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Post by Osgar Greyjoy on Jul 29, 2012 12:22:27 GMT -5
Zach smiles at the jest, then lets out a small laugh at the second part. "It's too bad a wallflower isn't involved in cyvasse, I would be most impressive, also they may run out of wine by that time, especially seeing how fast we drink it."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Jul 29, 2012 12:45:55 GMT -5
"His loss I say" the Lannister replied, refilling his goblet and raising it in a mock toast.
"To Joss Hightower, Prince of the Punctual and Bane of Boredom. May his reign last a thousand years."
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Jul 29, 2012 13:11:23 GMT -5
Maerys had been in the stacks and had lost track of the time, a servant had come and gotten him. He had hurriedly thrown on his footman costume and headed to the ball, his hair in disarray.
As he entered the room he quickly moved to one side and stuck near the wall, grabbing a goblet of wine he moved through the crowd trying to find people he was acquainted with.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2012 13:23:45 GMT -5
Raig arrived finally, though he did not seem to notice his tardiness, for he was the very picture of confidence as he entered. His face broken into a winning smile, he moved across the room, giving waves and greetings to most everyone.
His attire seemed strange for the event, a deep black doublet that, shared with his dark hair, caused his blue green eyes to almost glow. Sewn into the front of his doublet was a large, golden stag, stretching from sternum to stomach. His breeches were black as well, rounded off by soft, black velvet boots.
Arriving to where the others stood around the wine, he greeted them all and poured a small portion for himself.
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Post by Osgar Greyjoy on Jul 29, 2012 13:35:52 GMT -5
Zach decided to raise his goblet in Tybalt's mock toast. "No matter when he arrives, I only hope he throws an after party... someplace more eventful."
He then smiles and nods to Raig, as he sees him pour some wine.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2012 13:55:46 GMT -5
Tyana arrived at the party fashionably late, having decided that rather coming as an aspect of the game she should come as the whole game. It seemed fitting, she refused to be a comprising part after all. She wore a dress with a red bodice, with gold embroidery on it, which, if you looked closely at the way the thread worked together all over depicted a Lion. On the skirt was where the game depiction was, the skirts themselves were red and gold squares, with Rabble, Dragons, trebuchets, catapults, light and heavy horse, crossbowmen, spearmen, elephants. The only piece missing from the skirts was the king.
Her golden hair was mostly down, but had been tied so it looked like she was wearing a band on her head riddled with streaks of thin golden ribbon, representing the king in the game.
She swept into the room, not caring about being late, and wearing a benevolent smile. She made brief small talk with the host and then glided towards her brother to kiss his cheek, before moving over to Michael.
"Aren't we starting early tonight," She commented with a beaming smile.
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Post by Marie on Jul 29, 2012 14:03:51 GMT -5
Nym smiled and nodded. "Of course Mariya, if you wish." She whispered back. "I look forward to it," Maryia whispered. "For now, shall we go find a drink?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 29, 2012 14:33:45 GMT -5
"Best idea you could have had Mariya." Nym said. She waited for her before making her way to the drinks.
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Post by Edric Stark on Jul 29, 2012 14:37:06 GMT -5
"One of my favourites yes," Jothos said thoughtfully. "I enjoy surprising my opponent with a well-placed rabble - so many weaker players do not consider it a useful piece, I enjoy teaching them otherwise." He sniffed. He looked her up and down and gave a knowing smile. "And you are the King? Letting everyone else scurry around on your behalf, defending your honour?" His speech slowed down distractedly as he noted the entry of Lady Isolvelle. She looked at the new Hightower Lady as well as Jothos spoke, not really that interested in the actual game of cyvasse. "Well. In order to become king, you have to be rabble first, am I right?" she asked, turning back to the Tully with a knowing smile before grabbing two goblets of wine from a passing servant and offering one of them to Jothos.
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Post by Rodrik Selmy on Jul 29, 2012 14:46:25 GMT -5
Noticing several of the fosterlings gathering around the wine, Rodrik pops the last slice of apple into his mouth and moves over. Grabbing a goblet, Rodrik fills half of the glass before turning to the others.
"Evening to you all!" A smile flashed across Rodrik's face as he looked at them. His eyes fell on Raig's all-black outfit and a quizzical look came about. Jokingly, he asked, "So Raig, what exactly are you suppose to be? Surely you knew the theme was cyvasse, not a funeral?"
Lifting the goblet to his mouth, Rodrik took a sip of the wine.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 29, 2012 14:49:25 GMT -5
Jothos turned and smiled genuinely at the Tyrell girl's comment.
"So then, a statement of intent."
He took the goblet offered and rose it to hers in a mini-toast, pausing for a moment to word it correctly.
"To... getting what one wants out of life."
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Jul 29, 2012 14:50:23 GMT -5
"One of my favourites yes," Jothos said thoughtfully. "I enjoy surprising my opponent with a well-placed rabble - so many weaker players do not consider it a useful piece, I enjoy teaching them otherwise." He sniffed. He looked her up and down and gave a knowing smile. "And you are the King? Letting everyone else scurry around on your behalf, defending your honour?" His speech slowed down distractedly as he noted the entry of Lady Isolvelle. She looked at the new Hightower Lady as well as Jothos spoke, not really that interested in the actual game of cyvasse. "Well. In order to become king, you have to be rabble first, am I right?" she asked, turning back to the Tully with a knowing smile before grabbing two goblets of wine from a passing servant and offering one of them to Jothos. Maerys happened to overhear Jothos's remark about cyvasse, he had played a few games against the Riverman and lost all. He enjoyed the game but hadn't spent enough time with it to be good. He stepped up beside Jothos and Danyella," I have come to the same conclusion about rabble, they are useful. But without a King all others are useless, even a weak ruler is better than none." He took a sip of his Dornish red, it had been too tart when he first got it. He had hoped that might change over time, it had not.
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Post by Gregor Corbray on Jul 29, 2012 14:56:42 GMT -5
Gregor made his way over to the where the other fosterlings were gathered. He picked up a goblet of wine taking a sip then studying the craftsmanship as he picked up bits of the conversations around him.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 29, 2012 14:57:58 GMT -5
Michael looked at Tyana and said, "Aye, I told Sapphire I would be here in time, because Joss was gone again. She is spitting venom tonight."
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Post by Edric Stark on Jul 29, 2012 14:58:32 GMT -5
Distracted by Maerys's comment about the rabble, Dany forgot what Jothos was raising his goblet to. Recovering with a friendly smile to the newcomer, she tipped her goblet slightly as well. "To that," she offered before sipping from it. "So, you are both avid players of cyvasse, then? I must admit, I have only touched the pieces once or twice, but I heard some of the best stories are shared over the cyvasse table."
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