Ser Rhodri Royce's Wedding Feast

[The Smith]

OOC: I'm now changing this topic into what I previously stated earlier.

[The Smith]

Several knights of various coats of arms run to the pavilions, benches and tents set up for Ser Rhodri Royce's wedding festivities, fleeing the tourney grounds.

[sara]

"Thank you my Lord, but I think you've mistaken me for someone far more important. I'm Beatrice Flowers, I believe nobody has seen Lady Sara for a long time, her brothers are quite worried. I believe she's betrothed to your son now, I wish the two of them the very best. Thank you again my Lord."
She turns and strides over to the two children muttering under her breath and glaring at anyone who dares look at her.
"Allard Lannister? I would talk with you."
Suddenly everyone at the feast turns to look at the knights fleeing the tourney and begins to run. Sara grabs the arms of both children and follows the crowd ignoring their protests.
"I won't have the both of you dead and me the last person who was with you. I'm getting you back to your father and I'll talk to you later Allard."

[Bunny-Rabbit]

ooc Sorry about the mistake, I forgot. Secondly Allard doesn't have a player right now. The one who applied has not been apporvied by Crakehall yet.

[sara]

OOC: Ooops sorry. Ah well I'll just make up his part of the conversation and pretend we had it later. That'll do.

[Lilith Royce]

Lilith Royce hurries over to Sara and the Lannister children, "We need to get out of here." They begin to protest and she grabs them. "Now!" she said with steel in her voice. "I smell war in the air."

She looks around, wondering who to trust, and ends up dragging the three back to her rooms. There are sounds of fighting in the grounds so she readies herself for the fight as well, arming herself and Sara with bows, arrows and daggers.

"What weapons would you have young Lannisters? Now is a time to show your roar."

[sara]

Sara, fully kitted out for war, turns on Lilith.
"Lilith, what is going on!? What's happening? We need to get these two back to their father, if they die our alliance is gone. And I rather like Elena. Unfortunately the same cannot be said of Allard although that may just be circumstance. Tell me what is happening!"

[Lilith Royce]

"I suspect civil war, and we are on the uncivil side of it," Lilith replied. "The rumors had the Hand and the King falling out, and we have just been soundly tied into the Hand's tribe."

"What know you, Lannisters?" she asked.

"My father hates the King," replied Allard, half boasting, half fearful.

"And he is in town, at the Goldsmith's," added Elena.

"Right," said Lilith. "That is where we will head. I mislike sitting at the center of the powderkeg here in the Red Tower."

The four donned ragged cloaks and slipped out a kitchen door and made their way quickly to the Goldsmith's house.

[mohi13]

Jon and a band of Royce guardsmen arrive in bloody clothes and bloodier swords. Jon's eyes were afire with bloodlust. He had joined the bloody aftermath of the melee, and while he had failed to reach the Walking Tree (Jon had not forgotten his defeat at the lists), his sword was already dripping with Tyrell blood.

"Find the Tyrells! Build me a mountain of their bloody bodies!" he shouted.