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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 20:10:51 GMT -5
Wyman and his kin moved further into the party, and searched for the legendary Rhodri Redspear. Rhodri was lounging idly in a chair speaking with Lord Dondarrion, they seemed to be speaking a battle they had both participated in.
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 20:12:16 GMT -5
Isolde Toland arrived for the party clothed in a pale green dress trimmed with white and gold. It was cut low in the bodice and filled in with white lace, the skirts wide and flaring. Ser Beric Dayne found her and offered a small apology, "I am truly sorry. A message from Princess Emelia demanded immediate attention."
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Post by The Flint on May 13, 2011 20:17:50 GMT -5
Wyman stood nearby, making clear he was present, but not interfering. The Flints were used to not being the prettiest girl at the ball.
He waited patiently.
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 20:22:49 GMT -5
Wyman stood nearby, making clear he was present, but not interfering. The Flints were used to not being the prettiest girl at the ball. He waited patiently. Rhodri noticed them after a moment, and turned a smile on them, He speaks evenly, "Excuse me, but can I help you with something?"
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Post by The Flint on May 13, 2011 20:35:39 GMT -5
Wyman bowed, "Lord Wyman Flint of Widow's Watch," He said calmly, "I wanted to meet the man they call the Redspear." He nodded as if appreciative of what he was seeing.
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 20:41:59 GMT -5
Rhodri chuckled, "I prefer Rhodri." He stood up, and offered Flint his hand, "An honor."
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Post by Fel on May 13, 2011 21:34:36 GMT -5
Lord Perros Yronwood entered, with his family behind him, an expression of real pleasure on his face as he looked around the feast and took everything in.
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Post by The Flint on May 13, 2011 21:53:52 GMT -5
Rhodri chuckled, "I prefer Rhodri." He stood up, and offered Flint his hand, "An honor." "Where it so Ser," Wyman replied. "I had the pleasure of meeting your relative the Lord Hand in the Red Keep. A stoic man, a quality I've found lacking here in the capital."
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 22:03:53 GMT -5
Rhodri nodded, "We Royces have the blood of the first men in our veins, and hold to the old gods. We aspire to be everything you northmen embody."
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Post by The Flint on May 13, 2011 22:10:19 GMT -5
Wyman nodded deeply, "Even in the north, the old ways are not clung too as tenaciously as they might be. To be able to hold true even among so many who do not, shows a stubborness to be admired."
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 22:12:49 GMT -5
Rhodri replied, "That is true, and stuborness is a Royce trait. Hell, we still wear bronze armor."
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Post by The Flint on May 13, 2011 22:20:30 GMT -5
Flint smiled broadly, "Bronze is a metal whose quality has been sadly discounted in this age. Nothing else shows the wisdom of when to yield and a time to hold firm as bronze does."
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 22:25:16 GMT -5
Rhodri laughed, "That may be true, but we have cheated. The Runes we use make sure of that."
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Post by The Flint on May 13, 2011 22:35:36 GMT -5
Wyman chuckled, "Cheated nay milord. The gods have cursed you with a responsibility to live up to that blessed honor. The gods do not give that they do not also take."
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 22:39:45 GMT -5
Rhodri nodded, and looked thoughtful, "I know that too true. I have fought too many battles to ever think a war won. The victor is just the side that loses least." He ran a finger across his jaw, "And making matters worse is the knowledge that even knowing the fell truth, I shall be called to war again."
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