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Post by mel on Jan 2, 2008 11:51:01 GMT -5
"It was very strange, but when I came home it was Lady Doria who picked me up in Gulltown. And she is, well.., it's hard to figure out what she really has in mind, I think, but perhaps that's because she is Dornish or something..
See, there are two riders coming through the gates."
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Post by mockingbird on Jan 6, 2008 17:39:35 GMT -5
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The ride to Runestone had been uneventful except for Owen falling of his horse a couple of times. Andrew's father had teached Andrew some riding, but Owen had not been on a horse more than two, three times in his life. Thankfully nothing had happened to him, more than a few cuts and bruises.
They arrived at the gates early in the morning.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 6, 2008 17:48:00 GMT -5
The guards yells "HALT!"
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Post by mockingbird on Jan 6, 2008 18:01:28 GMT -5
Andrew drew the reins so the horse stopped in front of the guard. Owen on the other hand had no such luck, when he drew his rains, the horse reared and Owen fell off the horse.
Owen brushed of dust from his clothes and rose, looking a bit embarrassed, and walked up the guard.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 6, 2008 18:09:01 GMT -5
"Slowly now... slowly. Who goes there?" The guard pointed the angry tip of his spear at the mounted men.
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Post by mockingbird on Jan 6, 2008 18:23:32 GMT -5
Andrew stepped down from his horse, slowly.
"My name's Andrew Royce and the boy's name is Owen Baelish. We come here to meet with Lord Jon Royce."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 6, 2008 18:28:46 GMT -5
The guard looks at both of them, "I ain't never heard of no Andrew Royce. Whats you playin at?"
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Post by mockingbird on Jan 6, 2008 18:39:07 GMT -5
Andrew took out the signia ring that he had shown the castellan of Gulltown earlier. The ring had been given to his father, by his father, that in return had been given it by Edric Royce.
"I am the child of Castor Royce, son of Petyr Royce, a cousin of Edric Royce. And this here is the son of Gerrard Royce."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 6, 2008 18:42:21 GMT -5
The guard seemed to be doing some incredble complex math in his head and then nods, "Alright yous can go in but no hinky stuff. Harry will be watching you." Harry taps himself on the chest and then points at his right eye.
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Post by mockingbird on Jan 6, 2008 18:49:35 GMT -5
Andrew bowed, but Owen gave them a look before leading the horses and following the guard into the castle.
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Post by House Dustin on Jan 7, 2008 15:23:37 GMT -5
Lord Jon Royce was in his solar drinking some wine. He wore a loose robe when the guards showed Andrew Royce in. He looked up, a puzzled expression on his face. "Who the fuck is this?"
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Post by mockingbird on Jan 7, 2008 15:28:25 GMT -5
Andrew bowed deeply.
"Lord Royce, My name is Andrew Royce, a distans relative of yours and this is my squire Owen"
Owen wasn't exactly his squire, but it was easier to explain it that way. Owen bowed the way that Andrew had done.
"I came here to be reunited with the family I've been away from so long"
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Post by House Dustin on Jan 7, 2008 15:29:39 GMT -5
Jon squinted, a hint of tightness about his face. "Andrew...? Never heard of any Andrew Royce."
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Post by mockingbird on Jan 7, 2008 15:36:29 GMT -5
"I've gathered as much, I think my reputation lies more around the Free cities. Like I explained to your guards, I am the son of Castor Royce, son of Petyr Royce who was a cousin of Edric Royce. And my squire is the only child of Gerrard Baelish, nephew of the Lord Baelish at that time. My father left on a journey to see the world, so I grew up in Braavos, but I've always longed to see my father's home, called Runestone."
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Post by House Dustin on Jan 7, 2008 15:39:00 GMT -5
A thin smile (or was it a scowl) passed across Jon's face. "Well, here you are. How does it look?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.