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Post by Erik on Dec 10, 2007 19:25:24 GMT -5
"Fair enough. Mortimer, you feel like coming North for some fun?"
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Post by shacklock on Dec 10, 2007 19:27:07 GMT -5
Sargon nods, turning his head slightly to Mortimer. “Aye, the more the merrier coz.”
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Dec 10, 2007 19:27:17 GMT -5
"Only if I get to choose a new alias. I am so dreadfully bored by 'Herman'." He smile did not flicker, though his eyes took on a new, more nefarious look.
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Post by Erik on Dec 10, 2007 19:29:41 GMT -5
"Hmm...how about...a Bolton bastard who has seen the evils of his family, and sworn to repent, accepting the Drowned God and being born again as an Ironman?"
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Dec 10, 2007 19:40:11 GMT -5
"Hm. I don't much like the idea of flaying folks, but I could work with a Northish identity."
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Post by Erik on Dec 10, 2007 19:41:01 GMT -5
"Well, think on it. Horas may have some ideas, as well."
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2007 19:50:27 GMT -5
"How very kind of you, Prince Edrick. King Rickon and his brother are cared for well, but no doubt they would enjoy meeting their great uncle." Horas says.
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Post by loremaster on Dec 10, 2007 20:03:15 GMT -5
He nodded. "I met them shortly before leaving for the tourney. I thought it wise to make myself known to the ruling nobles and of course, the Lord Hand himself, before attempting to settle in. Of course, I was shocked to discover a trial instead of the expected jousting and associated merriment... I hope the situation clears up without need for bloodshed."
In truth, Edrick LOVED a good war. They were fun!
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Post by shacklock on Dec 10, 2007 20:07:38 GMT -5
Sargon sits and drinks quietly, sharpening several of his dirks with a procured wheatstone occasionly.
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2007 20:09:32 GMT -5
"Of course... A war would be quite unfortunate. With tempers flaring, though, who can say for sure?"
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2007 20:13:19 GMT -5
The guard, apparently finally having recieved instructions, returns to Erik's tent. He grudgingly drops a bottle of beer on the table, then unceremoniously takes one of Sargon's arms and ejects him from the tent.
"Hand says the prisoner's got enough guests for now," he says, closing the tent flap and standing in the way so that Sargon cannot re-enter.
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Post by loremaster on Dec 10, 2007 20:18:37 GMT -5
"My lord, if I understand the situation correctly", There was much tension on his face. He seemed ashamed and disgusted to even speak, but something resembling inner strength won out... "would it not be best to remove the root of the problem? This Elaena Bolton appears to have brought quite a lot of tension with her... physical or fraudulent dalliances. Perhaps... perhaps she should be seperated from the Lannisters before there are three warring houses on your hand?"
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Post by shacklock on Dec 10, 2007 20:19:20 GMT -5
Sargon growls angrily. He throws the cup at the guard’s face in annoyance and stalks out of the encampment, heading back for his Storm-Reaver.
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Post by loremaster on Dec 10, 2007 21:36:23 GMT -5
He stood up and paced about the room. "I apologize, I shouldn't have suggested it. I'm just an idle wanderer, I have no qualifications on the subject. I should leave before I say something else presumptuous and idiotic..."
Apparently, Edrick could sweat on command and that tremor in your voice that you usually find in only truly ashamed people.
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2007 21:56:28 GMT -5
"I will never reject counsel, Prince Edrick," Horas says. "Though I assure you I am aware of the situation."
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