted to these occasions than he. Lorren considered returning to the drinks, but he suspected being completely devoid of his wits before the banquet had even begun was ill advised, so he simply shuffled through the crowd, doing his best to keep away from his self assured brother and his wife who had just been noticed in the corner of his vision. Without warning a hastily running Damian Royce emerges from the crowed and collides violently into Ser Lorren's side. His attention having been devoted to a rather serious game of monsters and maidens, Damian is dashed to the ground and elicits a small amount of politely concealed laughter from nearby lords and ladies. The boy looks up to the Far Reach knight with an appropriately sheepish grin, and seems about to apologize when he suddenly blurts excitedly, "Oh! I know that sigil. You're a Hightower. From Oldtown," seemingly proud for recalling such a fact. Ser Lorren seemed rather unaffected by the collision, glaring coldly at the surrounding revelers who were attempting to hide their amusement. He then turned his attentions to the boy who had collide with him, his frown fading subtly and a rare smile appearing on his face at the boy's excited enthusiasm. "That is correct, young Ser." he said, lowering himself down to the lad's level and appraising him with his pale grey eyes. "I am a Hightower. The tower my kin inhabit is high indeed, although not as high as some of their self valuations." Ser Lorren's eyes twinkled at his own joke. "Yet alas, I have failed to introduce myself. I am Ser Lorren Hightower." He extended his hand to the boy, strangely more at ease with the child than his peers. |
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 6, 2013 23:59:31 GMT -5
"Oh, well in Dorne, we have parties such as these." Evan looked again at the food."They are... A bit more spicier than this but we have a good time."
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Post by Ollie on Sept 7, 2013 0:32:45 GMT -5
Ser Lorren seemed rather unaffected by the collision, glaring coldly at the surrounding revelers who were attempting to hide their amusement. He then turned his attentions to the boy who had collide with him, his frown fading subtly and a rare smile appearing on his face at the boy's excited enthusiasm. "That is correct, young Ser." he said, lowering himself down to the lad's level and appraising him with his pale grey eyes. "I am a Hightower. The tower my kin inhabit is high indeed, although not as high as some of their self valuations." Ser Lorren's eyes twinkled at his own joke. "Yet alas, I have failed to introduce myself. I am Ser Lorren Hightower." He extended his hand to the boy, strangely more at ease with the child than his peers. "I'm not a ser. Well, not yet anyway," the boy smirks unabashedly. He reaches for the knight's hand in return, gripping harder than necessary in an effort to seem more adult. "I'm Damian Royce, of the Eyrie. Lord Bayard is my father," he introduces himself. "I've read about Oldtown in our library. It really is as tall as they say?" he asks, dubious. "Have you been to the citadel before? Do you know any archmaesters? They say they practice magic in secret," Damian continues, without pausing to mention exactly who they are. "Oh, Ser Lorren, are you going to ride in the joust?" he no doubt interrupts. |
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Sept 7, 2013 0:41:55 GMT -5
Ser Lorren seemed rather unaffected by the collision, glaring coldly at the surrounding revelers who were attempting to hide their amusement. He then turned his attentions to the boy who had collide with him, his frown fading subtly and a rare smile appearing on his face at the boy's excited enthusiasm. "That is correct, young Ser." he said, lowering himself down to the lad's level and appraising him with his pale grey eyes. "I am a Hightower. The tower my kin inhabit is high indeed, although not as high as some of their self valuations." Ser Lorren's eyes twinkled at his own joke. "Yet alas, I have failed to introduce myself. I am Ser Lorren Hightower." He extended his hand to the boy, strangely more at ease with the child than his peers. "I'm not a ser. Well, not yet anyway," the boy smirks unabashedly. He reaches for the knight's hand in return, gripping harder than necessary in an effort to seem more adult. "I'm Damian Royce, of the Eyrie. Lord Bayard is my father," he introduces himself. "I've read about Oldtown in our library. It really is as tall as they say?" he asks, dubious. "Have you been to the citadel before? Do you know any archmaesters? They say they practice magic in secret," Damian continues, without pausing to mention exactly who they are. "Oh, Ser Lorren, are you going to ride in the joust?" he no doubt interrupts. Ser Lorren's mouth had opened to reply to the first of the boys queries, but he was forced to close it and wait for the lad to finish firing off questions. "You certainly seem interested in my home, young Ser Damian." Lorren replied, finally cutting off the boy before he could think of something else to inquire about. "Surely it's not incorrect to call you Ser, seeing as you'll be a most gallant knight in the future." He winked at the boy, slightly stiffly, his eye not used to making the action. "I have heard much about your father, but seen little myself. As a matter of fact, I have never been acquainted with him, although no doubt my brother has. He is the Lord of the Far Reach." Lorren added, in case the lad had not known. "You will have to tell me about your famous father if I am to tell you about Oldtown, myself and the Maesters. Surely that is a fair trade?" Lorren smiled at the boy. |
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Post by Ollie on Sept 7, 2013 0:50:56 GMT -5
Damian's eyes narrowed slightly, unsure if he was being teased. Ser Lorren didn't seem that type of man though, and the young Royce had to admit that perhaps his lord father was sort of famous. He was Lord of the Vale after all.
