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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2013 15:24:34 GMT -5
"You rode very well, Ser Malcolm," Winifred said, with a kind of frosty courtesy. Ser Malcolm smiled kindly to Winifred. "You are most gracious, my lady, but kind words will not change the truth. I rode poorly today." |
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Post by Ser Harlan Stone on Sept 10, 2013 15:25:06 GMT -5
Harlan looked with frank curiosity at the little highborn Tynian. Obviously nervous, obviously terrified of his father, but still desperately wanting to please him. Bring that boy up to the Eyrie, and he might be picked up by the wind and borne aloft, like a piece of paper.
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Post by Horas on Sept 10, 2013 15:27:33 GMT -5
Telling Bayard about the toast seemed to be clue enough, for he felt for his goblet, and upon finding it, raised it in turn. "To Tynian," he acknowledged, "And the bonds of friendship."
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 10, 2013 15:27:52 GMT -5
Tynian noticed Santa the creepy old man staring at him and quickly looked down at his feet. As much as he wanted desperately to escape his family life, the idea of living in a strange place, hundreds of leagues from home with a bunch of strangers scared him even more. It felt more like Exile than reward and he felt tears begin to burn in his eyes as he imagined his stark new life surrounded by the stone-faced Valemen.
Gerion smiled and clinked his glass gently against that of Lord Royce. "To friendship" he agreed, and took a sip.
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Post by Ser Harlan Stone on Sept 10, 2013 15:30:31 GMT -5
By the Seven the boy was tearing up just looking at his ugly mug! Harlan stuck his tongue out at the boy. These children were taught that was rude and improper, it would be a shock to him.
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Post by Horas on Sept 10, 2013 19:28:08 GMT -5
Bayard drinks; the vintage is adequate. "It seems sensible to me to have Tynian travel back to the Vale with my family after the wedding festivities end. I trust there is no objection to that?"
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Post by Ser Harlan Stone on Sept 10, 2013 19:52:22 GMT -5
Harlan graciously accepted the gift, slipping on the gloves and bowing deeply to the Lord and Lady Lannister. Thinking this would be his time, he excused himself to move among the lower tables. He started drinking with some of the Lannisters servants and man-at-arms, hoping to find one that was talkative.
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Post by Ser Harlan Stone on Sept 10, 2013 19:58:20 GMT -5
At the lower tables, Harlan Stone finds a merry company of westerland knights. Ser Leonard Brax, Ser Jon Turnberry, and Ser Raynard Myatt are having a lively conversation about the relative merits of freckled and non-freckled breasts. They invite Harlan cordially to sit with them and have a tankard of beer. He does so, giving his opinion freely and laughing raucously with the best of them, waiting until they are all a bit more drunk until he starts sending out feelers about the Lord Lannister. |
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Post by Ser Harlan Stone on Sept 10, 2013 20:17:36 GMT -5
Harlan slams Raynard on the back hard as he can "Ah lighten up lad! There only so much life to live, and there are a limited number of women out there. We have to get as much as we can before going belly up! So the Lord Lannister gets around does he? Ha! What about his son though? Seems a bit whipped?"
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Post by Ser Harlan Stone on Sept 10, 2013 20:32:10 GMT -5
Harlan took no offense, it was a common question "Ah the Royces are a bit unusual when it comes to bastards. Long ago, the whole house came from a bastard by the name of Aranya who was raised up way back then by some royalty, though don't go telling anyone I told you that. And I meant the littlest one, Tyrion? Tynio? Something like that?"
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Post by Ser Harlan Stone on Sept 10, 2013 20:45:04 GMT -5
"Ach, seems like it. The Lord seemed a bit... stretched with him, if you catch my meaning. You boys have a nice thing back in the Westerlands?"
