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Post by loremaster on Dec 30, 2007 15:53:27 GMT -5
Edrick stepped out his room. "If any of my hosts inquire, I am at the Citadel..."
He had burned ships, drown children, murdered heirs, and wrestled mages... yet he was positively terrified of his wife. He had decided maybe he would tempt the lion another time.
Typical male.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 30, 2007 20:12:35 GMT -5
Giving the Lord of Uplands a polite kiss on the cheek, Lady Anne disengaged, and gestured for the Lords to retake their seats. In the mean time, Lord Trevor Tarly, Ser Foster Redwyne, Lord Robert Beesbury, Lord Quentin Cuy, and Lord Jon Costayne arrive, all attended by their aides. Lady Anne gestures for all to take their seats. So that they may begin.
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Post by Ellinda on Dec 30, 2007 23:02:15 GMT -5
Maester Alesander Hightower sat down at one of the chairs.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 31, 2007 1:23:50 GMT -5
Lady Anne approaches Maester Alesander and gives him a warm greeting. "Good Maester, please have a seat and make yourself comfortable. My husband told me of your service, and your opinion in this matter to come will be much respected."
Sitting, the Lady of Stoatheart began: "As my good lords are aware, my husband was murdered by the most heinous of plots. I grieve mightily, but in my grief, my husband's spectre urges me to insure the safety of the dream he loved, that of a strong and safe Far Reach. I've asked everyone to come, so that we may settle peacefully upon a Lord Regent until Lord Justin comes of age, without strife or disorder. Let us prove ourselves better than the disorderly Westermen who slay each other over a temporary honor. I know that I am just a woman, and I will respect your learned opinions as long as it seems in the spirit of the Far Reach my husband dreamed of. Let us hear nominations for the position."
ooc: edited for incorrect wording.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 31, 2007 13:46:27 GMT -5
After a brief silence, Lord Alexander speaks, "Well first perhaps we should ask if any man would want the job. It is certain to be an arduous task that will be full of danger, require many hours from home and personal risk. Who among you are willing to sacrifice for your friends and family?"
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Post by Ellinda on Dec 31, 2007 20:58:07 GMT -5
Maester Alesander greets Lady Anne warmly and then sits back to watch the proceedings. When a silence settles in room, Maester Alesander, puts forward a few gruff words.
"The person who is nominated as Regent must be of the world and also devoted to Lord Justin. It takes an unusual person to groom another for leadership."
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Post by The Flint on Dec 31, 2007 21:48:42 GMT -5
Lady Anne smile at the Maester for his words. "We all have heard of the depths of your affection for our Lord Maester Alesander. I'm sure that whom ever is elected will continue to seek your council in matters of educating the young boy." Anne spilled some from her glass of wine. Her hand was shaking a little bit, since this was a great deal more public speaking than she preferred.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 1, 2008 16:12:00 GMT -5
After a long moment of silence Lord Tarly stands, "I will do this for our Land."
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Post by The Flint on Jan 1, 2008 18:03:48 GMT -5
Lady Anne offered Lord Trevor a smile. "I thank the good lord of Horn Hill for undertaking this duty. If there are no further recommendations, we can close nominations, and vote."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jan 1, 2008 19:00:50 GMT -5
Ser Oliver bows his head, clearly he is not intent on making a nomination on behalf of the Bulwer family.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 1, 2008 19:08:34 GMT -5
Most of the Lords remain seated, none have a bad thing to say about Lord Trevor.
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Post by The Flint on Jan 1, 2008 19:37:12 GMT -5
"Very well then Lord Regent, congratulations, I'm sure you'll help to continue what my husband began." Lady Anne leads the other lords in applauding the new regent.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jan 1, 2008 19:48:02 GMT -5
Oliver applauded with the rest, surprised at how quickly the decision was made. 'Perhaps my father knew there wouldn't be much 'deciding' to be done, and that's why he sent me...' he thought gloomily to himself. Still, it was good to be back in Oldtown, where he had spent so much of his youth.
Lord Tarly had truly been the standout candidate for the job, Oliver was happy to see him instated, and he was sure his father would too. Whether he would do as good a job as Lord Francis had done... well, that remained to be seen.
A cry began to go up from the Lords present - Lord Tarly! Lord Regent in the Far Reach!.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 1, 2008 20:16:31 GMT -5
Lord Tarly nods looking around the room he says, "I have grown worried about the build up forces in the Stormlands. And Dorne has been far too quiet, I wish to send men to speak with both Andry and Emelia. Are there any who wish either of these tasks?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jan 1, 2008 21:14:50 GMT -5
At first, nobody answers. The assembled delegates look around the room at each other, looking to see who will put themselves or some of their family forward.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, Ser Oliver Bulwer, the heir to Blackcrown, stands up from his seat.
"I will lead one of these parties. To Dorne or Storm's End - I do not care which." His voice is confident as he speaks and his eyes meet those of Lord Irwyn, whom he currently serves as adjutant.
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Hope you all are well and happy.