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Post by The Flint on Nov 18, 2007 22:41:01 GMT -5
"Wouldn't we all," Said Ser Torn with a guffaw, before cutting off a piece of bird with his dagger and passing it along to Gilbert. He tore into his own piece with gusto, juices dripping.
"Mmm, A hard day's training, some well cooked meat and ale. This is how it's supposed to be."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 18, 2007 22:53:04 GMT -5
"I wouldn't know" Ser Gilbert said, "all my day's seem to focus on the ale, but it is nice to have some good company."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 18, 2007 22:55:29 GMT -5
"You just like to talk tough. Truth is your a dedicated man Gilbert. They say the Holdfast at Irwyn is a beauty. You know, for a motte and bailey."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 18, 2007 22:57:55 GMT -5
"Its all the men's work, they may be just small folks but they love their homes and would do anything to protect it. Mighty fine carpenters too, you could of sent an ox to do the work and the men would of made her just as grand."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 18, 2007 23:00:00 GMT -5
Ser Gilbert was so in his cups, Torn wasn't even sure what he'd said. "Uhmm. Yes I suppose that's true." He said, shaking his head with a smile.
"Don't drink to much, we've a long ride tomorrow if we are to make it to the Westerlands before his whole tourney starts."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 18, 2007 23:25:42 GMT -5
"I am not as thrunk as your drink I am, Ser Torn. . . you'll see. . . you know well I can hole my ale." Ser Gilbert rambles on about bedding a goat once and then passes out at the table.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 18, 2007 23:28:57 GMT -5
Ser Torn just laughed, and pried the jug out of Gilbert's hands. Let him sleep it off on a bench. It wouldn't be the first time.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 19, 2007 0:37:25 GMT -5
The next day Ser Torn and Ser Gilbert (with a splitting hangover) leave Stoatheart to participate in the Tournament hosted in the Westerlands.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 30, 2007 4:19:00 GMT -5
The body of Francis Varner arrives at Stoatheart.
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Post by The Flint on Jan 2, 2008 21:52:44 GMT -5
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Lady Anne Varner and her escort arrives at Stoatheart.
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Post by The Flint on Jan 3, 2008 16:27:15 GMT -5
Lady Anne Varner and an entourage of 50 men-at-arms led by Ser Torn, head north.
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Post by The Flint on Jan 11, 2008 2:29:32 GMT -5
Francis Varner, his lady wife, and entourage arrive at Stoatheart, accompanied by the ever present Ser Torn and guards.
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Post by The Flint on Jan 11, 2008 23:03:30 GMT -5
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Lady Anne is with Dacey Irwyn in the Lady's Embroidery.
"I am sorry that you were not able to deliver your message from Lord Alexander Dacey. Given the way things are going, I'm not certain if that wasn't a blessing."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jan 12, 2008 18:38:39 GMT -5
"It was not of much importance, just something Alexander promised when his mare became pregnant." Dacey chuckled, "I think he spends more time with that horse then does me."
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Post by The Flint on Jan 12, 2008 20:25:01 GMT -5
"You can't start down that road dear," said Anne thoughtfully, "or you shall certainly lose your mind."
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