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Post by Rickard and Laurence Evergreen on Jun 8, 2008 1:26:51 GMT -5
"Horas, you old cunt!" he steps forward, "I didn't know you were the luck schmoe enjoying this delectable morsel!" He slides beside Tristeza again. "Tell me, have you experienced the Qartheen arts of love and rebirth? Yo'll think you've died and been remade in the hands of another! Also, the Dothraki fashion is most fascinating! Do Dornish enjoy that style, I wonder? No?" He turns to Horas. "You rascal! Did you ever make it to regent? I wager you've got quite the harem of a Small Council..." He grins like someone who has never required subtlelty, with the equally blatant wink at Marei.
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Post by brigida on Jun 8, 2008 1:29:20 GMT -5
"On the contrary," Tristeza smiled, "death is the cure, dear--and it suites you better than life did. Well--decomposition couldn't possibly make you ugglier."
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Post by Horas on Jun 8, 2008 1:39:45 GMT -5
Kennos Keath draws his sword, stalking forward, a feral grin on his face. "I'm Kennos fucking Keath, Tyrell. I don't get cut."
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Horas turns towards Edrick, his distant expression perfectly maintained on his face. "Prince Edrick... Your death was such a pity. You could have been a useful tool." Horas sees no need to mince words with the deceased. "I would prefer if you addressed my wife in a more respectful manner in the future."
Torrhen Keath steps forward, hand on the handle of his axe.
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"Tell me, Tristeza," Marei smiles falsely, "How is the Dornish resistance front going? Have you mustered the courage to, perhaps, see your own people?" She laughs slightly. "No, I doubt it. The Sea Lord's palace is much too comfortable, isn't it?"
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Post by brigida on Jun 8, 2008 1:42:27 GMT -5
"If comfort keeps me living, I'll take it," Tristeza answered, "and the status of the resistance is not something that should be discussed in open company," her eyes were cool, and passive.
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Post by House Lefford on Jun 8, 2008 1:53:18 GMT -5
Lord Rindwynd Tyrell arrives with his impressive armourand long oak leaf cloak. His long hair and beard dyed green in the tyroshi fashion. He also has an arrow in his throat.
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Post by swammeyjoe on Jun 8, 2008 9:26:20 GMT -5
Randal enters, dressed in his finest red doublet, and laughs as he see's Tallahar arguing with a man who could easily kill him.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Jun 8, 2008 13:14:03 GMT -5
Lilith, aged but still beautiful, walks over to her husband. Her two daughters, fiesty Petra and the lovely Belinda, follow her.
She greets Haley and together they roll their eyes at Tallahar.
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Post by Tallahar on Jun 8, 2008 15:13:36 GMT -5
Haley smiles at her friend, "Will he ever learn. Maybe my death changed him."
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Post by Lilith Royce on Jun 10, 2008 8:30:58 GMT -5
Lilith peers at Haley, "But you look so well! What happened? I really am out of the loop to have not heard about your death my friend."
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Hope you all are well and happy.