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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2008 0:02:38 GMT -5
"I will have to show you around the city then," Leony said brightly, before Lettie could reply. "It is marvelous, even though it is not Oldtown. And I can see so much potential for a yellow doublet on you - velvet, I think," he mused, raking Robb Mallister with his eyes.
Leony grinned at Jory's words. "I have no doubt," he murmured. "I do so love great champions." He stroked his hand down Jory's arm. "Such strong men."
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Post by Horas on May 25, 2008 3:57:15 GMT -5
"Ah, no thank you," Robb mutters into his drink again, trying to be courteous despite his obvious discomfort. "I don't need clothes. I mean, uh, I do... but I already have them."
Jory takes another drink of House Avalon's finest concoction, then calmly removes Leony's hand from his arm. "I am sure you do," Jory remarks. "You have been here for a while, surely seen some of the other arrivals. Who do I need to watch out for in the tourney?"
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2008 4:10:10 GMT -5
"That is a pity," Leony cooed to Robb, fluttering his eyelashes and smiling. "You would look even yummier than you do now, dahling."
He grinned at Jory. "Well, I am hardly one to know about those things. Though I have heard Ser Podrick Foote is a frightful monster, killed a Duskendale knight and maimed Lady Aranya. And there's one ironborn woman, Asha Sparr, she has quite an original sense of style that I rather like - and is terrifying with her axe.
"There's also a knight of House Rosby that people seem to be excited about. Ser Roen Morrigen is another great hulk of a man, quite the fighter, they say. Not my type," Leony gave a delicate little shudder. "Ser Patrek Redfort, he's got a lovely pair of buns, and they say he's the fiercest and most dangerous fighter of the King's Men. Lord Harry Hornwood just turned up too, a northman, with a fearsome reputation. He is the rugged manly type, with a huge long beard...gave me pleasant shivers."
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Post by Tallahar on May 27, 2008 0:59:25 GMT -5
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Lord Garet walked into the large Inn. Though he may be a Lord know he still remembered where he came from. Sitting down the man began to slowly drink his Ale.
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2008 1:01:07 GMT -5
Lord Garet looked up when he heard five knights, dressed comfortably in wools and linens, with heavy winter cloaks, enter the inn. They were talking and laughing. Walking at the head were Ser Malcolm Hardyng, a famed warrior, and Ser Hugh Lynderly, the Scaled Knight, a very good-looking knight of great skill.
They were heading over to Ser Garet's table. "Mind if we join you, ser? There's plenty of room here for many more, and all the other tables are full." This was said by Ser Hugh.
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Post by Tallahar on May 27, 2008 1:02:40 GMT -5
Garet looked up, "Oh of course good Knights sit down. But there is a tax of the next round involved."
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2008 1:04:29 GMT -5
One of the knights laughed. "I think we could spare a few coins for your ale, ser. Who would you be?"
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Post by Tallahar on May 27, 2008 1:06:01 GMT -5
"I am the great and powerful Lord Garet Greenoak. Married to the only daughter of the former Regent of the Mander Rindwynd Tyrell. Close friend to the now Regent Tallahar Tyrell and very awesome with a sword."
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2008 1:20:52 GMT -5
"Ah," the knight said, sounding amused. "We are honored to buy you your ale, my lord." He beckoned and a petite, lovely barmaid sashayed up with a tray of their drinks, bending over as she served them.
Ser Hugh Lynderly introduced himself and his companions. "I am Ser Hugh Lynderly, and this is my friend Ser Malcolm Hardying." Ser Malcolm smiled and nodded. "This is Lord Harry Belmore," he said, indicating the knight that Lord Garet had just been speaking to. "And these are Ser Mychel Moore and Ser Leonard Torrent." Ser Mychel was known to be skilled with the battleaxe, and Ser Leonard equally ferocious with a mace.
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Post by Tallahar on May 27, 2008 1:22:40 GMT -5
"Welcome then Valeman. I take it your here for the Tourney?"
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2008 1:41:11 GMT -5
"Why else? Wouldn't drag myself out of Strongsong for just a wedding," Belmore said. "But there is always excitement at the prospect of giving the best knights in the realm a sound beating, and that is what I intend to do. I came here to be the Queen's champion."
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Post by Tallahar on May 27, 2008 1:42:27 GMT -5
"Every Knight in the realm wants to be that what makes you so special?" Garet to a large drink of his ale.
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2008 6:32:26 GMT -5
Lord Belmore drank deeply of the ale. "Because I'm Harry Belmore, that's why." He seemed to be half-jesting.
"I haven't seen the city this crowded in a long time," Ser Leonard mused.
"I have never even seen King's Landing before," The Hardyng knight shrugged.
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Post by Tallahar on May 27, 2008 18:31:35 GMT -5
"Kings Landing isn't much Hardying. Once you get over the smell. Well we shall see Harry who knows who will win this year."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2008 22:51:06 GMT -5
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There was a gentle knock on the gleaming hardwood door of Robb Mallister's room, and it was opened by a girl with curly dark hair and rosy cheeks. "Ser?" she asked, taking the opportunity to gaze at him with devotion. "You have visitors in the parlor."
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Hope you all are well and happy.