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Post by House Dustin on Nov 17, 2009 9:36:51 GMT -5
Goldsmith Manor had burned in the fires of King's Landing. As the city started to get back on its feet, Tyberion bid Conwell to build a new Lannister residence in King's Landing. Conwell chose to build a large estate in the now less densely populated King's Landing. A large walled green space in the northwest corner of the old city bounds, The Gilded Meadows lie on two small hills. The hill nearer the gate in the wall has a small and mostly ceremonial keep structure including a hall for entertaining with attached servant and guards quarters. On the farther hill was built a manor house for the lord, two smaller but still finely aquitted structures, one for each of Conwell's paramours, and a fourth structure for housing any noble guest who wanted to stay. The grounds were characterized by fine trees from all over the world as well as flower gardens boasting the most beautiful growth found in The Reach.
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 17, 2009 9:41:50 GMT -5
Conwell's party arrived in King's Landing and took up residence at The Guilded Meadows. With him, as his custom, his wife, two paramours, and son Dustin. Lord Brax took up residence in the guest villa, and several of the knights of the West found station at the keep or pitched tents in the gardens, among them the Brothers Jast, and Clarence Dogget.
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Post by Erik on Nov 17, 2009 21:20:12 GMT -5
Mors arrives at the manor when he gets to the city, hoping to find a place to stay among the other knights of the West.
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 24, 2009 11:55:17 GMT -5
Conwell returns to the Gilded Meadows following the murder of Lord Thatcher. He bids Lord Brax goodnight, makes sure a guard is posted at the entrances to the estate and then retreats to his corners. He removes his costume and throws it in a heap as soon as he is within, his thoughts and emotions more deeply affect than he or probably anyone else might have expected.
He'd ended up spending a great deal of time with this man whose demeanor was famously colder than his own, and yet he'd grown to respect him and look up to him where matters of the state were concerned. He drank deeply of wine and then collapsed into a bed that he shared with those three women he was close to and slept deeply.
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 24, 2009 14:35:04 GMT -5
The next morning Conwell came awake, revealing a dull headache and a dull morning. He prized a hand out from underneath Marietta, who murmured, and snuck from the bed carefully to avoid disturbing the women sleeping there. He pulled on a robe and sat at a table, pouring himself some wine from the vessel resting on the selfsame table.
He placed his forehead in the palm of his hand and rubbed as if to pull the headache from his skull. He drained the wine and went outside, finding the chief steward of the Gilded Gardens, Kigget,and telling him to fetch a willing knight from the grounds and bring him here.
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 24, 2009 14:46:54 GMT -5
Kigget cursed something about being a messenger boy under his breath as he stepped out of doors into an overcast day draped over the gardens of the estate. He spotted a young knight sitting on a stool and tending to his sword next to his tent. Kigget couldn't recognize the arms displayed but they looked strangely Dornish to him. "You, there. Would you serve your overlord this day?"
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Post by Erik on Nov 24, 2009 19:13:51 GMT -5
The knight looks up from sharpening his longaxe. "Of course, as always. What does Lord Conwell wish of me?"
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 25, 2009 9:32:14 GMT -5
Kigget nodded. "Come with me."
He led the knight back to the Lord's Manor where Conwell sat writing something. Conwell looked up. "You, I know you." Conwell rubbed at his lips, "Ser Mors... I fought with you in the melee the other day, yes?"
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Post by Erik on Nov 25, 2009 15:49:45 GMT -5
Mors nods quickly at the question. "Yes, milord. Sadly, I did not do so well as I might have. But I don't waste too much time worrying about mock war."
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 30, 2009 8:33:03 GMT -5
Conwell nodded. "Indeed" He reached up and in his hand were three letters sealed with wax bearing the mark of Lannister. "Deliver these please." One was addressed to the King, one to Becca Thatcher, and one to Ser Rickon Ball.
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Post by Erik on Nov 30, 2009 18:03:31 GMT -5
"Of course, milord!" Mors replies, acceptibg the letters and tucking them into a pocket in his cloak with a flourish. "Your correspondence shall be safe with me, delivered with speed beyond any raven! No other instructions, milord?"
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 30, 2009 18:34:17 GMT -5
Conwell smiled at the man's earnestness. "No, ser. Just let me know that they are delivered."
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Post by Erik on Nov 30, 2009 22:20:36 GMT -5
"That I will, milord." Mors gives a deep bow, and makes for the door.
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Post by Erik on Dec 3, 2009 19:44:17 GMT -5
Mors returns to see Lord Conwell.
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Post by House Dustin on Dec 4, 2009 11:06:45 GMT -5
He finds the lord of Lannister lounging on a cushion with Yasmyn the Ghiscari paramour. Luckily for Mors (or maybe not) she was decent. Mors was announced and Conwell drained his wine and stood. "Ah, Mors. You have returned. May I offer you a drink?
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Hope you all are well and happy.