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Maester Maurin Bannerlord Posts: 1,351	The Hand's Encampment Dec 4, 2007 19:35:25 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Maester Maurin on Dec 4, 2007 19:35:25 GMT -5 Phelan frowns. "So, what the hell was my brother`s betrothed doing with your half-brother there?"
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The Hand's Encampment Dec 4, 2007 19:45:54 GMT -5

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Erik replies to Phelan, "I really couldn't tell you. But if I had to guess, I would have to say she likely forgot her betrothal for a few hours, before passing out next to Sargon in a drunken stupor. Like you said, those Boltons don't have the best reputation."

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Maester Maurin Bannerlord Posts: 1,351	The Hand's Encampment Dec 4, 2007 19:54:16 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Maester Maurin on Dec 4, 2007 19:54:16 GMT -5 "Or rather your brother got her drunk on purpose?"- Phelan gives Erik a stern look, but seems to be affected by his words.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Hand's Encampment Dec 4, 2007 19:56:11 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Dec 4, 2007 19:56:11 GMT -5 Erik shrugs, "It's possible. But her prize from the treasure hunt was a large quantity of alcohol, and I'm sure she wasn't adverse to drinking it."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Maester Maurin Bannerlord Posts: 1,351	The Hand's Encampment Dec 4, 2007 19:59:54 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Maester Maurin on Dec 4, 2007 19:59:54 GMT -5 "So you claim that she is lying, regarding your involvement. You didn`t speak to her that night, neither you touched her?"

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Hand's Encampment Dec 4, 2007 20:11:21 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Dec 4, 2007 20:11:21 GMT -5 "Hadn't seen nor spoken to her since the treasure hunt."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

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The Hand's Encampment Dec 4, 2007 20:15:36 GMT -5

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Post by sethgreyjoy on Dec 4, 2007 20:15:36 GMT -5

"Trial by Seven." Seth had known about this 'variant' since he had first come into Ser Giles' service. It had always fascinated him as a boy, though now he knew that grim nature of it, instead of the indirect heroic stories.

"Are you contemplating asking for it?" Seth paused, as if mulling something over. "Know that were you to choose this course, I would stand next to you in battle."

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The Hand's Encampment Dec 4, 2007 20:25:06 GMT -5

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Post by Erik on Dec 4, 2007 20:25:06 GMT -5

"I was hoping you'd say that," Erik grins, "But it's not necessary just yet. We'll do what we can at the real trial, and see where it goes from there. I like my odds in a regular combat, anyway, against that boy knight the girl's set to marry. You know anything about him?"

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

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The Hand's Encampment Dec 4, 2007 20:53:05 GMT -5

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Post by Maester Maurin on Dec 4, 2007 20:53:05 GMT -5

gnarsh said:

"Hadn't seen nor spoken to her since the treasure hunt."

"And can you prove it? Because if what you say is true....it would make Eleana a liar. It would damage the honour of my brother...but not only his. The honour of House Lannister is at stake here, and nothing is more important." He speaks gravely.

sethgreyjoy Guest	The Hand's Encampment Dec 4, 2007 21:29:54 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by sethgreyjoy on Dec 4, 2007 21:29:54 GMT -5 "He's an honorable man, a bit of a lout though. In anger I believe he would eschew his moral convictions. He is a Lannister. Even if he wouldn't fight dirty, he might unknowingly have help."

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The Hand's Encampment Dec 4, 2007 21:35:45 GMT -5

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Post by Erik on Dec 4, 2007 21:35:45 GMT -5

"No proof except my word. I should think that's worth more than the claim of a drunken, hysterical teenage girl."

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"Well, I suppose I'd be fighting dirty, then. Oh, did Lucas, Drumm, and Hardon speak to you?"

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

sethgreyjoy Guest	The Hand's Encampment Dec 4, 2007 22:11:22 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by sethgreyjoy on Dec 4, 2007 22:11:22 GMT -5 "Lucas did." Seth said simply.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Hand's Encampment Dec 4, 2007 22:18:05 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Dec 4, 2007 22:18:05 GMT -5 "I suppose they're still playing the detectives? Know if they've spoken to Sargon, whether he's decided to tell these idiots the truth yet?"
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

sethgreyjoy Guest	The Hand's Encampment Dec 4, 2007 23:01:27 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by sethgreyjoy on Dec 4, 2007 23:01:27 GMT -5 "I don't know if they have spoken to him, but I plan to."

shacklock Guest	The Hand's Encampment Dec 5, 2007 9:44:27 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by shacklock on Dec 5, 2007 9:44:27 GMT -5 ////////////// A score of men pick their way across the darkness of the tourney-grounds. All clad in darkened mail and leathers. Quietly they proceed towards Erik’s tent. Hands ready on swords to meet any opposition.