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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 13, 2007 11:14:12 GMT -5
Elena Plumm smiles warmly at Elane, and walks over to greet her. "How are you Elane? How have the years treated you?"
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 13, 2007 11:16:06 GMT -5
Lord Baldwin nods at Lord Rhodri's suggestion, "If Breyn does not reply in time I will name Tollett. What do you think of the news from the North?"
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Post by Horas on Jul 13, 2007 14:29:17 GMT -5
"Old Gods, New Gods, it doesn't matter. All power comes from the edge of a sword," Jast said, placing his hand on the hilt of his weapon.
Horas nods his head politely to Ser Vikter's comment. Before the westerland knight leaves, Horas answers in a somewhat bemused tone, "Is that so? I cannot say I agree, but if that is the case, I pray your sword stays sharp."
After Ser Giles finishes his introduction, Horas arches an eyebrow. "I am afraid you have mistaken me for my cousin Warren. It is not a mistake many men make, truth be told, though I am told we looked nearly identical as children." Horas gestures to the far side of the feasting hall, where Warren Blackwood stands locked in conversation with a minor western lord. Warren is not a tall man, but he broad of shoulder and has a serious cast about his face. "Warren was indeed a champion, if only for a day. I, on the other hand, am Horas Blackwood. I did not enter the lists at Storm's End."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 13, 2007 17:35:05 GMT -5
After Ser Giles finishes his introduction, Horas arches an eyebrow. "I am afraid you have mistaken me for my cousin Warren. It is not a mistake many men make, truth be told, though I am told we looked nearly identical as children; Horas gestures to the far side of the feasting hall, where Warren Blackwood stands locked in conversation with a minor western lord. Warren is not a tall man, but he broad of shoulder and has a serious cast about his face. Warren was indeed a champion, if only for a day. I, on the other hand, am Horas Blackwood. I did not enter the lists at Storm's End. OOC: That's what I get for posting late at night. IC: "Ah, I never saw the man without his helm. Fearsome, that coz of yours. Will you be entering the lists here, then?"
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 14, 2007 2:00:16 GMT -5
Ser Syward Spicer looks to where Steffen Lannister is seated. Motioning for his sycophants to stay where they are he walks over to the worm.
"I beg your pardon, Lord Lannister; but you were one of the last to see my father alive. Can you tell me any stories of Sterling Spicer's death?" Syward stares at Steffen trying to look impassive.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2007 8:35:17 GMT -5
Elena Plumm smiles warmly at Elane, and walks over to greet her. "How are you Elane? How have the years treated you?" "Oh come now, you make me feel old," Elane laughed. "I'm only 21, although unfortunately still as rounded as I was at 17! You, on the other hand, look delicious, sweetling. Marriage suits you, but I think nursing would suit you even better. Remember the field hospital? We taught you how to dress wounds and you learned so quickly. I remember Auntie told me she was very impressed with you. You shouldn't give up such talents, Elena. "After the war when I returned home to the Vale, I set up Shelters and packaged medicines as Auntie and I made them. They've been so successful that I built Shelters in the crownlands too. I would love to set them up in the west, and perhaps the riverlands. I could train you myself, and we could set them up together, provided that Baldwin would consent. And I'm sure he would, as he knows our skills. What do you say? You would be a wonderful nurse." Turning to Aerie, Elane explained, "During the Battle of Casterly Rock, the final battle of the war, we ladies set up a hospital in the ballroom. Elena was very young then, but a helpful girl and quick learner despite that."
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 14, 2007 11:57:48 GMT -5
Elena smiles at Elane, "I truly appreciate the offer. My fate lies down a different path though."
Taking a sip of wine she continued. "It would be lovely for your shelters to expand into the Westlands. Before you approach my father is significant that you find some on in the Westerlands to co-sponsor your endeavor. My father will not allow any organization in his lands with out a significant presence of Lannister men." She bubbled with laughter, "Or women in this case."
Turning Elena grinned at Aerie, "I helped, but it was Elane and Lilith Royce who were the true heroes that day. Hello, I am Elena Lann... I mean Elena Plumm. How are you." She giggled softly at her mistake.
