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Post by The Smith on Jun 23, 2007 11:25:37 GMT -5
"Ahh, Ser Rhodri it appears we have a hedonist in our midst." He smiled at first but it faded as he looked contemplatively past his horse, "In my eyes I've died half a dozen times. The worst was the first though."
"The first feat of mine that became song...when I quelled Lord Connington's revolt a dozen years ago. I burst into the throneroom, I was so young and care free until I saw Lord Connington standing tall in gold and silver with his knightly brothers. I nearly shit myself". Gesturing to Rhodri he said, "I had at this time won a tourney or two of my own, and half the realm considered me a master at sword but that didn't exempt me from fear."
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jun 23, 2007 11:36:09 GMT -5
Rolling his eyes Ser Piers says, "I know that one Lord. I do not remember the 'I nearly shat myself' refrain perhaps that is not in all versions. But imagine the songs and books they will about the men who free Casterly Rock? That fate is going to make a man, a legend."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 23, 2007 11:45:25 GMT -5
"Sometimes I feel I have outlived my legend. Half a dozen years ago I could walk into a town and all the noblewomen would flock to me." Lord Caron looked over to see their faces, "No, it really -did- happen. They called me the Shepherd of Stokeworth."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jun 23, 2007 11:50:36 GMT -5
"Break the captives free of the Rock and the noblewomen may flock to you again."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 23, 2007 11:57:38 GMT -5
"I don't think you understand me totally. That is no longer something I really want...I just want appreciation for what I've done. All I want at this point in my life are songs, heh, and maybe a nice funeral. Will you promise me that, Rhodri? If I die in the coming days will you host the a funeral parade in King's Landing?"
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jun 23, 2007 12:08:39 GMT -5
"Men and women will weep openly from Lannisport to Shipbreaker Bay the day you die, mi'lord. But I'd rather toast victory with you in a few days time and not mourn you until I am an old man myself. But if you die, aye, indeed, I will host a parade of magnificence equal to your songs. I swear it."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 23, 2007 12:13:15 GMT -5
"It is good to have a friend in you, Ser Rhodri, even if you make outrageous claims." The Songlord smiled broadly.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jun 23, 2007 12:13:51 GMT -5
Further south along the Sea Road, Rhodri's cousin Jon rides hard with his best horsemen hoping to catch the Songlord's host in hopes he would not miss the battle.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 23, 2007 12:35:38 GMT -5
The men hear a horse riding up beside them and the Songlord turns to face his old companion, Ser Ager Gaunt. The Songlord greets him with hearty "hail" and introduces the lot, "Rhodri, Piers, this is Ser Ager Gaunt", he turned to Ager, "Ager, this is Ser Rhodri Royce and Ser Piers Bettley".
Ser Ager Gaunt grinned wildly, "Ahh, Ser Beetle-bob, what a pleasure it is to meet your acquaintance. And Ser Rhodri, it is my pleasure, I've heard your mother's a whore."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jun 23, 2007 15:08:21 GMT -5
"You must be mistaken. That is my brother's mother."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jun 23, 2007 15:13:50 GMT -5
OOC: I'm going offline for a few hours and haven't written a scenario re: Rhodri's involvement in the battle. If the battle is going to start today, please incorporate the Songlord's Host. If not, I'll be back online later tonight.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 23, 2007 15:43:48 GMT -5
OOC: Either way I'll be out tonight, so we're going to do this tomorrow or late tonight perhaps.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Jun 23, 2007 15:57:07 GMT -5
ooc: Some coordination of big battles and important events like this would be useful so we can block out time we can all be on together.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jun 24, 2007 0:49:00 GMT -5
"Good Ser Gaunt, truly a pleasure. Is it not a magnificent day. The sun reflecting on the waves of the sea, that pleasantly briny smell. This is a day so perfect it must have been crafted by the Smith himself." Ser Piers bows with a much flourish he can afford given that his a horseback.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jun 24, 2007 0:52:01 GMT -5
"The salt air will mingle well with the spilt blood of tomorrow, provided it is the blood of our foes and not our friends. Can you sense the anticipation? It gives me life."
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Hope you all are well and happy.