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Post by Imry Willfyre on Jul 5, 2007 16:58:01 GMT -5
"I'm not surprised you're so ignorant, being a Worm you must keep your head in the dirt. The plague passed many months ago. Now is the time for sex, drunken brawls, sex," and looking over at the rest of his northern companions,"and honorable activities...Those are generally committed by the wolves."
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Post by Axell Lannister on Jul 5, 2007 17:04:40 GMT -5
Steffen chuckled. He liked this strange little man.
"I assume the sex and drunken brawls are one and the same. If wolves interests are so narrow, why did you come to a tourney?" Steffen raised his hand. "I jest friend. Tell me more of these beautiful northwomen."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 5, 2007 18:05:51 GMT -5
Lord Valwert Grandison, eminently pleased by his son's performance in the lists, announces he is having Waymar the Smith craft a great suit of plate mail, in their house's black and gold, for Ser Giles to wear into battle. It will have a raised black lion on the breastplate, in Grandison's familiar sleeping pose, but with open ruby eyes. The Waking Lion.
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Post by House Lefford on Jul 5, 2007 18:15:59 GMT -5
Lord Rindwynd slow walks in to feast hall and takes a seat on one of the tables and calls for a goblet of wine and trencher of thick stew.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 5, 2007 18:20:31 GMT -5
"Thank you for joining us, Lord Rindwynd. When last we jousted, you and I were both humble knights of little name. Now we are both lords, and seat feasting as younger men claim prizes," Lord Rhodri acknowledges his final foe in the King's Landing Tourney four years ago.
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Post by House Lefford on Jul 5, 2007 18:25:38 GMT -5
"Quite M'lord Royce those where different days then much has changed. That was a mighty joust that day, but the better Knight won the day." Bowing low to lord Rhodri. "By the way how are the Stormland's fairing these days."
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Post by House Lefford on Jul 5, 2007 18:31:34 GMT -5
"My own Oakshield has taken quite a hit from constant ironborn attack perhaps you could talk to the king about it."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 5, 2007 18:38:56 GMT -5
"We do well enough. Our lands are not as fertile as yours, but we till well enough near the Kingswood and have plenty of timber for our halls. And we grow the finest hops and barley in all the Six Kingdoms for our alehorns."
"I don't even mind the rain. I enjoy life here, enough really to make me forget the Vale." Rhodri tells Ser Rindwynd.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 5, 2007 18:40:07 GMT -5
"The Ironborn, eh? And we now hear word of some Free City pirates harassing the Dornish coast and perhaps sailing our way. The Crown must strengthen the navy and protect our shores from threats both East and West. I'll send word to the King."
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Post by House Lefford on Jul 5, 2007 20:54:09 GMT -5
"Pirates you say perhaps it is time for the Free cities to learn to respect the Seven kingdoms to long have they looked down at us, the whole time I was in Tyrosh there was an air of disrespect because I Westerosi."
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Post by Horas on Jul 5, 2007 22:35:28 GMT -5
"Honored as we would be to raise a daughter of the lion at Raventree Hall, three years of age is terribly young to separate a child from her mother," Horas replies to Steffen. "And nothing is fiercer than a mother's anger. Has your lady wife agreed to this?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Jul 5, 2007 22:45:26 GMT -5
Clearly drawing Steffen away from his wife, Isaac whispered in the worm's ear, "They are beautiful like winter roses, snowflakes and fresh forged steel."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Jul 5, 2007 22:50:03 GMT -5
Lord Jonas Mormont, in his first visit to the southron kingdoms was clearly unaccustomed to these sly warm blooded gentle-fucks. He was well in his cups and presently frustrated with finding out who the Redroyce was, and why he deserved his own branch of family.
Finding himself in the middle of the hall, he lifted himself onto a table (which he nearly cracked) and bellowed, "Which one of you is Redroyce!" Someone tried to shove the Greatbear off his table but a leather boot to the face made him reconsider, or would reconsider when the man regained consciousness.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 5, 2007 23:13:54 GMT -5
Lord Piers Bettley looked around at the people crowding the room, and the sudden chaos that the Dornish had created; he smiled Waking from the room he gave the order and that night all of the Lannister men left along the North road.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 5, 2007 23:25:38 GMT -5
"I hope there hasn't been cause for offense, Lord Bettley. Won't your men remain to participate in the mel--", Rhodri is cut off by the nearly incoherent shouting of a Northman, and turns to react.
"I am the REDSPEAR, though men of the Stormlands call me the 'Redroyce'!"
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Hope you all are well and happy.