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Post by Sam on May 25, 2011 21:54:27 GMT -5
"Whores for the most part," Gruffydd said. "Although there is nothing wrong with whores, especially the ones who know what they're doing," he added with a smile.
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Post by Horas on May 25, 2011 21:59:04 GMT -5
Ranulf laughs, drinking copiously from his goblet of wine. "I am beginning to notice a pattern, Ser Reaver. Did a gaggle of Dornish murder your father when you were a child, and you have sworn vengeance ever since? Or mayhaps some Dornish girl spurned your advances somewhere along the line?"
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Post by Sam on May 25, 2011 22:04:10 GMT -5
"Not even," he replied. "Just don't like 'em, can't really say why. You lot at least have a thousand years of border warfare to fall back on when expressing that sentiment," he added, chuckling. "The knight who raised me had no love for the Dornish, but his lands were in the West, near Crakehall. He had no love for the reach either, or even my islands."
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Post by Horas on May 25, 2011 22:26:30 GMT -5
"Not so much war with the Dornish on my island," Ranulf says, "Dornishmen couldn't build a ship to save their lives. My primary objection is to their wine, which is an affront to grapes everywhere."
He takes another drink of his own wine, which is, of course, an Arbor vintage.
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Post by Helyn Caron on May 26, 2011 6:53:14 GMT -5
'She is well, busy with father and my brothers.' Jenna smiled sweetly at her young cousin. "I am pleased to hear it Helyn. Perhaps we shall call in at Nightsong on the way back to Grandview. Wouldn't that be nice Iolande?" she said with a worried look at her sister. Iolande nodded, but said nothing. Renly gave his eldest sister a sharp glance, before changing the conversation. "So who else is here at the Feast Helyn? It appears you've been here in Kings Landing a little while, so you may be more familiar with some of the faces here." "I'm afraid I don't know many, I spend most of the time with summer." she said pointing out summer snow |
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on May 26, 2011 7:29:56 GMT -5
"Who is this Summer?" asked Iolande suddenly.
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Post by Marie on May 26, 2011 8:00:34 GMT -5
'You are quite correct. I have often thought of coming to visit the least talked about realm of the Seven Kingdoms." Looking about at the family Alaric smiles, "Please tell me is this your charming family?" "A portion of it, yes," Viviane agreed with a smile. The younger members of the family had not yet had the opportunity to go off and mingle, having only just arrived. Triston and Arthur had been murmuring to one another, while Eleyna cast her eyes around, seeming to look for someone. Viviane recalled their attention. "My dears, this is Lord Alaric Corbray, of Heart's Home. My lord, this is my daughter, Eleyna, heiress to Ghost Hill." Eleyna smiled and nodded. She was clothed in a long gown of saffron yellow with a green dragon embroidered on the front. A jet necklace encircled her throat. "The pleasure is mine, Lord Alaric," she said in a warm, confident voice, offering him her hand. "My son, Ser Triston Toland," Viviane continued, indicating the slender young man in parti-coloured yellow and green tunic and black breeches. "My nephew Arthur, Champion of Ghost Hill," said Viviane, regarding the final member of the group, a tall, broad-shouldered young man in black with green edging at the collar and hem of his tunic. |
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Post by Sam on May 26, 2011 8:21:25 GMT -5
"True enough, the Dornish are woefully ill-equipped at sea, although I should say the same of all Andals with the exception of your men of the Arbor. The Lannisters build fleet after fleet in their port city, only to see them smashed, captured, or sunk, and yet they never learn," he replied with a wolfish grin.
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Post by Helyn Caron on May 26, 2011 9:25:58 GMT -5
"Who is this Summer?" asked Iolande suddenly. "summer snow, she's from the north." |
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Post by Tallahar on May 26, 2011 9:38:40 GMT -5
Viviane agreed with a smile. The younger members of the family had not yet had the opportunity to go off and mingle, having only just arrived. Triston and Arthur had been murmuring to one another, while Eleyna cast her eyes around, seeming to look for someone. Viviane recalled their attention. "My dears, this is Lord Alaric Corbray, of Heart's Home. My lord, this is my daughter, Eleyna, heiress to Ghost Hill." Eleyna smiled and nodded. She was clothed in a long gown of saffron yellow with a green dragon embroidered on the front. A jet necklace encircled her throat. "The pleasure is mine, Lord Alaric," she said in a warm, confident voice, offering him her hand. "My son, Ser Triston Toland," Viviane continued, indicating the slender young man in parti-coloured yellow and green tunic and black breeches. "My nephew Arthur, Champion of Ghost Hill," said Viviane, regarding the final member of the group, a tall, broad-shouldered young man in black with green edging at the collar and hem of his tunic. Taking Eleyna hand Alaric kissed it softly, "You are as beautiful as the Maiden herself. Are you sure your not Queen Nymeria come again?" Alaric asks with a slight smile. Then quickly looking at the two males, "Fearsome pair aren't you?" |
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Post by The Flint on May 26, 2011 9:55:49 GMT -5
Seeing herself pointed at, Summer stood and approached Helyn and her companions.
"See I'm being talked about behind my back," She grinned at Helyn and turned to face these new-comers.
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Post by Marie on May 26, 2011 10:13:23 GMT -5
"Taking Eleyna hand Alaric kissed it softly, "You are as beautiful as the Maiden herself. Are you sure your not Queen Nymeria come again?" Alaric asks with a slight smile. Then quickly looking at the two males, "Fearsome pair aren't you?" "I would hardly say fearsome," Triston said with a grin. "In battle, perhaps, but not here. Arthur has always favoured more sober dress, though, and he's tall for a Dornishman. so I suppose he has more claim to being fearsome than most of us." Arthur shrugged. "The gods gave me height and I dress to please myself. I don't care if I am fearsome or not." "It's all to the good," Eleyna said. "The Champion of Ghost Hil should not be a fop. Lord Alaric, you are far too kind. I am perhaps not as bold as Queen Nymeria - my mother has a better claim to that role, I believe - but the compliment is most welcome. If this is the nature of Vale chivalry, I would be pleased to meet more of your kind. We've mountains near our own lands, as it happens so although they doubtless look a bit different, I'm sure I would feel quite at home if ever I saw the Vale." |
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Post by House Frey on May 26, 2011 10:42:01 GMT -5
Lord Wyman Flint, his sons Tormund and Alfyn, and his grandchildren Ramsay, Ryk and Summer Snow arrive for the tourney. Summer waves at Jyanna Bolton as they come through the massive hall doors. Seeing herself pointed at, Summer stood and approached Helyn and her companions. "See I'm being talked about behind my back," She grinned at Helyn and turned to face these new-comers. Patrek Frey, returning from without, enters the hall and makes his way past the tables, when a young woman stands from her place to join some Stormlanders by the look of it. He patiently waits without complaint, and chances a look at her table, noting them to be Flints. "Good eve," he says with a smile to the hard nothern men at the table. |
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Post by The Flint on May 26, 2011 10:47:45 GMT -5
OOC: How the HELL do you know they are Flints?
Tormund turned, "Aye, I suppose its good enough."
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Post by Helyn Caron on May 26, 2011 10:51:06 GMT -5
Seeing herself pointed at, Summer stood and approached Helyn and her companions. "See I'm being talked about behind my back," She grinned at Helyn and turned to face these new-comers. "nothing bad my dear." helyn smiled. "these are my cousins." |
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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