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Post by Fel on May 3, 2011 9:45:58 GMT -5
The ancestral keep of House Yronwood is the last fortress defending the Boneway. A large black portcullis gives the Yronwoods control over who gains passage to and from the Stormlands. The castle sits in between the Marches and the coast of the Sea of Dorne.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 4, 2011 14:26:03 GMT -5
A raven arrives at Yronwood, though late, informing them of a Lonmouth emissary party en route from the Stormlands.
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A few hours later a small party of riders arrive at the gates of Yronwood; their banners carry the skull & lips of House Lonmouth. One of the riders identifies them as such, and requests an audience with the Lord Yronwood on behalf of his own lord.
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Post by Fel on May 4, 2011 14:37:45 GMT -5
The rider is informed that Lord Yronwood is in the east at the moment, but his brother Ser Tebar the castellan will see him.
He is shown to a small chamber and asked his name while he awaits Ser Tebar to arrive.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 4, 2011 15:05:54 GMT -5
The name introduces himself as Ser Cedrik Lonmouth, the Lord Lonmouth's nephew. He politely yields his weapon, and casually adjusts his tunic while waiting for Ser Tebar.
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Post by Fel on May 4, 2011 15:20:48 GMT -5
After a short while a bearded knight, more Andal than Rhoynar, entered the chamber.
"Ser Cedrik, pleased to meet you, I am Ser Tebar. Can I offer you wine or ale?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 4, 2011 16:51:32 GMT -5
"Ale, wine, hmm... both?", Cedrik said with a grin as he extended his hand. "But seriously, ale is will suit me more than enough. Thank you for seeing me Ser Tebar, I'm sure you are busy here at Yronwood."
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Post by Fel on May 4, 2011 16:54:25 GMT -5
He poured the man an ale and himself a wine, then seated himself and motioned for Cedrik to go likewise. "Not any more so than usual, and we are always happy to receive guests here. How are things with your house, ser? Good, I trust?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 4, 2011 20:11:09 GMT -5
"No better or worse than usual. My uncle Raymund, is a good man, and a capable lord. We don't ever find ourselves in the laps of luxury, but we've not known true hardship for quite a few years now." He sipped from the ale, and whether he truly enjoyed it or not, smiled, "An enjoyable brew. Where did you buy your casks from?"
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Post by Fel on May 4, 2011 21:05:17 GMT -5
He glanced over to the jug of ale on the desk, and frowned his bushy eyebrows. "I think the casks came from the capitol," he said, "I don't believe it's a Dornish brew in any case. Our people never were much use at brewing a good ale."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 5, 2011 2:12:21 GMT -5
"And ours a good wine", he said with a smile. "But don't let old Lord Estermont tell you otherwise."
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Post by Fel on May 5, 2011 6:20:08 GMT -5
Tebar nodded. "Now, I presume you did not come here to speak about our lands' weaknesses when it comes to a drink," he said, not unkindly.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 5, 2011 7:10:50 GMT -5
"Are you certain?", he said with a laugh. "No, no, of course not", he leaned forward, "I come bearing a proposal from Lord Raymund Lonmouth seeking to bind the fates our two houses. He wishes to offer the hand of his only daughter."
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Post by Fel on May 5, 2011 8:53:01 GMT -5
"Ah I see, well that is very interesting. Tell your uncle we are honoured by his proposal. Of course this is something that will have to wait on my brother's attention, but tell me of your cousin and I will send word of her to Perros."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 5, 2011 11:24:59 GMT -5
"She is a woman now, but still a maid. Her name is Rebecca Lonmouth, and she is her father's pride, an energetic thing of nineteen. She'd call herself a scholar, but lets face it, she's adept at the household chores she'll need in taking care of a man."
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Post by Fel on May 5, 2011 14:24:25 GMT -5
Tebar nodded. "Hmm, very good," he said, "I will send word to Lord Perros at once, and I'm sure he will have a raven sent to you with his reply upon his return."
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