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Post by Imry Willfyre on Jan 5, 2008 12:58:39 GMT -5
The seat of House Barclay lies at the very end of Massey’s Hook, and the watchtower there burns a great fire at its top. Lord Emmon Barclay, formerly Lord Lyndsey Bar Emmon, sits in judgment as Shield of the Eastern Isles in its greathall.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Jan 5, 2008 13:01:13 GMT -5
Two great seats on a raised dias at the back of the hall allow the Lord and Lady Barclay a small amount of comfort while they pass judgment over the happenings in the territorial holdings of their House.
The rafters of the hall's tall ceilings hang chandeliers holding candles and everywhere are the colors of House Barclay: dark and light blue, and white. Lord Barclay keeps a stern face as he speaks honestly to his courtiers on the subject of the House treasury and House fleet.
Barclay wears a circlet forged from silver and decorated with sapphires of a multitude of colors.
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Post by Ellinda on Jan 5, 2008 17:57:37 GMT -5
A crowd, or perhaps even a rabble gathered to get relief from their lord. The first in line was a plain, sturdy woman with a large wart on her chin, she was dragging a thin teenager. "He stole three of my chickens, he did," she announced to the bailiff overseeing access to the king.
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Post by edricdayne on Jan 5, 2008 19:31:52 GMT -5
A group of a dozen ragged men-at-arms enter the hall, with mismatched boiled leather and half-rusted swords at their sides. The occasional man has a partly-rusted med helm, and one in every four have some rusted chainmail. Their leader, a man with both chainmail and a helm, led the group.
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Post by dienekes on Jan 5, 2008 19:41:59 GMT -5
The boy being dragged by the old woman did not really enjoy being in front of his lord...especially when he was being dragged by the ear by an old crazy lady. "I didn't steal no chickens! You crazy, they weren't no chickens!"
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Post by Ellinda on Jan 5, 2008 19:53:32 GMT -5
"You were thinking they were your girlfriends, maybe?" said the old woman. "Young boy like you shouldn't be molesting chickens."
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Post by edricdayne on Jan 5, 2008 19:55:46 GMT -5
The dozen men-at-arms stood around at the back of the line, irritated about these petty squables being brought before the lord when they had more important things to bring before him.
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Post by dienekes on Jan 5, 2008 19:56:21 GMT -5
"I didn't steal them! I swears to the Seven." The boys ear felt very much in pain. "Crazy old man sells them. I swears! Let go of me."
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Post by melon on Jan 5, 2008 20:19:59 GMT -5
A motley dressed man stands behind the woman and boy waiting. He is dressed in a green tunic a red cap and bright blue pants. At his side is a saber from the Free Cities in black and silver sheath.
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Post by dienekes on Jan 5, 2008 20:22:39 GMT -5
"Let me go..." the boy was sobbing now. "I do nothing wrong."
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Post by Ellinda on Jan 5, 2008 20:36:16 GMT -5
"Oh, yeah, so what does this crazy old man look like, oh chicken fucker," said the old woman.
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Post by dienekes on Jan 5, 2008 20:37:57 GMT -5
"He bald and ugly. And I ain't fuck no chickens. I ain't fuck no chickens!"
OOC: There is something I never thought I'd write.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Jan 5, 2008 20:43:02 GMT -5
The Lord Barclay beckons the boy forward with a quick motion.
Elsewhere a tall man is dressed in white clothes lined in blues. He wears seven, seven pointed silver stars with sapphires at their centers. His smooth pale hair is long and well combed.
"Sers", the man says to the men-at-arms, "While you wait for the ear of the Shield, would you tell me your names so that I may introduce you?"
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Post by dienekes on Jan 5, 2008 20:44:22 GMT -5
The boy swats away the old crones hand from his now bleeding ear. "I don't do as she says me lord. I ain't fuck no chickens I swears."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Jan 5, 2008 20:45:52 GMT -5
Barclay speaks loudly as he addresses the boy before him, "What is your name, boy?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.