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Post by wookie on Mar 31, 2008 16:20:26 GMT -5
Danwell smiled, foam from the ale lingering unnoticed on his top lip
"I guess not..." his eyes begin to glaze over somewhat and he begins to hiccup softly
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 31, 2008 16:22:50 GMT -5
"What would your wife say about being drunk?" Patrek chuckled before refilling his own tankard.
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Post by wookie on Mar 31, 2008 16:23:50 GMT -5
"Emma..." Danwell slurred "Sh-she's dead..." he looked on the verge of tears
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 31, 2008 16:31:08 GMT -5
Patrek grimaced and patted Danwell on the back awkwardly. "You still have Eloise at least," he said before chugging down his ale.
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Post by wookie on Mar 31, 2008 16:33:12 GMT -5
Danwell vomited and passed out
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 31, 2008 16:37:21 GMT -5
Patrek looked at the mess his captain had made and sighed. "Come on then Vardis, lets get him to his room". He groaned as he saw Vardis lying passed out in between two serving wenches. He got some servants to clean up the mess and help carry them to the room, where he proceeded to strip them and put them in the same bed. "Serves them right," he muttered as he found another room to sleep in, preferably with a serving maid.
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Post by wookie on Apr 1, 2008 8:16:59 GMT -5
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Danwell wakes up the next morning with a thumping head, dry throat and sweat-stained stinking jerkin. He groans and levers himself out of bed.
He heads for a water barrel and dunks himself up to the shoulders - exiting with a great spray and exhulation of air. That cured the smell and the sore throat but the headache remained.
He stumbled back to his bunk and changed into some fresh clothing before heading down to the practice yard to clear some of the cobwebs
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 1, 2008 21:26:38 GMT -5
A raven arrives at the Gates of the Moon informing the highest commanders of the garrison that King's Landing has fallen and is now being held in the name of Lord Regent Benfry and King Rickon.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 2, 2008 7:16:45 GMT -5
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Brandon sits in the courtyard playing his harp and singing tales of the King's Men. Soon enough a few young men spending their winter at the castle pay attention and wonder where they can sign on. Brandon directs them to Ser Farring in the training yard.
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Post by knightofwickenden on Apr 4, 2008 21:02:49 GMT -5
Robert Pryor always hated climbing up these blasted keeps... No, the Eyrie could've been built on a smaller mountain at least, he thought bitterly as his horse continued up past Stone and onwards to the castle proper. In the saddlebags at his side he carried a note about the new Lord of Coldwater Burn, as well as a pledge of allegience and fealty to the Warden of the East. I can't wait until I get to a fire... Damned bloody fires., as he kicked the horse abit, willing it to go just abit faster up the steep trail. As long as that stupid raven reached the castle by now... Bloody stupid birds; Word of his arrival had been sent much earlier (Orin knowing how well Robert took his time...), and Robert was ready for a rest. At that, thoughts of warm fire flooded into his mind, and with a sigh, he arrived towards the gates of The Eyrie itself...
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Post by House Dustin on Apr 6, 2008 16:41:35 GMT -5
OOC -- Hey, Orin, Eyrie is closed by snow right now. Send me a PM, what you looking to do in game?
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Hope you all are well and happy.