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Post by Lord Rupert Trant on Oct 25, 2008 9:59:07 GMT -5
"Well, I might be on the same boat as you. Getting unhorsed in your first tilt and seeing your younger brother finish second only to the champion ranks highly on my list of most aggravating moments."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Oct 25, 2008 16:18:25 GMT -5
Dudley nodded stiffly. "Yes quite," he said, looking over Trant's shoulder. "Excuse me a moment," he said with a smile before wandering off elsewhere though seemingly with no purpose.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 30, 2008 14:06:02 GMT -5
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The King re-enters his tavern, followed by his large entourage. Soon the revelry and debauchery is resurrected with a loud glee.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Dec 9, 2008 0:52:27 GMT -5
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Ser Owen Corbray enters by himself and orders a couple drinks...one for himself, and another for a nearby lady, a pretty woman a few years his junior.
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Post by Horas on Dec 9, 2008 11:07:20 GMT -5
A few of Rodrick's Eight are in the tavern, drinking and talking.
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Post by Sam on Dec 9, 2008 11:11:41 GMT -5
Lord Samuel Tarly enters the tavern, dressed casually in a earth tons, and orders himself an ale from the bar. His eyes scan the room, passing over the King's companions, seeking the tall Myrman, Ipthius Tides.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Dec 9, 2008 12:46:07 GMT -5
A few of Rodrick's Eight are in the tavern, drinking and talking. After Owen chats it up with the woman he excuses himself and heads towards the Eight, drink in hand. |
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Post by Horas on Dec 9, 2008 14:38:35 GMT -5
The Master of Ships, Stafford Mallister, sits with Ipithius Tides and Kijo Sand. The three appear to be toasting the recent fortunes of Mallister's family. The three cut off their conversation as Owen approaches.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Dec 9, 2008 14:47:23 GMT -5
"No need to wipe smiles from your faces gentlemen", Owen says, raising his drink. "I'm here to toast alongside you. I'm looking to get drunk tonight and here that you lot are the best company to do it in!"
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Post by Horas on Dec 9, 2008 14:54:49 GMT -5
Stafford laughs. "Damn right we are," he says, "Save for Kijo there, of course."
A closer look shows that the black-skinned Dornishman's cup contains only water.
"Who are you?" Stafford asks.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Dec 9, 2008 15:18:01 GMT -5
"Ser Owen Corbray, heir to Heart's Home", he said. Then he raised his mug."I challenge you all to a drinking contest. Let my skill at that determine my others", he said with a wink.
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Post by Horas on Dec 9, 2008 20:15:38 GMT -5
Ipithius shakes his head, but Stafford smiles. "Why not? I look forward to drinking you under the table, Owen."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Dec 9, 2008 20:22:39 GMT -5
Owen smiles. "Bottoms up!", he says as he motions for the serving maids to bring them ale aplenty.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Dec 9, 2008 22:16:25 GMT -5
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When Stafford finally wakes up Owen is smiling above him, offering a hand to the master of ships. "Ale runs thick in my veins, Lord Mallister", he said with a smile.
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Post by Sam on Dec 10, 2008 14:32:47 GMT -5
Seeing the Master of Ships pass out drunk, Samuel smiled slightly too himself and approached the table, where the Corbray heir was babbling drunkenly about his victory. Lord Tarly nodded his greetings to the gathered men before speaking.
"Master Tides, might I have a word with you?" he asked politely.
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Hope you all are well and happy.