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Post by lordbalorgreyjoy on Sept 13, 2007 8:14:33 GMT -5
Balor actually grinned at Eddard "You at least you have plenty of fight left in you Ser. I admire that. Had you been at Riverrun rather than the witless fools I encountered perhaps a deal would have been struck, but that's a tide long past. As for the same happening to Pyke?" Balor shrugged "Perhaps, but we would put up a better fight and I would not have been hiding away while it was happening."
Balor hurried on before Eddard could interrupt "But I am not here to remind you of how far your house has fallen, Eddard Tully. I hope your fortunes improve with this marriage and that one day the trout, and not the crow or lion of Lannister flies from Riverrun once more."
Tilting his glass at Eddard, he sips and wanders away into the throng.
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Post by syd on Sept 13, 2007 9:26:21 GMT -5
Oliver Caswell, in the midst of a dozen Reach knights, attends the wedding. He congratulates both Horas and Jenny.
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Post by syd on Sept 13, 2007 9:46:02 GMT -5
The group of Reach men rather slowly walk to join the Ironborn Lord. Oliver introduces himself as the heir to Bitterbridge.
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Post by lordbalorgreyjoy on Sept 13, 2007 9:54:26 GMT -5
Lord Balor greets Oliver Caswell "Lord...Caswell, is it? I am unfamilar with all these southron coats of arms. I see you are not with Lord Tyrell in the North? How peculiar."
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Post by syd on Sept 13, 2007 10:03:36 GMT -5
"My father is still Lord of Bitterbridge, but you did read my coat well. And you are correct...Barret has sailed north, but he left me as his representative in King's Landing. This is a fine wedding, don't you think?", Oliver said, raising a nearly empty wine goblet to his mouth, "The bride is a pretty one."
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Post by lordbalorgreyjoy on Sept 13, 2007 10:05:29 GMT -5
Balor nodded "Ah, my apologies Ser Caswell. Current events in the rest of the Seven Kingdoms occassionally pass us by, perched on our stone perch in the rough seas" he smiles casually. "Have you heard from Lord Tyrell? How goes it in the North?" he said, nonchalantly.
Looking across to Jenny Tully he continues in a soft voice "A little skinny and pale for my tastes but it is truly a political union more than a union of love. Blackwood secures his hold on the riverlands and the last serious challenge to his primacy is effectively neutered. Anything sprung from the loins of Lady Tully is a Blackwood in truth and her brother is sworn to celibacy as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. A clever move by our Master of Whispers. He bears a more careful eye it seems..." he looks across at Horas and smiles warmly "A dangerous man indeed..." he mutters under his breath.
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Post by syd on Sept 13, 2007 10:10:57 GMT -5
"I've heard that his men have landed on the shores of the Rills, but that was the last word I received." He gave a long pause as if he didn't care to talk more about this, "I can understand our different taste in women. Personally I'm not a fan of muscles on women", Oliver sighed, "Pity that she's being married to such a queer."
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Post by Horas on Sept 13, 2007 10:21:04 GMT -5
Horas nods and replies in turn to the various well-wishers. "I can only hope my marriage will be as blessed as yours, Lord Tallahar," he says to Tyrell.
He raises a hand for peace between Balor and Eddard. "Let us not sour this occasion with fighting, my lords," he turns to Eddard, "I am having Riverrun rebuilt. The raven and weirwood will fly from her ramparts henceforth, but her children will always be as much Tully as they are Blackwood."
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Post by lordbalorgreyjoy on Sept 13, 2007 10:22:23 GMT -5
"Well said, Lord Horas. Ser Caswell & I were just saying how radiant the bride is looking. You are a fortunate man, yes?" Balor smiled warmly.
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Post by syd on Sept 13, 2007 10:24:51 GMT -5
"Yes, a pretty one. Very pretty. Very."
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Post by Horas on Sept 13, 2007 10:34:21 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. Kennos laughs. "A boy squiring for a boy. The white knights are all a bit too puffed up for their own good, if you ask me. As for me... I already told you I'm Kennos Keath." Kennos pauses, as if that is all the introduction necessary for a man such as him. Kennos grins and claps Seth on the shoulder. "We should fight sometime. I was disappointed when the king said we couldn't go to Pyke and kill some fucking Greyjoys." |
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Post by Horas on Sept 13, 2007 10:40:14 GMT -5
Horas turns toward Balor and Oliver. Jenny smiles at the compliment, and Horas says, "Of course. I am convinced there is no man luckier than I, to have found such a wonderful bride."
Horas looks at Oliver for a moment longer. "I do not believe we have met, Ser. I am Horas Blackwood." Horas offers his hand to shake.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Sept 13, 2007 10:42:12 GMT -5
Callen visited the wedding briefly, and then moved north with a collection of stormland, and crownland forces.
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Post by syd on Sept 13, 2007 11:22:02 GMT -5
"I am Oliver Caswell. I'm pleased to meet the gracious groom in person, you reputation precedes you."
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Post by syd on Sept 13, 2007 11:26:03 GMT -5
Lord James Chester, dressed gaily in bright red, joins the wedding party with half a dozen minor Reach nobles.
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Hope you all are well and happy.