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Post by Tallahar on Nov 23, 2009 4:08:14 GMT -5
Barristan laughs at the mans words, "Being the most powerful man in the Mander does have it's powers."
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Post by Horas on Nov 23, 2009 18:30:30 GMT -5
Bannen smiles and enters the carriage. "Ever hanged a man just 'cause you didn't like the look on his face?"
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Post by Fel on Nov 24, 2009 12:56:10 GMT -5
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Prince Maekar searches out Ser Tomas Thatcher.
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Post by Sam on Nov 24, 2009 13:00:14 GMT -5
As Lord Steffon is leaving the Red Keep to head back into the city, he passes through the training yard and sees his brother, who appeared to be looking for someone.
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Post by Fel on Nov 24, 2009 13:02:37 GMT -5
Maekar approaches Steffon, he did not look pleased. "Is it true?" he asks. "Marianne has run off with this Ser Tybolt Wylde?"
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Nov 26, 2009 12:12:47 GMT -5
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Lord Redfort enters the proximity of the Training Yard and looks around at all the guards doing there drills and knights training.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 26, 2009 12:17:48 GMT -5
A knight was sitting on a bench with one foot resting on it and the other perched on the ground. His face was grim mainly due to the large stitched scar running over it.
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Nov 26, 2009 12:23:58 GMT -5
Jon approaches the knight, "Good day Ser, would you happen to know who is in charge of the yard due to Thomas Thatchers disappearance."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 26, 2009 12:29:11 GMT -5
"That's a good question. I never really thought about that. Hmm." He leaned his head back. "The Red KEep does need a master of arms. "Maybe you should apply for the position."
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Nov 26, 2009 12:35:00 GMT -5
Jon laughs and is slightly taken aback by this comment. "I feel that if I were to apply I would be a poor replacement to one such as Ser Thatcher."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 26, 2009 12:39:35 GMT -5
"Well as long as you don't kill the next Lord Hand, I don't think you can be that poor of a replacement. Just have to know how to swing a sword and you'll be good to go." Maryn stood up and waved his arms around and did some stretches.
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Nov 26, 2009 12:47:39 GMT -5
"True enough, But if I was given the Master at Arms position here it would not go over to well back at my keep, plus I would miss my homeland of the Vale." He watches Maryn get up and start stretching. "With all of this talk I still do not know your name. So please tell me now, who am I addressing?"
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 26, 2009 12:53:27 GMT -5
"Ser Maryn Drinkwater, of a fine Small Hall in the golden sands of Dorne." MAryn bent over and touched his toes. "What keep do you hail from?"
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Nov 26, 2009 13:03:59 GMT -5
"I come from the castle of Redfort, you seem fairly restless would you prefer some action then to standing here and talking."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Nov 26, 2009 13:11:24 GMT -5
Maryn shrugged his shoulder, "With my injury and all I've been advised to take it easy for a while. I do feel restless. My injury cost me a chance with a lady." MAryn grunted. "Redfort eh? Are you one of them?"
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