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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Sept 7, 2013 21:19:09 GMT -5
"No doubt the jousting shall be more to your liking." replied Lothar to his youngest brother. "But in the meantime I would grit my teeth and do my best to mix. You will most likely not see the like of an event such as this again." He smiled. "And don't worry about the size of the crowd. Three Hightower brothers in the one room should be formidable enough for the likes of these." He looked around for their middle brother. "Where is Leyton anyway?" Ser Lorren unwittingly answered his brother's question by slipping into the dining area quietly and silently taking a seat with his brothers. His usually barren face appeared slightly melancholy. His wife was not with him. |
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Sept 7, 2013 22:03:32 GMT -5
"Ah Lorren. We were wondering if you were about." said Lothar. "The happy couple have arrived. No sign of the King though."
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Post by Sam on Sept 7, 2013 23:08:52 GMT -5
The boy's attention returned to Lord Baratheon. If Damian had ever known the man, he had forgotten. "Good evening, lord grandfather," the Royce says, the model of youthful courtesy. "How was your journey to King's Landing? Are you going to enter the joust too?" "Indeed, I will, lad, for someone must show all these green boys how jousting is properly done," he added with a laugh, cuffing his newly knighted son on the shoulder. |
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Post by Ollie on Sept 7, 2013 23:30:15 GMT -5
"You may have one sip of ale, Damian," Bayard says, "After you have properly greeted your grandfather, Lord Baratheon." The boy's attention returned to Lord Baratheon. If Damian had ever known the man, he had forgotten. "Good evening, lord grandfather," the Royce says, the model of youthful courtesy. "How was your journey to King's Landing? Are you going to enter the joust too?" "Indeed, I will, lad, for someone must show all these green boys how jousting is properly done," he added with a laugh, cuffing his newly knighted son on the shoulder. "Then I'm looking forward to seeing you in the lists my lord, I shall cheer your name," Damian promises, then adds, "Unless you're tilting against Uncle Mac. I'll be squiring for him and he's going to claim the prize. No one can best him." The Royce heir smirks, then reaches for his father's cup of ale. Looking up Lord Bayard, Damian raises the cup to his lips tentatively, trying to judge if his father's attention is upon him. The boy takes a quiet sip, pauses with the cup still at his mouth, then takes two larger gulps before setting the drink down, smirk growing. |
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Sept 8, 2013 1:20:22 GMT -5
"Ah Lorren. We were wondering if you were about." said Lothar. "The happy couple have arrived. No sign of the King though." Ser Lorren directed his brother's attention to the throne the king slumbered upon with a gesture of the goblet of wine he had just filled. He then proceeded to drink it. |
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Sept 8, 2013 2:05:16 GMT -5
"Ah Lorren. We were wondering if you were about." said Lothar. "The happy couple have arrived. No sign of the King though." Ser Lorren directed his brother's attention to the throne the king slumbered upon with a gesture of the goblet of wine he had just filled. He then proceeded to drink it. Lothar peered through the relative gloom at the throne. Gods! He must be becoming very short-sighted he thought. He would have to speak with the maesters when he returned to Oldtown.
"Well so it is!" he said to his brother. "I just saw a misshapen lump when I entered the hall. Has he moved at all?" |
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 8, 2013 5:13:49 GMT -5
"You may have one sip of ale, Damian," Bayard says, "After you have properly greeted your grandfather, Lord Baratheon." "Indeed, I will, lad, for someone must show all these green boys how jousting is properly done," he added with a laugh, cuffing his newly knighted son on the shoulder. "Then I'm looking forward to seeing you in the lists my lord, I shall cheer your name," Damian promises, then adds, "Unless you're tilting against Uncle Mac. I'll be squiring for him and he's going to claim the prize. No one can best him." The Royce heir smirks, then reaches for his father's cup of ale. Looking up Lord Bayard, Damian raises the cup to his lips tentatively, trying to judge if his father's attention is upon him. The boy takes a quiet sip, pauses with the cup still at his mouth, then takes two larger gulps before setting the drink down, smirk growing. Oswyn grinned broadly as the young Damian downed a fair share more than his instructed limit of ale, assured that the boy was certainly half Baratheon by the act. "I do hope you'll be cheering for your Uncle Oswyn as well." he said, with a conspiratorial wink to his nephew. "Someone has to knock the dust from all these elderly knights." To be honest, he was unsure the boy would even know who he was. Thanks to his father's lecherous appetites, the lad likely had more uncles than he could keep track of. |
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Sept 8, 2013 8:49:55 GMT -5
Ser Lorren directed his brother's attention to the throne the king slumbered upon with a gesture of the goblet of wine he had just filled. He then proceeded to drink it. Lothar peered through the relative gloom at the throne. Gods! He must be becoming very short-sighted he thought. He would have to speak with the maesters when he returned to Oldtown.
