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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 8:42:58 GMT -5
A three story stone building, replete with arrow slits and murder holes built by the Master of Whisperers Francis Varner in his day, housing many secrets. Now owned by Justin Hightower it is a home for men of the Far Reach while in King's Landing.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 22:41:34 GMT -5
Lord Justin Hightower, and Sers Jacques and Tristan retired to the safety of the Burrow for the night.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 16, 2008 8:11:33 GMT -5
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After the party, Loren Irwyn returns to the Burrow and looks to see if Lord Justin is still awake.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 16, 2008 8:20:00 GMT -5
Lord Justin was indeed still awake, and sitting in the hall, with a half a chicken and some diced carrots.
"Can you believe, in that big fancy party, I never once stopped to get something to eat? Not that I could eat and bite my tongue at the same time." he japed. "How do you think it went? What were your experiences after I left?"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 16, 2008 8:24:27 GMT -5
"I am sure it could have gone worse," Loren said sitting down. "I met the youngest son of the Dawn Raider, an insipid clod yet only half as daft as his old man."
Loren made a play for some of he chicken that was on the table.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 16, 2008 8:34:40 GMT -5
Justin slide his plate over so the Irwyn could get a bite.
"Well you haven't got his blood all over you, so I'll assume you handled it appropriately. " Justin said, shaking his head, "I felt like such a craven, braying like a jackass, when King Rodrick came around, instead of challenging this wedding to the Braavosi. The figurative, wedding, of course, although I don't much care of the actual wedding either."
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 16, 2008 8:37:47 GMT -5
Ser Wulf Pyke comes to the Burrow after the feast, asking to see Lords Hightower and Irwyn.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 16, 2008 8:39:55 GMT -5
"Well what can you do Justin, you are after all his Grace's Master of Debt." Loren says picking at the Chicken.
"You know its all for nought right? You think you can influence them but countless others including Cyrus and my own Father have tried. They are happy to merrily run this kingdom into the ground and you'll end up being the one holding the sack when the whole damn thing comes crashing down."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 16, 2008 8:39:56 GMT -5
Ser Wulf recieved a careful visual inspection from the Hightower men at the gate, but he was alone, and soon permission was given. He was escorted by two guards in Hightower livery to the Great Hall. They waited with the man until the signal was given that they should enter.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 16, 2008 8:43:27 GMT -5
"I think you're probably right Loren." He said, before signaling for the door to open, and Ser Wulf to be allowed entry.
"Ser Wulf, to what do we owe the pleasure?"
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 16, 2008 8:52:06 GMT -5
"Lord Hightower, Lord Irwyn," he said, nodding to the men as he entered.
"We did not get a chance to speak fully at the feast earlier, so I decided I would seek you out." He glanced around the room and rolled his tongue in his mouth, as if he was putting his words together.
"A storm is brewing," he says finally, "rather it has been brewing for some time. My kin on the Islands do not wish to be caught by the storm alone and unprepared."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 16, 2008 8:58:11 GMT -5
"There are always storms, Ser Wulf, the Father knows we have weathered them before? What makes you think that this storm will be worse then those of past?" Loren says looking up at the man.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 16, 2008 9:00:57 GMT -5
Justin raised his eyebrow at Loren, and than watched Ser Wulf for a response.
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 16, 2008 9:03:47 GMT -5
"I don't agree Irwyn, the skies have been relatively clear for some time, at least in comparison to the dark clouds on the horizon. Perhaps the winds will ulimately take those clouds in a different direction than they are headed... but perhaps not."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 16, 2008 9:07:55 GMT -5
Loren scratched his head, it was true that there were problems the one at Casterly Rock seemed to be to one first on men's minds but there were always problems, having received a questioning look from his liege lord he waited this time for Justin to respond.
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Hope you all are well and happy.