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Post by House Dustin on Apr 20, 2008 16:27:24 GMT -5
Roland responded to his cousin. "I find it very warm, indeed... Also exotic, a more strange or interesting place I have not yet seen."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 20, 2008 18:29:20 GMT -5
Lysette's smile had faded. She had known vaguely of the pain Lord Irwyn had felt at his wife's death - which was why she had taunted him with the question - but Lysette had not known how she had died. "That was cruelly done," she said quietly. "What they did to her." "It was and as most things cruelty begets more cruelty and treachery begets more treachery." Alexander says as he swirls his wine, an Arbor vintage, and then takes a swallow. He stands, "Lord Hand, Lords and Ladies please excuse me I must bid you adieu," he walks off slowly towards his solar.
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Post by mark on Apr 20, 2008 20:22:03 GMT -5
Robb rose and bowed out of respect when Lord Irwyn took his leave. Sitting back down, he gave Lysette a reassuring look. "Do not worry, milady, you had no way of knowing." He squeezed her hand gently. "Would you like more wine?" Without waiting for an answer, he called for more wine for the lady.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 21, 2008 2:33:33 GMT -5
Roland responded to his cousin. "I find it very warm, indeed... Also exotic, a more strange or interesting place I have not yet seen." "Dorne is indeed a marvel, but had you travelled to the Far East like Quarth, or god forbid Astapor, you would find it less strange, which is a comfort. A horrible place Astapor is".
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Post by House Dustin on Apr 21, 2008 8:44:14 GMT -5
"I know nothing of Astapor but what I have read. Slavery is an abomination, so a queer people they must be to make it their lives' work."
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Post by barker520 on Apr 21, 2008 8:50:23 GMT -5
Ser Mors Lydden burst into the feast, looking angry. His eyes seemed to shout his hostility, and his thick beard did little to hide his reddening face, hot from wrath. The muscular man stalked to the end of the hall where the great lords were sitting, the Hand, Lord Tarly, Lord Vaith. He took a seat across from Robb. He gave them a mocking smile. "Dorne is just so beautiful and lovely, I just couldn't stay away." He offered no other words or greeting, but instead turned and shouted for some ale.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 21, 2008 8:51:34 GMT -5
Brandon nods. "It is enough to be there once, best of all is to avoid the place entirely. When do you think you'll return to King's Landing?"
Brandon looked questionably at the loud knight. "Who might you be?"
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Post by barker520 on Apr 21, 2008 8:55:58 GMT -5
"I'm Ser bloody Mors Lydden. Who might you be? Obviously you didn't fight in the war or you would have recognized me."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 21, 2008 8:59:14 GMT -5
"Ah, the bloody rodent. I've heard of your actions in the war," Brandon said. "I'm Brandon Stone". With that Brandon looked around to find a more pleasant man or woman to talk to.
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Post by barker520 on Apr 21, 2008 9:03:11 GMT -5
Mors shrugged. I suppose a badger is a rodent. "Mighty cocky for a bastard, aren't ya? You want to test my spear, bastard? I'll gut you and make sure you won't ever have to listen to any awful and terrible stories about the Bloody Badger." Mors smile was one of pure loathing and arrogance.
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Post by House Dustin on Apr 21, 2008 9:03:33 GMT -5
Roland looked at the angry knight. "Ser Mors, if you will sit at this table unbidden, you best correct your tone."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 21, 2008 9:06:23 GMT -5
Brandon rolled his eyes, "I'm sure some Dornishman would want to fight you more than me, I doubt you would be proud of gutting a harp player. Though considering what I've heard you might just be."
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Post by barker520 on Apr 21, 2008 9:06:43 GMT -5
"A bastard and a harp player? Yes, bastard, I think you best watch yourself. You're much too arrogant for your lowly self."
Mors turned and rose. "Thank you all for your most warm greetings and hospitality. I now see why I saw Irwyn leaving the feast." He drained his cup of ale and stalked out of the hall.
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Post by House Dustin on Apr 21, 2008 9:08:49 GMT -5
Roland stared coldly after him as he left.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2008 9:12:43 GMT -5
Robb rose and bowed out of respect when Lord Irwyn took his leave. Sitting back down, he gave Lysette a reassuring look. "Do not worry, milady, you had no way of knowing." He squeezed her hand gently. "Would you like more wine?" Without waiting for an answer, he called for more wine for the lady. "Thanks," Lysette said softly, and she drank it. "You probably know, my lord, that all Dorne hates Lord Irwyn. But it wasn't common knowledge that the Crow and our Princess tortured his lady wife and killed her." Lysette noticed the Hand and Ser Mors, and watched them silently.
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