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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 20, 2007 1:52:52 GMT -5
Randal Lannister, looking quite somber, welcomes the assembled lords and ladies at the hall of Casterly Rock. His speech is short, and the food is brought out.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 20, 2007 1:53:20 GMT -5
Seth greets Randal.
"How have you been?"
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 20, 2007 1:55:06 GMT -5
ooc: His wife dies in a scene yet to be published, if smith has a issue wiht it I will edit my post
"As well as could be, Seth, as well as could be. I do hope you do well in the joust and melee. It seems many are excited about the melee." His voice is softer and his eyes have bags underneath them. He suddenly looks his age.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 20, 2007 2:01:18 GMT -5
"All will be well in the end, Randal. If it is not well, it is not the end." He said, smiling despite.
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 20, 2007 2:03:25 GMT -5
Randal smiles at Seth, "Yes, she died happy, and now I am hosting this tourney as much for the realm as for her." He sighs and then continues, "But I am being a poor host, is there anything I can get you?"
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 20, 2007 2:13:15 GMT -5
"No, Randal." He smiled. "You have done enough. I am surprised you are still able to be so coherent, what with the constant chaos all about. This promises to be quite the memorable tournament."
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on Nov 20, 2007 2:55:26 GMT -5
Emelia sat at the Dornish table, surrounded by her knights and ladies, nibbling at her food and listening to the table conversations. And, more subtly, to just about everything -else- going on around her.
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Post by Erik on Nov 20, 2007 10:28:51 GMT -5
Erik sits with the other Ironborn, trying his hardest to have a touch better manners than the rest of them. They discuss the coming melee and tell constantly more fictional reaving stories.
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Post by Ellinda on Nov 20, 2007 11:22:45 GMT -5
The King and his retinue enter. Prompted by his mother, he approaches Lord Lannister and says, "I am sorry for the death of your wife. She was a nice lady."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 20, 2007 12:04:36 GMT -5
Francis sits with the Varner house knights. He is also, watching, and listening.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 20, 2007 12:38:38 GMT -5
"Did you sleep well milord?" Ser Alexander says approaching the Varner table and addressing Francis. He sits down at the table paying his respects to the other Varner Bannermen who made the journey.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 20, 2007 12:50:42 GMT -5
"I would have, but the Lady Anne did not, and if they don't sleep well," He smiled and patted Anne's shoulder lovingly, "Than you don't sleep well." Lady Anne's state is beginning to show but it is still very early and her figure is keeping well.
"I'll point out," said Lady Anne, "That before all this," She gestured to her belly, "It was YOU who was keeping me up all night. So you have only yourself to blame!"
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 20, 2007 12:54:59 GMT -5
The men and women of the Vale come in and seat themselves. Roland gets situated and then goes over to visit his sister and his new brother-in-law.
"Sweet sister, I understand I am to be an uncle. Congratulations, sis, and to you also, Lord Varner."
Anne laughs at her brother, "Oh, lighten up, Roland. It's a feast, you should be threatening to break the man's legs, as I hear you did not so long ago!"
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Post by The Flint on Nov 20, 2007 12:58:43 GMT -5
"Fortunately for me, I was the closest man to the ale, and there were no serving wenches near by, so it was either break my legs and go without drink, or spare me!" said Francis chuckling.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 20, 2007 13:00:00 GMT -5
"Greetings Ser Roland, its nice to see you again," Ser Alexander offers, "We had such a brief spat at the wedding. How was the journey from the Vale?"
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