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Post by The Flint on Dec 13, 2008 17:57:54 GMT -5
Rodrick chuckled at the young woman, "You may. Thank you." He smiled, "And I can not stop myself from admiring your ample bosom." "It is for you to admire Your Grace," Leanna said with a wicked smile. "Everything in the realm is yours if you set your mind to it." She whispered. |
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Post by The Flint on Dec 13, 2008 19:11:57 GMT -5
Old Archibald Cressey looks up and catches the eye of young Lady Blair.
"Pardon me, Lady Blair, but do you play cyvasse. It seems the lordlings and knights have quite had enough of me, and I could do with a real challenge." He smiled pleasantly and stroked his grey beard.
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Post by Erik on Dec 13, 2008 19:17:32 GMT -5
"Lord Brynden," Tyberion says warmly, shaking the man's hand, "I've been meaning to pay you a visit. Allyria is around, somewhere..." He trails off, scanning the room for his twin until he finds her and calls her over. "Allyria, this is Lord Brynden Royce, and Ser Wulf Pyke. Our half-brothers."
Allyria, wearing a dress of black silk, curtsies to the men. "A pleasure, my lords. 'Tis a shame we've not met before."
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Post by The Flint on Dec 13, 2008 19:27:30 GMT -5
"Oh," Blair stammered. She wished the old gentleman had not looked her way. "Yes, but I am not very good." This was said apologetically. She flushed. "I am sure you are just hustling me." The old man said kindly. "Do you prefer to play the dark or the light?" |
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Dec 13, 2008 19:32:39 GMT -5
"Oh? In my experience, all good players prefer the dark.", chimed in an uninvited Victor, which seemked to be the only sort of Frey around.
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Post by Erik on Dec 13, 2008 19:40:40 GMT -5
Brynden looked momentarily taken aback when Allyria Lannister came before him. She had indeed grown to be a lovely woman; it made Brynden feel a little emotional to see her and Tyberion like this, but he did not show it. "It certainly is, dear little sister," he said, with a warm smile. "You have grown into a beautiful woman, I see. I regret that all of us did not grow together when we were young, but now we must make up for it. I wish your sister could be here to see you, but the queen is still at Storm's End." "Well, I'm sure we'll see each other soon, if we must stay in the company of the King. Ought to have a grand family reunion. It can be in our new townhouse, just as soon as it's finished!" Allyria replies, excited. |
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Post by The Flint on Dec 13, 2008 19:42:04 GMT -5
"As I am in the dark of my years, but the young lady is the light of the room." He says smiling pleasantly.
"The sun must rise before it sets, milady, please make the first move." he says, pearly white teeth flashing behind his grey beard.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 13, 2008 19:55:31 GMT -5
Several times Blair can detect Ser Archibald making several obvious errors, whether because he doesn't know better, or on purpose, is not clear.
"I do. My wife prefers it. Some flowers, like roses, do better in among their own kind. My keep is very drafty and old, and lacks the things that make a young life so worth living." He said wistfully.
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Post by Erik on Dec 13, 2008 20:01:11 GMT -5
"Sounds fine," Tyberion says, "Though it may need to wait. I'll be making for Driftmark before too long, but that shouldn't be much trouble."
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Dec 13, 2008 20:09:03 GMT -5
Victor went back to wandering the party. The young man has no interest in these revelries and was not one to relax when there is work to be done.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 13, 2008 20:10:43 GMT -5
"It is not so bad, if you prefer a library with good books, to a party with fine wine." Ser Archibald said, as he scanned the board carefully, before using one of his Keeps seemingly out of nowhere to take Blair's dragon, winking playfully as he did.
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Post by Erik on Dec 13, 2008 20:13:18 GMT -5
"That's the intention, anyway. Mallister's called for volunteers to help retake it from Barclay, and I could use a little sport. Hopefully it will help to get me back into the King's good graces."
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Dec 13, 2008 20:39:54 GMT -5
Victor finally approaches the King's Hand. "Lord Smallwood, I'm not sure how I should approach you about this but... there is a question I have always wanted to ask you."
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Post by westerosi on Dec 13, 2008 21:00:56 GMT -5
Lord Cregan stood by himself, drinking quietly, not enjoying this one bit. He had sent Big Benn back to the North to prepare for the return of their new Regent.
Cregan felt out of place in the south, and in this setting. He was made for war and the wild, not dressed up in fancy clothing and attending parties. Damn Gariss for putting him in this situation.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 13, 2008 21:45:36 GMT -5
"I had a decent falcon, when I was a young man, but it's been a long time since I've done any hunting. I find games of the mind more interesting now." He said, as he used his knight to hop the foot soldier and take an opposing Keep.
"I see no reason why the poor foot soldiers need to sacrifice for our vanity." Ser Archibald said with a chuckle.
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5