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Post by The Stranger on Dec 8, 2009 14:39:33 GMT -5
"Just Stormlanders hmm..." The King said, "Alright." They make there way inside.
Becca nods at Steffon with a smile, "Why cuz, you have such a lovely home, I'm surprised I've not been here to see it before."
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Post by Sam on Dec 8, 2009 14:51:41 GMT -5
"I had assumed that any outside of the Stormlands would be coming more to seek your grace out at court, rather than to take part in my feasts. We all know what happened at the last feast I held," Steffon added a little sheepishly.
"That is a crying shame, my lady," Steffon said, kissing Becca's hand. "Though now that you are here you may experience all the beauty Storm's End has to offer. The view from atop the seaward wall at dawn is unparalleled, except perhaps by the views from the Eyrie or the Hightower."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 8, 2009 14:55:18 GMT -5
"Yes, indeed. Absolutely unparalleled except for the two or three examples that you can easily reference where it is obviously surpassed," Becca chuckles.
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Post by Sam on Dec 8, 2009 15:00:32 GMT -5
Steffon stuck out his tongue at his cousin, and then laughed with her, though his face turned serious after a moment. "How is your lady mother holding up, and your sister? Has there been any change in Aerie?" he asked softly, his concern evident.
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Post by Sam on Dec 9, 2009 20:51:55 GMT -5
///////////////////////////////////////////// Twenty-five more knights ride out of Storm's End, heading southeast.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 9, 2009 21:58:18 GMT -5
There is dust along the southern road. As it eventually gets closer, the Banner of the Sun and Spear is clearly visible, along with twenty knights riding in protection of a single rider.
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Post by Sam on Dec 9, 2009 22:07:56 GMT -5
The gate-guards eye the banner warily, for even in the most peaceful of times, relations between Storm's End and Sunspear had been more than unfriendly over the thousand years since the Rhoynar had come to Dorne.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 9, 2009 22:09:42 GMT -5
The rider with the banner approaches.
"Princess Ariadne Nymeros Martell, Lord Paramount of Dorne is here to attend his grace the King's Court! Open the gate!"
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Post by Sam on Dec 9, 2009 22:16:33 GMT -5
The guards begin to confer, and a superior officer is sent for. He in turn sends a runner to the castle, who returns ten minutes later breathing heavily, and the massive gates are creaked open allowing the Princess to enter. A group of servants are sent down, to lead the Princess and her knights to their respective quarters.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 9, 2009 22:24:53 GMT -5
The knights escort the Princess inside, she surveys carefully, behind a light and breezy veil of red silk.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 11, 2009 10:40:14 GMT -5
Dust appears on the horizon yet again.
The men at the gate house see the banner of the Lord of Wyl, with ten knights ahorse, surrounding a similar number of men who are walking, and looking exhausted and bedraggled.
"Lord Wyl of Wyl is here to see his grace the King!" The man shouts from beneath the Gatehouse.
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Post by Sam on Dec 11, 2009 10:44:08 GMT -5
The gate stands open, though inside there are two dozen men ready with spears, distrustful of the Dornishmen who approach.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 11, 2009 10:54:40 GMT -5
As they approach, they can easily see that the Dornishmen are leading about ten of their comrades through the gates in chains.
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Post by Sam on Dec 11, 2009 10:59:07 GMT -5
One of the guards spits at Lord Wyl's feet when he enters. The gate-captain indicates for the Lord to make his way up to the castle, though his knights are not permitted to join him.
"Strike off those chains," he said to the Dornishman who seemed to be in charge of the prisoners. "I'll not have Stormlanders fettered in their own home."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 11, 2009 11:17:31 GMT -5
"Fuck off!" Lord Wyl tells the gate guard, "These are brigands and raiders captured in Dorne, to be brought before his grace the King for Justice."
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