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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 17, 2007 23:18:55 GMT -5
Aerie impatiently awaited the knight’s response, but a raucous voice drew her eyes. Another one of the Tyrells was completely drunk and belting out good riddance of Ser Spicer at the top of his lungs. Aerie eyed him in distaste and was about to return to Lord Royce and the Lannister knight when a familiar figure appeared behind the drunk Tyrell and steadied him with a large hand, muttering something softly to him as he did so. Aerie’s spirits soared. “Horace!” she called out with enthusiasm. When he found her in the crowd, she waved him over with a large, inviting smile. “I think Lord Baldwin is expecting you in his chambers, cousin,” she began, “and there has been another murder, though this man did not deign to tell me.” She gave the knight a level look. “Has something else occurred, that Lord Baldwin would want to see you in his chambers?” She asked it like a polite question, but the light in her eyes was firm and gleaming with hard curiosity. It was a look that few people recognized, but Alyssa alone knew it to be the face of a woman who wanted to know something, and she wanted answers now.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2007 23:22:54 GMT -5
Garrett enters the feasting hall chatting with Samwise Rivers, ever gracious in defeat.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2007 23:28:59 GMT -5
Tommen hurried into the hall and yanked Garrett away from Samwise Rivers.
"Garrett - the maesters have just spoken to Donal Tyrell and Baldwin Lannister. Addam didn't survive," he said in trembling voice.
For a moment Garrett stared in shock and horror.
"Who would have thought it would happen like that? Addam was Kid Death's squire!"
"It's all our fault," Garrett moaned. "We have to tell Ser Donal."
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Post by Horas on Jul 17, 2007 23:35:25 GMT -5
"Ah, cousin Aerie," Horas smiles in greeting, leaving Ser Tallahar to his ale.
"Yes, I have already spoken with the Lord Baldwin. And I have heard of the murder as well." Horas' face grows grave. "Ser Syward Spicer was killed. Gods know the man was not particularly popular, but I do not think he deserved death." Horas sighs deeply. "And I do not know if the knight Timm Vikary unhorsed will survive either. They say he was the son of one of the Tyrells. Poor boy broke his neck. Far too young to be riding in any tournaments."
Horas removes a flask from his belt and drinks deeply.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 17, 2007 23:41:24 GMT -5
At this point in time a herald at the door of the feasting hall announces "BENJEN STARK, LORD OF WINTERFELL AND WARDEN OF THE NORTH!". The wolf lord steps into the first southern great hall he had been to in decades. He is flanked by a number of northern guards, draped in furs. He has the long face of his house, and pale skin that is contrasted and framed by long black hair. Ice, shimmering, is strapped to his back.
OOC: Think of a less creepy version of Ozzy Osbourne.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 17, 2007 23:47:47 GMT -5
Aerie’s lips twitched when Horace deviated from his visit to Lord Baldwin’s chambers and went on about Spicer and the casualties at the tourney. She frowned, however, when she heard of the boy facing mortal peril. “A pity,” she said softly, especially when we lose lives in idle games. Dying in battle is grave enough, but in play…Well, that is life, I suppose. How old is the Tyrell boy? His parents must be hysterical.” She observed him for a moment longer before moving the conversation in a different direction. “Did Lord Baldwin want something from the Blackwoods?” she said casually, toying with the slender ring on her finger.
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Post by Horas on Jul 18, 2007 0:07:09 GMT -5
"I cannot say about the Tyrell boy, as I am not sure on the details. He rode as a mystery knight, no doubt so that he could compete in the tournament without his parents knowing."
As Aerie changes the subject, Horas' somber face transforms into a smile, though he tries to hide it by taking another drink.
"Nothing concerning Aerie Blackwood, no," Horas says. "Nor does it concern your brother or lord father. I know you must be dying of curiousity. Kennos tells me you and Alyssa were searching the kennels as well last night, and he did not think you had much more luck than he did. But this really is a personal matter between Lord Baldwin and myself."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 18, 2007 0:23:21 GMT -5
Aerie glowered for a moment before smoothing her face into neutrality. “Well, fine. I just thought it might be of some importance to Warren, and in that case I should know as well. And we had much for success in the kennels that Kennos, who isn’t exactly the most hospitable creature I have met, by the way. I know the cut was made by a long sword, among other things. I’ll bet he just toddled around and left when he became bored of accomplishing nothing. The fool almost got him and his men killed by the guard, sneaking in there like an idiot. I should talk to Warren about that one…” she trailed off sullenly. She had no love for him.
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Post by melon on Jul 18, 2007 0:23:37 GMT -5
"Well if it isn't the Starks i see you finally make an appearance, with all the cold up North i would of bet your ass had frozen to your chair"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2007 0:26:00 GMT -5
OOC: Garrett is no longer in Feast. Check the Jousting Grounds thread.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 18, 2007 0:40:16 GMT -5
Bardwyn looks at Horas, "So you have talked to the Lord. I am at your service do you need me or my guards for anything?" He looks earnestly at Horas Blackwood nd grips his sword hilt.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 18, 2007 0:43:30 GMT -5
Heralds announce;
Lord Baldwin Lannister announces the tragic death of Ser Syward Spicer. It is a great shame but he would want the event tomorrow to go on. So we are to honor him tomorrow by competing.
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Post by Horas on Jul 18, 2007 0:51:37 GMT -5
Horas' face clouds momentarally. "Kennos is... somewhat lacking in respect, I'll admit. Life is a game to him. But for all his faults, he is not a bad man, and he has served me loyally and well for the last two years. You will do as you wish, I know, but I implore you to not go too hard on Ser Kennos. He is not the type of man to hold a grudge. If he insults you again, tell me and I will put an end to it."
Horas turns to look at Ser Bardwyn. "That will not be necessary for the time being, Ser."
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Post by House Lefford on Jul 18, 2007 1:04:59 GMT -5
Ser Ronald Tyrell quietly walks in to the Feast Hall and politely ask's a maid for some iced fruit juice.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 18, 2007 1:31:57 GMT -5
Aerie nodded grudgingly, but still in compliance. Warren, out of all her many siblings, was the only one who had ever understood her impulses and spoiled her; she had a truer relationship with him than with many. “I wouldn’t, really, but it does no harm dreaming about it.” She flashed him a sudden grin and shrugged. “I’ll admit that I wasn’t entirely affable with him myself.” She listened to the knight offer Horace his services, cocking her head unconsciously. “Why would he have need of your sword?” Aerie asked suddenly, leaning forward. “I’m sure Lord Baldwin wasn’t discussing with him matters of security, or perhaps his inferences on the deaths.” It was a statement posed as a question, a question Aerie desperately wanted answered. Why had Lord Baldwin and Horace Blackwood held a private conference, the details of which the latter effused to reveal? It was so frustrating not to know, to be left out once more a the mere girl-child. She scowled hatefully.
“Horace,” she said suddenly, he voice quiet and small. “You said nobody recognized the boy? Nobody knew who he was when he competed? I suppose it would be possible, if one never lifted their visor or spoke…?” Her voice had a pressing urgency to it, as if this seemingly trivial thing mattered more than anything else in the world, the Others take the murders and Lord Baldwin’s secrecy.
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