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Post by Horas on Oct 3, 2013 21:58:41 GMT -5
Young Mikken Locke looks around nervously. Bear Island was a long way from Oldcastle, and he had never been on a battlefield before. Still, he stands up when Umber does. "And Oldcastle's swords too!" his voice cracks on the third word, and he blushes furiously but stays standing.
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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Oct 4, 2013 10:39:06 GMT -5
The noble Lord Colen Flint of Flint's Finger drained his cup before turning to Lord Stark and addressing him. "And what then, my lord? The Ironborn won't go down meekly and you know that. They'll want revenge. And it's my people that'll get some of the worst of it."
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Post by Erik on Oct 4, 2013 14:09:13 GMT -5
"Winterfell will send men to help defend Flint's Finger and the rest of the western coast if it proves necessary. They may raid our shores, but if their first attempts are forced back, their spirits will be broken."
Eirek paused, looking about the room. He was not sure how his final announcement would be received. "And there is one more thing. Just as I cannot in good faith allow our lands to be occupied by the Ironborn, there are other cases of our lands, the lands of the First Men, being held by outsiders. Our way is the old way. That being said, henceforth, it is my decision that no man may hold title nor lands in the North who is not a worshiper of the Old Gods. Any man currently a follower of another faith who wishes to declare his loyalty to our ways must do so within the week. If he does not wish to do so, his lands will pass to the next eligible man in line for the title."
His eyes went to the sons of Lord Manderly.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 4, 2013 16:01:13 GMT -5
Balthazar laughed, "Sure we will pray to trees if we must."
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Post by Erik on Oct 4, 2013 21:28:26 GMT -5
"And you said that your father is in King's Landing, correct?"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 4, 2013 21:34:13 GMT -5
"He was sailing that way, yes." Balthazar replied, "I am sure once he got word of your summons he turned right around. He loves following your commands. It is his favorite."
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Post by Erik on Oct 4, 2013 21:47:15 GMT -5
"Alas, I cannot send him a raven while he is at sea, and it seems unlikely that he will be able to return within the aforementioned week. That would, in theory, make you Lord of White Harbor. If I were stupid enough to trust any oath that you gave me, that is."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 4, 2013 21:52:13 GMT -5
"Are you going to start enforcing prayers? If a lord does not kneel to a tree three times a day he loses his land?" Balthazar laughed.
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Post by Erik on Oct 4, 2013 22:07:13 GMT -5
"It's none of your fucking concern how I intend to enforce my laws, Southron." Eirek looked to the doors at the end of the hall. "Guards, escort Master Balthazar to his rooms. He has clearly had too much to drink."
A pair of guards standing at the back of the hall moved to stand behind Balthazar, waiting for him to come with them.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 4, 2013 22:17:08 GMT -5
Balthazar stood, and smiled at Eirik. He bowed to the group at large, and said, "I assume we will not meet again in this life." He let himself be escorted off.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 4, 2013 22:19:53 GMT -5
Many Lords were not looking at Eirik at the moment.
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Elyssa Stark
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Post by Elyssa Stark on Oct 4, 2013 22:22:48 GMT -5
((Ew Zack, wtf?!))
Elyssa smiled at Damon. "Of course! I would be glad to, I mean." She cut into the food on her plate with relish until she heard heavy breathing behind her. She turned slowly and struggled not to recoil at the vision that greeted her. "Good evening, my lord, is there something I can help you with?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 4, 2013 22:45:02 GMT -5
"I am sure that there is, my lady." he said with a wink, a yellow viscous fluid leaking from the eye as he did so. "I would make you the jewel of the marshes."
He itched the back of his scalp furiously, small flakes of dry skin floating in the air into Elyssa's goblet.
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Post by Elyssa Stark on Oct 4, 2013 23:12:50 GMT -5
Elyssa was too polite to do anything but frown slightly at the swamp man. She looked to Damon and Dacey for assistance, pleading with her eyes for them to do something before her drink became a physical representation of the swamps of the Neck. "I-I'm already promised?" She couldn't help but for her voice to rise at the end of her statement. Her hand grabbed for Damon's and she shook back her hair so the lion at her throat would be more visible.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 4, 2013 23:48:26 GMT -5
"Sounds more like a question to me." he said, cleaning a speck of dirty from his infected fingernails in one of the most futile display imaginable. "Either way, nothing is official until you father announces it."
He looked to Damon and smiled, revealing a large assortment of crooked and rotten teeth, resembling a row of tombstones covered in moss.
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Hope you all are well and happy.