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Post by The Smith on Nov 2, 2008 19:27:30 GMT -5
Phillip walks over and greets Lord Royce, and Lord Dawnrose, "Greetings milords. I am the Castellan of Longbow Hall. My lord was unfortunately called away to Runestone, but he said he wanted everything carried on in his name."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 2, 2008 19:40:25 GMT -5
Phillip nodded, "Well, and still as sunny as a blizzard's day." He turned and waited for Lord Royce, before walking toward the hall. "I am afraid your betrothed has wandered off with one of her maids. She promised to have returned by now, but she has a proven habit of wasting away the day in the local wilderness."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 2, 2008 19:50:17 GMT -5
Philip raised his eyebrows and shuddered, "Yes, quite beautiful." Opening a door, and bowed adding, "Lady Jocelyn awaits you in the parlor."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Nov 2, 2008 19:51:58 GMT -5
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Two Stormlanders arrive at Longbow hall for the wedding. One wears the colors of House Dondarrion, he is short but with a handsome face and long dark hair. His companion is a tall man, with dark hair and blue eyes so pale they might as well have been white.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 2, 2008 19:56:01 GMT -5
"Selwyn? Why did you ever marry that wild trollop?" Jocelyn snorted, "You could have done better, even if you are a bastard. And why are you here with that idiot Tallahar. He should have been beheaded for Treason."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 2, 2008 20:04:21 GMT -5
"Oh... then you should both beware. You had idiots for fathers. That kind of trait is passed from father to son." Jocelyn harrumphed, "What are you doing here? Is there some kind of wedding or war?"
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Post by The Smith on Nov 2, 2008 20:11:48 GMT -5
Jocelyn, snorted and laughed loudly. "You are wise indeed then. And prove it with your bold words." She broke into guffaws again.
Phillip coughed and interjected, "Is there anything my lords need?"
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Post by The Smith on Nov 2, 2008 20:18:11 GMT -5
Phillip nodded, "Of course." He waved and servants fetched them wine. The castellan showed the two Dondarrions in, and then left to find the bride to be.
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Post by Tallahar on Nov 2, 2008 20:27:14 GMT -5
William had been quiet through all this allowing Brynden to talk to his bride to be family. Lord Dawnrose didn't mind this break in Longbow Hall it was much easier then having run Home.
William nodded at the Dondarrion men, "What are two men of the Stormlands doing here?"
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Post by The Smith on Nov 2, 2008 20:29:52 GMT -5
"Oh he is not dead." She shook her head, "Just off teaching manners to the Moon Boys."
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Post by Tallahar on Nov 2, 2008 20:33:04 GMT -5
William smiled as Brynden answered for the Stormlanders. Then at the ideas of this clearly crazy old woman.
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Post by Tallahar on Nov 2, 2008 20:36:55 GMT -5
William looked at Brynden, "How about we go and wait in the courtyard for your bride Lord Royce."
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Post by Tallahar on Nov 2, 2008 20:43:30 GMT -5
William bowed to the old woman as he left with Brynden just behind him. As they got into the courtyard William sighed with some relief, "I think I would rather fight a duel then send more time with her. Even though it wasn't her fault."
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Post by Tallahar on Nov 2, 2008 20:50:58 GMT -5
"Then I think you wouldn't stay at Duskendale very much. So tell me Brynden what made you want to marry this Lady Blair?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Nov 2, 2008 21:41:00 GMT -5
Brynden poured Lady Jocelyn's wine for her before accepting a flask for himself. "We were sorry to hear of your husband's death a few years ago," he said. "He was a living legend, a great general." Old Robar Hunter had been half paralyzed for years, after a near-fatal joust with Jon Royce decades ago. "Honoring me by coming for my wedding," Brynden said. He nodded to the Stormlanders. "Sers, I am glad to have you here. Are you kin of Lord Breck?" The shorter of the two nodded and then spoke--his voice was a soft and calming one. "I am Lord Dondarrion's third son, Sylvan. This is my friend, Theodore Blackwood, a son of Jacob Blackwood. Properly called Ravenspur, I might add." He winked and smiled at his friend, who returned the smile with less enthusiasm. |
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Hope you all are well and happy.