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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 14, 2008 18:00:58 GMT -5
Wulf grins at Brynden's suggestion, "quite the reunion it will be. Does this mean I will finally get a chance to meet your wife and child, brother? I thought you were going to die a bachelor, taking the hopes of many a women with you." Loren approaches, where Lord Bryden and Ser Wulf are speaking, "Looks like the storm has passed for now," Loren says to Ser Wulf before smiling and turning to Bryden, "Lord Royce," Irwyn says calmly.
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Post by Fel on Dec 14, 2008 18:14:23 GMT -5
"Irwyn," Wulf says with a nod. "Aye, devine intervention brought it to a swift end. Not before it could wreak some havoc, though."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 14, 2008 19:29:38 GMT -5
Leanna laughed, "But if a man kills a man a day, he is a fierce fighter. If a woman fucks a man a day, she is a wanton whore. But if she fucks the same man, again and again and again... on the same day? I don't know what they call that. And no cook would complain if a man sampled all the dishes laid before him" She licked her lips, "as long as he leaves room for the choicest meat." Rodrick chuckled, "If I like something I always want more. Yet you never know what you like until you try it first." His large fingers cupped her chin.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 14, 2008 19:32:39 GMT -5
Smallwood glanced at Frey, "I would love to face you across the battlefield one day. That would be an entertaining day." He smiled, "We judge people by actions, not words. I listen to words, the King ignores them completely."
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Dec 14, 2008 21:24:31 GMT -5
"I'll make a note of it." He notices Bealor aross the room. "Speaking of actions, I have someone to kill. Please excuse me, your grace."
He approaches the Manderlord almost like a blue lightning bolt, without warning or mercy. "Lord Dawnrose... I don't believe we met, but I understand you have some honor to rebuild. Would you care for a sparring match, I find these festivities very dull. Oh, I'm Frey, Victor Frey, Lord of the Crossing."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 14, 2008 21:24:40 GMT -5
"Irwyn," Wulf says with a nod. "Aye, devine intervention brought it to a swift end. Not before it could wreak some havoc, though." "Yes, divinie intervention," Loren muttered, "well maybe it is best for the realm, what do the Maesters say cut off the infection so the rest of the body can live?"
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Post by Tallahar on Dec 14, 2008 21:49:17 GMT -5
"I would enjoy the challenge of a quick spar with you Lord Frey but I am sorry I am waiting for my Betrothed and I do not think I should leave her waiting."
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Dec 14, 2008 21:55:36 GMT -5
"Oh, it'll take but a moment and I'm certan the court won't mind a free show. First blood! Won't it be entertaining?" His grin reminded one of a content shark.
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Post by Tallahar on Dec 14, 2008 22:07:11 GMT -5
"Um no I don't think she would like to find we sweating and maybe even bleeding. Some other time perhaps?"
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Post by Erik on Dec 14, 2008 22:16:31 GMT -5
"Ah, well, what to say. I will do my best to fill our coffers. I have made some new deals since I came to King's Landing. When will our townhouse be finished?" "Who can say, exactly? The longer builders work, the more they get paid, so they are inclined to slow things down a bit. Not less than six months, and not more than a year for the main structure, though. It will take some more time for the statuary and gardens, of course."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 14, 2008 22:46:24 GMT -5
Lord Danton Massey walked over to Tyberion Lannister, "There you are. I want to have a word with, now."
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Post by Erik on Dec 14, 2008 22:52:25 GMT -5
"Of course," Tyberion replies, "What can I do for you, Massey?"
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Post by The Smith on Dec 14, 2008 22:55:18 GMT -5
"I have been thinking, I truly do not wish to travel to your rugged wasteland." Danton did not maintain eye contact, but let his eyes flit about the room touching many different things. "Awful for horsemen, I think."
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Post by Erik on Dec 14, 2008 22:56:56 GMT -5
"It is, a bit. We manage well enough. So what are you thinking, then?" In contrast, Tyberion's eyes stay on Massey, taking in all he can.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 14, 2008 23:04:19 GMT -5
"I have decided to appoint a deputy to rule in my place." He smiled slightly, and his eyes studied the lines of the golden chandelier. "Any suggestions?"
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