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Post by Horas on Sept 18, 2013 16:16:46 GMT -5
Bronzehouse is the old manor of House Royce within the city. It is a stout structure with large bronze doors and bronze tiling on its roof. A surrounding wall keeps out unwanted guests and frames a small courtyard.
There are always a few guards and servants at Bronzehouse, but the manse only really springs to life when one of the Royces is in residence.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2013 1:59:46 GMT -5
Bronzehouse is the old manor of House Royce within the city. The distinctive bronze tiling that makes up its roof is easy to spot from a distance.Donnel called for a basin of fresh water and washed his face, a welcome relief from the thick heat of the capital. After his reprieve he laid himself down and rested his eyes whilst he waited for his cousin to acknowledge his summons. Jennalynn arrived an hour later, escorted there by a handful of Red Keep guardsmen, whom she ordered to wait outside and then told the servants to bring them some food and drinks while they waited. She looked around as she moved through the manor toward the greeting room where she was to meet her cousin. "Cousin Donnel, it's so lovely to see you. I was surprised when I received the raven telling me that you were coming to the capital to arrange for the festivities of the Vale. I never knew you had the skills to plan such an event." she said and flashed him a smile, as she entered the room. |
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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Oct 1, 2013 6:59:42 GMT -5
"I don't. That's why I asked you here." He smiled slightly and kissed her cheek in greeting. "How does the capital treat you, Jen?"
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Oct 3, 2013 22:25:44 GMT -5
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Lord Harold Tully, knocks at the door of the Bronzehouse.
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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Oct 3, 2013 22:43:41 GMT -5
Servants rush around in hasty preparation for the Royce festivities and the guards seem hesitant on allowing anyone entry during this busy time. After a painstakingly long time the guards eventually capitulate and reluctantly allow Lord Tully entry. Ser Donnel rests in the garden sharpening a sword with a whetstone, as the party is arranged around him. A guard whispers in his ear at Lord Tully's approach before beating a hasty retreat.
"Ah, Lord Harold Tully." He set down his gear and extended a hand in greeting. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Oct 4, 2013 12:11:48 GMT -5
"Ser Donnel, I do not believe we have ever had the pleasure before. I do not wish to take up much of your time, however I was wondering if we could speak in private?" He asks.
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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Oct 5, 2013 6:56:12 GMT -5
Donnel nodded. "Of course." Picking up his belongings, he led Lord Tully to his father's solar. Placing the sword and whetstone upon the desk, he allowed Tully to shut the door behind him. "Well you have your privacy." Sitting down, he spread his arms out widely beside him. "Speak."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Oct 6, 2013 12:22:06 GMT -5
Harold smiles and sits down. "I wanted to ask if you have heard of the Rumors of of the Rebellion that are circulating around?" He looked to Donnel. "Or if your Father has at least."
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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Oct 6, 2013 22:15:04 GMT -5
"Rebellion? I can't say I have Lord Tully. Though admittedly I try my best to ignore peasants gossip."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Oct 7, 2013 11:02:37 GMT -5
"Well, rumor has it that the Westerlands, and the Iron Islands are to follow the rebel prince, something I wish to avoid. If you understand my point." He says.
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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Oct 7, 2013 11:10:09 GMT -5
"I can see how that would be a problem for you. Wine?"
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Post by Horas on Oct 10, 2013 23:23:33 GMT -5
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Bronzehouse is suddenly bustling with activity again as the new Master of Laws and his expansive retinue take up residence on a longer-term basis. After settling in, Bayard calls his son and his niece to his solar.
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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Oct 10, 2013 23:36:01 GMT -5
Donnel entered, bleary-eyed from sleep despite it being past noon. Relief spread across his face upon seeing his father and he moved forward and embraced him. "Thank the Seven you came. I might have gone mad otherwise."
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Post by Horas on Oct 10, 2013 23:42:40 GMT -5
Bayard smiles gently at hearing the voice of his son. "I was told you represented our house admirably, Donnel. Surely a few parties and feasts have not run my warrior son to this state?" Bayard asks, a mixture of pride and amused reproach in his voice.
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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Oct 10, 2013 23:49:53 GMT -5
Donnel smirked, "I'd rather face my enemies with a sword than a wine goblet. Speaking of which..." He made his way towards a side table and poured for both him and his father. "I suppose congratulations are in order."
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Hope you all are well and happy.