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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 27, 2009 19:19:57 GMT -5
"Oh yes. As the heir to King Aemon, I hereby grant you full pardon for the crime of depriving the Watch of this fine food you cook." Ariel gave a self-deprecating chuckle at that last. "Good whenever I actually get a kingdom to call my own." She winked lightly.
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Post by The Smith on May 27, 2009 19:29:56 GMT -5
The drunken youth talking to the other Targaryen sways unsteadily. "Rude? Just payin' a lady a compliment, eh, where's the harm in that?" "Well we are clearly from different worlds. Because in mine you were rude." Kyma smiled. "What is your name, rude little boy." |
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Post by Sam on May 27, 2009 19:55:07 GMT -5
Simon Tarly walks up to the bonfire, as ever Heartsbane hanging on his back, his curiosity piqued by the revelry. He lifted the flask that hung from his belt and took a swig. He had never been one for wine, tending to prefer a good bourbon. His eyes passed over those around him
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on May 27, 2009 20:11:55 GMT -5
The Drumm clan walks into the light made by the bonfire, he closed his eyes and felt the heat waft over him. It was a good night for festivities and he was willing to cut loose. He walked over to the cook pots and fell behind the Targaryen woman. His massive body cast a shadow over the fat man and the Dragon woman.
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 27, 2009 20:19:46 GMT -5
Ariel turned back towards the Ironborn and she gave a grin. "Food's good," she said, stepping sideways with Lydia to give him access to the stewpot. "Hot too, and we can use more of that."
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on May 27, 2009 20:24:48 GMT -5
He nods at her large bowl," Little woman eats a lot of food I see." He stepped up and got his bowl filled. He took a sip and liked how it tasted,"Lady......", he tried to figure which one she was and guessed,"Ariel is right, the food is good."
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 27, 2009 20:30:10 GMT -5
Ariel laughed. "I see someone remembers my name at least," she said cavalierly. The man didn't notice her change in colors, but then, it's not like she expected an Ironborn to give a damn. "Well met again, Lord Drumm." She grinned as she finished her bowl and ahhed.
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Post by Horas on May 27, 2009 20:31:17 GMT -5
"King Aemon?" Nute taps his ladle and the next bowl together, "Granted, it's been awhile since I've been in your Seven Kingdoms, but he was quite a few kings back, I thought. Did he get eaten by the dragon? Or was he killed by a faceless man?" He smiles again. "I can't rightly understand why anyone would want a crown. It just seems to get people killed."
Nute smiles at the big Ironborn. "Of course it's good. Secret recipe." He laughs, and the bone earrings that hang from his ears clatter together.
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The boy smirks at Kyma. "They call me Pol," he says. "You haven't heard it before, but you'll hear it again soon, that's fer sure."
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 27, 2009 20:38:53 GMT -5
Ariel laughed. "'course. A king's got to sit on a throne made of swords, too. Aemon was my great-uncle, he was the one who got fed to a dragon I think. Messy business that. But it's in the blood for me. Lot of people have gone after my family, and it might be the time to set it all right."
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Post by Horas on May 27, 2009 20:47:01 GMT -5
Nute chuckles. "If you survive the night, miss, then maybe I'll believe you. Odds are one of your fourth cousins twice removed will do you in before morning." He chuckles morbidly, then winks. "I'll give you two to one odds they use a knifeman instead of poison."
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 27, 2009 20:48:12 GMT -5
Ariel laughed. "I hope so. I'm better with knives, I might have a fighting chance there." She held out her bowl for seconds."
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Post by Horas on May 27, 2009 20:52:23 GMT -5
Nute fills it to the top. "Good luck to you, then. Seems like it'd be an awful shame for you to die." He grins toothily. "So what do you know about your competition, as it were?" He nods his head at the other Targaryen princess at the gathering.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 27, 2009 20:59:38 GMT -5
Imry finds himself sitting by the fire more somber than ever. He was still recovering from his drinking bout with Euric and his head left him feeling dizzy. The night was an extremely sobering one ironically, for though he had spent a large part of it trying to drink away the day he could not forget the wound at his side nor the men he had seen cut down. This day would live with him forever. Today he missed Braavos more than ever.
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 27, 2009 21:04:45 GMT -5
Ariel considered as she ate. "Princess Rhaenys has it won if she can hold things together," she said. "She's got a dragon and she's got one of the fastest sword-arms in Westeros. If she can't, or if another of the candidates knocks her off for some reason, and the next in line doesn't sit down firmly, then it's more of a toss-up."
She shrugged. "Her sisters seem talented, though not quite a match for her as a leader, and there's a couple half-brothers and a couple other cousins, but I don't know as much about them. And King Selwyn...Everyone knows he's a man of worth. Whatever happens, he'll be one of the winners, even if he doesn't get the throne back." Sip, sip.
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Post by Erik on May 27, 2009 21:11:07 GMT -5
Ragnor approaches Drumm when he comes near the fire, clapping the large man on the back.
"Some fine fighting out there, Drumm. I'm sure my father would have agreed."
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Hope you all are well and happy.