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Post by The Flint on May 1, 2011 23:53:39 GMT -5
The Gates of the great castle of Winterfell, home of the Starks, Warden of the North.
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 0:01:20 GMT -5
The small entourage slowly wound its way through Winter town towards the Gates.
Brandon Flint rode upon a grey garron, and idlely scratched his long grey beard. To his left, also on garrons, was his sons Ryam and Hother, Ryam's wife Erena, and Hother's wife Tamara. His grandsons Danny and Quent Flint walked behind, leading two mules and a small flock of sheep.
"Hail!" shouted Hother, in a deep belly yell.
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Post by The Smith on May 2, 2011 0:05:54 GMT -5
A single man-at-arms walked from the open gates and approached the group approaching. "If you are here to sell the sheep take them straight back to the kitchens. I think they are curing mutton today."
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 0:07:46 GMT -5
"It's The Flint, come to renew vows of fealty to the Stark in Winterfell," cried Hother loudly.
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Post by The Smith on May 2, 2011 0:10:58 GMT -5
The man-at-arms nodded, and motioned for them to enter. "Lord Stark has taken his sister Anya and gone on a hunt. I can take you in to Lady Stark if you would like."
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 0:14:02 GMT -5
Hother looked back at Brandon who nodded wordlessly.
"That's fine," Hother replied, "How have things been here?" he asked, as they made their way inside, with Danny leading the last of the sheep inside the walls.
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Post by The Smith on May 2, 2011 0:19:27 GMT -5
The men-at-arms glances toward the keep and frowns, but replies, "All has been well. The Lord's sister Anya has taken great pleasure in begining to plan the wedding of her sister. The keep... well... it is seems to be busier every day." He continued to frown as he lead him toward the hall.
There did seem to be a slight bustle about the courtyard of the keep.
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 0:22:25 GMT -5
Brandon surveyed the courtyard with a disguised interest (45+Awareness), trying to get a feel for the preparations.
"Which is the sister is to be married?" Ryam asked, "The rumors were confused as they went further north."
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Post by The Smith on May 2, 2011 0:26:05 GMT -5
"Miranda Stark is to be married. The younger one." The men-at-arms replied, "Lady Anya seems quite excited with the idea." He replied, and chewed his lower lip.
All the tradesmen and servants seem to be stepping quicker then usual, and the few men-at-arms about are either moving with purpose, or on edge. Many glances seems to be cast at the keep of Winterfell.
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 0:28:18 GMT -5
"The Lady Stark will not take offense if we call upon her now?" Ask Ryam, "if it is easier on her, we can bathe and rest first, but we are anxious to make our greetings as soon as possible."
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Post by The Smith on May 2, 2011 0:31:17 GMT -5
The Men-at-arms smiled, "No she will be glad to see you. The Lady Stark is always a gracious host." He opened the doors into the hall, and said, "The sheep have to wait out here."
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Post by House Dustin on May 3, 2011 20:06:53 GMT -5
The party of Lords Dustin and Flint of Flint's Finger arrive at Winterfell and seek entry to the castle.
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Post by The Smith on May 3, 2011 22:33:55 GMT -5
They are admitted immeadiately.
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on May 4, 2011 11:32:58 GMT -5
The party of Umbers that left the Last Hearth arrive at Winterfell seeking addmitance.
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Post by Flex on May 4, 2011 11:57:56 GMT -5
A small party from the Dreadfort arrives. At their head is Jon Bolton, the second son, by his side Lyanne Bolton and Benjen Snow.
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