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Post by Horas on Jul 19, 2007 0:01:16 GMT -5
Warren Blackwood, still unaware of his father's entrance, walks over to Ser Danforth Yew.
"Greetings, Ser. Lord Baldwin has nominated me to lead the attacking force at the pagaent, and I understand you will be fighting with me. Your victory at the archery competition was impressive. Do you have any suggestions for our strategy at the pagaent?"
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 19, 2007 0:24:08 GMT -5
LORD Yew smiles at Warren, "Why yes I have a couple. Did you read the history of the Blackfyre rebellion. There was a battle to the South of Heming Ford... or wait was that Fording Ham. Nope definitely Heming Ford. But there was not a river at the battle, so it must have been Fording Ham. But that sounds wrong. Fording Ham. Fording Ham. Yes thats definitely not right. Oh Yes, it was Bell's Meadows."
"So at Bell's Meadows... now that I think about it maybe it was Bull's Meadows. That, I think, makes more sense; I mean Bulls reside in meadows not bells. I mean can you imagine a meadow full of bells. Why that would be quite loud." He laughs at his own joke.
"Any way Bull's Meadows... you know I once saw a giant blue bull from across the narrow sea. It was amazingly big. And amazingly blue. When I stood next to it holding my lance straight up it only barely beat the beast in height. Now you would think that a giant blue bull was some kind of home wrecker. But it was incredibly placid and dull. It let small children ride around on it for hours."
"My own eldest grandson did ride it. Now he is squiring with the Mallisters. My grandson, obviously not the Bull. Ha! He is quite good with the bow. I taught him the trick of taking all his feelings and burning them away until only a void remains. I read about it in this set of eleven books."
For the next forty minutes Warren Blackwood is subjected to the random string of consciousness that is a speech by the great Lord Danforth Yew. All the other feasters form a giant empty bubble around the two men.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 19, 2007 0:26:38 GMT -5
OOC: Danforth Yew is my new favorite NPC.
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Post by House Lefford on Jul 19, 2007 1:04:39 GMT -5
"The Ironborn, no send some knights on top of them and they run back to the ships we haven't seen any for about 15 years know though I guess the decided to give up reveing."
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Post by melon on Jul 19, 2007 3:54:36 GMT -5
OOC HAHA i have to say the Lord Yew is cool
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Post by The Smith on Jul 19, 2007 7:58:25 GMT -5
Terrence's demeanor became more serious as Horas continued about the tourney. "Dreadfully disastrous. Anyway, I must find the Lord of the beautiful keep and greet him, good-bye for now!"
Terrence smiled big and then nodded to both as he made his exit, out of the small 'Blackwood' bubble of the hall, and towards Lord Lannister.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 19, 2007 8:03:00 GMT -5
Lord Lannister greets Lord Blackwood, "Welcome Lord Terrence. I am glad to see you were able to come for some of the tourney."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 19, 2007 8:06:49 GMT -5
"Ello Baldwin. I've heard this is quite the tourney. What, with three deaths and a brilliant show of stags." The Blackwood Lord laughed.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 19, 2007 14:35:52 GMT -5
OOC: Quick question: How has Baldwin not found out that one of his ships has gone missing by now?
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Post by The Smith on Jul 19, 2007 15:00:19 GMT -5
OOC: Well, Baldwin would let you know for sure, but I think it would be assumed that the shipped was captured by pirates, iron born or otherwise sunken off the coast.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 19, 2007 19:08:22 GMT -5
OOC-Baldwin has known his ships was gone since five minutes before it left, but he does not bring others into his problems. So he is not mentioning it to any one.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 19, 2007 19:12:42 GMT -5
"Quite." Baldwin stares stonily at Lord Blackwater, "Why have you arrived so late. Troubles at home?"
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 19, 2007 21:07:47 GMT -5
Aerie nodded politely as her father drifted away so abruptly, but the corners of her mouth twitched in petulance, giving her face a somewhat strained look. She was glad her father had refrained from probing into her escapades, but he didn’t have to turn away so soon…After all, she had not seen him for ages. Hadn’t—hadn’t he missed her? She held no special attachment to her parents like most children, but it annoyed her nonetheless that he might feel the same way about her: a duty to look acknowledge her, but nothing more than that. She did not like being ignored, and the idea that her father might not be as attached to her as she had thought was a disturbing thought that might offset her plans in the future. They had always fussed over her in the past, but perhaps the years had introduced into them a certain detachment of her. Or perhaps she was simply overreacting. She hoped it was the latter.
Plucking a goblet from a sprawling table, she swept after her father surreptitiously, blending into the crowd so he would not notice her shadowing his heavy footsteps. He said he was simply going to greet the lord; there was no reason she could not listen in. In reality, she was hoping Lord Baldwin would discuss with her father what he had with her cousin, who was being very irritatingly close-mouthed about the entire affair. Horace claimed it had nothing to do with her father or Warren, but what was keeping him from lying to a child he owed nothing to? I’m not doing anything wrong, she told herself mulishly, trying to assuage the fluttering nervousness that was rising in her stomach at the though of eavesdropping on her father. She had done that countless times before as a child, but now that she was older…it was different. Things had bigger consequences. Don’t be a dolt. They’re obviously not going to discuss anything important out in the open. How foolish would that be? Lord Baldwin is not known for his foolishness. Relax. You are simply enjoying the festivities. The knot in her gut loosened noticeably.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 19, 2007 21:20:16 GMT -5
Lord Piers laughs, " I doubt the Reavers have given up their craft. Just because you don't see bears during the winter does not mean the bears are all dead, my good Rindwynd." He spins his cane about reflecting light off the gold lion head adorning its top, "The Iron-men, such an odd name for sailors, rightly fear our combined navy and know to attack one of us would incite a counter from all. We are actually quite lucky they didn't start raiding during the war. I guess it was over too quick." We winks slyly at the Tyrell.
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Post by Horas on Jul 19, 2007 23:06:09 GMT -5
Horas Blackwood seeks out Ser Vikter Jast amongst the crowd and asks him if he can spare a moment of his time.
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