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Post by Marie on Sept 28, 2013 8:02:53 GMT -5
"Show Timmet your favour, lord. Let the walrus see that House Stark can cast him down if need be. Then Timmet will know where his true interests lie," Karstark advised. "'Tis thinking like a southron lordling, I know, but mayhaps it will serve."
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 29, 2013 5:42:54 GMT -5
Harwyn Umber, the Lord of Last Hearth, ambled up to his liege lord and his two fellow northern lords. He was big and broad across the shoulders, as was the Umber custom, though his advancing years meant that his thick black hair was speckled with grey and his paunch was beginning to show despite his best efforts to stay in fighting shape. For a man approaching his 60th year however, he was still in good shape and had kept his wits. His large double-handed war mace was strapped to his back, almost appearing like a plaything compared to his large size.
"Mayhap?" he guffawed as he caught the end of the last sentence "You've been spending too much time with those soft southern lordlings, Karstark!" he grinned toothily at the man, showing his comment to be in jest. "Nice party Eirek, though it seems we lack any royal guests. We're only important when we have blood and men to offer them" he scowled, still bitter that he had lost a grandson in the last Stepstones battle.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 29, 2013 10:18:20 GMT -5
Lord Yorrick Bolton enters and sits as far from any one else as he may.
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Post by Erik on Sept 29, 2013 10:47:30 GMT -5
Eirek smiled when Umber entered, but it turned to a frown when he was reminded of those lost at the Stepstones. "Hornwood speaks the truth. Ten years back, I was opposed to sending out men to die for some rocks in the Narrow Sea, until the Toad agreed to certain terms with me. Not that it makes up for those we lost. Your kin fought well, Lord Umber, a credit to the North and the First Men. It is my great disappointment that more of them could not return with me."
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 29, 2013 10:49:09 GMT -5
Harwyn grinned at Hornwood. "Aye but we're never ones to miss out on a good fight" he replied.
"I care less for the company of dragons but their absence is a slight on the men who died under their banners and to Lord Stark here, who ended up with a niggards reward for our troubles" he grumbled. "As little as I care for the southrons I dislike seeing them gain whilst bleeding no more than us. How many keeps did that greedy stag bastard get? 3? I won't forget how he let the Reach knights be his arrow shield and left us to hang out and dry against their cavalry while his men had the glory of the main assault" he hawked and spat on the floor to show his contempt for the man.
"Thank you for your kind words, Lord Stark" the old man looked abashed but proud at what he'd heard. "None of us blame you. The lads know you did your best by us"
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Post by Erik on Sept 29, 2013 11:08:26 GMT -5
"I do hope so," Eirek replied to Umber, "They certainly did their best by me. Men of every house, every part of the North fought well and bravely...although the Manderlys were decidedly absent from the final battle. But that was the Toad's decision, and I'll not fault them for that."
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Post by Erik on Sept 29, 2013 11:25:04 GMT -5
"That seems a bit much. I would rather have his sons as friends than as enemies."
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 29, 2013 11:33:52 GMT -5
"You want them as friends, you just need more food. Those fat shits are as greedy as their father" Harwyn guffawed loudly
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Post by Horas on Sept 29, 2013 12:42:55 GMT -5
Lord Mikken Locke, a new lord of only three and ten, looks equal parts proud and terrified to be a part of this gathering of lords. "My Lord Stark," Mikken's voice cracks, and his cheeks flush crimson. "Your food is very, uh, grand. Your hall is grand too, I mean."
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Post by Horas on Sept 29, 2013 13:24:30 GMT -5
"Yes, Lord..." There is a rather noticeable pause as Mikken scrutinizes Hornwood's surcoat. "Lord Hornwood," he says, seemingly proud to have remembered the man's arms. The young Lord Locke coughs. "Your lands are well, Lord Hornwood?"
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Post by Horas on Sept 29, 2013 13:53:48 GMT -5
Mikken seems a bit discomfited by the older lord's over-friendly arms, and scoots a ways down the bench. "Thank you, my lord, but, uh... plenty of Lockes have beards. I can learn fine at Oldcastle I think."
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Post by Horas on Sept 29, 2013 14:26:31 GMT -5
The steward's lessons for how to act at a high court had not prepared Mikken for this line of conversation. His mouth opens, then closes. "I had a father," he finally says, firmly. "I don't need another one."
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Post by Horas on Sept 29, 2013 14:44:14 GMT -5
"Um... I'm not thirsty," Mikken says. "I should, uh, say hello. To Lord..." he casts his eyes around frantically, alighting on a plate of boiled herrings. "Fish. Lord Fish."
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 29, 2013 14:59:08 GMT -5
ooc: Is Aranya adding creepy kid botherer to her resume?
"Hallo lad" Lord Umber interrupted boisterously "This your first time away from Oldcastle? " he asked kindly at the young lord appreciating how overwhelmingly this must appear to him.
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Post by Horas on Sept 29, 2013 19:56:17 GMT -5
Mikken Locke gratefully seizes the line Lord Umber throws him. "I've been to White Harbor, my lord, but this is my first time at Winterfell. It's much bigger than Oldcastle. I didn't realize you could have a Godswood inside the castle walls."
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Hope you all are well and happy.