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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 15, 2008 7:47:02 GMT -5
This Impressive structure stands tall above the city of Oldtown and is the administrative heart of the Far Reach
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 15, 2008 7:49:34 GMT -5
Loren Irwyn and his brother Dorian arrive at the Hightower, "Is Lord Hightower in?" Loren asks the guard, "I had hoped to have a word about this?" he said waving a parchment announcing the latest games of King Rodrick.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 8:22:34 GMT -5
The guards salute the well known Irwyn brothers.
"Lord Justin is in the hall taking his lunch, you may go on up and join him milords."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 15, 2008 9:32:01 GMT -5
Lord Irwyn and Lord Florent nod and move up the familiar steps of the Hightower to where Justin is.
They bow respectfully, when they enter the room but quickly smile at their old childhood friend. "Justin," Loren says with his brother right behind him.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 9:35:43 GMT -5
Justin waved the two men over to his table.
"Lord Irwyn, Lord Florent." He said, a smile growing on his face as he stood, "Loren, Dorian, please, come and join me for a meal, these capons are fatter than those we saw during winter." Justin had thickened in his rise to adulthood, taking on the appearance of his own father, whom he had never met. A black beard was showing signs of stabilizing itself on his cheeks.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 15, 2008 9:39:28 GMT -5
Loren and Dorian both sat down as the servants brought silverware and plates for the new guests. "I suppose you heard the news?" Loren said placing the parchment about the Princess's engagement on the table.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 9:44:01 GMT -5
Justin took the parchment from the table, and scanned it briefly. When he had finished, he sighed heavily.
"A Braavosi in the line of succession? And not just any such a one? It's madness."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 15, 2008 9:54:07 GMT -5
"Its a fucking travesty is what it is," Loren said. "Its bad enough we sold our lives for the pissant islands that Braavos now claims as their own, for what amounts to table scraps from their treasury, but now the King in all his wisdom has decided that not a single Westerosi man is worthy of his daughter's hand."
Dorian looked at his brother with a bit of disgust, "careful brother, one should not be that forward even when among sympathetic ears."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 10:07:56 GMT -5
"One can not blame the King for fulfilling the dreams of his ancestors. Although one might prefer they had been the dreams of his father rather than those of his Uncle." Justin said coyly, "I find this hard to endorse. I am not in a celebratory mood, I think I will not attend."
"You must attend..." came a voice from behind the throne, as a thin hooded man stepped out into the light of the hall. "milord. Failure to attend will put all eyes in the kingdom, especially King Rodrick's eyes, on you. You will be singled out. The other Lord Paramounts would then shun you, marked as you would be as a troublemaker. No, you must attend. Go, and observe your fellow lords. Who are bootlickers and who are inclined to tug on the leash? If you must send a symbol of displeasure, travel with a limited entourage, and take little part in the games."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 15, 2008 10:14:03 GMT -5
Loren and Dorian turned towards the voice, though his face was disguised the hidden voice was instantly recognizable.
"As if were not shunned already," Dorian said, "The Dornish and their Braavosi allies already drive traffic from Oldtown to that open sewer known as Sunspear."
"The Crown has turned a blind eye for years, despite our protests," Loren added trying to reason with the voice.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 10:25:06 GMT -5
Flea lowered his hood. Time had not softened his expression. His lean, hungry face was only leaner, greyer. Although he was not in true much older than his charges, he carried himself as though he were a thousand years old.
"The Crown has encouraged it." Flea said. "Not that they have been in a position to do otherwise. Despite the insult, you must attend. To do otherwise risks an open breach, and you aren't prepared to deal with the consequences."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 15, 2008 10:31:03 GMT -5
Loren nodded, though the advice wounded his pride, he knew the advice was correct.
"I hate tourneys," Dorian said boldly, "a bunch of pompous pricks trying to out do one another."
"Not to mention there is almost always trouble, I think the Smith gets particular jolly out of mixing fire and oil at these events," Loren added.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 10:41:00 GMT -5
Justin nodded. "I will attend. I need to travel back to attend the meetings of the small council in any regard. Loren will attend with me. We'll pick a handful of other lords and knights as well, none to notable. Dorian you may stay at Brightwater if it please you."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 15, 2008 11:11:36 GMT -5
"It does mi lord," Dorian says.
"Do you know if Cyrus will attend with my sister?" Loren asked.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 11:21:13 GMT -5
"I do not believe so. Do you think he should attend? If he does attend, he'll want to compete, I think. I think better that he stay. He and Dorian can look after the land for us while we are away in King's Landing."
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5