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Old Wyk
Feb 13, 2009 14:01:16 GMT -5
Post by Fel on Feb 13, 2009 14:01:16 GMT -5
One of the Iron Islands, ruled by House Drumm.
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Old Wyk
Feb 13, 2009 14:02:15 GMT -5
Post by Fel on Feb 13, 2009 14:02:15 GMT -5
Lord Rent Drumm summons his son Orillion to see him in his chambers of Drumm keep.
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Old Wyk
Feb 13, 2009 16:36:00 GMT -5
Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Feb 13, 2009 16:36:00 GMT -5
Orillion arrives and sits at his father's bedside,"You called."
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Old Wyk
Feb 18, 2009 12:25:02 GMT -5
Post by Fel on Feb 18, 2009 12:25:02 GMT -5
"My son," Rent rasps from his bed, "finally you have come." The Drumm had never been a patient man, and sickness had not changed that.
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Old Wyk
Feb 18, 2009 19:42:39 GMT -5
Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Feb 18, 2009 19:42:39 GMT -5
Orillion smiled,"I see your still as impatient as ever father, so what have you called me here for?"
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Old Wyk
Feb 18, 2009 23:41:36 GMT -5
Post by Fel on Feb 18, 2009 23:41:36 GMT -5
Rent coughed. "At least have the decency to not seem so glad to see me in such a state," he said with as much anger as he could muster.
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Old Wyk
Feb 19, 2009 16:00:07 GMT -5
Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Feb 19, 2009 16:00:07 GMT -5
He laughed this time,"I'm not laughing at your illness, I'm laughing at how you haven't changed a bit."
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Old Wyk
Feb 21, 2009 19:15:41 GMT -5
Post by Fel on Feb 21, 2009 19:15:41 GMT -5
"You thought I would have changed? That this illness could undo me?" He let out a short, sharp bark of laughter, but that was quickly followed by a coughing fit.
"I will be back to my full strength soon, the priests assure me. The Drowned God is not looking for me to feast at his table yet. But it will not do for the Drumms to look weakened by this. You must show all that that we are as strong as we ever were," he said fiercely, his face going red from the effort.
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Old Wyk
Feb 21, 2009 19:26:26 GMT -5
Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Feb 21, 2009 19:26:26 GMT -5
Orillion laughed again,"Well thats a relief, so what exactly is it that you called me here for, certainly not just to say that the Drumm's can't look weak."
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Old Wyk
Feb 21, 2009 20:07:39 GMT -5
Post by Fel on Feb 21, 2009 20:07:39 GMT -5
"My sword," Rent says, jutting his head over to where the Valyrian steel sword Red Rain was leaned against a wall in it's blood red sheathe, "it is a symbol of our power, a symbol of our ruthlessness. We paid the proper coin for it, and all know we are true Ironborn when they see it."
"Take it, wield it. Show them all that we are unweakened. But do not get too comfortable with it. It is my sword until I die, and that will not be happening soon," he insisted again.
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Old Wyk
Feb 21, 2009 20:34:45 GMT -5
Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Feb 21, 2009 20:34:45 GMT -5
OOC: I thought it might be best to do it before the tourney so I can explain how I got back to the Islands so fast.
Orillion nodded and grabbed the sword before leaving. He then departs Old Wyk for the Kings Gaurd tourney.
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