|
|
Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Oct 3, 2013 14:44:16 GMT -5
Ser Leyton Hightower entered the party garbed not as a hero or villain, but rather as a dragon...well the best imitation of a dragon he had been able to produce in a short amount of time. He had died his short dark hair red and orange and had covered himself in a black scalelike fabric that looked as if it had belonged to a dress at one point. A thread of the same fabric dangled down onto the floor, attached to his garb at the lower back, apparently a tail of sorts. His wings were simply two cheap looking swords covered in a great deal of ash. His face had received a fair coating of ash as well, and it was impossible to tell if it was a result of sloppiness or intent. It was a questionable outfit to say the least, but it was evident that Leyton was pleased with it's originality.
|
|
|
|
Post by Flex on Oct 3, 2013 14:54:08 GMT -5
Edric accepted the drink and eyed the host. "Sorry, but who are you supposed to be?" "I could ask the very same question," Aurane replied, the smile on his blue lips fading. |
|
|
|
Post by Edric Stark on Oct 3, 2013 14:57:06 GMT -5
"Brandon the Builder," said Edric, pointing at his bronze crown. "I did not mean to offend you. I just don't know anyone who might look like that. A warlock from the east?" he guessed, quite puzzled now.
|
|
|
|
Post by Tynian Lannister on Oct 3, 2013 14:58:37 GMT -5
A masked man appears from one of the rooms. Considering his entry was allowed prior to the party beginning, onlookers can only assume he is known to the Lord of Casterly Rock.
He wears a white cloak, though bloodied and torn and the sleeve of one of it's left arm lies empty, though canny observers can note the presence of the man's true arm, garbed in sable and hidden underneath.
The man's white mask is a domino one, though feathered black around the edges with each black feather is tipped in red, symbolising the blood spilled on (by?) them.
He casually holds a half empty glass of Arbor gold in his right hand and surveys the guests.
|
|
|
|
Post by Flex on Oct 3, 2013 15:18:00 GMT -5
"Brandon the Builder," said Edric, pointing at his bronze crown. "I did not mean to offend you. I just don't know anyone who might look like that. A warlock from the east?" he guessed, quite puzzled now. "None other than Horas Blackwood himself," Aurane replied with a smirk. "I suppose history isn't much read in the North? Unfortunate. You are a brother of Lord Eirek's?" |
|
|
|
Post by Edric Stark on Oct 3, 2013 15:23:40 GMT -5
Edric nodded and was about to add that he was the youngest brother, but suddenly remembered Torrhen as well. "Edric. I have been otherwise occupied," he admitted. "Reading books about Riverlander history is not exactly high on my priority list. What was this Horas Blackwood famous for?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Flex on Oct 3, 2013 15:27:37 GMT -5
Aurane chuckled. "The greatest Master of Whispers that ever lived; a man who took down many rivals, even lead the infamous Coup of the Red Keep. Of course, he ended up dead, but everyone does."
|
|
|
|
Post by Edric Stark on Oct 3, 2013 15:32:38 GMT -5
"Ah, right," said Edric, vaguely remembering something, and thought of asking why he had blue lips. "Well, I will not hold you for much longer now," he said, noticing the line of guests who wanted to greet the Lannister lord. "Take care."
|
|
|
|
Post by Flex on Oct 3, 2013 18:14:56 GMT -5
"I doubt a knight as renowned as the Dragonknight would care very much if a man wore his likeness, but I imagine he might be pleased that his love of Queen Naerys is long remembered. Love is eternal, they say in the songs. Do you think it's true, my lady?" Gwayne smiled. "I think love dies as soon as those that feel it die," Nymeria replied. "Unless it dies before then." She put her hand in front of her mouth. "Oops, I am sorry. I don't think much of such sentimentality." |
|
|
|
Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 3, 2013 18:20:43 GMT -5
Two guards stopped him. "And who are you supposed to be?" "I don't smell bad enough huh?" He spread his arms wide which resulted in his ale sloshing over, "I'm a Mudd. You know, the ol' River King's an all that." |
|
|
|
Post by Marie on Oct 3, 2013 18:21:57 GMT -5
"I think love dies as soon as those that feel it die," Nymeria replied. "Unless it dies before then." She put her hand in front of her mouth. "Oops, I am sorry. I don't think much of such sentimentality." "Ah, a practical princess, then. Don't apologise, I beg you. You are probably right, but I have always been hopeful," said Gwayne. "Perhaps because I have spent so much of my adult life at war. And besides, the best songs deal in love or war...or both." |
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2013 4:03:40 GMT -5
Jennalynn Royce waited at the door. She was dressed in a silver gown and she had dyed her hair in what only could be perceived as the silver-gold color of Valyria, her mask was silver with alternating blue and green squares and around her neck she wore a pearl necklace, also with green, blue and white pearls. She waited at the door to announced and escorted inside.
|
|
|
|
Post by Flex on Oct 6, 2013 10:17:06 GMT -5
Two guards stopped him. "And who are you supposed to be?" "I don't smell bad enough huh?" He spread his arms wide which resulted in his ale sloshing over, "I'm a Mudd. You know, the ol' River King's an all that." The guard grunted. "Better not traipse any around the carpet." |
|
|
|
Post by Flex on Oct 6, 2013 10:18:29 GMT -5
"I think love dies as soon as those that feel it die," Nymeria replied. "Unless it dies before then." She put her hand in front of her mouth. "Oops, I am sorry. I don't think much of such sentimentality." "Ah, a practical princess, then. Don't apologise, I beg you. You are probably right, but I have always been hopeful," said Gwayne. "Perhaps because I have spent so much of my adult life at war. And besides, the best songs deal in love or war...or both." Nymeria yawned. "War is such a boring thing... to hear of, anyhow. All this nonsense about tales of valour and nobility." She crossed her arms. "The real war goes on at court, or so I am told. The lives of knights and soldiers are decided there." |
|
|
|
Post by Flex on Oct 6, 2013 10:19:49 GMT -5
Jennalynn Royce waited at the door. She was dressed in a silver gown and she had dyed her hair in what only could be perceived as the silver-gold color of Valyria, her mask was silver with alternating blue and green squares and around her neck she wore a pearl necklace, also with green, blue and white pearls. She waited at the door to announced and escorted inside. Aurane walked up to Jennalynn and held his arm out to her. "My dear, you are a beautiful ray of light amongst us," He said, a charming smile on his face. "That is, you would be if you were not hiding your features behind that mask." |
|
Hope you all are well and happy.