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Post by Horas on Sept 12, 2007 16:58:28 GMT -5
The wedding of Horas Blackwood and Jenny Tully is held, at the Lady Jenny's insistence, in the small sept within the Red Keep. The ceremony is fairly small, with most preparing for the coming war, but all are welcome to attend.
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Post by lordbalorgreyjoy on Sept 12, 2007 17:01:50 GMT -5
Balor turns up.
Probably the most unwelcome of all guests but he thought he'd see what welcome he would receive.
He nods to Horas & Jenny "May your gods bless this union, milord & lady" he said solemnly
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Post by Horas on Sept 12, 2007 17:21:22 GMT -5
Horas nods to Balor in turn. "And may your god as well, Lord Greyjoy," he says. Horas takes a drink from a silver flask, then says, "I understand there is another Greyjoy in the city now. It will be good for Urri to have a cousin close by."
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Post by lordbalorgreyjoy on Sept 12, 2007 17:35:30 GMT -5
Balor looks uncomfortable "Yes well, I suppose we shall see about that"
Changing tack he said "Where are the rest of your family?"
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Post by Horas on Sept 12, 2007 17:45:55 GMT -5
"We shall see about that?" Horas repeats, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by lordbalorgreyjoy on Sept 12, 2007 18:00:53 GMT -5
Balor said stiffly "I merely meant that an 8yr old would have little interest in associating with a man near grown"
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Post by Horas on Sept 12, 2007 18:51:53 GMT -5
"As you say, Lord Balor," Horas says, "Though perhaps he could be a good role-model for the boy. To your earlier question, I'm afraid most of my family is back at Raventree Hall. It is a pity; I would have liked to see them here."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 12, 2007 19:04:25 GMT -5
Lord Eddard Tully enters the wedding with a dour look on his face. He hugs his sister and nods to Horas before frowning hard at Greyjoy. "What are you doing here?"
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 12, 2007 23:23:21 GMT -5
A wedding! Seth thought excitedly. It would be a small ceremony, but since knew that any were welcome, he knew he would not be barred, as he had from previous occasions. Strapping his new sword to his side, he made his way down to the small sept in the Red Keep.
He had spent most of the day and yesterday polishing and scraping the armor in the training hall's armory. He cursed inwardly whilst laboring, but his thoughts constantly drifted back to the sword his master had given him. With a true sword, forged for him personally, he was closer to being a Knight than he had ever been.
That was an exciting prospect, adding that Ser to the front of his name, and with it, a whole new tier of respect. Ser Seth Greyjoy. Unfortunate last name that he bore.
Well that just means I'll have to earn a nickname. Then people will forget the Iron in me. He smirked as he opened the doors to the sept, fantasizing about being knighted and receiving a nickname, and slaying dragons, and bedding maidens. However, as he closed the door behind him, he stopped. Standing hardly ten feet from him was his uncle Balor.
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Post by Horas on Sept 12, 2007 23:44:54 GMT -5
A tall, auburn-haired knight is lounging boredly around, taking drinks from a large goblet of wine. He notices the newcomer, and walks over to him.
"I haven't seen you around," the knight says, the hint of a smile around his mouth, "I'm Kennos Keath."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 13, 2007 0:30:38 GMT -5
"Erm...H-hello." Seth said. His uncle seemed not to have noticed him as of yet, he shook his head and smiled at the auburn haired young man.
"I'm Seth Greyjoy, squire to Ser Giles Grandison of the Kingsguard." He did not bother keeping his voice down. Let his uncle notice him. "And you?" He asked, in genuine interest, only half-paying attention to the other Greyjoy in the room.
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Post by melon on Sept 13, 2007 1:01:20 GMT -5
Tallahar walks into the wedding wearing his best cloak and tunic that the could be made he walks directly to Horas and embraces him, "M"lord Horas I say it has been to long for you to unwed and a Tully a very fine match that way the Blackwoods will always have the supreme claim from King Callen as well. I am pleased for you."
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Post by lordbalorgreyjoy on Sept 13, 2007 4:33:19 GMT -5
Balor began to answer Horas when Eddard Tully rudely interrupted him "It was my understanding all were welcome here, Lord Commander", he said coldly.
"I also understood this to be a happy event, though you seem to be treating this more as a funeral by your demenor. Does the thought of your sister marrying your family's usurpers have a somewhat sour taste to it?" he said with a slight smile
He paid no heed to the young squire when he entered, he had no seen him since he was a child after all. He turned to look at him when he loudly proclaimed his identity however, a cool glance with no emotion behind it. He looked soft, like the rest of these greenlander knights. Perhaps the iron and salt had been removed from him. "Good", thought Balor. "Let him take on Sers and their heathen gods. He becomes less an ironborn with each gaudy bought garment he wears".
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Post by The Smith on Sept 13, 2007 6:31:34 GMT -5
Tully blinked twice, "Everything has felt like a funeral since the burning of my boy hood home. Especially the brutal way it was treated. After that happens to Pyke you will have to tell me how it feels for you."
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Post by Lilith Royce on Sept 13, 2007 7:38:14 GMT -5
Bella and Amdle wandered the crowd, Bella in her best soft leather, Amdle in his finest merchant's gear. Bella recognized Seth as Greyjoy from his look. He was soft and green looking but still had the long face and eyes touched by the sea of the rest of the family.
When they heard sharp voices from Balor's corner, they wandered over. Bella was keenly aware where her dagger--her axe subsitute for the occasion--was.
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Hope you all are well and happy.