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Post by Lord Yohn Baratheon on Oct 2, 2013 7:43:15 GMT -5
There was silence, the skaagosi stopped smiling, his menacing look returned followed by flared nostrils.
And all in a sudden, he released a loud guttural roar of a laughter. He tapped the boy's shoulder. "Neither did I, son... Neither did I."
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Archmaester Thomas
Begging Brother
Maplesauce/Gabriel; Tyler Lannister/Joanna Martell
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Post by Archmaester Thomas on Oct 2, 2013 7:48:58 GMT -5
Lord Condon nearly shat himself at first, but after Lord Magnar spoke he looked confused, but he preferred to stay silent. How come a Skaagosi doesn't know his own language? Where is this world going... Lord Condon reflected deeply.
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Post by Flex on Oct 2, 2013 8:41:51 GMT -5
Dacey, who had been focused on the table in front of her, all appetite completely gone, jumped a little at being spoken to. She looked at him and took a deep breath. "Er.. Dacey," she said, unaware of how much the boy knew. "You do not look a Lannister." "Everyone says that," Damon replied. "I don't know what everyone expects us to look like... blonde, I guess." He looked at Dacey. "Are you a Stark?" |
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Post by Edric Stark on Oct 2, 2013 8:53:57 GMT -5
"Well.. not really," she said, looking down at her hands. "My father was the Lord Stark. The one before Eirek." She forced herself to take deep breaths to calm down, but was not too obvious about it. After a while, she met the boy's eyes and looked at him properly now. "Are you here to marry Elyssa?"
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Post by Flex on Oct 2, 2013 8:58:45 GMT -5
"Uh... I don't know," Damon told her. "I think my father wants me to, but I don't really know her. I'm a bit..." He looked around, then leaned closer to Dacey. "I don't know why I am here."
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Post by Edric Stark on Oct 2, 2013 9:04:06 GMT -5
"Lost?" Dacey offered, smiling weakly. "Do you miss your home?"
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Post by Flex on Oct 2, 2013 9:05:42 GMT -5
"There's just so many... strangers here," Damon admitted. "I don't really have a home... well, my home isn't where my family live. I've not really been to Casterly Rock in..." He paused, looked at Dacey curiously. "Who was your mother?"
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Post by Edric Stark on Oct 2, 2013 9:14:17 GMT -5
Dacey's smile faded slowly and her pale eyes seemed cold now. Aware that Damon could not possibly have known and that he probably meant no harm, Dacey could still not help but retreat to her shell whenever this subject was touched. "Alyce Bolton," she said, and looked away. She picked up a fork with her left hand and got herself some vegetables and meat, but ended up just poking them around the plate. After what seemed like a minute, she spoke up, "I do not really feel at home with some of my family either. Who did you squire for?"
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Post by Flex on Oct 2, 2013 9:20:48 GMT -5
"Ser Paxter Crakehall," Damon replied, lifting a cup of water and drinking from it. "He's a good man. Not like some of the other knights..." He looked around the hall. "They would call Northmen savages but... I don't expect the men here to be any worse than those knights."
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Post by Edric Stark on Oct 2, 2013 9:26:38 GMT -5
"Are knights not meant to be noble?" she asked, and took a bite of some pork. Now sure that she was not hungry at all, she set down the fork, sighing. "I suppose I would not be surprised if they were not."
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Post by Flex on Oct 2, 2013 9:32:21 GMT -5
Damon shook his head. "They are men. Ser Paxter was noble... I liked him. His brother is a good man too, as are some other Westerland knights... Ser Leonard Brax and his brother. But... then there are those that abuse their power."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 10:33:19 GMT -5
Lord Yorrick Bolton stood slowly and looked around at the other Lords, and Ladies. He slowly raised his hands, each out to either side. The men around him slowly quieted, and it rippled through out the hall. Few wanted to cross the Bolton.
He turned to Lord Stark, and when he began to speak his voice was just loud enough to carry through a quieted hall, "Lord Stark, may I ask why you have called your swords?"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 12:17:43 GMT -5
Balthazar laughed, "You are of course right. He does it just to snub you."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 12:51:44 GMT -5
"We can pay a blood tax." Balthazar held out his arm, and slowly rolled up his sleeve. He took out his knife, and held it to his wrist, "How much will you need?"
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Elyssa Stark
Begging Brother
Rebsy the Trapspringer
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Post by Elyssa Stark on Oct 2, 2013 13:03:57 GMT -5
Elyssa came in, somewhat late. She was dressed in white silk that set off her mass of dark curls to perfection and made her eyes and lips the only spot of color in her white skin. She glanced around, mentally identifying each man and woman in the room. There was Balthasar Manderly, and there was Lord Condom, and there were the Skaagosi representatives... Her eyes brightened when she noticed her half-sister, the bastard Dacey Snow, and she hurried to her side. "Dacey!" she called excitedly as she made her way over. Despite the blond girl's lower status as a bastard, Elyssa quite enjoyed her company. Being the only girls in a family of boys had built a good relationship between them, despite their differences.
When Elyssa finally found herself at her sister's side, she realised Damon Lannister was there, too. Her friendly smile faded to something more diplomatic. "Oh, good evening, Ser Damon, I trust you are enjoying yourself?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.