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Post by Rickard and Laurence Evergreen on Apr 13, 2008 1:15:29 GMT -5
He looks up at her. "Can I... help you, madame?" His men prepare for the unexpected, their hands on their variours weapons, mostly clubs and knives.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 13, 2008 3:37:59 GMT -5
Wat frowns at the woman, and Brown and his three friends puts hands on their staffs.
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Post by barker520 on Apr 13, 2008 8:58:24 GMT -5
Dan looks at the scene, quite drunk, and laughs at the man's joke.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Apr 13, 2008 11:17:04 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry, I kinda ment this to be a private thing. Everyone frozen in time, kinda like what Quathie did when she talked to Dany.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 13, 2008 13:24:04 GMT -5
ooc: Gisella's ability to "Stop time" has been overruled by admin decision. At the very least as she is now pc, she must be statted and a roll made.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Apr 14, 2008 0:25:55 GMT -5
OOC: Fine by me, I don't have the time to stat her right now, but I'll do it tommorow.
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Post by Ollie on Jul 10, 2008 16:29:59 GMT -5
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On his journey north to Winterfell, Olander Reed takes the opportunity to pay a visit to Barrowton, and begs a word with the Lord Dustin.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 10, 2008 16:37:35 GMT -5
Lord Harold Dustin grants the Crannogman entry to his solar in the keep looking over Barrowton.
"Olander Reed, welcome to Barrowton."
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Post by Ollie on Jul 10, 2008 16:47:56 GMT -5
With his hands folded behind his back, the tiny Reed gives a similarly sized nod. "Lord Harold, it good to see you well. I trust Barrowton fares the same?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 10, 2008 16:49:04 GMT -5
"It fares about as well as we are able, in truth. But we are recovering from the troubles as best we can." Harold said, gesturing invitingly with his hand, "Please, sit, may I offer you some wine or bread and cheese?"
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Post by Ollie on Jul 10, 2008 16:57:12 GMT -5
"Bread will suffice, thank you." After a crusty black loaf has been brought before them, Olander tore at the heel and nibbled it inquisitively. It was sweet, baked with oats and honey, though tough.
"I pray the winter blizzards have not hindered the restore of order," he spoke after he had swallowed. "When I last met with Lord Roose, he spoke of lending aid to the lands of and surrounding the Stoney Shore. That must have been a windfall, surely?" Olander asked, coolly.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 10, 2008 16:59:31 GMT -5
Lord Harold raised his eyebrows, as he spread a piece of cheese onto the bread with a dagger, "If aid has been sent Olander, I am not aware of it. Perhaps it was all sent elsewhere, I know not where."
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Post by Ollie on Jul 10, 2008 17:08:01 GMT -5
The crannogman furrowed his brow with concern as he canted his head to the side, slightly. "Queer," he murmured as he met the Lord Dustin's gaze with his own moss green eyes. "If there is any aid you would wish from the Neck, we will assist your lands where we can," he offered, picking a folded parchment from within his coat.
"As it were, I have come here to speak with you about land." Offering up the parchment, signed and affixed with Roose Stark's own seal, Olander remained quiet as the northlord read.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 10, 2008 17:10:42 GMT -5
Dustin examined the document curiously, before getting very red faced, very quickly.
"Where did you get this. This is clearly a forgery. I've heard no such information that these lands were to be ceded to your House. This is utterly preposterous."
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Post by Ollie on Jul 10, 2008 17:17:10 GMT -5
Olander waited until the Lord had finished his accusations. "On that we agree," he said tepidly, "but I assure you this is no forgery. When I requested from Lord Roose leave to begin constructions on the ruins of Moat Cailin to better secure the causeway to the North, it must have taken our Lord Paramount's fancy to reward my leal service concerning the late Apostate with an act most un-leal to his other bannerlords."
"I have come, Lord Harold, to assure you that the reach of House Reed desires nothing past the boarders of the Neck. The swamp is our home, and always our home shall be."
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