welcome

[stahadis]

Well Crakehall asked my to make a welcome thread so feel free to introduce yourself and maybe yap a bit for any RP ideas or use this as your own private click where we let no one else in.

[House Lefford]

hey everyone with gathor brains and my strength of arms we will be soon running this place

[melon]

And ill be killing anyone before you guys get there so i get all the hard work.

but on to something else what is the point apart form having fun do we try to get heaps of people in the small council and stuff like that

[House Lefford]

tallahar you could always be a kingsgraud

[melon]

but i want children and bastard and what not and like my character so i want to carry on being his sons

[House Lefford]

when your character dies you can just make up a new one even in a different house

[melon]

but i like this house don't you want me in it

[stahadis]

Well you can still have children as the kingsguard... as long as no one finds out.

[melon]

Yes but if i did get into the KG id make ser arthur dayne look like a retard with a sword. yes it Because im that cocky

[stahadis]

maybe you can be some sort of sworn sword or something?

[House Lefford]

that would interesting to be a sellsword or the like should make that my next character maybe

[melon]

i dont know what i wana be im only young so i have time unlike you guys

[House Lefford]

crakehall wants us to write a scenario for our meeting with the king could you do it i don't have much exp with this sort of thing

[melon]

Poker Hello Welcome to the greatest house... Sorry its bit of a cock-fest in here

[pokerandice]

Do we want the welcome scenario here? If so:

Poker walked up to the King on silent feet. He could feel his heart thudding in his chest. It was so loud; he was sure the people in the crowded room could hear it.

Poker looked around, his blue eyes darting around the room nervously. Shadow walked beside him, as per normal. He hadn't been able to groom her before this session. He had tried, but Shadow wasn't so easily persuaded. He still had the cuts along his arm underneath his grey robes to prove it. Poker smiled, despite himself, thinking of the memory.

Finally, Poker reached the bottom of the stairs that led towards the Iron Throne. It was a horribly ugly chair, but Poker didn't spend his time looking at the decoration, he had eyes only for the King. And the King had eyes only for he.

Poker knelt down, holding his sword before him.

"Your Majesty," Poker said, letting the sound resound off the walls surronding the King's Chamber. "I have come to swear to you my undying fealty."

Poker looked up at the King, far above him. There, it was done. Now he was a Westeros Warrior.

[Was it something like that you wanted?]

[Glad to be here, by the way. ]