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Post by Horas on May 20, 2011 14:02:24 GMT -5
"What's wrong, Bransen? Worried about being outshot by an old man?" Hugo grins.
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Post by House Fossoway on May 20, 2011 14:32:33 GMT -5
Ser Bransen gave a quick smile.
"No, it has more to do with, my uncle gambling away our gold that bothers me. I am sure that my arrow will find it's way when we come to it, and riding this slowly it'll be another week before we find anything. "
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Post by Horas on May 20, 2011 22:28:35 GMT -5
"Ha! Well said, Bransen. Onwards!" He puts his heels to his mount, spurring forward in search of game.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 21, 2011 10:39:15 GMT -5
Alphonse is caught unawares by Lord Hugo's sudden change in pace. He frowns and attempts to keep pace, signalling to the rest of the party to keep up.
As ever, the hounds probe on ahead, sniffing at the ground and barking.
The party heads out westwards, across a narrow wooden bridge over the Honeywine, down through a small village of farmers and into the lands beyond. Passing by a copse, the hounds pick up on the sent of something and all go darting off into the shrubs followed by much of the party. Alphonse waits outside.
"I have no interest in watching the dogs do the work. Hugo, Ser Bransen - follow me away from the party. None of us will win our wager with the dogs in the way." He grins.
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Post by Horas on May 21, 2011 13:13:17 GMT -5
Hugo was not quite sure how they would find any game without the hounds, but felt Alphonse must have a good reason for leading them away from the path. "Lead on," Lord Redwyne invites.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 21, 2011 16:44:18 GMT -5
Alphonse reads the doubt in Hugo's face and smiles.
"I have not taken leave of my senses dear Hugo," he laughs, "I have received news of a large deer herd in Russelwood." He gestures out to their north.
"We go there, we dismount, we take our bows, we walk quietly."
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Post by Horas on May 22, 2011 17:36:10 GMT -5
"If that's where the stags are," Hugo nods, "Then lead on, Lord Florent."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 23, 2011 12:13:52 GMT -5
Alphonse beckons them onwards. They ride for about half a mile over a hill until they come to the top and head down into a small dense forest on the other side.
"Russelwood," Florent states with a smile.
He climbs down from his horse and tethers it around a tree trunk at the edge of the forest, leaving plenty of opportunity for grazing. He beckons them inside.
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Post by Edric Stark on May 23, 2011 13:50:35 GMT -5
//
Lord Jaymes Costayne and his uncle, Ser Rylan arrive for a name day celebration, which they clearly value more than the tourney at King's Landing.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 23, 2011 15:55:54 GMT -5
They are shown into the Keep and are hastily greeted by Lady Sybil Florent.
"My lord! You do us great honour with your visit! The two of you! I can't think what to say! We're delighted, are we not Dacey?"
Young Dacey Florent offers a delicate curtsey.
"You do me great honour," she says precisely with a quick glance to the maester. "Come and partake of our bread and mead."
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Post by Edric Stark on May 24, 2011 11:09:19 GMT -5
Lord Jaymes smiled at the flattery but his smile faded as he realised he just rode all the way to Brightwater Keep to congratulate a nine-year-old girl.
He mumbled something to himself and scratched his head, unsure of what to do next.
"Thank you for having us." Ser Rylan happily said with a short bow, reaching for the lady's hand.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 24, 2011 13:43:58 GMT -5
"The pleasure is all ours," Lady Sybil responds, still beaming.
The pair are taken through to the hall and Lady Sybil calls for food for the two visitors.
"How fares Lady Jeyne? And your sister? The one married to the Fossoway? I can't quite remember the name, just her pretty face."
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Post by Edric Stark on May 24, 2011 23:52:25 GMT -5
"Lady Jeyne is well." Jaymes replies indifferently and narrows his eyes thoughtfully while scratching his chin. "Neither of my sisters are married, they are just betrothed. I am thinking of calling these weddings off. Both these knights seem like freeloaders."
"Ah, the one you were speaking of is called Danyella. Although I find the twins both equally pretty." Ser Rylan says with a good-natured smile. "They all went to King's Landing to see the great tourney there. What about you? Does this tourney not interest you?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 26, 2011 11:03:41 GMT -5
Sybil's expression fell from a smile into the depths of neutrality.
"We thought about attending, but... such a distance. And to see a few Knights fall off their horses?" she trailed off.
"A small party are in attendance at the Tourney on our behalf - our good friends of House Norcross. I believe Ser Ronald intended to compete. No doubt we will hear all the tales on their return."
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Post by Edric Stark on May 31, 2011 13:39:45 GMT -5
Rylan nodded enthusiastically. "I agree! I don't support violence either. Only when in great need."
He smiled. "Well, let's hope Ser Ronald does well in the competition. After all, the Reach does produce the best jousters. If I may say so."
Lord Jaymes shrugged. It's not like he was particularly good at it so he kept his mouth shut.
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5