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Post by The Smith on Oct 21, 2013 19:17:21 GMT -5
Daenya smiled at Saxon, "My dear Lord Cave, of course I do. A dozen. And while you are at it might as well go all the way. A black stone gargoyle. Two asshai jade spears, and I think a gross of yellow swallows." She kissed him on the mouth, "You have always sworn to do my every bidding, as I do recall." She looked around, and took his hand, "Oh yes and some wine... whatever you think best, my daaaahrling."
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Post by Sam on Oct 21, 2013 19:36:09 GMT -5
Lord Baratheon arrives at the cabin, after finally obtaining his key after several days. He also arrived with a small number of men, who remained outside with those that had arrived with Oswyn, some hours earlier. He is clad in simple riding leathers, with a longsword at his hip. His boots are black leather, finely tooled with gold scrollwork, and he wore a black cloak trimmed with gold thread.
He opened the door with his key, and descended into the building.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 21, 2013 20:14:29 GMT -5
Saxon smiled, "My dearest Daenya, if you attend to your private party quarters, you'll see them brought to you directly." A servant leaned in and he whispered to Saxon. "The spears and the gargoyle are already there, the swallows are taking a bit more time."
When Sammael finally reached the bottom into the party Hall, Lord Saxon greeted him warmily.
"Lord Baratheon, welcome."
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Post by Sam on Oct 21, 2013 20:39:11 GMT -5
"Thank you, my lord. It was a rather difficult party to find," he added with a chuckled, taking in the surroundings, and making note of the other guests.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 21, 2013 20:44:44 GMT -5
"Well I had to make sure that it was only for the worthy," Saxon replied with a smile, "otherwise it would be the same as all the other parties, no?"
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Post by Sam on Oct 21, 2013 20:57:01 GMT -5
"I suppose so," he conceded, his eyes lingering on the Targaryen non-Princess. "Truly, I cannot think of anything that is lacking," he added, frowning for a moment and then meeting Cave's eyes again.
"We are all who were worthy?" he asked, indicating to himself and the others present.
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Post by Horas on Oct 21, 2013 20:59:37 GMT -5
Ser Crawley emerges from his room, his shirt unbuttoned, his hair ruffled, and with several new winestains down his shirt. He appears to be missing one boot, though he does not seem to have noticed it. He collapses in one of the seats in the main "hall."
"Hellofa party," he comments, snagging another cup of wine.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 21, 2013 21:00:47 GMT -5
Saxon laughed, "Now there is a man getting into the spirit of things, well don Ser, well done indeed. Let us all empty our cups in honor of Ser Crawley," Saxon drained his ale, and gestured to the Rhonyish girl to fill it up again.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 21, 2013 21:03:19 GMT -5
Daenya held out her cup to the Rhonysh girl and smiled, "Well my dahrling Saxie, she is a pretty thing. I have seen her like before I think. Has she ever been to one of our private parties?" She bit her finger as she tried to remember.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 21, 2013 21:11:36 GMT -5
"Not this one, yet, I am still breaking her in slowly," He replied impishly, before turning to Baratheon to answer his question,
"Well this is Ser Crawley, a hedge knight and leader of a company of the same. and the Lady Daena Targaryen of Dragonstone. Also here is Lord Oswyn, whom you know, and Lord Gwayne Hightower. Lady Nymeria Lannister is expected to make an appearance, although one can never be sure."
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Post by Horas on Oct 21, 2013 21:18:42 GMT -5
Ser Crawley raises his cup in his own honor, then drinks deeply. "So m'lord," he says to Saxon, "Are all the rumors just idle talk then? I heard you could outdrink any man who ever lived, yet there you sit, empty cupped."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 21, 2013 21:19:17 GMT -5
Daenya yawned, "This not really fitting my dearest. You are by far the most interesting man here. I feel like your streak is going to end tonight my dahrling. You usually have such interesting... shall we say get togethers." She wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and leaned against him bored.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 21, 2013 21:22:16 GMT -5
"But Lady Daenya, this is the most exclusive gathering in all of Westeros. Only ten souls brave enough to undertake the tasks necessary to bring them here, after all you recall what YOU did to get here," he said, gently peeling himself away, and going to stand by Crawley. "I am not sure which rumor you heard, Ser Crawley, but my tendency is to proclaim them all true, even the contradictory ones." He took a proffered cup, and downed it as well. "Although you look to be well ahead of me."
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Post by Sam on Oct 21, 2013 21:24:36 GMT -5
Lord Baratheon found a cup of Dornish Red, and drained it with them, clapping the Crawfish Knight on the shoulder jovially. "You do not do anything halfway, Lord Cave. To you, Ser," he said, raising a second cup toward Ser Crawley.
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Post by Horas on Oct 21, 2013 21:27:22 GMT -5
"I like to have a good headstart on my foeman," Crawley chuckles. "Gods know I ain't winning by smarts."
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Hope you all are well and happy.