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Post by melon on Nov 19, 2007 20:48:26 GMT -5
"The pleasure was all mine." Tallahar bows to the three men. "Why should I be humble I am simply saying the truth. I am the best sword in the Reach if not the realm."
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Post by Erik on Nov 19, 2007 20:54:06 GMT -5
"And what of Kid Death, my lord?" Erik calls from the sidelines, "Or Tomas Clegane? I've seen the Wild Dog at work, and it would be a fair match at least."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 19, 2007 21:23:32 GMT -5
Francis took Ser Gilbert under his arm, and gestured for Ser Torn and Ser Alex to follow.
"Gentlemen, I believe it's time for the men of House Varner to repose. I've got several casks of decent Ale you might like to try." Francis smiled, "You especially Ser Gilbert."
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Post by edricdayne on Nov 19, 2007 21:38:04 GMT -5
Warren looks up as Erryk walks over. "Hail, Erryk," Warren says, rising to grasp the man's hand. "My condolences about your father." "Yes, well I'm glad he finally departed. He was too long in this world under such pain, he has surely reached true rest finally. I was thinking of Marrying a Lannister bannerwoman, I met her at the Tourney in King's Landing. She is a Farman of Faircastle. Would it be all right with you, my Liege Lord? I thought to ask permission since she is a noblewoman of another liegelord." |
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 19, 2007 21:46:04 GMT -5
Ser Gilbert smiles, "Lord Varner, you know I can always be counted on to do my part to taste the quality of your ales, or cider, or rubbing alcohol for that matter." Following his Lord to the tent.
Ser Alex shrugs, "Lord Varner, I apologize but I really need to get some fresh air, I was thinking of taking Ivy's Edge for a brisk gallop, I know she's been itching to run fast since she's seen those colts on the way in."
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Post by melon on Nov 19, 2007 21:50:33 GMT -5
"And what of Kid Death, my lord?" Erik calls from the sidelines, "Or Tomas Clegane? I've seen the Wild Dog at work, and it would be a fair match at least." "Ha Kid Death is old and I'm sure he is beginning to feel it and for Tomas Clegane I haven't seen him years so he's yesterdays champion. Today is for Me." |
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Post by The Flint on Nov 19, 2007 22:04:37 GMT -5
"Well Ser Gilbert, if we are to make a better accounting of ourselves at the drinking contest than the dueling, we'd better get to practice." Francis said, patting the knight on the back
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 19, 2007 22:15:17 GMT -5
"Aye Mi lord, I was just telling Ser Torn the other day that I would be might ferocious in the drinking contest. Ain't that right Torn oh boy?"
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Post by The Flint on Nov 19, 2007 22:17:49 GMT -5
Ser Torn nodded, rather glumly, the defeat weighed on him as it did Ser Alex. "Yes Gilbert, you did say that." he said. Francis put three flagons of amber ale before the men, and toasted them.
"To my valiant knights of Stoatheart."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 19, 2007 22:20:54 GMT -5
"To Stoatheart and the Whitest of Weasels!" Ser Gilbert replied as was custom in the Varner lands. Lifting his flagon from the table and taking a large sip.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 19, 2007 22:28:51 GMT -5
"the whitest of weasels," Said Ser Torn without any particular enthusiasm. Francis just smiled and mouthed the words, part of a refrain from an old drinking song from the days of the Gardner Throne. Francis had a feeling that with enough ale in him Ser Gilbert could be persuaded to belt out the lyrics.
"How long did you serve Lord Marcus Gilbert?" Francis asked instead.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 19, 2007 22:35:55 GMT -5
"I don't know milord, I was with your father and Alex's father since I was a squire, fine men the two of them. Damn fine men." Ser Gilbert said turning a little sullen as he sipped his ale again.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 19, 2007 22:41:22 GMT -5
"Was Lord Marcus a good fighter? I know Ser Johan was said to be one of the best. I see Lord Tallahar out there and I wish that I'd learned to wield a sword." Ser Torn's ears perked up. "Nay, you can't fight your nature milord. You're not a swordsman, is plain as the nose on your face. But that doesn't mean your not a fighter. does it?" Francis nodded solemnly, and in a flash he'd planted a long bladed dagger into the wood of the table. "Well see how I hold up at the melee I suppose, I'll be counting on Ser Alex to keep me safe from you or Gilbert clobbering me."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 19, 2007 22:45:31 GMT -5
"Hah, I wouldn't count on him much for that, old Torn whipped up on him pretty good and I whipped up on old Torn." Ser Gilbert said his recollection of the events that had transpired a little hazy after the drinking he had done before leaving Stoatheart.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 19, 2007 22:50:49 GMT -5
"You Ser are blackguard and a liar." Ser Torn, slapping the Irwyn knight hard on the back as he tried to drink his ale, letting it pour over him. Francis chuckled. They were spirited men, and that counted for much.
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5