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Post by The Smith on Apr 25, 2008 15:21:13 GMT -5
Captain Oleyn Onyxskull strides into the room, followed closely by his cohorts; Hagar Horsespear, Gorek Redteeth, Dangar Ratface, Edger Oakarm, and Theobold the Limp. He casts on dark look at Lord Harlaw and then takes an empty seat, his men clear out the rest of his table.
Moments later Falatir Razoon enters and takes a seat next to Captain Onyxskull. The two men begin speaking quickly in the bastard Valryian of the Free Cities.
Ser Jonjen Hill sits next to the Lady Royce casting dark looks at several men in the hall.
King Rickon and Prince Rodrick sit at the Head table and talk back and forth. Having a pleasant evening.
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Post by House Lefford on Apr 25, 2008 15:29:03 GMT -5
The Shield men just give the Ironborn a dirty look and continue there conversation.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 25, 2008 15:53:37 GMT -5
The Stormlords drink cheerfully amongst themselves. Breck is very cautious about what he drinks and only takes sips from his wine after he sees others drinking.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2008 16:42:52 GMT -5
Gysella Harlaw sat beside Erik, jesting with the other ironborn, and looked very regal and strong. She had come down to be with her husband, braving the rough seas out of suspicion and jealousy more than love. Gysella had no illusions about Erik Coldiron - he was good to her, but he had a wandering eye.
Rhae sat at the table beside Marq Tyrell, teasing and flirting with him openly. Aranya did not seem to notice, or if she did, she didn't care. She cast cold looks at Ser Jonjen Hill and Falatir Razoon, but otherwise was quite merry.
"Lord Harlaw!" she called across. "Don't drink too much of that wine. I don't want it to be too easy to gut you in the melee tomorrow."
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Post by Tallahar on Apr 25, 2008 17:21:05 GMT -5
Tallahar sits up with William and his cousins and friends on the right side of the table. He's close to Lady Aranya but not to close. Often the Dawn Raiders gaze looks over at his cousin Marq with a frown.
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Post by Fel on Apr 25, 2008 19:31:05 GMT -5
The Ironborn laughed at Aranya's jest, and Felryn stood up with two mugs of wine and drained them one after the other with a wide grin, then shouted back, "don't be so foolish, Aranya Royce, you will need all the help you can get!"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2008 23:19:05 GMT -5
Aranya winked. "We'll see."
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Post by Fel on Apr 26, 2008 4:46:15 GMT -5
Ser Marq Tyrell looked the picture of chivalry in his dark green doublet, with two golden roses embroidered on the collar, and a black cloak clasped around his shoulders. He made his way to Aranya's high seat.
"Lady Royce, might I beg a moment of your time?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2008 9:48:25 GMT -5
"Of course," Aranya said, looking at him with keen eyes. "Sit down, this seat's empty as my daughter's gone to bed."
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Post by mark on Apr 26, 2008 15:26:29 GMT -5
Robb spoke courteously to all who sat around him, not minding the obvious stares that the men in the hall were throwing Lysette's way. He was proud to show off her beauty.
He leaned back in his chair, drinking sweet wine from an ornate cup, with a gentle hand of Lysette's knee. He was pleased to see that his wife did not detest the northerners (in her view) as much as he had expected. The extravagant tourney and chivalry were no doubt playing a number on her, too. Dorne seemed to lack in tourneys and chivalry from time to time. It actually seemed to lack in everything, save sand and beautiful women.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Apr 26, 2008 15:35:59 GMT -5
Someone places a heavy hand on Lord Tarly's shoulder. He turns to see Lord Bulwer looking at him with a smile. "Robb!" the Far Reachman says warmly, holding a tone that suggests perhaps he has drunk a little too much. "How are you?! I've been meaning to catch up with you since I heard you'd arrived, yet it's taken 'til now." His eye catches the Lady Lysette. "Aha! And is this the result of your hunt for a Hot Dornish Beauty?" He pronounces the syllables in these last few words in a drunken staccato, resulting in a dribble of saliva flying down into his beard. He wipes it away sheepishly with the sleeve of a wavering arm, maintaining an idiotic grin throughout.
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Post by mark on Apr 26, 2008 15:39:07 GMT -5
Robb only laughs and looks pleased to see his friend. "Please, take a seat, Oliver," Robb insists, rising and then returning with an extra chair beside him. "And yes, this is my wife, the Lady Lysette of House Vaith, a beautiful and intelligent woman." Turning to Lysette, he said, "This is my close friend, Lord Oliver Bulwer." And then, leaning into her ear, he whispers, "Please excuse his behavior, milady, if you have love for me. He lost his wife not four months back to assassins, and then his father passed not a month after. He is a good friend and good man." Turning back to Oliver, he says, "How are you my friend?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Apr 26, 2008 15:46:40 GMT -5
"Know what Robb? I'm abso-bloody-lutely fan-soddin'-tastic. Couldn't be fuckin' better. See me in that horse-race earlier? I SHAT on 'em all," he considers this statement for a second, looking perplexed, "'part from the ones what beat me 'o course, but there weren't all that many of 'em." His eyes rove randomly around the room, seemingly unable to fix on any one target.
He hiccups. "You all ready for the melee tomorrow Robb? Our team? Gonna help our team?"
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Post by mark on Apr 26, 2008 15:48:50 GMT -5
Robb continues to smile, but not laugh at his friend. "I am not sure if I'm on you're team or not, milord, but if they did indeed pair you and I together, then no one will stand before us. The two greatest swords of the Reach? Aye, bloody Arthur Dayne and Barristan the Bold could not match our skill." Taking a drink of his wine, he said, "How is Tomas? I had hoped to see him here."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Apr 26, 2008 15:52:56 GMT -5
Oliver smiled like a simpleton at Robb's remarks. "Aye," he said dreamily. "None in the realm would beat us..."
"Tomas? He's back home at Blackcrown. Didn' wanna come for some reason. Dunno why. This place is great." He smiled again. "Oh, oh, oh, wait, sorry, wait, it's SER Tomas now. I forget. Sorry Robb." He seemed genuinely apologetic.
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Hope you all are well and happy.