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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 18:15:10 GMT -5
The Lord Commander, the First Ranger, Steward and Builder invited every one of note to a celebratory feast in the great hall of Castle Black. Hot, excellent food is being served, and the last of the Castle's store of wine.
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Post by Tallahar on May 31, 2009 18:24:37 GMT -5
Edmure comes but he does not seem to be happy about it where Randal is overjoyed about the idea for a feast. The Bastard quickly takes up a goblet and begins to drink.
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 18:29:27 GMT -5
Selwyn and Lord Pristyle Roxton enter the room. They move toward their seats and sit. Selwyn glumly.
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 18:36:44 GMT -5
The men of the Traitors' Sons sat in the corner, eating and drinking quietly amongst themselves. Talyn sat on the edge closest to the others, and scanned the room for faces he recognized from the past years fighting.
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Post by Marie on May 31, 2009 18:39:03 GMT -5
Rhaenys arrived with her usual followers.
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 18:40:25 GMT -5
Talyn stood as the Queen entered, and gestured for his men to do the same. He watched the procession of Targaryens as they took the seats of honor.
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 18:41:36 GMT -5
Rolf Followed close behind his Queen.
Kyma Targaryen entered the room and sat beside her sister.
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 18:48:16 GMT -5
Talyn's eyes followed the shortest Targaryen sister as she made her way across the room.
"Ah, so that's why you've not been sleeping at night eh, Old Dog knows all about that." William said.
"Shut up William."
"Ah.. yes captain."
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Post by swedishchameleon on May 31, 2009 18:52:14 GMT -5
Close to Rolf, Ser Mearn stood in what could be described as white garb , though nowhere as white as the legends told about the Kingsguard clothing. He felt a little bit awkward standing there, as the turn of events had caught him by surprise, but he did his best to hold a respectable appearance as he was a Queenguard now.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 31, 2009 18:55:22 GMT -5
Oswell sits with a few lord of the Riverlands and the Reach, dressed in a simple jerkin with the leaping trout on the shoulder. Only Ser James accompanies him, Cleos preferring to stay with the men.
Oswell eats small portions and drinks little, his appetite not being right since the death of both his father and brothers. He looks on at the Queen's party, reminding himself he still had to find time to speak with her.
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Post by Flex on May 31, 2009 18:55:26 GMT -5
Ser Euric Dayne entered alone, seating himself at one of the tables. He looked around the room for a moment, then waited patiently for his food.
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 19:14:21 GMT -5
Ragnor arrives with his aunt and the usual captains. They quickly commandeer a table, and a cask of wine.
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 20:29:07 GMT -5
Lysa Penny stood with a half empty croft of wine in one hand.
"Dance! This is a party, everybody needs to dance!"
She yanks a clearly terrified Jax to his feet, his palms sweaty, he loses her grip, and the girl goes stumbling backwards, covering the Iron born table in red wine.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on May 31, 2009 20:29:50 GMT -5
Lady Shah arrives with her translator and a guard, each chatting happily in Myrish about the festive mood.
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Post by Ser Beric Dayne on May 31, 2009 20:38:52 GMT -5
Ser Owen Lannister arrives, having bathed for the first time in ages he felt near ten pounds the lighter, so much dirt and crud did he rinse from himself.
He takes a seat across the table from a queer looking silver haired fellow, as silver hair seemed to be the style of the season, and Owen was nothing if not fashionable. He was accompanied by Ser Liam Crakehall, his grizzled old companion, as well as his good friend, Jason Coolhearth.
Though he was normally well mannered, Owen dove into his food with the vigor that only an eighteen year old on a long campaign could. He'd lost weight since all this had begun, more than he cared to imagine. The frame he'd worked so hard on building was now more sinewy than muscular, and he aimed to change that as quickly as possible.
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Hope you all are well and happy.