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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 6, 2016 18:13:22 GMT -5
A room with an expensive chair.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 6, 2016 18:15:52 GMT -5
The Volantene contingent arrives first to greet the king. A warrior leads the ladies in and Ben can see this is the best idea for a tourney ever. Two dozen of Volantis's richest and most eligible maidens are before him. "Your Grace," one said, "I fear I am the only one who speaks Westerosi conversationally," she had an accent but a somewhat charming one. "I am Monica Desande."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 6, 2016 18:26:00 GMT -5
"Welcome to Eddard's Rest," Benjen said, rising from his throne. "I must say that I am quite honoured to have so many pretty women in my presence."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 6, 2016 18:28:58 GMT -5
She translates, and the ladies curtsy. They all thank him in passable Westerosi. Monica has a half smile. "We are honored to be in the presence of one who has won so many battles," she said. "Volantis finds martial prowess...appealng," her accent leaves a slight trail at the end of all her sentences. Every eligible bachelor in the North is silently high fiving himself at the moment. Any wife with the brains of a pot of soup is keeping their husband as far from the capital as possible.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 8, 2016 13:57:40 GMT -5
"That is good," Benjen responded. "I do hope you all find Eddard's Rest very accommodating. After all, one among you might be calling this place home soon."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 8, 2016 14:02:55 GMT -5
The ladies seem to find the idea appealing enough....it's a good thing it's early summer. "Your Grace," she bowed again. As they disperse to allow more parties to enter, Benjen sees the Norvosi/Qohorik contingent. The ladies of Norvos are dark skinned and lithe and the Qohorik have long flowing black hair and gold spun clothes of silk and satin. They are accompanied by strange but alluring music played by lutes with many strings. It has been ages since Ben has played his.
"His Highness King Benjen," a man said, "May I present the families of Norvos and Qohor. The Alliance thanks you for your welcome," he said. "I am Juba Thanassis of Norvos."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 8, 2016 14:39:01 GMT -5
Benjen nodded to the man. "Greetings and welcome to Eddard's Rest. I see you have brought a large contingent." He smiled. "Welcome, to all of you."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 8, 2016 14:45:43 GMT -5
The ladies come to greet him one by one, names he is going to need someone to write down to have a prayer at remembering coming at him fast and furious, but all the major families of the cities are represented. "Your Grace!" a voice calls, and Commander Swiftriver appears as the ladies finish their bachelor run, and the older but still hale warrior leans in and whispers something into the king's ear.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 8, 2016 15:03:48 GMT -5
Nymos Qorgyle arrives with the Dornish host, dressed in his fine black robes and a red sash, Nymos waits for their turn to come up, stepping forward to greet King Benjen. "Your grace..." He says with a polite bow, "It is an honor to be here. I am Nymos Qorgyle, of Dorne. I believe we've meet before." He's said, remembering the man from the war of dorne and against the hellish undead.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 9, 2016 9:33:47 GMT -5
Benjen nodded at Swiftriver, motioning that he would deal with the matter after receiving all the guests. He then turned to the Dornish assembly. "We have indeed, Nymos Qorgyle. I hope you are well?"
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 9, 2016 18:31:59 GMT -5
"As well as we can be in these times, King Stark..." Nymos said with as much a smile as the usually serious and cold man could muster. Dorne had not been too well off since the wars, though they hung in there as best as they could, "We thank you for having us in your lands. We wish this tournament the best."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 9, 2016 20:40:15 GMT -5
King Killion Greyjoy arrived in the throne room to pay his respects, his heir Kargan in tow to meet his northern bride, leading a gaggle of eligible ladies for King Benjen to peruse. Unlike many of the kingdoms there was some variety here, Iron Islanders, Tyroshi, and even a few from Myr. It didn't hurt that Killion had generously offered to pay each girl's dowry himself.
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