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Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 14, 2007 18:24:51 GMT -5
Edmure stared at the man with his plain grey eyes. He considered excusing himself from the ribald game, but his experience as a smuggler had taught him that he was less likely to draw attention to himself if he just went along. He had spent his years living off the rum more plentiful than fresh water to a sailor, he could hold more than his share of ale. So he raised the ale, smiled at the man and drank deeply from the tankard. After three gulps he set the tankard down, empty.
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Post by Horas on Jul 14, 2007 22:45:09 GMT -5
Lars finishes his ale at the same time as the sailor, then slams it down on the table with considerably more gusto. His unfocused brown eyes meet the other's steady grey ones.
"More!" Lars shouts, and two more tankards are supplied. Lars leans back and drains his, spilling a considerable amount into his bushy beard.
"M'name's Lars. Large Lars, they call me. Who're you?"
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 15, 2007 0:03:17 GMT -5
"Edmure Seaworth, captain of The Stranger." Edmure knew he didn't have to fear revealing his true name, he was a merely a sailor of small account, someone a lord would never concern himself with. He took a small sip of the new tankard before him, determined to keep his wits about him.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 15, 2007 0:11:04 GMT -5
Aerie grinned guiltily, but prostested in earnest, "No, not at all. It is certainly different from Raventree, but not negative in my eyes. It is so lavish, bustling, and alive! The splendor of this place, the people, the activity. Caterly Rock could never be called ugly. It's all such a refreshing change from the Riverlands, I have to admit. I love the serentiy of wilderness, but the screaming hordes are always missed every once in a while. My visit has been lovely. You must bring your family to the Riverlands sometime. You will not be disappointed." Aerie donned her bright, inviting smile and included the others. "You as well, Lady Elane and Lord Elester," she added merrily, gesturing their inclusion to the rest of the younger gatherers.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 15, 2007 0:41:52 GMT -5
Elena nodded her head and said, "I am glad you are enjoying yourself. Most just complain when they visit. I would love to visit Raventree some time, but my father will never leave the Westerlands unless dragged kicking." She giggled at that notion before continuing, "I am sure I can drag Jayson, he is my husband now, on a trip to the Riverlands. We just got back from a long journey though and need time to recuperate and adjust to the changes." She motions around the hall.
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Post by House Lefford on Jul 15, 2007 2:08:19 GMT -5
Lord Rindwynd settled down at the back of the hall and watched his young cousin Ronald flirt with the young ladies of the court.
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Post by guest1 on Jul 15, 2007 2:28:47 GMT -5
"I would be pleased to visit riverlands. After all, I don't have any responsibilities back at Sunspear. Unlike my good sister, who must take care fore the kingdom all by herself." He said with a smile on his face. "But if you love wilderness, then you have to see the sunset at the desert."
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 15, 2007 3:07:41 GMT -5
One of the Goldhands who follow around Ser Syward Spicer like sheep eyes Rindwynd for several moments and then walks over to Spicer and whispers into Syward's ear. Syward listens for several seconds and then looks toward Lord Tyrell. Syward excuses himself from Steffen and rises.
Syward stalks across the room toward Lord Ryndwind Tyrell. Spicer makes a suble motion with his right hand, and eight of his Goldhand knights start flanking their master.
Syward's face is growing red with anger and hate, and when he speaks he is practically hissing, "What are you doing here Tyrell? This is a feast honoring the dead of the war. Do you think anyone here forgets what side your family was on! We remember what your man Hightower did to Lannisport! You sicken me!" Spicer's hands are gripped into fists, and he holds them in front of his body well away from his weapons.
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Post by guest1 on Jul 15, 2007 3:38:40 GMT -5
"And I already thought that Tyrells suffered from the war just like Lannisters. Anyway, we are guests here, so mind your tongue Ser." Prince Elester says dryly.
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Post by House Lefford on Jul 15, 2007 4:30:25 GMT -5
"You listen to me you insolent whelp I am not here to fight I am here to remember the Dead on both sides just like ever one else I will not dishonor there memory by fighting here but if you still have slanderous word to say, say them with your sword on the morrow, I would call you a dog but I fear that would insult house Clegane to be compared to you."
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Post by serdonaltyrell on Jul 15, 2007 6:16:11 GMT -5
Ser Donal, Captain Eddard & his son Addam enter the feasting hall. Ser Donal shakes the rain from his cape and, spotting Lord Baldwin & Lord Rhodri, makes his way towards them. "My Lord of Lannister - please forgive my tardiness. I had some business to attend to before I was able to complete my journey here. No slight was intended I assure you." Donal bows slightly "May I present my son, Addam? He has heard all about the grandeur of Casterly Rock and has often wanted to visit." Addam nervously looks around, obviously overawed, and bows awkwardly to Lord Baldwin & Lord Rhodri "G-g-greetings on behalf of Oldtown, my Lords" he stammered, blushing as he realised his lapse.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2007 6:30:14 GMT -5
Alliser shifted uncomfortably. House Redfort had supported Rodrick Baratheon in the war, until Elane Royce had threatened and coerced the family into siding with Aegon. Garrett, however, kept a pleasant smile.
"Many who are here today are fresh faces, Ser Syward," he said. "The old ones fought, the new ones mend. Old feuds have no place here."
"You sound like someone's maester," Tommen muttered.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2007 6:30:45 GMT -5
Tommen and Garrett greet Addam with broad grins.
Elane retires to the guest quarters for some time.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 15, 2007 8:50:59 GMT -5
Ser Syward flared at Ryndwind's reply, "Dead on both sides, the way I remember there were not a lot of Tyrell dead as you surrendered the moment your castle was surrounded. And it was your sort who unleashed that bestial Lord Hightower who tortured and raped his way through my Lord's men!" Even though Syward is purposely keeping his voice low, people in close proximity are quieting down; the silent circle is spreading in a wave away from it source.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 15, 2007 8:53:13 GMT -5
Ser Donal, Captain Eddard & his son Addam enter the feasting hall. Ser Donal shakes the rain from his cape and, spotting Lord Baldwin & Lord Rhodri, makes his way towards them. "My Lord of Lannister - please forgive my tardiness. I had some business to attend to before I was able to complete my journey here. No slight was intended I assure you." Donal bows slightly "May I present my son, Addam? He has heard all about the grandeur of Casterly Rock and has often wanted to visit." Addam nervously looks around, obviously overawed, and bows awkwardly to Lord Baldwin & Lord Rhodri "G-g-greetings on behalf of Oldtown, my Lords" he stammered, blushing as he realised his lapse. Baldwin nods politely to Ser Tyrell, "You are not late. Nothing has started yet. Welcome. Make yourself at home."
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