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Post by The Smith on Jul 29, 2012 20:45:31 GMT -5
"I am indeed," He replied with a small bow. "Baelor Stark, heir to the North. That dress is beautiful." Amelia smiled at him and said, "Thank you Baelor..." She turned her head, "So you worship the old gods then?"
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Post by Flex on Jul 29, 2012 20:48:55 GMT -5
"I guess so," Baelor replied, never really having thought about gods. "When I still lived in Winterfell my father made me pray to the trees but down here I don't have to."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 29, 2012 20:53:05 GMT -5
Amelia turned her head and smiled, "How often have you visited our septs. Has some one told you of the Seven's blessings?"
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Post by Flex on Jul 29, 2012 20:55:07 GMT -5
"I don't think I've ever been," Baelor replied, shaking his head. "The Seven aren't my gods, my father always told me! They aren't even real!"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Jul 29, 2012 20:55:07 GMT -5
"No doubt you will, though I would pity even the greatest knight if he attained the station without any joy in the pursuit." Tybalt answered tactfully, noting Michael's fists. "My point being that the pursuit of duty and the pursuit of pleasure are not mutually exclusive."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 29, 2012 20:56:29 GMT -5
"I don't think I've ever been," Baelor replied, shaking his head. "The Seven aren't my gods, my father always told me! They aren't even real!" Amelia's back straightened, "Well I hope your time down here away from your heathen father as taught you the error of his ways. They are with us every day and with every decision."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 29, 2012 20:58:16 GMT -5
"No doubt you will, though I would pity even the greatest knight if he attained the station without any joy in the pursuit." Tybalt answered tactfully, noting Michael's fists. "My point being that the pursuit of duty and the pursuit of pleasure are not mutually exclusive." Michael took a deep breath and relaxed, "There are only so many hours in the day, and every hour I do not spend working seems wasted to me. My goal is a challenging one, so I must challenge myself."
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Post by Osgar Greyjoy on Jul 29, 2012 20:59:31 GMT -5
Zach's smile returned, he like the implication, he only wished it were true. "No we feast on the birds. They come through our islands and fill our pockets. You really must try sister's stew, we are known all over Westeros for it, quite good if you like sea food." Jaxro replied, "I do like some fish, but not all. Why did the hand take in you?" Zach had to pause and think for a moment. He knew it must have been due to how he was causing problems with the merchants, but his father never came out and told him that. "I was a bit of a... Well my father asked and The Hand agreed. Not much else to tell."
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Post by Flex on Jul 29, 2012 20:59:59 GMT -5
Amelia's back straightened, "Well I hope your time down here away from your heathen father as taught you the error of his ways. They are with us every day and with every decision." "That's stupid! How can there be so many different gods?" Baelor asked, not noticing Amelia's tension. "My father says the Old Gods have always been here, just their trees were cut down by the Andals or something."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 29, 2012 21:02:36 GMT -5
Amelia said, "Would a god allow themselves to be chopped down by an axe. It is a foolish notion for a foolish people."
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Post by Flex on Jul 29, 2012 21:04:52 GMT -5
"Well what about your gods? I haven't seen them do anything!" Baelor said with a small laugh. "Anyway, a tree is just a tree. The Old Gods just see through them."
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Jul 29, 2012 21:08:28 GMT -5
"Rude," Dany decided after Baelor had left, sipping some of her wine. "And slightly blind, there is wine on this table as well." She smirked a little. A wine cup in his hand, Rycherd Tyrell saw his cousin and slowly forged his way through the crowd to speak to her, stopping to speak to other revellers as he did so.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Jul 29, 2012 21:13:26 GMT -5
"No doubt you will, though I would pity even the greatest knight if he attained the station without any joy in the pursuit." Tybalt answered tactfully, noting Michael's fists. "My point being that the pursuit of duty and the pursuit of pleasure are not mutually exclusive." Michael took a deep breath and relaxed, "There are only so many hours in the day, and every hour I do not spend working seems wasted to me. My goal is a challenging one, so I must challenge myself." "Then that is why in times of duty and in the training yard we will always get on like the best of friends." Tybalt said in a mirthful tone, raising his goblet. "However during times of pleasure and celebration, you'll have to forgive me if I prefer your brother's company. Do try and enjoy yourself." With that, Tybalt took his leave, making his way in the direction of the Hightower heir. On his way he paused in front of his sister and Danyella Tyrell to pick up a fresh goblet of wine. Noting the splendid crown on Danyella's head, he bowed deeply. "Your Grace," he said in jesting reverence, "If you'll forgive my impudent nature, I must admit you look radiant tonight."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 29, 2012 21:13:31 GMT -5
Amelia asked, "Would you go to a sept with me?"
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Post by Flex on Jul 29, 2012 21:14:46 GMT -5
"And what will we do there?" Baelor asked, not that interested in septs.
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