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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Jul 5, 2009 19:31:39 GMT -5
Recognition dawned in his eyes, which did wonders to relieve the coldness of his manner. "Obara? Of course you know me, its Gaspard, Gaspard Yronwood. I apologize, these events are full of people looking for quick status." He gestured to the chair beside him. "Please, sit with me. Be my bodyguard for a moment or two."
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Post by The Flint on Jul 5, 2009 20:40:01 GMT -5
Talyn Thatcher arrived, wearing black chain-mail over a quilted blue tunic, black breeches and boots. Despite being largely functional it is easy to imagine it's the best piece of clothing the sellsword lord owns.
On his arm is his wife, Princess Kyma Targaryen, looking suitably fashionable and attractive, her bright red hair beginning to finally gain something of its former length and glory.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 5, 2009 23:30:37 GMT -5
Selwyn, and the Martell lad have been standing in a closed alcove for a while waiting.
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on Jul 6, 2009 0:30:27 GMT -5
Ariel sent an amused glance at Kyma as she and Thatcher appeared.
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Post by Borcas Redwyne on Jul 6, 2009 1:49:24 GMT -5
Borcas and his Bloodriders offered quite a spectacle, clad from head to toes in the Dothraki fashion, with freshly oiled knots. They sat somewhere in the crowd, along with Ser Aethan.
OOC- I will not take part in any RP to the wedding, since I stil haven't time, I just posted my presence. Most likely I wont answer to anybody who will speak to me.
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Post by Edric Stark on Jul 6, 2009 4:36:19 GMT -5
Ser Gerald arrived at the Great Sept an slid his glance over the wedding guests.
He walked over to the lord Yronwood and took a seat without any introduction. "The hell are you doing here, brother? Enjoying the wedding?" he sneered at his remark.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Jul 6, 2009 4:46:16 GMT -5
He has been practicing his greeting all day. "I was, until you sat down. Why aren't you guarding your princess? Feel a bit redundant when she's carrying that bow of hers?"
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jul 6, 2009 4:46:29 GMT -5
Lord Oswell Tully arrived, clad in silver chainmail under a tunic of the Tully colors. He wears his hair down around his houlders, having had little time to have it cut while afield.
Oswell takes a seat on the grooms side and smiles at those near him, though offering little conversation. When he sees Lord Thatcher he makes a mental note to speak wit him later.
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Post by Edric Stark on Jul 6, 2009 4:52:46 GMT -5
Gerald laughed. "The princess took a few days off." he said, already knowing what his brother will answer.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Jul 6, 2009 5:12:06 GMT -5
"Redundant and unwanted. And I thought this wedding would disappoint me." He studied the crowd. "Your nephew is here somewhere, playing with the other noble whelps. He's expecting dragon stories from you."
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Post by Edric Stark on Jul 6, 2009 5:37:18 GMT -5
"Dragon stories? Damn, is he your son or not?"
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Jul 6, 2009 5:42:08 GMT -5
Gerald only recieved a long glare.
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Post by Edric Stark on Jul 6, 2009 5:50:06 GMT -5
He chuckled and noticed the dornishwoman seated next to Gaspard. "Hello, m'lady." he said, recognizing one of the queen's followers.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Jul 6, 2009 6:08:11 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes, almost intentionally. "I'm sure you've foiled enough royal assassinations together to know eachother, but just in case, Obara Ladybright, my brother Gerald."
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Post by Edric Stark on Jul 6, 2009 6:13:41 GMT -5
"I know her, we both grew up on the same island, brother." Gerald said.
"So why did you come here? Just to attend the wedding? I doubt that. Tell."
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Hope you all are well and happy.