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Post by Axell Lannister on Jul 14, 2007 12:34:17 GMT -5
Steffen glanced at the man. He took a gulp of wine. "Your father died a better death than many others that day."
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Post by eva on Jul 14, 2007 13:34:36 GMT -5
Eva Lannister, unseen by her family for 10 years, slips quietly into the back of the celebrations. A few of the people recognise her but most don't. Around Lannisport she has become little more than a name, a portrait on the wall, very few still remember the girl who left so long ago. If she gets her way, that's all about to change.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 14, 2007 14:18:00 GMT -5
Ser Syward eyes bore into the past, "Is it true the indignities he had to suffer? The things I have heard fill me with wrath." Spicer's hands tighten into fists, and his mouth forms an angry grimace.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 14, 2007 15:00:30 GMT -5
Aerie raised her eyesbrows to freign impressed surpise, nodding raptly as Elane and Elena recited the events of the battle and their parts in it. Personally, Aerie found that largely boring and would rather be fighting in the battle than tending the idiots who got themselves nearly killed, but, of course, it would not do to say that. "How kind of you," she said to Elane. "It must have been difficult, seeing your men like that. You really did them a great service." She bowed her head in respect. "And I am sure you played a greater part than you let on, Elena. Every extra hand could be the difference between life and death. I am Aerie Blackwood. I am honored to be in the presence of such angels." She smiled placidly.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 14, 2007 15:19:52 GMT -5
"Oh from Raventree. I have heard such wonderful things about the beauty of the Riverlands. How do you like Casterly Rock, you must find it hard and jagged?" Taking a sip again from her glass, her eyes flicker over to her husband for a moment. "Are you enjoying your visit?"
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 14, 2007 16:54:16 GMT -5
Edmure Seaworth entered the hall and took his seat at the table set up for the bastards and commoners, trying not to look to conspicuous. The journey had been long and hard, and he was still not done it, but it would be good to rest for a night. He watched the highborn lords and ladies talk, and the young and cheerful dance, and thought on his mission. He had been met with mixed results. In Oldtown when he had been trying to secure a meeting with the new Lord Hightower, but the older son had threatened to turn him over to the Targaryens, however the younger one (who had been favoured by his late father) had secretly visited Edmure the next day and gifted him with a small chest full of dragons to give to Callen. He had tried meeting with the Tyrells along the shields but all had been away or had not been willing to talk to him. He knew he had no hope in enlisting any support here in Casterly Rock or in Lannisport, but his ship had to restock, and Edmure was adverse to the prospect of good food and wine, not least of all the chance to get a good look at one of the lords who had been chiefly involved in usurping his king.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 14, 2007 16:56:46 GMT -5
OOC: For those who didn't read the Silver Serpent thread Edmure Seaworth, Callen's second, was sent on a mission to travel to the Iron Islands, and visit anywhere between there and Dorne, in order to discover which lords could possibly be loyal to him.
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Post by Horas on Jul 14, 2007 18:12:17 GMT -5
"Ah, I never saw the man without his helm. Fearsome, that coz of yours. Will you be entering the lists here, then?" "I will not, ser. I am only here to enjoy the festivities." With a few more parting words, Horas wanders back off into the crowd. When he finishes the contents of his goblet, he reaches inside his doublet for a small flask and refills it. Horas has given half of his guard leave to abandon their duties and drink as much as they want for the first night of feasting. The largest of these guards is named Lars, a massive man far on his way to being well and truly drunk. He staggers over to one of the tables set aside for commoners, an overflowing tankard of ale in each hand. "YOU!" he roars, his eyes fixed somewhere over the shoulder of a newly arrived man, "You look like a SAILOR! I've already outdrank three seamen tonight," (here Lars holds up four fingers, each as thick as a sausage) "why not outdrink a sixth, I say!" Lars slams one of the tankards of ale onto the table in front of Edmure Seaworth. A small crowd is forming around Lars and Edmure, eager to see two men make fools of themselves.
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