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Post by Flex on Jun 6, 2008 0:57:17 GMT -5
Darien once again blocked her way, this time with a more determined look on his face. "Shho what do the islands have, eh? A bunch of men on a ship trying to get your clothes off every night! No one ishh gonna care even the slightest about Asha Sparr! And don't telll me you'll geld them all becaushhe I'm damn sure there will be at leashht a few men stronger than you!" He backed off a little then and his face dropped somewhat. "You can't tell me you care nothing for poor Greenstone here."
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Post by The Stranger on Jun 6, 2008 1:03:29 GMT -5
"Fuck you Darien! You're only tolerable when you're drunk, and We can't keep you permanently sloshed. When your sober your a know it all prick."
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Post by Flex on Jun 6, 2008 1:10:57 GMT -5
"Well that may be, I'll admit to that! But you aren't so friendly yourshhelf! Why right now you're inshhulting me for nooo reason! But you know what - I ignore all of that because those are the thingshh that make you you! And there ishhn't one day where I'll be walking next to you without thinking 'The woman at my side is Asha of house Sparr!'" he stepped aside and pointed to the door. "But if you want to leave and be unhappy on your bloody islandshh then go for it!"
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Post by The Stranger on Jun 6, 2008 1:12:15 GMT -5
"What are you saying Darien?" Asha said, leaning inwards towards him quizzically.
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Post by Flex on Jun 6, 2008 1:17:08 GMT -5
"I am shhaying what I was earlier on - That I love you Asha Sparr! I'd bloody well kill every shhingle man in Westeros for you! If you were thirshhty and there was nothing to drink, why, I'd go and shhteal a flagon of ale from the table of that Drowned God of yourshh!" Somehow this was not how he had imagined ever for him to tell his feelings to his first ever love.
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Post by The Stranger on Jun 6, 2008 1:18:22 GMT -5
Asha appraised him silently. "What else would you do?" She asked, after a short while.
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Post by Flex on Jun 6, 2008 1:25:11 GMT -5
For a moment Darien didn't know what to say but then it all came to him. "I'd shhcout the whole world for a dragon if you shho wanted one, and when you'd had enough of it, I'd kill it with my bare handshh! I'd shhwim naked from here to the Wall, and for every league I did it I would go on land and kill ten men! No, in fact - I'd go far beyond that bloody cold wall, find The Othershh and kill all of them!" Then something came to him and he didn't know if it was genius or stupidity. "I'd let myshhelf be drowned and reborn for you!"
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Post by The Stranger on Jun 6, 2008 1:26:36 GMT -5
Asha opened her eyes a little wider.
"Alright." She said quietly, sternly. "Let's do it."
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Post by Flex on Jun 6, 2008 1:28:57 GMT -5
Darien looked taken aback. He was about to ask if she meant the dragon thing but then realised it was probably the drowning. "Ah... Alright! But, where exactllyy ishh there water for us to do thishh with?" He knew exactly where there was water but he was simply scared. I am going to die...
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Post by The Stranger on Jun 6, 2008 1:29:44 GMT -5
"We'll go down by the harbor. It's gotta be saltwater." She said, snatching him by the elbow, "c'mon."
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Post by Flex on Jun 6, 2008 1:31:03 GMT -5
Darien winced a little bit but followed the woman without protest. I am actually going to die... die!!!
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Post by Horas on Jun 14, 2008 0:38:48 GMT -5
Ser Robb Mallister arrives at Bronzehall. His shoulders are set, but he nonetheless approaches the formidable gate with some degree of trepidation. He has worn his finest for the occasion, a well-tailored doublet in the colors of his house, the silver eagle emblazoned proudly on its front. He looks every inch the gallant knight with his broad shoulders and ceremonial sword slung on one hip.
Robb stops when challenged by the guards and requests a formal audience with Lady Aranya Royce.
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Post by Horas on Jun 14, 2008 1:21:19 GMT -5
"Lady Royce," Robb says courteously, bowing formally to her, "I have come to make a request of you, regarding your ward, the Lady Rhae Rykker."
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Post by Horas on Jun 15, 2008 19:42:19 GMT -5
Robb's indignation at being addressed in such a way is plain, and he has to bite his lip to stop from shooting out an angry retort.
"I will not," he says. "I would care for Rhae and protect her with my life. You have my word as a knight that I have no designs on your son's lands or keep." He breathes in deeply, then continues in softer tones. "I am aware of the difficulty this places you in, Lady Aranya, but my love for Rhae does not heed such logic."
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Post by House Dustin on Jun 16, 2008 0:36:46 GMT -5
Roland came to Bronzehall to spend a day preparing to take his father back to the Vale. He came in the front with Lady Shahi, his squire Robert, and his page Cyrus Varner. He saw young Ser Robb held by men with his cousin holding a sword to Robb's cheek. "Aranya! What is the meaning of this?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.