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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 14:37:42 GMT -5
Jen tried in vain to hide her amusement
"So in the Vale you go around hiding your eyes whenever a woman walks by?" She inquired.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Sept 6, 2013 14:37:58 GMT -5
Oswyn managed to barely stifle a laugh at his brother's crass response, a wide grin spreading on his face instead. "That is hardly a secret." he replied, in the same conspiratorial tone "Do not trouble yourself with what Lord Gerion says. He would not know what a real man looks like, were their likeness not imprinted upon all those gold coins he cherishes so. Lord Gerion is a small man that plays at lord the same as a child plays at knight...simply a jackal with a mane, puffing up his chest to better look the part." he continued, attempting to calm what he judge to be the trademark mercurial temper of his house welling up in his brother. "He'll be a Baratheon yet." he thought, with a touch of pride. Quenton smiled, partially consoled. "He needs to be taken down a peg or two. If only I were bigger." He said sadly, shaking his head with frustration before being hit by inspiration. "Oswyn, you're bigger than me, will you fight him? He has insulted our honour." He looked hopefully to his elder sibling. Oswyn could do anything. |
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 14:40:47 GMT -5
"I heard he was sick. Isn't that why he isn't here? Still I guess I'd better get to know the son of my nearest neighbour" he barked a short laugh and gave him a comradely clap on the shoulder, possibly a bit harder than he had intended. "Are you a fighter like him too?" his eyes glittered with dark, malicious humour.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2013 14:46:02 GMT -5
Jen tried in vain to hide her amusement "So in the Vale you go around hiding your eyes whenever a woman walks by?" She inquired. Ser Malcolm found that he didn't like the woman before him at all, but he had been taught to be respectful toward women, and therefore he didn't let his thoughts reach his mouth. "Of course not, my lady, but there is a difference between acknowledging a woman and staring at her as you put it. Nevertheless, Harold here said that he had seen you speaking as he was looking the room over, so let us leave it at that." |
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 14:48:25 GMT -5
"My father taught me some things, I would not make it my passion but I am alive and have one a few lists, I would consider myself a fighter in that regard." Harold would look to Lord Lannister with a kinds smile.
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 14:58:10 GMT -5
"Ah, that's where you're wrong lad!" he replied, almost affectionately. "There's nothing better than beating down your opponent with your own bare hands. Too many men fancy themselves warriors but take away their armour, their warhorse and sword and they become a pale reflection, powerless and impotent. Oh the joust is a grand show, I agree but it's all long distance" he took another swig of wine.
"I remember this one tourney at Lannisport, where some jumped up hedge knight won the thing. Of course it was all a big embarrassment, especially as my father had to give over the prize fund to such a lowborn peasant, so I caught up with him the following day and challenged him myself you understand? Not with horses and sticks but man to man" he thumped his chest as he said the last three words. "Three minutes was all it took to break his arm and defeat him. Outside of his armour and horse, he was like a soft seaturtle. A lesson I have not forgotten!" he said triumphantly.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 6, 2013 15:02:09 GMT -5
Quenton smiled, partially consoled. "He needs to be taken down a peg or two. If only I were bigger." He said sadly, shaking his head with frustration before being hit by inspiration. "Oswyn, you're bigger than me, will you fight him? He has insulted our honour." He looked hopefully to his elder sibling. Oswyn could do anything. Oswyn had to smile at his brother's confidence in him, despite the predicament it put him in. "Whatever the slight, Father would not condone drawing blood on Prince Maerys' wedding day." he said tactfully, though every fiber of his being wished for little more than to cave the Lannister's face in for the slight against his father. "But I see no harm in having a word with the man." |
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 15:03:36 GMT -5
Jen tried in vain to hide her amusement "So in the Vale you go around hiding your eyes whenever a woman walks by?" She inquired. Ser Malcolm found that he didn't like the woman before him at all, but he had been taught to be respectful toward women, and therefore he didn't let his thoughts reach his mouth. "Of course not, my lady, but there is a difference between acknowledging a woman and staring at her as you put it. Nevertheless, Harold here said that he had seen you speaking as he was looking the room over, so let us leave it at that." Jen gave him a smile and nodded before turning her attention to the much more interesting new conversation about death. |
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Sept 6, 2013 15:06:34 GMT -5
Oswyn had to smile at his brother's confidence in him, despite the predicament it put him in. "Whatever the slight, Father would not condone drawing blood on Prince Maerys' wedding day." he said tactfully, though every fiber of his being wished for little more than to cave the Lannister's face in for the slight against his father. "But I see no harm in having a word with the man." If the younger brother was disappointed he didn't show it. In fact, he seemed to like this idea better than his own. "Right," he agreed enthusiastically, "no blood, we'd only bring dishonour on ourselves. What will you say? Will you put him right Oswyn? Will you tell him... that," he pauses, thinking, "That he himself is no real man and that he has no honour?" |
