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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 15, 2008 19:14:45 GMT -5
Justin was glad he hadn't yet chanced to eat anything, for this sugary scene of false friendship was enough to make him ill. "I believe I will take some air for a moment, it is quite stuffy in here, Lord Loren, if you'd be kind enough to join me?" "Of course," Lord Irwyn said following his lord out into the open air. |
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 15, 2008 19:14:52 GMT -5
"Lord of Sharp Point, Sweetport Sound, and Claw Isle? Aside from that, my mother once mentioned that our fathers were friends. Or something like that...it could well be believed too, for my fathers was a sea-loving man." He smiled, and then quickly added, "As am I." "Ah yes, I seem to recall something similar now," his demeanour visibly softening. "It seems so many of us who's fathers were friends with another found ourselves fatherless a young age. It was a vicious time to live in, to be sure." |
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 15, 2008 19:15:48 GMT -5
"Lord of Sharp Point, Sweetport Sound, and Claw Isle? Aside from that, my mother once mentioned that our fathers were friends. Or something like that...it could well be believed too, for my fathers was a sea-loving man." He smiled, and then quickly added, "As am I." "Ah yes, I seem to recall something similar now," his demeanour visibly softening. "It seems so many of us who's fathers were friends with another found ourselves fatherless a young age. A vicious time to live in, to be sure." Lyreon nodded. "Fatherless at three. Can you beat that?", he said with a strange smile that betrayed his sarcasm. |
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 15, 2008 19:16:53 GMT -5
"Fatherless before I ws born and motherless at age 2, not many gain te upperhand on me in such a contest." He allowed a grin.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 15, 2008 19:18:08 GMT -5
Lyreon laughed. "Excellent, ser, excellent. Now come drink with me, I have had enough of being sober for one night."
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 15, 2008 19:23:54 GMT -5
"Later," he promised, "or I shall call in on you another time and we shall drink ourselves stupid, I am afraid I have not seen my sister in some time, and wish to speak with her a little longer."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 15, 2008 19:27:17 GMT -5
"Later," he promised, "or I shall call in on you another time and we shall drink ourselves stupid, I am afraid I have not seen my sister in some time, and wish to speak with her a little longer." "I am understanding of that need, Ser Wulf. Call upon me if you wish...I will be staying at the Barclay manse for the next fortnight." |
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 15, 2008 19:29:24 GMT -5
"I will see you there then, if not later tonight," he said, nodding his head respectfully.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Oct 15, 2008 20:31:10 GMT -5
Ser Galahad stands next to the young Prince Serwyn, while his other... brothers... were with the King. He frowned, disapproving, though turned his attention back to the prince, as he was saying something.
He had grown close with the young prince. Closer than most friends become. Galahad knew he would never father a child himself, though if he were to, he thought the child would be much like Serwyn. Strong, fast, and quick to learn, he spent a lot of time with the young prince, as was his duty. Often, Galahad would be left to guard the royal family while the King and his friends went off to battle or war.
He had been angry and hurt at first, that he had to call such men brothers, and serve such a king, though he served faithfully. After a time, he accepted his position, and in that, began to enjoy it and the company of the Prince. So long ago.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 15, 2008 22:19:36 GMT -5
Lord Loren Irwyn returned from his breather outside in the God's Wood and walked carefully through the unfamiliar faces of the party. He secretly wished this party over and the niceties passed so he could return to his beloved Reach. The sycophancy of King's Landing differed starkly from his natural instinct to speak straight and with candor and he knew it was only a matter of time before he spoke too honestly to the wrong person.
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Post by Tallahar on Oct 15, 2008 22:38:34 GMT -5
The black and Green dressed man approached the young Far Reach Lord, "By your crest of the Dead Tree does that make you Lord Alexander's son?"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 15, 2008 22:40:13 GMT -5
"Aye, whose asking?" Loren turned to answer the man who had acknowledged him.
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Post by Tallahar on Oct 15, 2008 22:42:07 GMT -5
"Damin Tyrell. I am the youngest boy of the Dawn Raider. He often talked of Uplands I have a desire to visit the place."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 15, 2008 22:49:42 GMT -5
Loren looked the man over, "I am sorry to hear of your father's passing, of course he was lucky to die fighting, I don't think your father would have had it any other way."
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Post by Tallahar on Oct 15, 2008 22:51:12 GMT -5
Damin laughs dryly, "Yes thats my father a hero to the end. Well better then being shot in the back."
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Hope you all are well and happy.