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Post by mark on Mar 31, 2008 10:24:04 GMT -5
Robb, eager for conversation, greeted the newcomer. "Ser, I am Lord Robert Tarly of Horn Hill, it is a pleasure to meet you," he said warmly with a quick bow and a smile.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Mar 31, 2008 10:41:18 GMT -5
"Ser Cedrik Lonmouth", the man said without smiling, "Call me Cedrik or call me Ser, the choice is yours."
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Post by mark on Mar 31, 2008 10:44:25 GMT -5
Robb nodded and a large smile spread across his face. "Say, Cedrik, does Blackhaven have many pretty women? I just came from Nightsong, and the maids there were most... comforting, if you get by meaning," he said, with a nudge to Lonmouth.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Mar 31, 2008 10:46:28 GMT -5
Lonmouth thought for a moment and then spoke, "We've lost most of our highborn women to time. The Princess still maintains some of her cold beauty but I hear she is unwilling to wed again."
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Post by mark on Mar 31, 2008 10:50:33 GMT -5
Robb looked dismayed at the news but decided not to pursue the subject further. As he continued to look south to where the Dornish host was sitting somewhere out there, Robb spoke again. "It seems a battle with the Dornish may be inevitable. Tell me, Ser, are the Dornish a difficult lot to fight as they would like others to think? Surely you would know, living at Blackhaven as you do, with the serpents just leagues away to the south."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Mar 31, 2008 12:10:45 GMT -5
"They're snakes to be sure, but even the most wily snake can be caught and killed. Every man and every snake bleed under the pressure of sharpened steel, just keep your mind in the right place."
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Post by wookie on Mar 31, 2008 15:10:33 GMT -5
Benfry nods at Cedrik
"Ser Lonmouth, I thank you for your loyal support to our cause and for making your keep our refuge during these difficult days" he paused slightly before continuing.
"I am afraid I never had the opportunity to meet your brother, but all accounts in the White Book agree that he was a man of courage and principle. It is a pleasure to meet his kin" he extended his hand
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Post by The Flint on Mar 31, 2008 15:58:54 GMT -5
Lord Aemon Webber, cloaked in a dark purple robe that is almost black, stroked his white beard thoughtfully.
"Milord regent, you have heard the declaration of independence from the Dornish? Do you intend to see her lands restored to the Kingdom?"
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Post by wookie on Mar 31, 2008 16:32:34 GMT -5
Benfry looked surprised "No, milord Webber. This is the first I have heard of it. The cheek! What 'conditions' does she propose. Ultimately it is the King's decision but it galls me to allow the Princess of Dorne to commit murder in the Red Keep and then wash her bloody hands clean without so much as a by-your-leave"
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Post by The Flint on Mar 31, 2008 17:10:13 GMT -5
"The announcement was simply made to the Dornish people quite plainly. I take it they are looking to restore Dorne to independent rule as it was under Princess Emelia. But at least there there was the promised Betrothal of Nymeria and King Rickon to reunite the Kingdom. Now there is no such easy way out."
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Post by mark on Mar 31, 2008 18:32:44 GMT -5
Robb dismissed himself from the group on the parapets and went to search the castle for some of what he considered real fun, which mainly consisted of two things-- the training yard and women.
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Post by Horas on Mar 31, 2008 22:32:32 GMT -5
Half a dozen knights ride towards Blackhaven and are intercepted by the army's outriders. The knights fly a seven colored banner of truce, and below that the weirwood and ravens of House Blackwood. Their leader introduces himself as Graham Blackwood and asks to meet with Lord Regent Benfry Smith. As well as a stiff drink.
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Post by The Flint on Mar 31, 2008 22:36:14 GMT -5
Blackwood is flanked by men of House Irwyn and House Hightower, and escorted into a command tent. Present are Lord Aemon Webber, Lord Alexander Irwyn, and Lord Regent Benfry Smith.
"We'll ask that you disarm, if that's alright." Says Webber, very calmly. Guards approach, anxious to carry out the orders.
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Post by Horas on Mar 31, 2008 22:43:26 GMT -5
"Right, right," Graham agrees. His right arm is cradled in a sling, but he awkwardly unsheathes his sword with his left and hands it to a guard. His men do likewise.
"So," Graham says after a moment. "Uh, hullo. I'm Graham."
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Post by wookie on Apr 1, 2008 2:12:36 GMT -5
Benfry looks at Graham Blackwood "That drinking contest seems a long time ago now, milord Blackwood. What is it you want?"
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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