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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Nov 1, 2012 18:55:10 GMT -5
Lars rows to the Water Gate and looks to gain entry to the castle.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 19:10:13 GMT -5
He is admitted. Riverrun has an army camped about it, but the atmosphere is relaxed; except the eternally roaming scouts who Liddle had encountered s far as twenty miles away.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 13:37:43 GMT -5
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Prince Benjen Stark arrived for the wedding roughly a week before it was set to take place.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 13:41:40 GMT -5
The host around Riverrun is getting larger by the day. Larissa Tully greets the young prince with her trademark rosy smile and bright red hair bouncing in the winter sun. "Hello Benjen! Welcome back!" The remains of the Stark host disperses among the crowd.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 13:42:51 GMT -5
Benjen grinned and hugged the girl. "Larissa, it certainly has been a while," He said brightly. "How have times been for you, my dear? You grow more beautiful every time I see you."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 13:48:40 GMT -5
"Better since the peace!" she chirps merrily. "I overheard my lord father discussing plans to marry me off to Lord Manderly." She looks to Benjen. "You know him, right? He better be handsome. I need a handsome man to be warm in the North."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 13:56:22 GMT -5
"Handsome is an understatement," Benjen exclaimed with a grin. "You will find the Lord of White Harbour very much to your liking, Larissa. And even if not, he's still a rich and powerful man." He winked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 14:01:08 GMT -5
She nods. "Good. They tried betrothing me to Richard Grafton once, before, you know..." she rolls her eyes. "My dad can be such a dumbass." As they talk, Benjen sees Ellaria Dayne, talking to a strange looking knight in a black dragon tabard.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 14:10:53 GMT -5
"Well, Lord Grafton has been dealt with, but you will no doubt be at home at White Harbour."
Benjen looked over to Ellaria and frowned, having been told by Amelia about Vhagus' men. "Please excuse me for a moment, Larissa."
He smiled and walked over to the party of two. "Prince Benjen Stark, nice to meet you," He said, extending his hand to the knight.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 14:13:12 GMT -5
Ellaria looks at Benjen oddly. The man shakes in a friendly manner. "Ronald, formerly of King's Landing," he said. "Lately of King Vhagus Targaryen's service. He wishes you the best on your happy occasion. He also offers a gift to be given at your convenience." He bows.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 14:21:13 GMT -5
"A gift from King Vhagus himself, what an honour," Benjen retorts, sounding genuine. "You've piqued my curiosity now, Ser Ronald. May I see the gift?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 14:25:48 GMT -5
"It is in our tent, my prince. We can go see it, or I can have my men bring it to you." He says. His tent is clearly marked with their sigil about fifty yards away. "It's a bit heavy."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 14:27:05 GMT -5
"No need to break your men's backs just yet," Benjen replied, offering Ellaria his arm before heading over to the tent.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 14:32:57 GMT -5
After a moment's hesitation, she takes it and they go to the tent. It is more simply appointed than perhaps expected, but it has a ful suit of plate armor, perfectly articulated and shiny as silver, and next to it a brand new-forged sword so well made he can see his reflection in it, and capped off by a shield with his grey wolf's head on it. "King Vhagus wishes the warrior prince of the North the best, and hopes his gift will keep you safe for years to come." Next to it is a covered stand. "The other one is for the Lady Joanna."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 14:45:40 GMT -5
"How kind of King Vhagus," Benjen stated as he viewed the present. "I assume he utilized magic to ascertain my size," He added with a chuckle, though he did mean it. "As for Lady Joanna's present, I shall leave it to her to see."
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