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Post by Horas on Sept 10, 2013 20:59:18 GMT -5
"I think that would be very acceptable. It would a perfect way for Tynian to get acquainted with his foster brother and foster sister." Winnie glanced at her husband nervously to see if he would object, and went on, "I took the liberty of procuring gifts for your children and your kin, that they might remember the Lannisters of Casterly Rock by." Here a series of stewards appeared, each bearing a red velvet cushion upon which sat a gift. For Lord Royce, a walking stick of ivory with a horse head made of bronze (which Winnie described out loud to him as it was presented). For Lady Royce, there was a brooch shaped like a stag, made of gold and garnets. Damian got an ivory, pearl-inlaid cyvasse set, and Lillian a silver hair net with peridots and garnets. For Ser Malcolm there was a satin cloak in the Royce colors, trimmed with vair, and Ser Malcolm's wife received a gold ring. Harlan Stone received gloves made of wolf-pup fur. There was even a gift for Uncle Mac, and it was clear that some resourceful stewards were responsible for that. Mac received a wide belt studded with nuggets of silver. Lord Bayard accepts the offered gift, running his hand over the carving of the horse's head, feeling the details with his fingers. "A splendid gift," Bayard replies. "The metalwork is quite fine. Alas, I was not so thoughtful to have prepared gifts in advance, but you have my thanks." |
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Post by Ser Harlan Stone on Sept 10, 2013 21:01:45 GMT -5
Harlan squinted up at the high table as thoughtfully as his addled brain allowed. "Hmmm Distinguish yourself eh? I understand the sentiment, can't have minor micky mucks serving the great and illustrious lion. Ach. Well, at least the food they're paying is good!"
He waited a while before probing in again "I've heard stories though mind, about the Lannisters. Anything odd about them?" He of course had heard nothing of the course, but putting feelers out never hurt, and people did love to gossip.
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Post by Ser Harlan Stone on Sept 10, 2013 21:26:18 GMT -5
"Your gift will be your friendship, of course," Lady Winifred said. Jon Turnberry just smiled, for he was too well-bred to talk extensively about money, but one of the household knights piped up, "The money is the most generous I've ever gotten, and I've served a fair number of lords. They take care of your horse and the expenses for your armor too, and you get rooms in the castle barracks." Only a few knights heard Harlan's second question, the conversation at the table was so loud as they talked about their expenses and their horses. Ser Jon Turnberry heard it, though. "They're completely crazy," he said. "Though very...what's the word I'm looking for. Very well-bred. Oh yes, Lady Lannister lives by the rules all right. Cold as ice too. He has to put her in her place now and then, but we all do that, eh?" "Well bred lunatics... you do get a little messed up when you keep on marrying the same families over and over and over again. Think us Royces are actually lucky! We've been out of that cycle for longer than most. There's this little town in the vale, name of, oh whats, it doesn't matter. Anyway this little place gets snowed in every year for at least 8 months, no contact from the outside world whatsoever. Stops the boys from getting around, let me tell you. Anyway, those families have been marrying each other for generations, and I do swear that they have the most hilarious impediments they've gotten over time! One fellow had a forked tongue let me tell you! Anywhere else he would've been burned, there, he's one of the more normal ones!" Harlan roared out laughing "There's a fine lady, who's got such a chest, quite a large chest. Mostly because she's got three up there stead of two!" |
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Post by Ser Harlan Stone on Sept 10, 2013 21:44:21 GMT -5
"A clever eye that one! He could see the sun when it comes up I'm sure!" Harlan laughed "You're right though, I am not as comfortable with that company as maybe I should be. I was born a natural son of the Lord Paramounts father. Treated with the normal amount of contempt, learned my place quick, blah blah blah. After the attack on my father though, I was locked up. They thought I, a thirteen year old child, was the instigator of a plot. Bloody idiots." Harlan set down his drink and a grim look came over his face "They maybe would've let me go after a bit of questioning, but I was a fool. Took up my great big masons hammer and managed to kill one of the guards. Caught him completely by surprise. I was locked up. A prisoner, under the old regent while Bayard grew up. When he took over, I was freed, and he acknowledged me eight years ago. I owe him everything for that, but I was angry, hot with rage that had built up over the years. It's only recently I've come back to my homeland, and he's accepted me back no questions asked" Harlan looked down quietly "He's a good man, he is. Can see more than most" He looked up then with a twinkle in his eyes "Well you've heard my stories, how bout yours?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.