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Post by The Smith on May 4, 2011 15:42:55 GMT -5
Lady Emelia is hosting a private dinner for her Lords and Ladies, but only the Lords and Ladies are invited to this dinner.
The table is laid out with abundant food, and beautiful women wearing almost nothing are serving the food and drink. After two sips, the servant would step forward, and fill the wine glass to the brim. It is a potent drink.
Scented braziers line the walls giving dim light, and a fragrant blue smoke drifts along through the air.
Princess Emelia is always late, but many Lords, and Ladies of Dorne have already arrived, and are waiting for her.
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Post by Fel on May 4, 2011 15:46:55 GMT -5
Lord Perros Yronwood is present, he sips at the wine moderately, enjoying its strong taste. He looks about at the other lords and ladies in attendance to see if there were any notable absences.
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Post by Marie on May 4, 2011 15:56:32 GMT -5
Viviane arrived clothed in a parti-coloured gown of red and green silk. It clung to her breast and flowed out wide at her skirts. She wore gold sandals and a tiara in her black hair. She moved forward and took a seat.
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Post by The Smith on May 4, 2011 16:02:25 GMT -5
Lord Dalt sat in his chair sipping his wine, his fat gut peeking out from a poorly buttoned shirt.
Lord Fowler stood chating with Lady Gargalen by the wall.
Lady Jordayne smiled knowingly at Lord Qorgyle.
Lord Santagar stood in a corner and stared sourly into his wine like it was poison.
Lay Uller, Lady Vaith, and Lady Wyl sat around a small table discussing their dresses.
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Post by Fel on May 4, 2011 16:06:32 GMT -5
Perros approached Lord Santagar.
"My lord," he said, holding his thin arms out in greeting, "how do you fare?"
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Post by The Smith on May 4, 2011 16:10:43 GMT -5
"Quite dreadful thank you." He looked up, and spat slowly into his wineglass. "I assume destiny is as always being much kinder to you." He stuck his finger into the glass and began to stir it with his gloved finger.
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Post by Fel on May 4, 2011 16:14:44 GMT -5
Perros gave Santagar a disappointed look. "I am not pleased to hear this at all, what is it that ails you, and perhaps I can help you."
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Post by The Smith on May 4, 2011 16:26:33 GMT -5
"My ass is sore from riding across the whole damned country. And now I must suffer through another excrutiating council with our princess." His mouth twisted sourly, and he raised his wine cover finger to his tongue. He began to dab at his tongue as if tasting the wine.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2011 16:39:48 GMT -5
Myranda entered, wearing a flowing dress of Red and Black. She had thought house colours would be appropriate.
She looked round and saw Lord Fowler speaking to a lady she didn't recognise, but assumed was the lady of a house and approached them hoping she was not interfering in their talking.
When she got to them she curtseyed to them both and gave them a small smile, "Good day, My Lord," she greeted her uncle, "I hope I have not disturbed you."
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Post by The Smith on May 4, 2011 16:43:22 GMT -5
Fowler smiled at her, and Said, "Myranda it is a pleasure. Have you taken the seat then?"
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2011 16:52:25 GMT -5
"Getting there, My father keeps pushing for me to do more, I think it's only right now I am getting older." she said, "How is SkyReach?"
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Post by The Smith on May 4, 2011 16:55:13 GMT -5
Fowler nodded, "It is well there, thank you. How stands Godsgrace?"
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2011 17:00:58 GMT -5
"Falling into ruin," she said, but grinned to show it was only in jest, "When I left it was still in one piece and seemed set to stay so, god's willing. You don't happen to know why we've been summoned do you, uncle? No one seems to at all."
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Post by Fel on May 4, 2011 17:04:24 GMT -5
"My ass is sore from riding across the whole damned country. And now I must suffer through another excrutiating council with our princess." His mouth twisted sourly, and he raised his wine cover finger to his tongue. He began to dab at his tongue as if tasting the wine. Perros grinned. "Such burdens you face, Lord Santagar, I hope our beloved princess does not keep you overly long, I would hate for you to have to prolong this unbearable stay." He chuckled, to show it was all in good nature. |
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Post by The Smith on May 4, 2011 17:08:42 GMT -5
"Falling into ruin," she said, but grinned to show it was only in jest, "When I left it was still in one piece and seemed set to stay so, god's willing. You don't happen to know why we've been summoned do you, uncle? No one seems to at all." "I have some notions, but they are wild guesses." He replied. "That seems to be the consensus of the masses." He motioned around the room. |
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Hope you all are well and happy.