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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2007 22:13:38 GMT -5
Aranya was nearly knocked off by his "playful" slap. She smacked him back, her hand quite steady despite the fact that she'd drained it. "Fuck the giants. Beyond the Wall, I fucked a snake. You ever fucked a snake, or do you just like bulls, my big brother?"
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Oct 12, 2007 22:18:23 GMT -5
"Ho HO! Little sister. Now that sounds like a tale to tell," Gower says, one arm now draped across her shoulder and down around her torso. It practically envelopes Aranya. "Rhod, go fill my fucking horn. You don't pay me shit, so you might as well get me and little sister here a drink."
Rhodri is laughing too hard to say no.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2007 22:23:18 GMT -5
"Yeah, go fill the fucking horn, Rhodri. I'm sick of milk." Aranya was quite comfortable despite Gower's huge, heavy arm draped over her. She continued, "Has my big brother met the Princess of Dorne? She has a snake. And it fucks her."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Oct 12, 2007 22:26:10 GMT -5
"I've met the Princess, yeah, but now I'll dream of her," Felwick says, laughing. "But I thought she only fucked women or Kings. Is the snake a girl snake? Or a King snake?" Gower pretends his hand, draped over Aranya, is the head of a snake, and pretends to bite her in the face.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2007 22:32:13 GMT -5
"It's a male snake. It pleasured me too. It was excellent," Aranya nodded, laughing as his fingers curled in front of her. "But you can only dream of her. I bedded her, and she's better looking than most."
"Where's my fucking horn?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2007 22:35:08 GMT -5
Aranya tugged on Gower's beard. "Now see, brilliant women like the Princess don't like this. They want smart men, not drunk bulls." She began drinking horn after horn of ale.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Oct 12, 2007 23:19:29 GMT -5
Lilith and Petra ride up. Lilith takes out her bow and starts shooting walnuts off a nearby tree and pins the occasional bird. She is too soft hearted however to spend the majority of her time hunting fowl.
Petra heads over to where Yohn is. "Hullo," she says.
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Post by House Dustin on Oct 13, 2007 3:30:00 GMT -5
Ser Roland felt restless. He couldn't say what it was because it was something new to him. Maybe the cider is getting to me...
He stood next to the loyal Robert Pyle while he cooked the two venison steaks he had painstakingly cut from his stag. "What is it I'm missing?" A man who had never wonted for understanding asked himself for the first time.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Oct 13, 2007 5:55:45 GMT -5
A raven arrives at the hunting party from Piers. Lady Becca Arryn has been killed by an assassin. Lilith starts keaning, uttering cries of deep and profound grief.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2007 6:49:56 GMT -5
Aranya's drinking horn crashed to the ground and she sat still as stone on Gower's lap.
"Oh, Rhodri," she went to him and hugged him hard. She felt horrified.
When she read Piers' raven, her eyes narrowed. "I knew he would come back to find me...but I didn't think he'd go after my kin."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Oct 13, 2007 11:11:30 GMT -5
Rhodri sits in mute shock.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Oct 13, 2007 11:32:32 GMT -5
When told the news, perhaps unfortunately by one of his father's knights, and not by his kin, Yohn is sent into a confused panic, and starts punching the unfortunate man-at-arms. He has to be restrained by three others before he simply runs away to the cellar, where he can be heard screaming.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Oct 13, 2007 11:43:41 GMT -5
Most of the men-at-arms and servants keep their distance from Lord Rhodri, but they quietly go about the business of packing up the equipment and saddling the horses. Rhod remains wordless as his squire, Prince Avery, assists him to his horse. Rhodri looks mournfully at his sister Sara and Naunt Lilith as he climbs his mount, but says nothing.
Felwick Gower, so glib moments before word came, is in a righteous drunken fury. He had always considered the safety of his Lord and Lady his own duty. He smashes most of the furnishings in the great hall before finally being restrained, still swearing and cursing about revenge.
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Post by sara on Oct 13, 2007 12:09:45 GMT -5
"Wait." Sara called out to her brother, taking his hand before he could ride off. Her eyes were bright with tears and fury as they locked with his. "I swear we'll find who did this."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Oct 13, 2007 12:16:28 GMT -5
"The message said the killer died in the attempt," Rhodri says bitterly. "And it was another Goldface. These men are shadows -- how will we get our revenge?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.