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Post by The Smith on Dec 19, 2008 14:44:09 GMT -5
Rodrick turned to Oakheart, "It seems you already have." He turned back to the ladies, and said "Apparently the three of you draw suitors like flowers draw bees." Leaning in closer to the woman he whispers loudly, "Should I have them cleared out of here? Or should we move to a private veranda where we can no be bothered." Then he laughed allowed.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Dec 19, 2008 14:54:18 GMT -5
If Oakheart took Rodrick's rather uncourteous permission to offense he gave no indication. "May I introduce you all to my aquaintance?" A young woman stepped forward, silvery red hair flashing. "Emelia of Lys, formally of New Ghis....she accompanied me when I left Lys, I--a few of my servants are followers of the Red God, and she came to provide them with whatever rites they may need."
The Red Priestess regarded them all with a penetrating stare, a slight smile on her lips. "The pleasure is mine."
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Post by The Flint on Dec 19, 2008 14:56:38 GMT -5
Leanna sniffed the air delicately like a rabbit in a farmer's garden.
"I think perhaps the veranda would be quite attractive Your grace." She bowed her head.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Dec 19, 2008 14:58:47 GMT -5
Victor covers his mouth to avoid laughing when he realizes this is the new Lord Paramount of the Mander. "Pleasure is haha... all mine, my lady!"
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Post by The Smith on Dec 19, 2008 15:03:11 GMT -5
The King smiled and said, "My Private Veranda is this way my ladies." He grabbed Lady Royce's, and Lady Dawnrose's hand and begins to lead them to his private veranda.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 19, 2008 15:03:53 GMT -5
Lady Bettley winks at Frey before following the King to his Veranda.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Dec 19, 2008 15:04:19 GMT -5
Winister frowned slightly, but the woman inclined her head politely to the man. "May I inquire as to what the humour is Lord Frey?" She said, not bothering to explain how she knew his name, "That I may share in it?" She smiled at him again, with that not-quite-so comforting smile of hers.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 19, 2008 15:04:54 GMT -5
Leanna pouted slightly as she strode along behind the other two girls.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Dec 19, 2008 15:10:29 GMT -5
"Oh, merely the... just that you're... its not you! I had a famous ancestor who was a red priest and converted Duskendale to the Fiery Faith. He almost did the same to White Harbor before being poisoned. You see, well..." he stepped forward to the pair. "R'hllor is not looked upon favorably by the rulers in this country."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Dec 19, 2008 15:13:38 GMT -5
Emelia continued staring deeper, "Fascinating....so like Freys then I imagine?"
Winister coughed into his fist, "Emmer....."
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Dec 19, 2008 15:19:04 GMT -5
"Oh, not at all!" He grinned. "Our god is welcomed in every door. Men desire its touch because there is almost nothing the lord of greed cannot give them. Red is very exciting, but its gold that builds the temples and wood and oil." He stepped closer. "I am told red women are very passionate. May I kiss you?"
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Post by Percy Rivers on Dec 19, 2008 15:21:40 GMT -5
"I'm afraid that we only do that for the dead Lord Frey, and seeing as how you are not a corpse yet I shall have to deny you," She gave a deep chuckle, "And may I point that while gold can build temples, in war it is fire that brings them down. A shiny metal, however pretty in the light, will always give way to fire."
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Dec 19, 2008 15:28:36 GMT -5
"You're right, of course... the temples come and go. The new followers and the old... the old lords and the new..." On that note, he turned to Winister. "I understand you're already scorching the earth for the new oak tree. That is a wise move, I think..."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Dec 19, 2008 15:30:31 GMT -5
Winister started, "I'm afraid I do not know what you're referring to Lord Frey." I know exactly what you're referring to.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Dec 19, 2008 15:34:56 GMT -5
His smile no longer seemed as cheerful. "Of course. I'm just being poetic for the pretty girl. Your realm is your own business, Lord Oakheart." But business is what Freys do best, if you're interested.
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Hope you all are well and happy.