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Post by Percy Rivers on May 13, 2008 19:05:49 GMT -5
OOC: We haven't even had the wedding yet!!!
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Post by Ollie on May 13, 2008 19:21:57 GMT -5
OOC: I'm sure most of us assumed the feast was after the wedding.
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Post by Percy Rivers on May 13, 2008 20:33:06 GMT -5
OOC: I'll post another separate wedding thread. This feast was actually just the welcome feast, but we can pretend this is after the wedding.
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Post by Percy Rivers on May 18, 2008 18:29:14 GMT -5
OOC: Just realized that I posted on my brother's account, he was on before me.
IC: Roose felt himself blush at the mention of the bedding, and threw a sidelong glance at Tyla.
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Post by Percy Rivers on May 19, 2008 22:52:59 GMT -5
"M'lady, are you familiar with the wedding ceremonies? Do you have beddings on Skagos?" Roose asks, slightly unmanned.
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Post by Percy Rivers on May 19, 2008 23:34:53 GMT -5
Roose felt himself go red, as he lay there in the bed. He looked away from Tyla, unsure of how to start. Though he was a man grown of seventeen he had never been with a woman. Standing up he went to the window, and threw it open, letting in the cool night air. He stood there, listening to Tyla's breathing behind him.
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Post by Percy Rivers on May 20, 2008 19:07:35 GMT -5
Finally he turned around, with Tyla standing right there. He reached a tentative hand out, brushing some dark hair out of her face. Leaning forward he placed a light kiss on her lips.
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Post by dhollanar on Jun 23, 2008 10:01:22 GMT -5
A letter arrives to Winterfell calling all the brave knights of the North that want to prove their worth to the tourney in Oldtown.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jun 23, 2008 15:41:13 GMT -5
Roose Stark and Tyla finally arrive home, just in time for the maester to hand them the letter. "We just got back from the south, we're not heading back any time soon I'm afraid..." The Lord of Winterfell answered.
All around the area snow still collected in the soldier pines. Though the snows of winter might be abetting in the south, the cold still clung to the realm of the First Men. Roose looked up, and was glad the his hair had grown out again. Taking Tyla by the arm he led her into the great hall. He looked around at the soft grey stone, and then up at the high seat, carved into the likeness of House Stark's emblem. Taking his seat there he had Maester Tom brought to him. "Send out a letter requesting Olander Reed's and Lord Bolton's presence."
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Post by Ollie on Jul 10, 2008 13:51:46 GMT -5
Olander Reed arrives at Winterfell, and makes his presence known to Roose Stark, presenting the letter of his summons.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 10, 2008 22:19:48 GMT -5
Roose Stark came down to meet him, "Olander Reed, you have heard of the tidings of a new invader in the south?", said the Stark lord, skipping over any formalities of welcoming. Formalities were pointless to a northern house, especially in these circumstances.
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Post by Ollie on Jul 10, 2008 22:52:46 GMT -5
Olander nodded curtly. With such urgent tidings from the southron kingdoms, other trifling matters could lay resting for the time being. "I have, milord," he avowed. "Dire news. I have already raised two thousand and five hundred men at Moat Cailin, and another five hundred gathering at Greywater to make any march up the causeway a difficult one."
"Might we continue over wine and bread?" he requested quietly. "I find I have a hunger."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 10, 2008 23:00:56 GMT -5
Roose nodded as a light snow fell, and gestured towards the Great Hall. As they walked Blizzard bounded towards them, falling in line as well. The direwolf was now bigger than a deer, and far more dangerous. "I have a number of thoughts on the matter. But I would like to hear yours first...is there any word on who these invaders are? Who or what they follow? Where they come from?" He didn't bother asking what they wanted....what they wanted was clear enough.
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Post by Ollie on Jul 10, 2008 23:20:56 GMT -5
Olander was quiet with inner contemplation as they walked, until the had entered the Great Hall. "As to who they are, I cannot say," he said in his soft, even voice. "Though..." he struggled, "I have dreamed of them, though I only realized what it was I saw after I knew of the attack."
"In the dream, I saw a fierce basilisk rising from the East. Men who bickered and quarreled amongst themselves were turned to stone as the creature razed the country side, destroying them in its path," he said ruefully, mossy green eyes unflickering.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 11, 2008 0:19:58 GMT -5
Roose stopped in the snow and stared at him, searching him with his eyes. Blizzard watched the short crannogman, his amber eyes regarding him steadily. The direwolf and the crannogman stood at the same height, and suddenly a cold, yet strangely comforting wind blew through the courtyard. A smell of soldier pine and forest moss blew from the godswood.
Finally, after a moment Roose spoke. "Winter is coming, though the snows may ebb, a new blizzard is coming, a storm of swords and spears, carried by men as numerous as the snow that covers the Wolfswood."
He put his hands behind his back, and continued walking to the Great Hall. "But the Starks shall endure, as shall the north. We've never been afraid of cold, be it a cold wind, or cold steel."
"I've been thinking of giving you a force, a small force....to lead south far beyond any northern force, to lay ambushes for this enemy, to assassinate their commanders, burn their supply trains, raid their camps. Would you be willing to do this?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5