Lannisport

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	Lannisport Dec 20, 2009 18:57:38 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Dec 20, 2009 18:57:38 GMT -5 "I am not. But I think I can trust him with you. He seems to treat you like a sister."

Viea Greyjoy Most Devout Posts: 28,559	Lannisport Dec 20, 2009 19:55:26 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Viea Greyjoy on Dec 20, 2009 19:55:26 GMT -5 Marianne smiled. "Thank you." She kissed him again and crossed the room to go and get Marq and get him to go out with her.

The Stranger Most Devout Troll Hammer Posts: 12,420	Lannisport Dec 20, 2009 19:58:56 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 19:58:56 GMT -5 Marq was seated on the end of his bed running a whetstone over the edge of his blade. "Hello there Marianne," he says, looking up.
	"History keeps her secrets longer than most of us. But she has one secret that I will reveal to you tonight in the greatest confidence. Sometimes there are no winners at all. And sometimes nobody needs to lose."

Viea Greyjoy Most Devout Posts: 28,559	Lannisport Dec 20, 2009 20:00:44 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Viea Greyjoy on Dec 20, 2009 20:00:44 GMT -5 "Come explore the city with me Marq." She said with a smile at him. "We are cooped up so much and I havent been around yet."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Lannisport Dec 20, 2009 20:14:11 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Dec 20, 2009 20:14:11 GMT -5 "Bearing a drawn sword to agents of Lord Lannister may not be a good idea." Mors tells the man when he enters the room. "I'll have your names, and your business here."
	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.

Viea Greyjoy Most Devout Posts: 28,559	Lannisport Dec 20, 2009 20:16:45 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Viea Greyjoy on Dec 20, 2009 20:16:45 GMT -5 Marianne turned at the noise of the man at the door. She stepped back and seemed lost for words.

The Stranger Most Devout Troll Hammer Posts: 12,420	Lannisport Dec 20, 2009 20:18:28 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 20:18:28 GMT -5 "Take another step and you'll die where you stand agent or no," The man replies, "what is the meaning of this intrusion?"
	"History keeps her secrets longer than most of us. But she has one secret that I will reveal to you tonight in the greatest confidence. Sometimes there are no winners at all. And sometimes nobody needs to lose."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Lannisport Dec 20, 2009 20:20:48 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Dec 20, 2009 20:20:48 GMT -5 "I asked for your name, and that of your whore. And I suggest you check your tone, before your tongue is removed."
	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.

The Stranger Most Devout Troll Hammer Posts: 12,420	Lannisport Dec 20, 2009 20:23:50 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 20:23:50 GMT -5 "She's not a whore, and you'll watch your fucking mouth," the man replies, "And if you want my name, you'll give yours first... agent," the man practically spitting the word.
	"History keeps her secrets longer than most of us. But she has one secret that I will reveal to you tonight in the greatest confidence. Sometimes there are no winners at all. And sometimes nobody needs to lose."

Erik
Most Devout

is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out.

Posts: 4,841

Lannisport Dec 20, 2009 20:27:54 GMT -5

Quote

Post by Erik on Dec 20, 2009 20:27:54 GMT -5

"Oh, I apologize, didn't expect to meet a highborn fucking lord and his lady in this part of town. The name is Ser Mors, my lord of the tavern. Now drop your fucking sword before I haul you to the lockup, and your lady too, though she might require more...questioning."

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.

The Stranger Most Devout Troll Hammer Posts: 12,420	Lannisport Dec 20, 2009 20:31:49 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 20:31:49 GMT -5 "You lay a hand on her, and you'll die Ser Mors, and I can promise you that. My name is Ser Marq." He shows absolutely no intention of dropping the sword.
	"History keeps her secrets longer than most of us. But she has one secret that I will reveal to you tonight in the greatest confidence. Sometimes there are no winners at all. And sometimes nobody needs to lose."

Viea Greyjoy Most Devout Posts: 28,559	Lannisport Dec 20, 2009 20:33:13 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Viea Greyjoy on Dec 20, 2009 20:33:13 GMT -5 Marianne looked absolutly terrified of Mors. "I am Talia, Marq is my brother." She said shakily.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Lannisport Dec 20, 2009 20:35:13 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Dec 20, 2009 20:35:13 GMT -5 "Ser Marq of what? Who's your father, and from whence do you hail? You don't talk like Westerners."
	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.

The Stranger Most Devout Troll Hammer Posts: 12,420	Lannisport Dec 20, 2009 20:39:07 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 20:39:07 GMT -5 "Ser Marq of East Brook, in the Riverlands," The man replies, "And we are not Westerlanders, is that a requirement for renting a room in an Inn?"
	"History keeps her secrets longer than most of us. But she has one secret that I will reveal to you tonight in the greatest confidence. Sometimes there are no winners at all. And sometimes nobody needs to lose."

Erik
Most Devout

is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out.

Posts: 4,841

Lannisport Dec 20, 2009 20:44:24 GMT -5

Quote

Post by Erik on Dec 20, 2009 20:44:24 GMT -5

"Just curious as to your business here in the city, that's all." Mors takes a step into the room and sits on a stool next to the door, leaning his axe against the door frame. "If you'd rather, I can bring you in and we can have this conversation with you tied down. Or we can behave like two...three, knights, rather, this is Ser Nerrick, ought to."

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.