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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 14:13:45 GMT -5
"I was, luckily," She replied, curtsying. "I have spent most of my time at Eddard's Rest of late, working for Prince Benjen. I was travel North, however something got in the way." She smiled. "Your family, did they join Lord Rycherd?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 14:18:40 GMT -5
"Well, you know apples," he says. "Some go in the pie, some just get their core cut out," his right eye flickers to his left side. "Not all the Fossoways were so loyal, regrettably. But when we inevitably win, I suppose my position in life will be much improved." He raises her hand to kiss it. "I have always been fascinated by the Vale. Tales of the massive peaks reach even us in our Cider Hall," he says, winking at her 'massive peaks'. "Word of your adventures are spread in an impolite but entertaining fashion even down south. You are seen by many as an intrepid adventurer, bound by no man's rules and governed by only whim." He nods. "I approve."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 14:26:10 GMT -5
"I can only imagine what those tales truly tell, though no doubt little of it is left to the imagination. I confess, it is all true," She replied, winking and giggling, purposefully making those 'massive peaks' bounce a little. "Nevertheless, infamy is not always a bad thing."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 14:29:36 GMT -5
"That is true. For instance, I also hear you cast spells and turn men to pigs. It would be a useful talent for over-friendly suitors," he said, seeming to consider it. "Alas, part of proving my loyalty to the king is promising to hunt down some bandit lord. Garrett, they call him. Supposedly he steals from the rich and gives to the poor. How..." he struggles for the word.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 14:48:08 GMT -5
"Noble?" Amelia finished for him. "I am sure some people view it like that, though the nobles will want their money back." She grinned. "Are you good then, with a sword? Or a bow? As for spells... well, I may know a few. It isn't as simple as that."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 15:00:13 GMT -5
"No one should ever claim to be good with a sword," he said. "Else others will challenge the claim. I have fought in battles and I'm still alive, and I did survive Lord Morrys's attempt to gut me, so I am familiar with steel. I prefer a bow; more utility. I am a hunter, not a fighter by nature." He leans in. "I'd love to see a spell. I've heard so much talk of sorcerers up here."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 15:10:20 GMT -5
"I see, though I cannot claim to be that good with magic either," Amelia replied with a small laugh. "But perhaps in a more private setting I can attempt to show you some magic. I wouldn't want it to go wrong and everyone here to be scared." She winked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 15:15:26 GMT -5
Jared regards her more carefully. "You wouldn't...turn me into a pig or something, would you? Maybe just light a fire or tell my fortune or make me fall in love." He grins at the last one. "I would be at your service."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 15:21:15 GMT -5
"A pig? No, a donkey more likely. The can carry more," She winked. "With a candle I could make a bigger flame, use the fire to do something else."
She considers what he had said. "I would not need magic to make you be at my service. I will only need wear my dress for the wedding day."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 15:23:47 GMT -5
"But, we are not even betrothed yet!" the man says with a laugh. "And a donkey is far better than a pig." He thinks. "Well, Iwould like to see this sorcery. At your convenience. I know the day is young and the suitors shall be assembling in their thousands."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 15:28:03 GMT -5
Amelia looked around for a moment and then shrugged. "I can show you to my chambers now, if you wish. There is no one else here that I am that interested in talking to and I have practiced any spellcasting in a while."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 15:36:55 GMT -5
Jared tugs at his collar and swallows unconsciously. "Um, well, I guess life is easier when you've beheaded all the septons. Lead on, my lady." He rises and offers his harp hand, then shakes his head and offers his other.
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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 23, 2015 18:41:29 GMT -5
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Darius looked completely out of place for the coming wedding, dressed for battle rather than for a formal event. As he stood drinking from a wine skin he was looking around the Hall, trying to see if there was anyone among the crowd of nobles whom he recognized, or anyone whom he did not want to have recognize him.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 23, 2015 18:46:05 GMT -5
Crowl comes walking up to Darius and slaps him on the shoulder. "What ya got there." He says motioning towards the wine skin, "Smells like piss, here have some of this stuff." He says pouring the firewater from his skull into a nearby goblet and pushing it into Darius's hands.
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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 23, 2015 18:52:33 GMT -5
Darius took a sip from the goblet, finding the contents to be better than he had expected, though not to his normal tastes.
"Thanks, this is quite, distinct" he said, taking another sip.
"Certainly better than most of what I have had since returning"
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