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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 15, 2007 10:25:52 GMT -5
Noticing the argument between Spicer and Tyrell, Lord Rhodri separates himself from his conversation to approach them both.
"Stop your quarrel, and be not fools in Lord Lannister's hall." Looking at Spicer, he continues, "Your father was avenged the very day we are here to celebrate when Aelerion, King Aegon's mount, burned and ate Lucian Hightower. I saw it happen myself, a sight I will never forget. His fate was terrible to behold."
"The Tyrells are an honorable house, and Hightower was not their creature. Hightower was a madman determined to rule the West from the Three Towers to the Banefort, to hold Oldtown and Lannisport and all the riches that that presented. Ser Gathor was in my company the day of the Battle. Not a single Tyrell rode in Lucian the Lewd's company. In the war's aftermath, Ser Donal took a hold of Oldtown, not leaving it in Hightower hands. What more vengeance could you want?"
"Your quarrel is not with Ser Rindwynd, it is with a ghost."
The Redroyce's face is taut and his expression determined, though he never raised his voice.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 15, 2007 10:56:58 GMT -5
The Songlord and his heir, Gideon Caron, enter the the feasting hall. The Songlord wears less than formal riding gear, with the black nightingales of his house emblazoned across a yellow tabard. Gideon is more formal and fashionable, with short, straight and neatly combed hair, framing his fairly distinguished face.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 15, 2007 12:22:51 GMT -5
"Broke Stick this is none of your concern. Go back to subverting the Stormlands from their proper lord. I can deal with this rotten flower myself." Syward only spares Rhodri one dark glance.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 15, 2007 12:30:45 GMT -5
The Songlord and his heir, Gideon Caron, enter the the feasting hall. The Songlord wears less than formal riding gear, with the black nightingales of his house emblazoned across a yellow tabard. Gideon is more formal and fashionable, with short, straight and neatly combed hair, framing his fairly distinguished face. Lord Baldwin walks over and greets the Songlord, "Welcome to Casterly Rock Lord Caron. I am sure you will have a good stay. If you need anything you need only ask."
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Post by Horas on Jul 15, 2007 15:36:16 GMT -5
The crowd becomes quieter as Spicer and Tyrell spit venom at one another. Ser Kennos Keath eyes the escalating confrontation with interest.
"Single combat could settle this," Keath says with a slightly hopeful note in his voice. Kennos always loved to watch a good duel.
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Post by House Lefford on Jul 15, 2007 16:11:36 GMT -5
"You insult me, you insult my family, now you turn your anger on the good lord Royce, if you wish a fight I will see You on the morrow at noon then we'll see if your sword matches your tongue." said lord Rindwynd as he cross his arms in front of his chest.
(ooc: if there is to be a duel i will only fight to first blood, i mean i dont want to kill the guy.)
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 15, 2007 16:17:04 GMT -5
Edmure watched the commotion quietly from the table at which he was sitting. He kept his face straight, but couldn't deny the interest that suddenly his eyes. His tankard sat there forgotten, still sitting on the table, until the guard across the table said, "you going to drink or what?" Edmure stared at the man for a second, then stood up and tossed three stags on the table. "You win," and he got up and crossed to the other side of the hall to get a better vantage point.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 15, 2007 16:32:38 GMT -5
Two individuals silently entered the feasting hall accompanied by a knight. Had not the entire hall been occupied with what was going on, the two would likely have attracted much attention.
Both persons wore the same tabard: a black stag on gold. Both were also similar in color- fair of skin and dark of hair.
Lord Caron's son, Gideon, seemed to be the only person who noticed them, and being immediately attracted to the female companion, he moved closer towards them.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 15, 2007 16:37:29 GMT -5
"Gladly will I drub you. I rest assured that you will surrender after the first blow like your cowardly Lord." Ser Syward glances around at the men behind him, "Noon then."
Syward Spicer turns and walks out of the feast hall; followed closely by his entourage.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 15, 2007 16:39:31 GMT -5
Ser 'Black' Ben Tollett entered the hall shortly before a small group of vale knights entered.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 15, 2007 16:41:38 GMT -5
Ser Oliver Wendwater, a young man in his mid-twenties entered the hall. He was the nephew of the Night Watch's Lord Commander and was accompanied by a woman of House Wendwater.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 15, 2007 17:02:58 GMT -5
Edmure turned to leave the hall, he had neither the time, nor the slightest interest in the quarreling of petty lords. After hearing that Tyrell knight though he wondered whether or not he could get a meeting with him. At that moment however he bumped into a man wearing the Baratheon colours, his eyes widened in suprise, "what in the seven hells?"
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 15, 2007 17:23:43 GMT -5
"Tyrell, if you fail to slice him in half, I'll try myself. Impudent lowborn asshole." Royce spits on the ground where Spicer had been standing.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jul 15, 2007 17:28:30 GMT -5
Aerie nodded her head pleasantly, taking careful note of everything the lad said. Miscellaneous information could become vital when one least expected to need it, so it was best to file every word away until its use became imperative. “Ah, I understand Lady Elena,” she assured soothingly. “Whenever it best fits you. Things here must need some sorting, after all that has happened.” A tinge of annoyance entered her voice and she turned her face to the ground so nobody could see the sullen glower slide across it like a virulent disease. The battle for Casterly Rock had been an adventure, a fleeting chance to clash swords and live out the dream she had clandestinely been nurturing, but somehow it had passed through her life without her rising up to seize it. She had not been able to fight, and the truth still raked bitter talon across her heart.
Quietly composing herself, she raised her head to Prince Elester, humor twinkling turbulently in her glowing jade eyes. It was the second bite this evening. “Well, that would be lovely, Prince Elester,” she smiled deliberately, a bare curve of the lips. “I haven’t had the privilege to see anything like that as of yet. I’m afraid my fellow Blackwoods aren’t of age with me and don’t concern themselves with that sort of thing. Too busy, I suppose. I’ve always found that rather unfortunate, for them, at least.” Aerie was quite pleased with herself. This conversation was going much more smoothly than her prior, which encompassed bottoms a great deal. Of course, she preferred her quirky, satirical chats with the rough knights, but right here she had accomplished a reputation with three influential people for being a sweet, innocent child. That would serve her well, in the long run. She would save her rakish tongue for the much more interesting mercenary.
Aerie was jerked from her thoughts by a sudden flurry of violent, hushed, and surprised noise. She looked up only to see Ser’s Jast Ser Spicer confront Lord Tyrell with pugnacious intentions. Words shot back and forth, and Aerie watched, entranced but unable to move towards the hubbub in fear of giving herself away to the Prince and ladies. She forced herself to hold her ground, but nudged Alyssa discreetly to sniff out the trouble. Alyssa moved into the core of the discord and surveyed the pair with intelligent and intense amber eyes. So this is Ser Spicer…, Aerie mused thoughtfully. A wonder him and Jast aren’t great buddies. They’re clay from the same violent mold. Perhaps that’s why they hate each other, they remind one another of themselves too much. Now isn’t that a laugh. Aerie heard the proposal to a fight be sealed, and she grinned in vast amusement and anticipation. That was one skirmish she was not planning to miss.
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Post by Horas on Jul 15, 2007 18:17:50 GMT -5
Kennos laughs as the duel is accepted and again as Rhodri spits in the direction of the departing Goldhand.
"That's the spirit, Redroyce, the more the merrier. Mayhaps I'll get drunk and kiss some puffed up lordling's wife so he'll challenge me to combat as well. Dual duels would make quite a sight, eh?"
Kennos laughs his own wit, then looks around the feasting hall as if searching for a likely target.
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