"Alright, deal," Damian smiles. "But... you go first."
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Sept 7, 2013 1:05:48 GMT -5
Damian's eyes narrowed slightly, unsure if he was being teased. Ser Lorren didn't seem that type of man though, and the young Royce had to admit that perhaps his lord father was sort of famous. He was Lord of the Vale after all. "Alright, deal," Damian smiles. "But... you go first." "Very well." Ser Lorren agreed, his face passive. He ran his fingers through his short dark hair as he thought. "What was it you wished to know? The matter of participation in the tournament? That is simple enough; I will be competing, as befits me as a knight. We're good for precious else in peacetime, you know." he smiled lightly before continuing. "The hightower is even higher than words can describe, and Oldtown is wide and mighty. It's much more...civilized than King's Landing as well. The odors are, for the most part, quite bearable. You mustn't take my word for it though, you should come see for yourself when you are older. I am sure my brother would welcome you most graciously, there has never been any cause for enmity between our houses that I can think of. As for the Maesters, I cannot say. I have been to the Citadel and have never seen them perform the magic you speak of, yet it entirely possible that they keep such skills secret." Lorren shrugged, his face as calm as ever. "So, Ser Damian, now it is your turn. What is your father like? Is his a personality you would seek to emulate or learn from?" |
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Post by Marie on Sept 7, 2013 1:51:29 GMT -5
"And why is that Lord Hightower?" Jen asked. "Should you not always be on your guard anyway?" "Less so when one is surrounded by friends." he replied to the Willfyre girl. He turned to his wife and smiled, forcing down his irritation. "Come my dear. I am sorry to interrupt your conversation with this lady here, but we should mingle with the other Great Lords, lest they begin to plot against us. Lord Tyrell looks very smug over there. Perhaps we should be seen to offer our congratulations." Annara nodded at her husband's statement. "That would be good, my lord, indeed. I should very much like to speak to many of the high lords and ladies present. But Lord Tyrell first, as you say. As for plotting, I don't believe we shall stop it. No doubt they plot against each other as much as they plot against us." She slipped her arm through his. |
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Sept 7, 2013 2:09:15 GMT -5
Lothar smiled at his wife, his good humor restored. He gave the Willfyre girl a curt nod as courtesy demanded at an event such as this and then led his wife towards Lord Tyrell. As they approached, Lothar noted that Tyrell was speaking to a man clearly in his cups, whom he quickly recognised as the Lord of Casterly Rock. His top lip curled in distaste.
"Lord Bertram." he said calmly, ignoring the Lannister lord. "May I offer my congratulations to you and your family. A lovely bride."
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Post by Marie on Sept 7, 2013 2:22:57 GMT -5
"Indeed," said Annara. "Most beautiful and charming. House Tyrell is blessed by such a beautiful rose. As is House Targaryen, now."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2013 4:38:03 GMT -5
Lord Stark enters the Ball with his third wife Lady Joanna formerly of House Reed on his arm. Lord Stark is an impressive feature wearing a grey doublet on his fingers is only a single large silver ring that has been made into a wolfs head. Behind comes a small group of his children and other retainers from the North. Ser Malcolm entered the ballroom once again, having dropped off Robert with a servant to have the boy cleaned and re-dressed, before the servant would return the boy to his mother. Ser Malcolm noticed that Lord Stark had entered the ballroom, while he had been to the godswood with his son, and since he and Amya had had some thoughts concerning his son's fostering, he decided to approach the lord of the North. "My Lord of House Stark, welcome to King's Landing and the south. I hope that your journey here was uneventful." he said as he bowed deeply. |
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 7, 2013 7:32:56 GMT -5
Edrick bowed his head to the man, "It was a pleasant journey but I will admit it was long." Lord Stark then slowly stares at the man before him, "By the look of you I would say House Royce."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2013 9:52:34 GMT -5
Ser Malcolm nodded with an impressed look upon his face.
"Yes, my lord, that is correct. I am Ser Malcolm Royce, Knight of the Bloody Gate and brother to Lord of the Eyrie."
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Hope you all are well and happy.