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Post by Marie on Oct 6, 2013 11:04:02 GMT -5
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." "That may well be true," Gwayne replied. "But we men need our battles. It's one way to show our strength, and we have to protect what is ours. After all, courtly battles may decide a man's fate, but what woman wants a man who cannot defend his own body with sword or spear?" |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2013 11:28:17 GMT -5
Jennalynn curtsied toward Aurane and smiled toward him, satisfied with herself at bringing forth such a comment from the Lord of Casterly Rock, and gave him a small laugh.
"Now where would the fun be in that, my lord. The purpose with a costume is to not exactly be oneself, but be that of someone else, so the whole purpose would be ruined if I showed myself off, something should always be left to the imagination."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 6, 2013 13:03:37 GMT -5
Doreah stood towards the entrance herself, an indulgent smile curved upon her lips as she warmly greeted the guests that walked through the door in their variously lavish costumes. She herself was the consummate picture of exotic beauty: her raven black hair fell in luxuriant waves to her waist. Her lips were kissed ruby red, and red interspersed her tight-fitting gown among the rest of its gleaming black. Hanging, cinched at her waist, was a beautiful sword that appeared of master craftsmanship. A rubied raven perched on the hilt, its eye peering sagely out at the festivities.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 6, 2013 13:29:05 GMT -5
"Yeesh, it's because I a Dornishman ain't it, don't want no dirty Dornishman in your pretty party, ah well, I'll leave." He sauntered down the street.
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Post by Flex on Oct 6, 2013 14:33:08 GMT -5
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." "That may well be true," Gwayne replied. "But we men need our battles. It's one way to show our strength, and we have to protect what is ours. After all, courtly battles may decide a man's fate, but what woman wants a man who cannot defend his own body with sword or spear?" Nymeria shrugged. "A man should have the ability to defend himself, of course. But he should never end up in a situation where he has to." She took a sip from her watered wine. "Well this is boring." |
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Post by Flex on Oct 6, 2013 14:35:51 GMT -5
Jennalynn curtsied toward Aurane and smiled toward him, satisfied with herself at bringing forth such a comment from the Lord of Casterly Rock, and gave him a small laugh. "Now where would the fun be in that, my lord. The purpose with a costume is to not exactly be oneself, but be that of someone else, so the whole purpose would be ruined if I showed myself off, something should always be left to the imagination." "Yeesh, it's because I a Dornishman ain't it, don't want no dirty Dornishman in your pretty party, ah well, I'll leave." He sauntered down the street. "Then let me at least have a peak at your face," Aurane said with a smirk, briefly glancing at his wife and taking in her perfect curves. Then his eyes went to the other incident and he waved. "No, come in! This is a party for all, Mudd King!" |
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 6, 2013 14:39:55 GMT -5
He spun around on one foot and hopped back a step or two like Aurane's voice had an invisible rope around his waist, "You're a good man," said the Mudd King. "This will definitely be the best party!" He said happily in a loud voice.
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Post by Flex on Oct 6, 2013 14:42:10 GMT -5
"It will," Aurane agreed with a secret smile. "Do come in and have a drink."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 6, 2013 14:50:07 GMT -5
"Hear hear!" Alyn called out as he made his way inside. He gave a grin to all the costumed folk as he headed to eat something.
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Post by Marie on Oct 6, 2013 16:25:46 GMT -5
Nymeria shrugged. "A man should have the ability to defend himself, of course. But he should never end up in a situation where he has to." She took a sip from her watered wine. "Well this is boring." Gwayne frowned. "Life is not that simple, my lady. If you are bored of me, I will leave you to your own thoughts, but I am sure matters will liven up soon." |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2013 5:05:44 GMT -5
Jennalynn curtsied toward Aurane and smiled toward him, satisfied with herself at bringing forth such a comment from the Lord of Casterly Rock, and gave him a small laugh. "Now where would the fun be in that, my lord. The purpose with a costume is to not exactly be oneself, but be that of someone else, so the whole purpose would be ruined if I showed myself off, something should always be left to the imagination." "Then let me at least have a peak at your face," Aurane said with a smirk, briefly glancing at his wife and taking in her perfect curves. Then his eyes went to the other incident and he waved. "Wouldn't that be cheating, my lord Lannister?" she said with a charming smile. "but it's your party, so I guess I'll grant you a part of your wish" she said and pulled the mask up a little, so that Aurane could see the lower part of the chin and mouth, showing off her smile. |
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Oct 7, 2013 5:27:28 GMT -5
Doreah stood towards the entrance herself, an indulgent smile curved upon her lips as she warmly greeted the guests that walked through the door in their variously lavish costumes. She herself was the consummate picture of exotic beauty: her raven black hair fell in luxuriant waves to her waist. Her lips were kissed ruby red, and red interspersed her tight-fitting gown among the rest of its gleaming black. Hanging, cinched at her waist, was a beautiful sword that appeared of master craftsmanship. A rubied raven perched on the hilt, its eye peering sagely out at the festivities. "I thought only widows wore black, my lady" a soft voice said behind her. It had been many years, but Doreah still recognised the voice of Tynian Lannister as she turned around to see the man in the bloodied white cloak and white domino mask surrounded by red-tipped raven's feathers. "Unless of course, you're supposed to be Tristeza Martell - the doomed bride, to my brother's Lord Blackwood over there?" he gestured across to Aurane as he flirted with yet another highborn beauty. "That didn't end well for either of them, did it? An ill omen and not one I thought you'd be eager to revisit being Dornish" he said mildly as he took a tiny sip of wine, a smile playing across his lips. |
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 7, 2013 14:59:21 GMT -5
If Doreah was surprised to see Tynian here, she did not show it.
“You are far from the mark,” she responded dryly, eyeing his macabre costume with obvious distaste. “I am Aerie Blackheart, King’s Justice, a lady of Blackwood, potential lover of the Stag King. I have always found her an appealing character in the histories. Your dress is…inventive.” Her eyes darted to the red-tipped feathers before returning to his face, offering him a tenuous smile that was more perfunctory than anything.
“Teirney, herself, has chosen Aranya Royce, her favorite. Have you seen her? It is not to be missed. Although, Leyton wins in terms of pure unconventionality.”
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Post by Flex on Oct 8, 2013 17:37:24 GMT -5
Gwayne frowned. "Life is not that simple, my lady. If you are bored of me, I will leave you to your own thoughts, but I am sure matters will liven up soon." "Bored? Add to that that I did not get enough sleep last night," Nymeria said, waving the thought away. "It is too noisy in this city, even here where the manses of various families are." |
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Post by Flex on Oct 8, 2013 17:39:22 GMT -5
"Wouldn't that be cheating, my lord Lannister?" she said with a charming smile. "but it's your party, so I guess I'll grant you a part of your wish" she said and pulled the mask up a little, so that Aurane could see the lower part of the chin and mouth, showing off her smile. Aurane grinned. "Already I am struck by your beauty; in fact, I would feel rude not issuing you an invitation to dine with me at some later date." He lead her into one of the main rooms and passed Jennalyn a glass of wine. "I do hope that mask lets you drink." |
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Hope you all are well and happy.