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Post by Osgar Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 15:48:55 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. Turion smiled with rotten teeth as his cousin approached him. "I've had some fun already in this fine Capital. The serving girls are very attentive, if you know my meaning, Cuz." He steals a glass of wine from a server, clearly going to bring the drink to some other guest. "Wine is not really my taste, but a drink is a drink. You tire of the Lannister conversation as well?" |
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Post by Marie on Sept 6, 2013 15:53:54 GMT -5
After the ball had been going for a little while, Lady Annara Hightower entered the ballroom. Anyone who cared to look at her would see a tall, statuesque woman with milk-pale skin, pale blue eyes and freckles. She was not, perhaps, the most obviously beautiful woman but her high cheekbones, wide eyes and full lips gave her a particular attraction which commanded attention. She had an hourglass figure, her bodice nipped in at the waist and a skirt which flared out over her hips. The dress was silver satin with a white lace overlay. Her jewels were sapphire and silver, a great necklace at her pale throat, and a pair of matching bracelets as well. But her crowning glory was her fiery red hair, which was held up in a silver hairnet set with sapphires to match the rest of her attire.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 15:58:36 GMT -5
"Ah, that's where you're wrong lad!" he replied, almost affectionately. "There's nothing better than beating down your opponent with your own bare hands. Too many men fancy themselves warriors but take away their armour, their warhorse and sword and they become a pale reflection, powerless and impotent. Oh the joust is a grand show, I agree but it's all long distance" he took another swig of wine. "I remember this one tourney at Lannisport, where some jumped up hedge knight won the thing. Of course it was all a big embarrassment, especially as my father had to give over the prize fund to such a lowborn peasant, so I caught up with him the following day and challenged him myself you understand? Not with horses and sticks but man to man" he thumped his chest as he said the last three words. "Three minutes was all it took to break his arm and defeat him. Outside of his armour and horse, he was like a soft seaturtle. A lesson I have not forgotten!" he said triumphantly. "Hand to hand is the best way to stay in shape, and it keeps you on your toes. You are never defenseless....the only thing that matters is who is stronger. I suppose one must learn how to fight with his own body before he can learn to fight with anything else." He looks the Lannister in the eyes his smile not changing. |
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 6, 2013 16:09:02 GMT -5
If the younger brother was disappointed he didn't show it. In fact, he seemed to like this idea better than his own. "Right," he agreed enthusiastically, "no blood, we'd only bring dishonour on ourselves. What will you say? Will you put him right Oswyn? Will you tell him... that," he pauses, thinking, "That he himself is no real man and that he has no honour?" "Let us not get ahead of ourselves." Oswyn replied, chuckling at his brother's enthusiasm as they made their way back to the gathered group. "A jackal he may be, but he is still a lord. I am not Lord of Storm's End yet." |
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 16:11:31 GMT -5
After the ball had been going for a little while, Lady Annara Hightower entered the ballroom. Anyone who cared to look at her would see a tall, statuesque woman with milk-pale skin, pale blue eyes and freckles. She was not, perhaps, the most obviously beautiful woman but her high cheekbones, wide eyes and full lips gave her a particular attraction which commanded attention. She had an hourglass figure, her bodice nipped in at the waist and a skirt which flared out over her hips. The dress was silver satin with a white lace overlay. Her jewels were sapphire and silver, a great necklace at her pale throat, and a pair of matching bracelets as well. But her crowning glory was her fiery red hair, which was held up in a silver hairnet set with sapphires to match the rest of her attire. Jen broke away and went to the new woman. "I do hope someone payed the right price for you." She said with a warm, half mocking smile. |
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 16:14:39 GMT -5
"Ah, that's where you're wrong lad!" he replied, almost affectionately. "There's nothing better than beating down your opponent with your own bare hands. Too many men fancy themselves warriors but take away their armour, their warhorse and sword and they become a pale reflection, powerless and impotent. Oh the joust is a grand show, I agree but it's all long distance" he took another swig of wine. "I remember this one tourney at Lannisport, where some jumped up hedge knight won the thing. Of course it was all a big embarrassment, especially as my father had to give over the prize fund to such a lowborn peasant, so I caught up with him the following day and challenged him myself you understand? Not with horses and sticks but man to man" he thumped his chest as he said the last three words. "Three minutes was all it took to break his arm and defeat him. Outside of his armour and horse, he was like a soft seaturtle. A lesson I have not forgotten!" he said triumphantly. "Hand to hand is the best way to stay in shape, and it keeps you on your toes. You are never defenseless....the only thing that matters is who is stronger. I suppose one must learn how to fight with his own body before he can learn to fight with anything else." He looks the Lannister in the eyes his smile not changing. "Indeed" he replied, nodding vigorously, beginning to be a little the worse for wear, with the amount of wine he had already consumed. "I have said so on many occasions with your lord father. Too many tragic events have happened in the past because men put their faith in equipment and armaments rather than their own bodies. I can see we are of similar mind on this!" he thought for a moment. "Are you already wed, lord..." he paused as he realised he had no idea which of Cedric's sons he was speaking too. He took a sip of wine to hide his embarrassment and feigned interest in a passing tray of snacks. |
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