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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Aug 12, 2009 13:56:47 GMT -5
A famous and mighty keep and the seat of power of House Baratheon, Lord Paramounts of the Stormlands
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Aug 12, 2009 13:58:40 GMT -5
Lord Rowan Trant and Ser Jefford and a small party head up the path towards Storm's End, the Hanged Man of House Trant is prominently displayed. Rowan stops when he reaches the Gate Guard.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 12, 2009 14:08:01 GMT -5
The Gate guard smile and wave them on.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Aug 12, 2009 15:22:32 GMT -5
Rowan smiles back and follows the servants direction towards where Lord Eustace Baratheon was, while he had sent word of his intention to visit he had not given a reason because frankly he didn't have one other then to stay in the good graces of his Lord.
Under his arm he held a polished oak box of about 6 inches wide and a 10 inches long. He waited patiently for the servant to inform his Lord so that he might be seen.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 12, 2009 22:35:23 GMT -5
Eustace came out to him. He was a very tall man, and looked as strong as an oak. His dark hair and long beard were the color of storm clouds. Yet he had a large smile on his face. "Trant. You look well." He offered the other man his hand.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Aug 12, 2009 22:57:07 GMT -5
Rowan rendered proper honors to his Lord, "Yes thank you mi'lord. . . I have been well. It seems that the peace has done you well as well. I have a gift. . . it is not much but I saw an artisan with one and just had to purchase it."
Rowan took the box from under his arm and sat it gently on a nearby table. He opened the box to reveal a large pewter ale cup with a stags horn polished smooth for the handle. On its face a large crowned stag frolicked freely on a yellow field.
Underneath the stag was the words, "Ours is the Fury"
Rowan presented it proudly to his Lord Paramount, "I thought you might have use for this now that we are no longer on the march?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 12, 2009 23:00:34 GMT -5
Eustace smiled, and traced a large finger over the engraving, "This is good man. Much appreciated. Now I must keep an eye open for something fitting for you. I will not allow myself to bested in any challenge." He wrapped an arm around Rowan's shoulder, "Come inside, and I will test it out with you." He began to walk toward the keep.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Aug 12, 2009 23:32:25 GMT -5
Rowan followed, he had forgotten how tall the man was and even at well over 6 foot he still had to walk quickly to keep pace.
"Mi Lord you remember my cousin Ser Jerrod of House Lonmouth," Rowan said introducing his cousin, he is the second son of my father's younger sister, though she has since passed on."
Jerrod bowed his head slightly, "Excellent to see you again mi lord,"
"Now the artisan was very specific that this was an ale mug, and to be careful that mead would ruin the flavor," Rowan replied as he followed Eustace towards the center of the Keep."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 13, 2009 0:28:33 GMT -5
"A pleasure Jerrod. And of course I remember." Eustace offered the man a smile, ""Ale, of course. Mead is for our reaving cousins. Ale is more... civilized." He laughed gruffly as he walked into the kitchens. Grabbing other mugs he began to fill them from a large ale keg handing them out to his new companions.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Aug 13, 2009 8:34:35 GMT -5
Rowan and Jefford took their Lord's offering eagerly raising the mug to their lips. "Mmmm delightful," Rowan said, "it appears that your alesman did not slack while you were away. . . the ingredients are they local or imported? It has a bit of a taste of the Reach, in my opinion."
"Anything would taste better then the piss you serve," Jefford quipped laughing.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 13, 2009 10:27:20 GMT -5
Eustace smiled, "Local I think. I let Francis, my casltellan deal with making the ale. And he has preformed well." He filled his mug and then motioned them to join him around a prep table. Sitting on a tall stool he asked, "Do you bare any news with you?"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Aug 13, 2009 11:16:34 GMT -5
Rowan smiled, "Nay, few men pass by Gallowsgrey and even fewer women, nothing but old and tired faces, there aye Jerrod?" he said looking to his cousin for agreement.
"Indeed," Jerrod said as he took another sip from the mug, "we hear rumors but so far they have not seemed to be particulary scandalous or the least bit interesting."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 13, 2009 11:18:56 GMT -5
Eustace nodded, "Any rumors about the council at Gulltown?" His face twitched at that, his cheeks reddened.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Aug 13, 2009 11:33:43 GMT -5
"I had heard that the Queen's meeting with Royce went particularly poorly and that Royce now threatened Kingslanding from Duskendale," Rowan said with a bit of a chuckle, indicating he put little stock in its veracity as he took another swill.
"While there may be a bit of truth in the first part, I can hardly see Royce threatening the Capital so overtly even if he was insulted by such a large show of force from the Crownland Fleet at Gulltown."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 13, 2009 11:37:52 GMT -5
"He is my uncle, and I can tell you this. He will not attack. Selwyn was king to him, but after I wrote of Selwyn's fall into madness he does not want to force the issue." Eustace replied, "He wrote and hinted that perhaps I should be regent to the triplets. I am going to put a stop to that I think. They should be with there mother for now. If she resists fostering them then I will have to speak up, because the eldest one, damn I keep forgetting his name, needs a proper role model."
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5