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Post by Horas on Nov 8, 2008 21:00:40 GMT -5
Despite his shaggy beard, Daeron takes on an expression resembling a berated schoolboy. "Ah... she'll be pissed," he says. "No, no, she can come see me if she wants, but I can't really think of anything to tell her."
Then he shrugs again. "Can't say I'd mind a chance to stretch my legs, but if I convince Terrence of something tomorrow it'd be the first time in my life so far."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2008 21:04:59 GMT -5
"I myself would recommend a sedentary lifestyle for a short time. The walk into Harrenhal is short in miles, but could be eternal in duration. Comprehension?" Ipithuis asked.
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Post by Horas on Nov 8, 2008 21:06:27 GMT -5
"Uh..." Daeron says, "What?"
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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2008 21:07:57 GMT -5
Ipithius sighed, "If you go in, you might not come out." He paused and rolled his eyes, "Alive."
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Post by Horas on Nov 8, 2008 21:09:40 GMT -5
"Right." Daeron takes another cookie. "You seem like a nice enough guy, Tides. Why do you serve a cock like Rodrick? He's not even your king."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2008 21:14:29 GMT -5
Ipithius laughed, "Rodrick has a peculiar way about him. Aggressive as a moose, and as wise as new born puppy." He snorted, "A inbreed, idiotic puppy. If he is your friend though, and I am lucky enough to count myself among that number, he will walk across the Narrow Sea to save your kitten."
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Post by Horas on Nov 8, 2008 21:18:47 GMT -5
Daeron snorts. "I've known him since I was nine. Didn't have a high opinion of him then, and I still don't." He sighs. "Thanks for the cookies."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2008 21:20:01 GMT -5
Ipithius said, "Fight beside him one day, and you will understand." He stood, "Do you wish to take walk?"
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Post by Horas on Nov 8, 2008 21:29:15 GMT -5
"Aye, sure," Daeron says.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2008 21:32:33 GMT -5
Tides waves, and the guards enter, then turning he commands, "Take Blackwood to the walls of Harrenhal. And let him enter if they wish."
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Nov 8, 2008 22:36:20 GMT -5
/ / / / /
Ser Galahad stands over the cleaned and dressed corpse of the late Lord Commander; his face expressionless.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2008 22:38:58 GMT -5
The lord commander groaned, his arms raising infront of his body, he groaned in a scarily low whisper, "braaaaainnnnnssss....."
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Nov 8, 2008 22:45:19 GMT -5
Galahad shakes his head, knowing he must have stayed up too long without sleep. He returns to his tent to sleep, and in the morrow, seeks out Ser Peregrin.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2008 22:46:56 GMT -5
Lord Peregrine turns and watches Galahad arrive. "Galahad... have you heard of this duel between Rickon and that Reed fellow?"
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Nov 8, 2008 22:53:24 GMT -5
"I can't say I have," Galahad said, looking partially shocked. "When was this announced?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.