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Post by mark on Apr 14, 2008 10:13:21 GMT -5
Robb grew enthused at Lord Alexander's answer, it had been so long since he had done anything kind or generous. "Yes, of course, Lord Irwyn. I'm famished myself, I will eat all the bread they want me to eat to prove it's not poisoned. I don't think they will let me eat too much, though," he said, jesting. His mind was already on the task and he had grown very happy. "Thank you, Lord Irwyn. I will take my men from Horn Hill with me to perform this act, it is pleases you."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 14, 2008 10:32:27 GMT -5
"It does, Robb, it does. . . Just don't expect much thanks, the goodness that men do is oft forgotten while the villainy lives on for the ages." Alexander smiled, he knew that the offering would do little to win the hearts and minds of the Dornish small folk, formerly their enemies, but he hoped that it would do well to cleanse the spirit of the men of Far Reach.
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Post by mark on Apr 14, 2008 10:42:09 GMT -5
Robb smiled wide, oblivious to his general's worries. He had became a true man on this campaign, but had still maintained some of his impetuous boyishness to a certain degree.
Suddenly, remembering something, Robb produced a folder piece of parchment and shoved it over to Lord Irwyn. "I know this is not important to the war, Lord Irwyn, but it is good news for my family. I wish to show you first, but I would not tell anyone else."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 14, 2008 11:08:48 GMT -5
"That is excellent news, and about time if you ask me." Alexander says looking at the parchment, "Perhaps time does heal all things Lord Tarly?"
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Post by mark on Apr 14, 2008 11:16:24 GMT -5
Robb thinks for a long while before responding. "Perhaps, Lord Irwyn." He abruptly stands and salutes. "Unless there is some other business, Lord Irwyn, I would like to notify my men of their instructions. The mothers and children are hungry even as we speak."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 14, 2008 11:32:41 GMT -5
"No Robb, nothing further," Alexander says also standing. "Good luck and may the mother lend her compassion to the hearts of the Dornish people." He sits back down in the solar and continues writing his letter.
OOC: 1000th post yay!
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 14, 2008 17:37:38 GMT -5
Lord Ramsey Qorgyle leads a procession of Lords and ladys, with a ragtag group of knights, to Godsgrace to treat with Lord Irwyn.
Leading them is Lord Ramsey Qorgyle followed by: Lord Lyre Toland, Lady Demelza Uller, Lord Linwood Vaith, Lord Garyson Wyl,
They ask to speak with Lord Hand Roland Royce, or Lord Alexander Irwyn, or both.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 14, 2008 19:45:19 GMT -5
The Dornish Lords are brought to the Keep and given a place to stay while they waited for the Lord Hand to arrive. Dornish Lords wanting to meet with Alexander individually were searched and then brought up to his solar.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 14, 2008 19:52:42 GMT -5
Lady Demelza Uller requests permission to see the Butcher of Sunspear.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 14, 2008 20:15:42 GMT -5
The Lady is allowed in, Alexander stands as she enters, "Lady Uller, what can I do for you?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 14, 2008 20:26:39 GMT -5
Lady Demelza Uller is a dornish beauty, just like in the songs, with tanned olive skin, long black hair all the way down to her waist, and a tiny, intriguing smile. Her gown is red Dornish silk with imported Myrrish lace.
"Lord Irwyn, I can't thank you enough for liberating my Lord's keep. He shall be ever so thankful." She says, as she approaches, head bowed, but she peeks up demurely, every so often.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 14, 2008 20:38:20 GMT -5
"I am not sure what you mean Lady Uller," Alex says quizzically. "I apologize but I do not know much of Dornish nobility."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 14, 2008 20:40:57 GMT -5
"My lord, Foren, has been held by the vile Martells for many years, at their despicable prison, Ghaston Grey. Their puppet general, Lord Fowler, occupied our castle for... strategic purposes, and we were cast into the wilderness like so much garbage." She held her forearm to her head dramatically.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 14, 2008 20:44:50 GMT -5
"I see, well you are very welcome then," Alexander says still distracted by the Dornish beauty. "Although, I can't imagine anyone casting you out as garbage, Lady Uller." Although if she was, Alex thought he should take the trash out a little more often.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 14, 2008 20:47:28 GMT -5
"Oh thank you Lord Irwyn, you are too kind. The fortunes of house Uller have been very poor of late, ever since we spoke out against the Lady Martells proposed marriage. And before that, when Emelia arrested my husband, and before that... well." she wipes a nonexistent tear from her cheek, "Things have been very hard."
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