IC LOW Birthday Party

[The Smith]

A grand ball is being thrown in the Red Keep for every character that has been created in the last year. Come dance, joke and sing.

[Imry Willfyre]

The Songlord dances merrily at the ball. He is alive and well again, and in the prime of his youth. He cuts a dashing figure in the tabard of House Caron. Beside him is his daughter, June, his son Gideon, and his foster son Kit.

[The Stranger]

Francis Varner enters. He wears a smile on his face, even though his tongue is stained black from the foul poison of Horas Blackwood.

[The Smith]

Lord Baldwin Lannister enters escorting his wife Serena with the cool, golden dignity he has always been known for.

[The Stranger]

Francis approached offering a stiff bow.

"Lord Baldwin... Your reputation precedes you."

[Imry Willfyre]

Lord Emmon Barclay carries his daughter Emma as his wife walking their son Lyreon into the ball. They are all smiles.

[Bunny-Rabbit]

Baldwin turned his stony glare on Lord Varner. "I am afraid I have no idea who you are."

[The Stranger]

"You were long dead before I had my moment in the sun." Francis said, scratching his nose nonchalantly.

[Bunny-Rabbit]

Baldwin raised a cold eyebrow, "Please... I do not like to talk about such matters in mixed company."

[The Flint]

"Forgive me... Where are my manners, but OF COURSE it is in poor taste to remind the dead of their status. I really should have known better." Francis said, bowing again, and turning away.

[brigida]

Tristeza Martell, the estranged former ruler of the southernmost of the newly assembled full nine kingdoms, arrived at the ball wearing a dress styled in the tradiontal manner of Dorne, in a deep red color.

[Bunny-Rabbit]

Piers Bettley entered wearing a dashing blue coat, and his dark hair combed back and precisely placed.

[The Flint]

Francis worked his way over to Tristeza.

"Hello Lady Martell." He says, "It's been too long."

[The Smith]

The Grandmaester Nehmen and Sealord Sergy Delinal enter the party in deep conversation.

[brigida]

Aleza arrived to the ball alone, doe-eyed and smiling indescrininantly at anyone who gazed in her direction.