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Erik
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House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 23:47:54 GMT -5

Post by Erik on Nov 13, 2007 23:47:54 GMT -5

"I've been hit with worse, pursuing a woman," Erik tells her with a smile. He pulls his hair back and shows her a decent sized scar near his left temple. "A big metal spoon, I think it was. Really a waste, it didn't stop me, and she enjoyed herself just fine. Didn't like all my blood on her dress, but what can you do?"

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

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House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 23:52:25 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2007 23:52:25 GMT -5

Dacey looked at the scar, leaning a little closer than necessary, and laughed. "Once when a man was bedding me, I nearly bit his ear off, even though he was paying for the bedding. It only aroused him more."

A man came running in. "It's just been announced - the Dawn Raider will fight the Kingsguard for his life!"

Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 23:54:57 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2007 23:54:57 GMT -5 There was a frenzy of talk in the inn.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 23:55:10 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 13, 2007 23:55:10 GMT -5 "Sounds fun. Don't think I've got any decent scars on my ears," Erik tells her. But when the man runs in with his announcement, he turns and asks, "Did they say when it'll be?"
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

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House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 23:59:55 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2007 23:59:55 GMT -5

Dacey laughed at Erik, produced a knife, and blinked innocently.

"Dunno," the man said. "But when I left Ser Miles Oldflower said he'd be the King's Champion."

"Can I come see?" Dacey said, hanging over the edge of the bar counter now. "Lord Erik, do you think I'd be allowed? They say that when Miles Oldflower killed Allard Kinslayer, everyone got to watch, even the commons. Can I come with you and see?"

Erik
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House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 0:05:00 GMT -5

Post by Erik on Nov 14, 2007 0:05:00 GMT -5

Erik smirks at the girl. "I'm sure all and sundry will be allowed to be there. If you want a better view, I suppose I could bring you with me. But should a delicate little girl like yourself really be watching such bloodshed?" He asks her sarcastically.

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We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

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House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 0:07:13 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 0:07:13 GMT -5

"I saw two of my friends die when that bitch Shajura burned our place down," Dacey said flatly. "I saw Lady Blackheart cut off Mally's head. I've seen blood before, my lord."

Then she softened her hard tone and smiled. "But I've never seen one of those big trials."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 0:10:07 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 14, 2007 0:10:07 GMT -5 "Sure there's no Iron in your blood, girl? You sound damn near as harsh as a reaver yourself. But all right. I'll bring you along."
	Last Edit: Nov 14, 2007 0:10:29 GMT -5 by Erik We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 0:11:32 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 0:11:32 GMT -5 Dacey gave him a big grin. "For that, your drink's on the house. And if there was any iron in my blood, I'd be out robbing Dothrookies, not serving some bastard his ale."
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Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 0:13:39 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 14, 2007 0:13:39 GMT -5 "Some bastard?" Erik asks with mock anger, "That's no way to talk to Erik Coldiron, Lord of Bear Island. By rights, I should have you whipped, girl." He doesn't manage to hold his straight face very long.
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 0:17:29 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 0:17:29 GMT -5 "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Dacey said wickedly. She ordered Lettie to take her place, and left the inside of the bar to join him, smoothing her dress.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 0:19:17 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 14, 2007 0:19:17 GMT -5 "Not half so much as you, I'll wager." He slides his arm around the girl and pulls her onto his lap.
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 0:31:16 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 0:31:16 GMT -5 Dacey laughed at him, draping an arm over his shoulder. "I ought to punish you."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 0:38:06 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 14, 2007 0:38:06 GMT -5 "You are a mutinous little commoner," Erik says, chuckling as he gives her a pinch on her ass, "No, it falls to we nobles to dole out punishment to the smallfolk below, or on top, as the case may be."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 0:39:50 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 0:39:50 GMT -5 OOC: Aaargh, I have to go to bed. Dacey slapped his hand away, smiling. "I'm always on top."