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Post by loremaster on Dec 10, 2007 22:03:50 GMT -5
"Of course, my lord. I'd assume you were selected for this position with the highest qualifications in mind." To avoid any suspicion of asskissing, he added. "Otherwise, I'm sure we'd already be at war." He gave a friendly laugh.
"I'm sure you're busy with the trial and so on, so I'll leave you. I simply thought it was important we meet. I didn't want you wondering why there was suddenly a prince popping out of thin air!"
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Post by swammeyjoe on Dec 10, 2007 22:22:34 GMT -5
Randal returns to Horas' tent, wearing a red and gold doublet over chain mail and a flowing cape. He gives Horas a nod as he sees him, "Has Lyas arrived?"
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Post by Maester Maurin on Dec 10, 2007 22:25:30 GMT -5
OOC: Can I be with Randall?
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Post by loremaster on Dec 10, 2007 22:31:21 GMT -5
Edrick greeted the Lannister with familar enthusiasm. "Randal!! Haven't seen you since we ran into eachother at that gathering in Pentos years ago. How are you?!"
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Post by swammeyjoe on Dec 10, 2007 22:41:22 GMT -5
"Ah, Prince, I am well. As you can tell, I have risen some in stature since then." He smiles at Edrick.
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Post by Maester Maurin on Dec 10, 2007 22:45:38 GMT -5
"Prince?" Asks Marten half-absently, since he hasn`t been introduced to the stranger.
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Post by loremaster on Dec 10, 2007 22:46:52 GMT -5
"And all the troubles that come with it, too, I see." He leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Moira misses her Giant of Lannister." He laughed, the jovial beast shining through.
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Post by Maester Maurin on Dec 10, 2007 22:53:09 GMT -5
"Greetings my Prince, and you my Lord." -Marten nods to Erik and Horas, withdrawing from his troubled thoughts.
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Post by loremaster on Dec 10, 2007 22:55:59 GMT -5
Edrick turned his attention to Marten, a welcoming grin on his face. "Greetings, young lord. You must be one of Randal's brood."
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Post by Maester Maurin on Dec 10, 2007 22:58:46 GMT -5
"Marten Lannister, son of Maurin Lannister and Yvonne Stark." -Marten nods blankly. He is surprised that this Baratheon didn`t recognize him, since he was attending the trial. Well, at least he wasn`t the subject of public mockery yet.
"And I have pleasure to meet a member of Royal Family?" -He smiles, his usual attitude returning.
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Post by loremaster on Dec 10, 2007 23:02:24 GMT -5
"Well, Smith's balls... a Lannister and a Stark..." He gave an amazed whistle, "Do you comphrehend what a wonder of breeding and fate you are, son? You must have a prophecy concerning your birth somewhere..."
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Post by Maester Maurin on Dec 10, 2007 23:09:17 GMT -5
Marten laughs. "Oh, certainly, I like to think I am a bit special...." He suddenly returns to his previous, scowling expression. -"Yet it seems that now fate isn`t on my site. My betrothed was raped, and justice seems uncertain." -He clenches his fists.
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Post by loremaster on Dec 10, 2007 23:18:44 GMT -5
His face quickly turned to seriousness, as he lead Marten aside. "Listen, son. At the end of the day, we're just humans the Gods cursed with nobility and all the trappings that surround it. That's all this trial is, just a curse that can only be broken by patience and understanding. If you two can make it through the greed and pettyness of other people, you'll learn you can make it through anything. If you can sail through this with your honor intact and your trust whole, I guarantee you'll be less concerned with Justice and more concerned with what you're going to name your firstborn."
Surprisingly good advice from the guy who abandoned the kingdom... twice.
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Post by Maester Maurin on Dec 10, 2007 23:27:48 GMT -5
Marten sighs. "Maybe it is as simple as you say...I need to have faith. Thank you for your kind words, I will remember this."
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Post by loremaster on Dec 10, 2007 23:30:49 GMT -5
Edrick nodded. "Royal beggars must be good for something, I suppose."
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Hope you all are well and happy.