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Post by The Flint on Jun 4, 2011 21:20:55 GMT -5
Following the official ceremonies and the internment of Lord Stark and Lady Anya in the crypts below Winterfell, Lady Stark hosts a funeral feast for the lords bannermen who have come to offer their respect.
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Post by House Dustin on Jun 5, 2011 12:05:21 GMT -5
Lord Dustin arrives for the feast.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 5, 2011 12:20:22 GMT -5
The Flints are seated as near to the front dais as decorum permits, and they wave over at Lord Dustin. "Milord," said Quent Flint, "please seat with us if you'd wish."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 5, 2011 15:32:24 GMT -5
Lady Stark and her two children sit at the head table with her Father.
Lord Grixis Reed arrives to pay his condolences.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 5, 2011 16:55:02 GMT -5
Brandon Flint bowed his head respectfully at Lord Grixis as he enters.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 5, 2011 16:57:39 GMT -5
Lord Garlind Glover entered the feast with Mormont trailing behind him.
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Post by House Dustin on Jun 5, 2011 21:08:45 GMT -5
Mors waves back at Quent and takes a seat. He offers a sign of a respect to each of the lords who enters in turn.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 5, 2011 22:10:50 GMT -5
Lord Evan Tallhart entered the room, and said loudly in the center of the hushed room, "Well it done now, time to get the brass tacks straightened out. Whose to be regent? I know Manderely is expecting it, but I will be fucked three days dead before that fat fuck gets the lad." He grabbed a wine, and slurped it noisily.
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Post by House Dustin on Jun 5, 2011 23:46:10 GMT -5
Anger flashed across Mors' face. "A little respect for our Lord's family! We can discuss this business like civilized men."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 5, 2011 23:49:28 GMT -5
Tallhart snorted, "There is no time for coddling his widow. Benjen knew there were troubles brewing to our North, and South, and was pissing with worry over them. Now we are going to sit around and eat and kiss his dead ass. Fuck that, its the time to work, we can play and pray later."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 6, 2011 8:47:31 GMT -5
Brandon was rather of the opinion that the feast was a waste of time, but Tallhart's manners were crude.
"He objects to your tone, not your urgency," he said.
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Post by House Dustin on Jun 6, 2011 8:53:46 GMT -5
Dustin nodded at The Flint. "Lord Flint has it. This is urgent business, you, Lord Tallhart have the right of that. Even as far south as the Barrowlands I have experienced strong Wildling raiding, but the urgency of the matter does not mean I shall debase myself before the Lady Stark." He raised a hand palm out, "On to the business at hand. Lord Tallhart's opinion of Lord Manderly is clear. Are there others?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 6, 2011 18:01:12 GMT -5
Grixis Reed spoke softly, "Perhaps we should ask for men willing to take on the regency."
Manderly who was still sputtering at Tallhart stood, and spoke, "I am insulted... in front of every lord here... I demand recourse."
Tallhart glanced at him, "From who ya fat fuck. There ain't no Lord." He touched his dagger and added, "You want to take the recourse of blades, by the gods I am willing."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 6, 2011 20:03:26 GMT -5
The Flints eyed Manderly and snorted. If he was truly offended, he'd not have blubbered, he'd have acted, or else nursed secret grudge in silence. These southrons. Ryam shook his head.
"This squabbling serves us no good. We need a man prepared to show leader in regards to the threats from the wildlings, and the risks presented by the Kraken, and to avenge Lord Stark."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 6, 2011 20:11:04 GMT -5
Reed said, "The first quality of this man should be a desire for the positon... are there any volunteers?"
Manderly said, "I think my right as the lords kin gives me precedence."
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Hope you all are well and happy.