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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 28, 2009 8:40:36 GMT -5
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Jory sits on a log close enoug hto the bonfire to feel its heat and plays his lute for the enjoyment of all. He plays sad songs to lament for the dead, and fast, energetic songs to lift the spirits of the living.
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Post by Tallahar on May 28, 2009 8:46:07 GMT -5
A single man walk in and sits down beside Jory. He seems to enjoy the music but says nothing.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 28, 2009 8:50:27 GMT -5
Jory stops for a bit to wet his throat. After drinking his share of ale he turns to the man seated next to him, "Do you wish to hear anything specific Ser?"
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Post by Tallahar on May 28, 2009 8:57:01 GMT -5
"No you may continue." After a pause, "Singer tell me how long have you been with King Selwyn?"
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 28, 2009 9:01:10 GMT -5
Jory gave him a questioning look, "I would not say I am in the king's service, though I have played for many lords and ladies across the realm...most recently for Lord Tully. Why do you ask ser?" Jory begins playing a slow ballad while he waits.
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Post by Tallahar on May 28, 2009 9:03:13 GMT -5
"I haven't been home in over two years. I left family there and friends that I don't know if there still alive."
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 28, 2009 9:10:00 GMT -5
Jory nodded as he played. "I also left family and friends...everyone has. All we can do is pray to the Seven that they are safe when we return. Where are you from if I may ask?"
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Post by Tallahar on May 28, 2009 9:13:46 GMT -5
"The Mander. Dawnrose Keep actually. I am the Lord of it yet I have not stepped in it's Halls as it. Strange what war does to a man and the land."
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 28, 2009 9:17:03 GMT -5
Jory smiled, a dim look in his eyes. "War changes everything and everybody. I was a simple singer before the war...now I can not count the number of times I have needed to lift my hand to kill. This sword has grown as much a part of me as my lute."
Jory finally focuses on the scene in front of him, "But the fighting is done for now, we can return to our lives, such as they are. You to your keep and me to me traveling and song."
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Post by Tallahar on May 28, 2009 9:21:31 GMT -5
"War is never over singer. The Targaryens will see enemies somewhere or they will fight amongst themselves. I don't know but I do know there is little point in me hanging up my sword."
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 28, 2009 9:25:30 GMT -5
Jory's smile faded, "I know the truth of that my lord, but for a time there will be peace, a time for restoration before they start seeing enemies among their ranks. War was never a bother for me as a singer. I was no fighting man, but now I fear all will be drawn into it once more. I just pray for the peace to last awhile before the fighting begins anew."
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Post by Tallahar on May 28, 2009 9:28:41 GMT -5
"You believe in much singer. It seems good that some still believe such things."
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 28, 2009 9:45:09 GMT -5
"I believe because it gives me comfort. I know there is much good in man if you choose to see it. But I am not blind to the truth, I know there is little hope for a lasting peace."
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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 10:02:32 GMT -5
William Hill, a weary looking, gap-toothed old bandit, approached the bonfire from the direction of the camp. Taking a bowl of soup and a flagon of mead, he pulled up a position near where some lordlings and ladies were talking, and proceeded to slurp pleasantly while ignoring the lice which were fleeing the sudden heat of the fire.
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Post by The Smith on May 28, 2009 10:19:27 GMT -5
Kyma Targaryen walked around the fire leisurely. Her eyes studying the the movement and grace of the fire. Her path took her quite close to Hill.
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Hope you all are well and happy.