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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 23, 2015 5:26:25 GMT -5
He had found it, but no lute, and he is nearly as good with the harp as his lute. The wine is tasty and pours well, and the to valemen are rapidly getting pretty drunk. "Want to dance, now?" Rodrik asked. "Where there's music there's dancing."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 23, 2015 7:23:25 GMT -5
"I suppose I owe you, for the last feast, and for abandoning you there?" She remembers having had gone off to find s grumpy Nick. She imagined this may end up going a similar way. "I warn you, dancing is no great skill of mine. "
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 23, 2015 9:18:37 GMT -5
Rodrik is reasonably skilled, and the music is a bit melancholy but in a melodically beautiful way, which suits Robyn's relative inexperience. as she spins around, the handsome and landless Valeman smiles. "You owe me nothing, princess," he said. "You have helped reclaim the Eyrie. So much for it being invincible, thank the gods."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 23, 2015 11:09:00 GMT -5
"I guess they never imagined people would climb. An army could not do it.." And if they eyrie had been properly manned, they would never have succeeded, circumstance was the hero today. "It is a shame it could not happen sooner, but at least it it's back in loyal hands."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 23, 2015 11:11:35 GMT -5
"The most loyal," Rodrik promised. The music ends and he holds her a moment longer then comes back to reality. "Lord Walter will be a staunch defender of the Starks, I know." Drunken training bouts start with knights fighting and wrestling and archery. A total lack of women makes the soldiers bored, and bored soldiers leads to mayhem.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 23, 2015 11:58:49 GMT -5
Robyn looks round at the slowly at the scene of men steadily getting more and more drunk. Normally she would have joined them, but she was so tired from the climb she did not feel like drinking to much. Perhaps she was coming down with some kind of illness.
"I have complete faith he will be," she agreed with a smile, "I think I will go and find my brother now, then head to sleep somewhere."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 23, 2015 13:58:16 GMT -5
Rodrik bows to the royal as she leaves. "I'm sure the guest tower is as well appointed as ever. Even my brother had to set some sort of example."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 23, 2015 14:19:56 GMT -5
Robyn goes to the tower the music was coming from, looking for Nick.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 23, 2015 14:25:56 GMT -5
The musician is playing a harp made out of extremely expensive wood he had found in the castle. Robyn doesn't recogniz the tune, but it is haunting and a bit uplifting in an odd way. He is sitting on the stone windowsill with one leg on the outside of the wall, leaning back and watching the party. When his sister enters he looks over and stops playing. "Another day, another heroic deed," he said. "In the songs, the heroes get rewarded for their trials." He looks to the moonlit sky, clear over the mountains. "Truly a lovely reward for Lord Walter, tonight."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 23, 2015 14:31:04 GMT -5
Robyn news to stand next to him, "he also has most of his family dead," she commented, looking out the window at the sky, "I wonder which he would prefer?" She mused, mostly to herself.
"If Walter is a hero, you are too... No big castles for you though... Nor I. Perhaps you should ask father for a reward yourself?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 23, 2015 14:39:46 GMT -5
"You can have almost any big castle you want," Nick pointed out. "Don't confuse lack of interest with lack of opportunity." He waves his hand over the area. "Even this one, if you wanted it." He regarded his sister a moment. "Walter will miss his family, but in a decade he will have his own children and the memory of his losses will have long faded, while the Eyrie will be a daily reminder of his triumph."
He plinks a minor chord. "Ask for a reward," he says, musing to imself. "What to request from the man who has everything?" He taps his cheek with a finger. "All things considered, I prefer to make my own way. What would I do with a keep or a hundred swordsmen? If they were even granted," he said with a grin. "Who would trust Nick Snow with land?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 23, 2015 14:50:22 GMT -5
"I would," she smiled, looking down at him, "rewards do not just come in the shape of lands, and titles... I would not happy cooped up in a castle, I don't think you would either. Pt he king wants me to choose a reward, but you cannot make yourself want things if you do not."
She looked over the Eyrie, it was beatiful, but she could not see herself here, another stone pillar to go with the rest, birds want to fly free, after all.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 23, 2015 14:55:53 GMT -5
"Then demand a dragonbone bow, or a noted musician to follow you around writing ballads of your deeds," he said with a laugh. "Or your own castle, like Amelia Royce got for so much less than you. One you would rule yourself, with a husband begging your permission to leave and fight and...forget the rest," he winnked. "Me, now, I only want things forbidden to me. It makes for a better ballad," he says.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 23, 2015 15:00:21 GMT -5
"I do not think Father would give me my own castle, for one I could not run one..." The bow idea... that one had merit, if one could be got. Dragonbone made the best bow.
"It sounds like it also makes for a sad life. If we take things we can't have... they tend to me taken away from us." She pointed out to him, sitting down next to him,
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 23, 2015 15:03:13 GMT -5
"Don't I know that one," he said. "Sad lives make the best ballads. Who would know of Aemon thDragonknight if not for his death? Fabullous swordsmen are in every era. If Lord Kalvin dies in forty years in bed he'll be forgotten. If he dies striking down Bryce Dayne songs shall be sung forever. Wat do you think I should ask for?" he asked.
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