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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 17:34:33 GMT -5
"Do your father and brother not have total command over their vessels then?" Jen asked, looking slightly interested. "Or do they let themselves be commanded on their own ships?"
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Post by Marie on Sept 6, 2013 17:38:05 GMT -5
"Of course they do. But they do not call themselves king," Annara replied. "But perhaps I have misunderstood the custom and it does not sound as boastful as I thought. But, still, it is most strange to me."
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Post by Flex on Sept 6, 2013 17:38:34 GMT -5
Aenys Targaryen, known as the Toad, enters the room and stops in the door way. He was shadowed by Ser Domeric Thatcher, the greatsword Blackheart strapped to his back. His armour consisted of simple mail and leather, though his cloak was a smooth white. |
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 17:40:56 GMT -5
"It is the same as a hollow Lord." Jen said, trying to make it so that the woman understood better. "Simply to rule a ship as the King does the lands."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 17:41:51 GMT -5
Harold looks to the two Lannisters who seem to have their attention elsewhere. He looks around the room and spots someone he has not met, he retreats and makes his way over to the knights. "Greetings, I do not believe we have met before, Ser Harold Tully." He extends his arm in greeting with a smile. Ser Lorren had been in the process of downing his fourth goblet of wine when Tully approached him. His grey eyes appraised the man for a moment before he extended his arm, his face betraying no expression. "Well met, Ser Harold. I am Ser Lorren Hightower." Ser Lorren hesitated for a moment, before realizing the expectation was on him to continue the conversation. "Will you be participating in the tournament, Ser?" He chuckled. "Of course, I do not see why any knight of well stature and fitness should not. I take it you will be as well?" He asks with interest. |
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Sept 6, 2013 17:44:18 GMT -5
Lothar finally spied his wife talking to some other woman and strode over to her. "Annara!" he called, somewhat more sharply than he intended. "You are missed." His eyes narrowed as her companion came into focus. He looked enquiringly at his wife. "Who is this?"
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Sept 6, 2013 17:44:25 GMT -5
Ser Lorren had been in the process of downing his fourth goblet of wine when Tully approached him. His grey eyes appraised the man for a moment before he extended his arm, his face betraying no expression. "Well met, Ser Harold. I am Ser Lorren Hightower." Ser Lorren hesitated for a moment, before realizing the expectation was on him to continue the conversation. "Will you be participating in the tournament, Ser?" He chuckled. "Of course, I do not see why any knight of well stature and fitness should not. I take it you will be as well?" He asks with interest. Ser Lorren nodded in agreement, his face remaining impassive. "Well said Ser. I will, of course be competing as well, for the glory of the Far Reach. I pray that the warrior will watch over you in the lists and grant you good fortune." |
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 6, 2013 17:49:01 GMT -5
He chuckled. "Of course, I do not see why any knight of well stature and fitness should not. I take it you will be as well?" He asks with interest. Ser Lorren nodded in agreement, his face remaining impassive. "Well said Ser. I will, of course be competing as well, for the glory of the Far Reach. I pray that the warrior will watch over you in the lists and grant you good fortune." "As will you, the warrior holds his spirit in only the swords of the most honorable." He smiles. |
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2013 17:49:11 GMT -5
"True" Gerion said as he smoothed down his doublet with one, wine-stained hand, smearing his top without noticing. "There's not a man alive who doesn't wish to be the Lord of the Rock and their envy is great to behold. But today, ha!" he grinned toothily. "Today, Barrett, I find myself in the rare position of envying you! That's quite a catch you've managed for your daughter there! A Crown Prince of the Realm, no less. I suppose one day I may even have to call her my Queen, but then so will you! Hahaha!" he chortled, obviously amused at the idea of the father bowing to the daughter. Bertram nodded to himself, "I see you still have that same manner. I think my daughter and new will allow me the use of familiar names when we are alone. I have grown quite close with him over the last several months. He clearly wants to impress his new father." He smiled and lazily gestured toward Gerion, "You have made a mess, again." |
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Post by Marie on Sept 6, 2013 17:53:38 GMT -5
"It is the same as a hollow Lord." Jen said, trying to make it so that the woman understood better. "Simply to rule a ship as the King does the lands." "Ah, I see," Annara said, though she did not. She still felt that ships were worth much less than land, and while it was all very well for a lord to have a fleet, he had much better have a castle, a town and some farmlands as well. And she'd heard the Ironborn rarely lived in castles as fine as those in the south, and that they could barely scrape a living from farming. If they were lucky. "That is all very good, I am sure." Lothar finally spied his wife talking to some other woman and strode over to her. "Annara!" he called, somewhat more sharply than he intended. "You are missed." His eyes narrowed as her companion came into focus. He looked enquiringly at his wife. "Who is this?" She turned and smiled very brightly as her husband approached. If his sharp tone bothered her she gave no indication of it. She did not move to embrace him, not in public, but there was genuine warmth in her voice as she spoke to him, certainly more than she'd shown upon her first introduction to Jen. "My dearest. This is Jennae Greyjoy, who married some Willfyre or other. I regret, I cannot claim any knowledge of her husband's house. But Lady Jennae is most pleasant. Lady Jennae, my lord Lothar, of House Hightower. Lord of Oldtown, Lord Paramount of the Reach. I am sure you know the proper titles." Her smile masked her smugness a little. She was, evidently, extremely proud of her good fortune to be wed to such a man. |
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 17:56:09 GMT -5
Gerion looked down on his blood-red doublet, not even noticing the stain or that the unnatural angle he was now holding the wine glass at was moving it perilously close to Lord Tully.
"It's an impressive family" he agreed. "What with that Long Night business as so on. I suppose when you can't be powerful by yourself, a powerful ally is the next best thing" he looked up and grinned at Tully, narrowly managing to rescue the wineglass before draining it with one long swallow. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand and burped quietly.
"Oh, where are my manners. Winnie, this is Lord Barrett Tyrell. I can't remember, did you come to my wedding day feast, Barrett?" he blinked and swayed briefly, looking for another servant with a tray of wine glasses.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 6, 2013 18:00:24 GMT -5
"So pleased to meet you." Jen said with a smile. "It is rare to meet a Hightower in the islands"
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Sept 6, 2013 18:00:56 GMT -5
"I see." said Lothar icily, more so to Jennae that to his wife. He did not approve of his wife associating with such lowborn especially Ironborn, but he supposed that given the occasion, such a trial must be borne. He looked her up and down before asking "And what is Lady Willfyre's opinion about Lord Tyrell's daughter marrying the Crown Prince?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2013 18:04:05 GMT -5
"I do recall a wedding at Casterly Rock... as I recall the groom drunk himself into such a stupor he covered his crimson doublet in a pale puce... sick color. I can not recall if that was yours..." Bertram replied. He turned his head and smiled at Winnie, "My Lady, you are a true lioness. Brave and bold. How are you faring this... evening?"
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 18:07:17 GMT -5
"Hahaha. Well lucky I can always afford more doublets! And more wine! hahaha" he nearly clapped Lord Tyrell on the shoulder but thought wisely of it.
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5