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Post by Horas on Jul 18, 2007 1:39:32 GMT -5
"I..." Horas starts, wondering at Aerie's sudden urgent tone of voice, "Now that I think on it, there was one. Garrett Redfort leapt from the stands to the Tyrell boy's side soon after he was knocked from his horse, but before his identity was revealed. I had not thought on it at the time, but I suppose he must have known beforehand. Why? Do you suspect something, Aerie?"
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 18, 2007 2:05:18 GMT -5
Aerie appeared startled at Horace's question, and she immediately flushed. "No, not really. Well, I though someone would have to have—well, that is of no importance. I know no more than you,” she finally finished firmly, retracting her thoughts into her shell. She was glad her cousin was sniffing up the wrong trail with Aerie’s question, but she wished he hadn’t picked a path so dire. Now it would be hard to shake off even these questions. There was something strange going on about what Horace was thinking as well, though. It seemed tensions between people resulted in death of someone on a certain side, possibly even with the Tyrell boy. No, Aerie’s question had been aimed to determine something else entirely: to see if someone could enter a tourney completely unknown and undetected. It the boy had done as much, then perhaps…A fork of nervous excitement squirmed like live snakes in the pit of her stomach. It could be done. But what if her suspicion about his death was also true. Then someone outside of his allies must have known, and someone knowing was a huge gamble in this game she was playing. It was not a game of houses or hostilities she was inolved in. It was her personal game and challenge with tradition.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 18, 2007 11:46:10 GMT -5
Wind seemed to whistle coolly through the hall and the whispering of it seemed to bring the Blackwood kin face to face with their sharp featured Lord, Terrence Blackwood. The man was well built, certainly like a warrior, with strong arms and large hands that he brought around both Horas and Aerie in an almost comical nature.
Terrence wore a sweeping cloak of great black ravens flying on scarlet from a white weirwood over black mail and red-dyed boiled leather. At his side was the ever-present blade, "Lightflight", a smooth and slender longsword that the warrior had (on more than one occasion) made good use of.
Withdrawing his hands Terrence looked at his daughter, smiling big, "It is good to see you again. I've missed you these months, and your mother wishes even more to see you. If she were allowed to come she would, but she is with child and I fear for her health should she even move from her chambers."
Turning to Horas he grinned and put a hand on the other man's shoulder, "Good to see you again, Horas, it has been quite a long time."
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Post by Horas on Jul 18, 2007 14:09:42 GMT -5
Any questions Horas might have wanted to ask his cousin are cut short by the entry of Terrence Blackwood, Lord Paramount of the Riverlands.
"Lord Uncle," Horas says with a smile, "What a pleasant surprise. Have you come to enter the lists?"
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Post by The Smith on Jul 18, 2007 14:32:56 GMT -5
"Enter the lists? No, Horas, I've come to win the lists", Terrence said smiling widely.
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Post by melon on Jul 18, 2007 16:04:26 GMT -5
"HA more Blackwood" Tallahar says out loud then as River knights turn and glare at him with there hands on their swords, Tallahar is left to remember about the attack on his cousin Rindwynd and sits down and begins to drink again.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 18, 2007 19:09:20 GMT -5
Aerie jerked up in surprise to her father looming over her in his scarlet and black armor and flowing clock embroidered with stark ravens in flight. Her face went slack and lost all its color, her hands twitching down to her skirts to grip fiercely on the smooth garment and her tongue licking her suddenly dry lips. She had been musing unacceptable thoughts in the midst of her father; if he knew, she was dead, or as good as dead, locked up in her tower practicing her stitches under the critical eye for her mother. She swallowed the lump rising in her throat and managed only a slightly worried smile. “Why father,” she quavered unsteadily, her features twitching in rebellion under her forced façade. “I was not expecting you. I hope you journey was pleasant? I-I’ve missed you also, and mother as well. She is carrying the pregnancy well? It will be a wonder to see her again, and the Riverlands.” She smiled in a mixture of relief and warmth, placing a hand on her father well-muscled arm. “It is good to see you again,” she said finally, this time in earnest. “I’ve leaned so much since I was away—, but nothing replaces home, right?” She sighed internally, resisting the urge to sag in relief. He had not suspected her or brought up exactly what she had been learning since she was away. Thank the Gods her father was more tolerable than her mother. “Have you seen Warren yet? I’m afraid I haven’t had much of a change to speak to him myself. I’ve gotten to know Horace better, however.” She grinned at her father’s quip, but felt rather sullen underneath the cool ivory mask. She knew she did not have the courage to do anything while her father was here; the tourney was already dissipating into a far-away thought…”
One of the Tyrell’s jeering voices caught her ear, and she turned to him sourly. She knew she should not take her temper out on him, but she had to relieve it somehow. “Why Tyrell? You fear any more competition will bury your nose in the dirt?” She remembered herself and the massive man next to her and hastily turned away before she said something a bit more vitriolic.
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Post by House Lefford on Jul 18, 2007 21:26:29 GMT -5
Lord Rindwynd slowly walked in to the Feast. It was much quieter then the previous days but the air was tense with anger and emotion and a great deal was directed at him.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 18, 2007 21:56:05 GMT -5
Lord Rhodri enters the room accompanied by a number of knights. Seeing Lord Rindwynd standing alone, he beckons him over so he will be amongst allies.
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Post by House Lefford on Jul 18, 2007 22:06:00 GMT -5
"Ah, Rhodri it's good to see you, how are today."
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 18, 2007 22:13:12 GMT -5
Lord Piers Bettley limps over to Lords Rhodri and Rindwynd, "Greetings gentlemen. Have you had any of the gingered mutton. I swear it's my Gran's secret recipe, it is that good."
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Post by House Lefford on Jul 18, 2007 22:19:16 GMT -5
"Ah yes, it was some of the best mutton I've had i don't to get have much red meat these days It's mostly fish on Oakshield but I have thought of expanding the farm on the island."
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 18, 2007 22:36:53 GMT -5
"I have never been to Oakshield. What is it like there? You would think they could sail you over some good beef. Half the farms of Westeros are in the Reach." Piers replies.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 18, 2007 22:52:26 GMT -5
"Greetings to you both. Oakshield, interesting. Do you have any fear of the Ironborn?"
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Post by Horas on Jul 18, 2007 23:43:09 GMT -5
"Well, I suppose not many men join the tourney to lose, Nuncle," Horas says with a wry smile, "But then they get poked by a lance and lose they do. I give you my best wishes in any case, but I will be rather torn if you happen to face Warren." Horas continues on a less jovial note, "Though this tourney is not so happy as it could have been. There have been two murders and an accidental death in the joust."
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