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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 12:29:31 GMT -5
She probably know his heritage better than he does, but she makes no comment. "Speak, knight of Dorne."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 8, 2012 12:55:29 GMT -5
"Yes my princess, time is precious is it not." he mused "You have my eternal thanks for seeing me. I will make it quick."
"I have heard that Lordsbane may be here in Mason Keep." Gerold paused a moment, saying that name disgusted him. No doubt she knew his history with the outlaw. "I wanted to warn you of his presence. Who knows what that coward might attempt, what with so many people around I fear it would not be difficult for him to disguise himself."
"I wish to bring him to justice though I lack the men to do so. I am loathe to use sell swords." Gerold did not need to tell her how untrustworthy they could be. He had learned that lesson first hand. She also knew he was landless and had limited resources at his disposal.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 13:09:09 GMT -5
"Lord Yronwood seeks the knave himself. Perhaps he could use another strong sword to assist him. I assure you, between Ser markus dayne and my own cousin, I feel quite safe, but I...appreciate the concern,'' Nalya says.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 8, 2012 13:27:18 GMT -5
"Perhaps he does." Gerold said though the prospect did not please him. For him it was personal. He should ne the one to bring Lordsbane to justice. "It sounds like you are well protected my princess." He suddenly felt foolish for voicing concern though he didn't trust others to be vigilant.
Gerold changed the subject sensing this meeting was about to end. "I will do my best to bring honor to Dorne in the lists."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 13:28:54 GMT -5
"I hope you do. Bring me Ser Ilyn's head when it is done. I have a spike awaiting it." Her voice is low and imperious.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 8, 2012 13:55:59 GMT -5
Gerold stood then bowed as he spoke. "My spear is yours to command my princess." He waited to be dismissed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 14:22:02 GMT -5
'Go forth and do great things." She said with a smile.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 8, 2012 14:26:41 GMT -5
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Lars enters the castle in hopes to find King Terrence. He waits assuming the King has more important matters to attend to then listening to his Huntsman.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 8, 2012 14:33:24 GMT -5
"I do not think that you will." Nina seemed to be judging him as she spoke, her eyes wandering up and down in a rather forward manner. "Every princess likes a brave warrior, after all." "I will try my best, Princess Nina, of that I can assure you," Benjen said, flashing another handsome smile. "Princess Nalya, as much as I expect the company of yourself and your daughter to be warmer than that of King Kyle, I must nevertheless make the necessary shows. I do hope we can speak again soon." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 14:38:24 GMT -5
"Indeed, Prince Benjen. We'd be honored if you came back at any time." Nalya says.
Nina formally curtsies. "It was so nice meeting you, my prince."
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Lord Leon Frey, the Hand to King Terrence, invites the huntsman in, His Grace indeed having many meetings and boring dinners to attend. He is thirty, young, well-spoken, and intelligent. "Master Lyddle, a rare pleasure. How are you enjoying the meeting?"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 8, 2012 14:57:24 GMT -5
Lars kneels down and bows his head before the Hand of the King. "Lord Hand it is good to see you. It is interesting to see people from the other Kingdoms. I met a spirited Dornishman, Harryld i believe his name was. I didn't think it was possible, but it is even warmer here than in Eddard's Rest."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 15:00:43 GMT -5
"Harryld? Oh, the Marches legend. Quite a foe to the Kingsland, is the word." Leon chuckles. "I had to go to Ashford, once, to pick up my bride. It was much hotter there. Thought I would melt.'
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 8, 2012 15:04:27 GMT -5
Lars smiles. "I hope I never have need to go there then. Are you and the King eating well? I could go and get a fresh kill if you'd like."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 15:11:17 GMT -5
"If I eat any more, I may burst." Lord Frey chuckles. "No, we are well fed here. Are you ready to battle in the tourney, then?"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 8, 2012 15:16:37 GMT -5
"I will be in the Archery, I plan to enter once I leave here, but I have never really used a lance and my spear is mostly just for killing boar not fighting men." Lars confesses and then continues with a laugh, "I could wield my throwing axes for the melee, but I'm not sure if my small blades are any good blunted."
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