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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 9, 2007 17:19:35 GMT -5
A feast to honor those who fought at the Battle for Casterly Rock. Every night a different veteran of that battle will sit in the seat of honor. Enjoy the fine food, and exquisite music.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Jul 10, 2007 0:00:18 GMT -5
The Black Widow, dressed in dark riding gear, enters and takes to the shadows. Something in her had thirsted to see life back in the ballroom again, and if possible, to catch a glimpse of Piers or her family. Her band was a few days ride away and she would join them again shortly but for now she would attempt to assuage a different hunger than that which organized her life.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 10, 2007 8:01:14 GMT -5
Lord Jayson Plumm and Lord Piers Bettley enter the feast deep in conversation, followed by ser Vikter Jast in his Goldhand uniform. The two sit at a nearly empty table, Jast stands behind Piers scanning the great hall for threats.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Jul 11, 2007 7:01:07 GMT -5
The first night of the feast seemed quite quiet. Piers was sitting, as usual, in the absolute center of whatever action there was. Lilith drank in her view of him, it had been so long since she'd seen him and yet she stared into his image almost everyday. Not only did Petra have his eyes but his long face and that grace he always moved with.
Her healer's eyes had frowned when she'd seen him entering. Tales were right about him being injured. He was visibly limping despite his effort not to and a hint of the strain of it showed on his face.
Most did not notice her presence but Jast did. She nodded at him and he almost imperceptably nodded back. She had put sixteen very neat stitches in his upper thigh during the Battle of the Rock and she suspected he had not forgotten.
The inevitable moment finally came. Piers' eyes met hers. By all the Seven it was wonderful to see him. She marvelled at the rush of joy and lust that filled her and slowly winked.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 11, 2007 7:43:45 GMT -5
The smile on Piers face tightened for just a moment and then relaxed. He shook his head chuckling and leaned forward to say something privately to Lord Plumm. Piers rose from his seat, grabbing his lion headed cane from the table. Piers orders Ser Jast to have a seat and then limps over to Lilith.
"Excuse me madame, but you look familiar to me. Were you one of the many angels saving lives in the ballroom after the battle?" Settling into a chair next to her Piers position's his dark blue cloak in a manner that makes him almost as difficult to pick out of the shadows as Lilith. "Or have I seen you some where else?" Piers chews at his lip in deep reflection.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Jul 11, 2007 8:59:43 GMT -5
Lilith, an observer by nature, was fascinated by the whirl of emotions she felt when in Piers's presence again. The most interesting was comfort, a sense that it had been a few days rather than years.
"Hullo, love," she said, as if she was an old farmwife greeting her farmer after a long day in the fields. Then she chuckled. "I don't know about battlefield angel, but the sight of you makes me want to play that old children's game, healer and patient."
She paused for a second. "Might there be some where we could play in private at a later point? I am not dressed for such a grand occasion as this."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 11, 2007 18:08:27 GMT -5
The Stormlanders arrive at Casterly Rock and join the festivities in the Feasting Hall. Most of the knights are veterans of the Battle of Casterly Rock.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 11, 2007 20:18:02 GMT -5
"My dear my chambers are at your disposal. If you will I will give you a guided tour." Standing Piers slide to a servants door and opened it for her. After she exits he follows with a wicked grin on his face.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 11, 2007 20:21:36 GMT -5
Lord Baldwin Lannister enters the feast flanked by Watson Poggs and Ser Bardwyn Doggett. He walks over to the Stormlanders and starts individually thanking those that fought at Casterly Rock. Baldwin seems to know all there names with out any help from Poggs. Occasionally Ser Doggett says something to a man he remembers from that day.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 11, 2007 20:30:42 GMT -5
Lord Plumm looked pale when he saw Lord Lannister enter and he drank deeply from his wine. Jayson looked around for some escape, he hurried away from the Lannister looking for someone to talk with.
