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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 4:28:41 GMT -5
Elias nodded. "Not surprising, I suppose." The pair uneventfully heads back up to the Lord's Solar.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Mar 27, 2015 13:20:30 GMT -5
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Ser Dudley Mudd finally makes his way to Riverrun. He request permission to enter the castle, as a sworn sword to Prince Benjen. He also inquires if the wedding has happened and if there is a tournament.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 27, 2015 13:34:09 GMT -5
Jenny, a sellsword by the looks of it, is with Dudley.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 2, 2015 6:15:58 GMT -5
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A small group of people rides swiftly through the gate.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 2, 2015 15:50:15 GMT -5
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Prince Killion's flagship galleon King Harren's Revengehad made anchor with Quentyn Cleftjaw's galleon Sore Tooth in Ironman's Bay near the coast, along with a number of escort corsairs. They had left their first mates in command and set out on dinghys with a dozen men, landing upon the shore near Oldstone. Expertly navigating the Blue Fork and then the Red Fork of the Trident, they made excellent time, landing upon the shores of the Water Gate before a full moon's turn.
A flag of peace was planted in the dirt, to assure they were not feathered by the archers,
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 15:59:31 GMT -5
Word of the potential arrival of ironborn had arrived via raven, so while they are regarded a bit suspiciously, no one says anything untoward. They are greeted by Ser Ryan Tully, heir to the Riverlands, a sharp-eyed and hard looking man of thirty five. He nods tot he group. "Welcome to Riverrun."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 2, 2015 16:17:55 GMT -5
"Never thought I'd hear those words." Killion remarked, inspecting the various murderholes above him with interest before his grey-blue eyes rested on Ser Ryan. "Least not without my hands shackled."
"We come as diplomatic envoys on behalf of my father, Iron King Euric Greyjoy, King of the Iron Isles, King of Salt and Rock, Son of the Sea Wind, and Lord Reaper of Pyke." the prince lazily listed his father's titles with as much diplomatic grandeur as he could muster. "To celebrate the union between the North and Goldlands, as well as present our gifts to the happy couples."
He motioned to a matching pair of sizable statues one of the thralls had been forced to lug around from Oldstones, ornate and garish things of solid gold studded with precious gems taken from Mantarys. Killion had been informed it was their goddess of marriage, fertility, and maternal protection; though judging by how protected the city had been from the Ironborn it would be hard to stake faith in the other blessings.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 16:25:12 GMT -5
Ser Ryan nods. "We thank you, Prince Killion." He motions them inside. "Your rooms are on the third floor of this tower. Space is cramped but this fortress wasn't built for parties like this." Which politely leaves out the fact it was built to keep out Ironborn raiders.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 2, 2015 16:35:11 GMT -5
"Every room is a palace when accustomed to a ship's cabin." Killion replied lightly, with a smirk.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 16:45:11 GMT -5
"I am sure it is," Ryan agreed thoughtfully. "Although from what i hear of your ship, it virtually is a palace."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 2, 2015 16:51:05 GMT -5
"Indeed, I am told Lord Redwyne spared no expense in its construction." he said pointedly, a glint in his eye. "I will make sure to drink my fair share of Arbor red this evening in an effort to recoup the poor man's losses."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 17:12:43 GMT -5
"I won't shed too many tears for him," Ryan said. "I imagine he is fine, enjoying warm weather and growing vast quantities of that same red."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 4, 2015 2:52:28 GMT -5
"I certainly hope so." Killion replied, in earnest. "There are few prizes as treasured as a merchant ship with a hill full of casks of Arbor Red. Thought almost brings a tear to my eye."
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