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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 16:09:41 GMT -5
Where anything nonviolent goes! It's inside the castle gates, and the drinks and bragging and music never seem to stop, until the lord himself gets annoyed and closes it about an hour before sunup every day!
In this thread: Only players interact! If you want/need an NPC, then have another player get one for you!
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 17:53:29 GMT -5
Never one to miss a party, even one that happened every night, Robyn turned up, wearing an original outfit. It was a dress that was cut off at the front, so it stopped at above her midriff revealing a slim line of skin. It had been designed to be revealing, but on her short frame, it was perfectly reasonable. The tailor had apologised, as it was not how it was designed, but Robyn had no had no idea when she asked for it how it was supposed to turn out. From the back it would look like she is wearing a dress, from the front the tails of the top fan out behind her, wide as the wind catch them, with this she wore plain black trousers. it was a nice mixture of her usual style of dress and a dress.
As she arrived she headed straight for the drink.
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Unrelated to the princess entering Leo Snow entered the party, having hitched a ride with the western Lord he had been helping. It seemed like a good opportunity to network, after the war there would be plenty pf lords who could use his assistance he is sure, all the better to help fund his new project.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 21, 2015 18:00:30 GMT -5
Amelia Royce entered the party, dressed in a respectable, almost maidenly white lace dress. Her shoes were small, her make up light and two single pearls dangled from her ears.
Prince Benjen enters not much later, with his hole pack of wolves.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 19:06:51 GMT -5
Robyn got s second drink and approached Amelia Royce.
"Hello, Amelia," Robyn said pleasantly, offering the other woman her spare drink. "It's been a long time."
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Post by Raven Umber on Jul 21, 2015 19:09:09 GMT -5
Entering the party all Raven wanted was a drink. Maybe she was in the wrong tent, but she sat anyway at table, with two pints in front of her, watching the room.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 21, 2015 19:11:36 GMT -5
Ami smiled brightly and took the drink. "Princess Robyn, a pleasure. It has indeed. I last recall having to assist you in making your way to bed." She gave a small laugh at that. "You look good though and I can't visit a tavern without hearing a song being sung about you."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 19:15:20 GMT -5
"People like to sing almost as much as they like to talk" she said, a muscle moved in her face as Amelia mentioned that night, "yes, the blood lose and alcohol, funnily enough did not create a successful cocktail... How have you been?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 21, 2015 19:19:07 GMT -5
"Bad, then worse and now better, fortunately," Amelia responded, feeling a little bit sorry about mentioning the embarrassing occasion. "My husbands mansion was burned down. Thanks to me of course, though that no doubt does not come as a surprise."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 19:21:44 GMT -5
"That you burnt down a mansion, yes it does surprise me," she said frowning briefly, "I am glad you you are on an upward swing now. How is married life treating you? Except from making you incredibly wealthy."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 21, 2015 19:25:33 GMT -5
"Not so much me as the assassins who came to kill me," Amelia corrected. "As for married life... it's alright, though my husband and I do not see each other overly much. It is for convenience only, which we both know." She smirked. "What about you? Who is going to be the lucky man to call Robyn Stark his wife?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 19:30:48 GMT -5
"I do not know, at the moment I have yet to condemn any ambitious young man who wishes for an old royal familt attachment to life with me," she said, shrugging, "assassin? Who would wish to kill you?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 21, 2015 19:36:44 GMT -5
"Oh, don't speak like that," Amelia said, tutting a little. "Any man should count himself damn lucky to be able to call himself your husband." She sipped from her wine and frowned. "I thought it had to do with those fake Faith assassins that killed Benjen's wife but I was wrong. They came for me because an old friend of mine and I were creating an antidote to the red powder that has made so many its slave."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 19:39:00 GMT -5
"Red powder?" She asked, interest piqued, "what red powder?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 21, 2015 19:43:16 GMT -5
"Oldtown, Lannisport and Gulltown have been affected, among other places," Amelia explained. "While you and Benjen were away it began to show up. It is a drug that gives the user magical powers. If they stop taking it, they die. But it also transfers the energy created by all magic far beyond the Wall."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 19:47:07 GMT -5
"That sounds mildly distressing," Robyn understated, "beyond the wall is far too close for comfort, any idea who or what is behind it?"
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