Ser Vikter Jast sat at the table picking at the food lying in the center of the table. Jast's eyes though were in constant motion, every time he made eye contact he would sneer until the other looked away.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 11, 2007 22:52:31 GMT -5
Aerie Blackwood and her close friend Alyssa enter with a few knights flanking them dutifully.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 11, 2007 22:52:57 GMT -5
Aerie strode into the elaborate feasting hall with tempered gusto, chatting animatedly with Alyssa in a way so convincing, only those keenly trained in the art of reading people could surmise that she wasn’t completely earnest in her enthusiasm. Behind the wildly grinning face were eyes drawn and weary, craving a good night’s sleep and a temporary vacation from the ugliness of the world. The journey from the riverlands had not been an arduous one, but all the thinking and scheming she had done in the long dreary hours of the night were finally coming back to bite her in the ass, hard. The ironic thing was that through all those unwelcome twilights, her usually cunning mind had drawn a giant blank; there was no way forward and a thousand paths back. There had to be some way to snake up the hierarchy; she just hadn’t quite figured it out yet. Coming to this lavish feast to honor the veterans of the recent battle that had transpired had seemed a good way as any to become familiar with the faces and minds behind the household names of the great Houses, so here she was in all her fatigued glory. At least Alyssa understood. She always understood, the blessed girl.
Aerie drew her eyes away from her friend and allowed them to survey the current turnout. She saw Royce, Lannister, and other lesser countenances as she casually browsed the crowd. She should introduce herself to them, but lords and ladies were such pompous assholes, and that Lady Royce and Bettley seemed about prepared to eat each other rather than the carved pig gaping on the reaching tables. Oh they were discreet, but Aerie knew forbidden passion when she saw it…it was such a hopeless cliché, along with most other things in the world. Waving away her guards and few knights with a fluttering hand, she drew Alyssa into the core of the chamber, the chortling music rising dramatically and resounding with a ruthless crash in her ears. “Look at them giggling and socializing like zealous ravens over a carcass,” she sniffed, wrinkling her nose in distaste. “How could people actually enjoy this type of thing? It’s just so juvenile, but with children who try to appear dignified as they build lavish mudpies together. It’s enough to make you want to throttle a puppy, honestly. Ah, the things I do for infinite, ceaseless power, eh?” She flashed her a tilted, innocent smile to deflect the sourness of her words.
Alyssa stared at her levelly, shaking her curled blond head in a mixture of disapproval and humor. “You are such a toad, Aerie,” she admonished with a forgiving smile. You’re lucky I overlook your insatiable appetite for world domination. Others would not be so lenient.” Aerie grinned impishly at the girl and shrugged innocuously. How she loved her dear Alyssa.
“Well, if that is you hinting at desiring a share of my future slaves and lands, I’ll have to think about it. There is a waiting list you know. I think Anarchy is listed to get his wheelbarrow of carrots, first, Alyssa. Your turn comes after my handmaid.” She giggled then, reflecting that she had not seen her handmaid since she was fourteen and could only recall her as being the foulest sewer rat possible who still managed to demand instant propriety despite her own well whiskered face. The woman must have been part man part bear. If Aerie would give her anything, it would be a swift kick up the ass.
"I dream of the day you forsake your crusade for world conquest," Alyssa replied dryly, "lest you continue to place your horse above me in." Aerie squeezed Alyssa’s hand affectionately and returned to surreptitiously monitoring the steady flow of decorous guests who gushed into the hall. The time had come to converse with the enemies.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 12, 2007 0:42:07 GMT -5
A number of the younger Stormland knights noticed the pair of unusual young ladies keeping to the themselves. After considerable egging from their older riding companions, two of the lads, Ser Edrick Dondarrion and Ser Giles Grandison, approached and offered greetings. Dondarrion is the younger of the two, a reed thin lad with brown hair to his shoulders; Grandison has broader shoulders and more relaxed smile.
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Post by guest1 on Jul 12, 2007 1:33:29 GMT -5
Prince Elester arrives to the feasting hall with two knights escorting him. None of them had participated the battle of Casterly rock, but he thought that it might be both polite and entertaining to participate the tourney. "Espcecially after the melee was cancelled" he thought himself.
Elester and his knighs picked out a table from the corner of the hall and started to speak with a low voice.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 12, 2007 3:23:29 GMT -5
Lord Redroyce, stepping away from his retainers, approaches the Prince.
"Greetings again, your highness. It is a shame we could not hold the melee at Storm's End, but it seems the pirates have been driven clear of Westeros. You will have a chance to ride again here."
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