"Well so it is!" he said to his brother. "I just saw a misshapen lump when I entered the hall. Has he moved at all?" "He's not dead, if that's your meaning." Lorren replied. "Although his choice of sleeping quarters is most irregular." |
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Post by Horas on Sept 8, 2013 10:29:00 GMT -5
"You may have one sip of ale, Damian," Bayard says, "After you have properly greeted your grandfather, Lord Baratheon." "Indeed, I will, lad, for someone must show all these green boys how jousting is properly done," he added with a laugh, cuffing his newly knighted son on the shoulder. "Then I'm looking forward to seeing you in the lists my lord, I shall cheer your name," Damian promises, then adds, "Unless you're tilting against Uncle Mac. I'll be squiring for him and he's going to claim the prize. No one can best him." The Royce heir smirks, then reaches for his father's cup of ale. Looking up Lord Bayard, Damian raises the cup to his lips tentatively, trying to judge if his father's attention is upon him. The boy takes a quiet sip, pauses with the cup still at his mouth, then takes two larger gulps before setting the drink down, smirk growing. Bayard's Volantene manservant snatches the cup away and hands it back to Bayard, but while he scowls disapprovingly he does not make a comment. Lord Bayard may wonder why his glass is suddenly lighter, but lets it go as well. "Best of luck to you, Oswyn. If one of my Vale knights cannot prevail, then let it at least be one of our kin in the Stormlands. And failing that," Bayard smiles teasingly, "Anyone but a Lannister." |
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Post by Sam on Sept 8, 2013 19:55:46 GMT -5
"Then I'm looking forward to seeing you in the lists my lord, I shall cheer your name," Damian promises, then adds, "Unless you're tilting against Uncle Mac. I'll be squiring for him and he's going to claim the prize. No one can best him." The Royce heir smirks, then reaches for his father's cup of ale. Looking up Lord Bayard, Damian raises the cup to his lips tentatively, trying to judge if his father's attention is upon him. The boy takes a quiet sip, pauses with the cup still at his mouth, then takes two larger gulps before setting the drink down, smirk growing. Bayard's Volantene manservant snatches the cup away and hands it back to Bayard, but while he scowls disapprovingly he does not make a comment. Lord Bayard may wonder why his glass is suddenly lighter, but lets it go as well. "Best of luck to you, Oswyn. If one of my Vale knights cannot prevail, then let it at least be one of our kin in the Stormlands. And failing that," Bayard smiles teasingly, "Anyone but a Lannister." "I'll drink to that," Lord Baratheon exclaimed with a laugh. |
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 8, 2013 22:39:07 GMT -5
Ser Harold Tully enters the dining hall and sits down with the rest of the Tully's looking around the hall for anything interesting. Evan as always looks about the room, seeing who was there. Noticing the was the only Dornish among the Andals, he took a seat at nearby table, gestured for a glass of Dornish Red and watched. |
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 8, 2013 22:42:35 GMT -5
Ser Harold Tully enters the dining hall and sits down with the rest of the Tully's looking around the hall for anything interesting. Evan as always looks about the room, seeing who was there. Noticing the was the only Dornish among the Andals, he took a seat at nearby table, gestured for a glass of Dornish Red and watched. He moved back over to the table with the Martell he met before. "Ah, Ser Evan, I must apologize about our first meeting, I must have zoned out. I did not wish to offend and did wish to continue our conversation." He smiles. |
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 8, 2013 22:54:39 GMT -5
Evan nodded,"No offense taken, I am sure there are more exciting things happening here than a conversation with an eighteen year old boy", he grinned.
Taken another sip,"I like observing people though, don't you?" He watched the other people talk, laugh or argue amongst themselves. "They show their true selves."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 8, 2013 22:57:25 GMT -5
"People try to hide their nature, behind a demeanor....however every now and then, they can not stop their nature from showing." He looks to him with a raised eye. "They forget that people do have eyes and ears and they feel they are alone when in truth they are not."
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 8, 2013 23:11:51 GMT -5
He nodded,"Yes, but in this setting some are who they are." Evan then looked at him,"Take you for instance, even thought I am Dornish you sought a conversation. Was it my demeanour that peaked your interest or that fact that you wanted to know if I was like the stories of the Dornish you had heard."
Drinking his wine again,"I do not doubt that your efforts are genuine, Ser Tully, but it is also curiosity that brought you my way."
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Hope you all are well and happy.