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Post by Flex on Oct 12, 2013 19:40:13 GMT -5
The head within frowned, never having made its appearance. Why did no one love him?
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 20, 2013 21:54:25 GMT -5
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Donal comes back from the trap with Captain Helga in tow, as well as Aemon, Yohn, Nicomo, and the rest of the Baratheon guards. He takes Helga to the room where he was taken after he was injured and sends for a Maester to see to their injuries.
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Post by Sam on Oct 20, 2013 22:21:04 GMT -5
Their burns and scrapes are tended to, and eventually Lord Baratheon shows up to the sickroom where they have all been brought. He sends a page to summon Oswyn, and leans against the doorframe. "How many men were lost?" he asked conversationally.
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 20, 2013 23:13:40 GMT -5
Donal looks up at Lord Baratheon, "Of our men, two men where supposed to stay on the top deck and keep watch. Those are the only two that have had the chance to die, if they didn't run first." Donal replies.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 21, 2013 3:01:28 GMT -5
Oswyn arrived shortly, the page having found him where Donal had left him near the flaming ship, in an intense discussion with the harbor master regarding containing the blaze and preventing it from spreading. When the flames had been put out, Oswyn had returned to the Baratheon Manse with haste. He stood near his father, wiping the sweat and flecks of ash from his brow.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 23, 2013 16:11:37 GMT -5
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Princess Lyssandra and an assortment of her guard both mounted and foot arrived to the Baratheon house. She was dressed like she was ready for a fight, but then again that was how she mostly dressed when going around the city. She waited on her horse, waiting for Oswyn to make his appearance.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Nov 25, 2013 17:30:22 GMT -5
Oswyn made his way out to greet them, Ser Arthur Connington beside him raising an eyebrow at the armed Dornishmen on their doorstep. Oswyn did not seem to mind, bags under his eyes and newly crooked knows making it clear that he had other concerns weighing on his mind.
"My betrothed."he said with a lilting smile, clearly in his cups. "To what do I owe the pleasure? Join me inside for a drink?"
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 25, 2013 18:50:12 GMT -5
She dropped down off her horse and took out a scroll, looking determined as well as slightly mad. She tossed the scroll at him as she approached, "You imbecile," she spat, "Can you read!?" She looked at his compatriot then to Oswyn.
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Nov 25, 2013 18:55:09 GMT -5
Donal who was in the house at the time stands in the doorway leaning against the wooden frame with a slight frown on his face. He did not like the Dornish woman prancing around with all of her guards calling his smarter half-brother an imbecile, if that name should be thrown around Oswyn should not have been the recipient.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Nov 25, 2013 19:13:30 GMT -5
Oswyn read the scroll, though his countenance changed little.
"Join me inside for a drink, princess." he repeated, ignoring her barbs as he met her eyes with his own.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 25, 2013 19:17:51 GMT -5
"There is nothing to discuss," she replied, standing her ground. "Our brief friendship is at an end and you can take that wedding agreement and burn it."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Nov 25, 2013 19:22:37 GMT -5
"This is not a conversation for public ears." Oswyn replied with impatience. "Let us have it in private. You may keep your tongue uncivil as you please."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 25, 2013 19:35:38 GMT -5
Lyssandra thought about it, "You would know what happens if I enter and so much but scream?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Nov 25, 2013 19:38:24 GMT -5
"I do not plan to give you cause to do so." he replied evenly.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 25, 2013 19:40:35 GMT -5
She waved at her men to wait and looked at the three men in front of her, "Then lead on"
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