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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 18:20:12 GMT -5
"The Faith thank you, Lord Rycherd. The Seven view your actions with great favor." Warryn nods. "The tourney will be soon. A new champion shall rise. Must rise."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Nov 12, 2012 18:28:12 GMT -5
"There are many entrants to the tourney?" asked Rycherd. "I should get to know the best of them."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 18:34:03 GMT -5
"Seventy. The Stormlands, Vale, Riverlands, Dorne, the West, the Reach...all have sent men. Even one solitary Manderly. Westeros united for a tourney here."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Nov 12, 2012 21:37:37 GMT -5
Seventy. Of course.
Rycherd bowed his head to hide the unbidden smirk that he knew was on his face.
"I shall look forward to watching it. Indeed were it a normal tourney, I would enter the lists myself."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 21:45:24 GMT -5
"I am sure no one would object to you entering the joust. The survivor of the melee is the one who will be judged the Seven's champion, against all foes."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Nov 12, 2012 22:09:53 GMT -5
"And appointed the new Knight Commander of the Faith?" asked Rycherd, although he was sure he already knew the answer.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 13, 2012 7:56:20 GMT -5
"The Seven will have already appointed him on the field of battle. Who could say otherwise?" He shrugs. "Now, we do ensure everyone in the tourney has a certain...moral rigour about them before we let them participate."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Nov 13, 2012 18:49:37 GMT -5
Rycherd nodded his head in agreement.
"I shall observe with interest Your Holiness. My men will ensure that Summerhall remains safe from attack while the tourney is being held. And at it's conclusion." he continued, "I would invite you and our new Knight Commander to Highgarden to solemnize my marriage.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 13, 2012 18:58:58 GMT -5
"Of course, my lord. I shall honor the late lord Yronwood by seeing his daughter wed." Warryn nods.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 2, 2015 7:00:26 GMT -5
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Alester of the Faith also keeps his eye on Lord Tyrell's movements, on a rotating schedule of course.
(60 Espionage)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 10:03:32 GMT -5
King Rychard has moved northeast, towards King's Landing leading about twenty thousand men. More are supposedly coming from Oldtown.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 3, 2015 12:22:02 GMT -5
A week or so later, Alester sought out the the captain the Master of Whisperers had appointed, and sat next to him at lunch hour. "So. What now?" he asked, helping himself to some of the cheap wine on the table. The worst thing about being a reachman was definitely the wine.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 17:55:32 GMT -5
"We need to get into the armored wing," the man said. "They are hiding something there, according to all the idle talk."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 4, 2015 5:30:19 GMT -5
Arthur nodded, breaking a piece of a bread to wash down with the wine. He was Alester to everyone else here, but his original group must have known his real name, although sometimes he doubted they did. "And how do we do that? Can we draw guard for the place?" he asked with the poor enunciation of a peasant, which came from having spent too much time around such. It didn't help that his mouth was full of bread.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 4, 2015 7:43:18 GMT -5
"They vet their guards a bit more than we can handle. Their latrine cleaners, though. Different story." Leighton grins. "Hope you don't mind scrubbing."
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