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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2013 9:38:42 GMT -5
Ser Malcolm Royce, younger brother to the Lord of the Vale, entered the ballroom with his wife at his side. Clutching his parent's legs a small child, whom looked to be no older than two years old, peeked out across the room with a look of both amazement and fear. The Vale knight led his wife and son to a table with Valewomen and children, before he went off in search of some ale and conversation with the other nobles of the realm.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 9:41:44 GMT -5
Harold would enter the ball room with his family, his own newlywed wife on his arm. The red haired man looks around the crowded room. The other Tully's with him seem to move like a school of fish, the irony. He smiled at the mirth of the newlywed festivity. Dressed in the fine colors of Red and Blue, he was not dressed as finely and richly as some of the wealthier lords and nobles, but he managed to look good for the moment.
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Post by Osgar Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 9:41:56 GMT -5
Turion Coldiron walks into the ball, a bit behind the other Ironborn, with a satisfied grin on his face. He was busy taking what was his from a serving wench, she didn't seem to mind, in another room. The young, heir to Bear Island, walks over to his kin. His grin slightly lowers at the noise of the seven, and even less at the comment of their ways. He looks at Renwulf before moving on to wander around the ball, it was a boring conversation anyway.
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Post by Fel on Sept 6, 2013 9:49:25 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. Urrigon nodded, his pale blue eyes taking the measure of this man. "Aye, my father has escaped worst fates than this, though this will be his first time facing a foe he couldn't simply disembowel or throw over the side of a ship. In any case, we all must feast in the watery halls eventually." "What word from the Westerlands? I trust the gods still smile on our wealthy neighbours?" |
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Post by Fel on Sept 6, 2013 9:57:55 GMT -5
Urrigon frowned at the woman speaking to him then made a noise of dry amusement. "Of course, Lady Lannister, you know your family history better than I do, I'm sure."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 10:09:04 GMT -5
Ser Malcolm Royce, younger brother to the Lord of the Vale, entered the ballroom with his wife at his side. Clutching his parent's legs a small child, whom looked to be no older than two years old, peeked out across the room with a look of both amazement and fear. The Vale knight led his wife and son to a table with Valewomen and children, before he went off in search of some ale and conversation with the other nobles of the realm. Harold would seat his wife down at the table with the rest of the Tullies and Riverlanders. He looks around and sees the room quite infested with squid and lions locked in some rather interesting conversation. Harold sees a Royce leave the Valeman table and figures he would introduce himself to his secluded neighbor. Harold would approach Malcom with a nod. "Greetings Ser Malcolm, I am glad to see the Bloody Gate gave you no trouble." |
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Post by Archmaester Thomas on Sept 6, 2013 10:23:30 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. "So many people..." He said to Lord Lothar with a half-smile. Lord Arthur was dressed in fine Myrish purple clothing, with a golden grape cluster brooch. |
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Sept 6, 2013 10:25:05 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. Imry nodded, and closely stood by his mother. He said nothing, but he watched the nobility around him make their introductions and pleasantries. They seemed all quite silly to him. |
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Post by Fel on Sept 6, 2013 10:27:08 GMT -5
Urrigon nodded with an unreadable expression, "aye, it is my sisters' first time here, as to Renwulf," he said, glancing at his brother, "it is anyone's guess where he gets to in his travels."
Elin Greyjoy smiled at the Lady Winifred, her face had a warmth that made her a peculiarity amongst the Ironborn contingent. "It is exciting to be out of the Islands, my lady, the city is so full of life and sights and sounds, it's very different from home." Her attempt at sounding courteous was somewhat forced, but sincere.
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Post by Horas on Sept 6, 2013 10:42:17 GMT -5
Lord Bayard Royce enters the great hall, pausing to allow the herald to announce him and his retinue. The blind young lord carries himself well, his intricately carved bronze cane tapping the ground periodically. Much of his family arrives with him, including his eight year old son Damian and his uncle Mac; also in Royce's entourage are several servants and a number of the Vale's finest knights, present for the great tournament.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 10:43:19 GMT -5
Jen raised an eyebrow, smiled and inclined her head to the Lannister woman.
"Fair greeting." Se said softly to her.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 6, 2013 10:45:18 GMT -5
A rather uncomfortable looking Damian Royce dressed in black-and-bronze finery enters the ball beside his lord father and uncles, and promptly loses them. The boy wanders the outskirts of the dancing, looking for children his age and trying rather unsuccessfully to pilfer an unattended glass of wine here or there.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2013 10:52:01 GMT -5
Ser Malcolm Royce, younger brother to the Lord of the Vale, entered the ballroom with his wife at his side. Clutching his parent's legs a small child, whom looked to be no older than two years old, peeked out across the room with a look of both amazement and fear. The Vale knight led his wife and son to a table with Valewomen and children, before he went off in search of some ale and conversation with the other nobles of the realm. Harold would seat his wife down at the table with the rest of the Tullies and Riverlanders. He looks around and sees the room quite infested with squid and lions locked in some rather interesting conversation. Harold sees a Royce leave the Valeman table and figures he would introduce himself to his secluded neighbor. Harold would approach Malcom with a nod. "Greetings Ser Malcolm, I am glad to see the Bloody Gate gave you no trouble." "Greetings, my lord Tully. The Bloody Gate never does, as I am leading it for my brother. We were to a large retinue for the clans to attack us, so the journey here was fairly uneventful. I would like to congratulate you on your marriage, and extend a congratulation from my brother as well." |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2013 11:04:40 GMT -5
Urrigon nodded with an unreadable expression, "aye, it is my sisters' first time here, as to Renwulf," he said, glancing at his brother, "it is anyone's guess where he gets to in his travels." Renwuld inclined his head in agreement. He had been a many place indeed, for the shores of the Drowned God's hall were vast and unending. His eyes settled on Turion as the man caroused and he held him in his gaze for a moment. After a moment, he left the assembly he had been part of, and smoothly transitioned to the other side of the room, to speak with his Coldiron kin. "Turion Trueborn, what pleases you so?" He asked, referring to his grin. |
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 11:05:35 GMT -5
Harold would seat his wife down at the table with the rest of the Tullies and Riverlanders. He looks around and sees the room quite infested with squid and lions locked in some rather interesting conversation. Harold sees a Royce leave the Valeman table and figures he would introduce himself to his secluded neighbor. Harold would approach Malcom with a nod. "Greetings Ser Malcolm, I am glad to see the Bloody Gate gave you no trouble." "Greetings, my lord Tully. The Bloody Gate never does, as I am leading it for my brother. We were to a large retinue for the clans to attack us, so the journey here was fairly uneventful. I would like to congratulate you on your marriage, and extend a congratulation from my brother as well." He chuckles. "I am not the lord, my Father still holds Riverrun, but I thank you for the complement." He nods at his explanation. "Well I do hope it will not be as flooded with snow come Winter. Uneventful or not, I am glad the clans were smart enough to attack one of the more prominent Vale of Arryn houses." |
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Hope you all are well and happy.