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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 27, 2012 14:47:53 GMT -5
"Thanks for remembering," he chuckled. "You look...very dangerous with your dress and a swordbelt. I feel you may have started a new fashion craze."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 27, 2012 17:18:53 GMT -5
Reyna wandered away from Fyodor's bedchamber, after asking the maester to let her know when he awoke.
She decided to see what the damage was inside the ruins and if there was anything practical to be done.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 27, 2012 18:02:26 GMT -5
The city has for all intents and purposes ceased to exist, but there are a few open buildings high on hills. The castle seems severely undermanned; many of the workers there lived in the town itself.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Nov 27, 2012 18:03:57 GMT -5
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Karyl Crowl sits in his room fashioning the bones of the Dead Cassadar into a goblet much like those that the Clans of Skagos use after they best a worthy opponent, After soaking the bones in water to clean them he carefully carves a hole in the top of the skull and putting a portion of the spine through it so that it sticks out from the top of the head he flattens the top of the spine on the inside of the skull to lay flat against the skull so that it is secure and not likely to fall apart. He then takes part of the hip bone and carving it to an appropriate size attaches it to the other end of the portion of spine using the same method of cutting a hole and tempering it against the backside of the bone. Making sure that the overall construction is durable and usable for the purpose it is being made for. Once satisfied Karyl Crowl takes three smooth river stones that he had found for this express purpose he grinds them down to size and after polishing them stuffs them in the empty eye sockets and nasal cavity of the skull to make it more water tight. Once that is done he sets the goblet asides and starts carving a wooden bowl slightly smaller then the inside of the skull but with higher and has a lip on it that descends lower then the edge of the skull on the outside of it. After doing this the Crowl dips the bone construction into a solution that he made using various ingredients that when dries acts as a clear lacquer further strengthening the goblet, before fully drying Karyl presses the wooden bowl down into the skull so that the solution glues the wood to the actual bone. Once fully complete The Crowl looks at the goblet he had created, though it was not the first time he had created such a goblet he had tried to make it the best he possibly could because of who was hopefully going to be using it.
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Post by Marlow on Nov 27, 2012 18:15:45 GMT -5
Jason knocks on the door of the room he had learned to be Crowl's, then leaned back against a wall as he waited, looking around idly. They'd been here for a day and he was already growing weary of the depression oozing from every stone and person.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Nov 27, 2012 18:17:13 GMT -5
The Crowl goes to the door and opens it with a smile having just finished the goblet. He sees who it is and his smile slowly fades, "Hello, Ser Jason. How may I help you?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 27, 2012 18:20:06 GMT -5
"Thanks for remembering," he chuckled. "You look...very dangerous with your dress and a swordbelt. I feel you may have started a new fashion craze." "I think the other ladies will have more to worry about than fashion in the coming days," she said dryly. "But thank you. Perhaps villains will know better than to mess with me in the future." She grinned at him. "Still..." she thought a moment. "You should show me how to use it. I feel it'd be useful, the way I draw trouble." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 27, 2012 18:24:44 GMT -5
"Do you want to practice with the dress on, or off?" he asks with a grin.
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 27, 2012 18:28:39 GMT -5
She laughed at him. "A moment ago I couldve sworn you were too exhausted to stand." She tugged at the laces on her bodice, slowly letting them come undone.
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Post by Marlow on Nov 27, 2012 18:33:19 GMT -5
The Crowl goes to the door and opens it with a smile having just finished the goblet. He sees who it is and his smile slowly fades, "Hello, Ser Jason. How may I help you?" Jason seems not to notice, or care. "Hello, Crowl. Do anything with those parts you took from Cassadar yet?" |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 27, 2012 18:33:34 GMT -5
"Never stand when you can relax on a bed with a beautiful woman," he says. "My lord grandfather is a wise man." While she fumbles at the laces, he takes her sword and looks down its edge, testing it with his finger. He spins it about in his hand and checks the balance. "Not bad, for a beginner's weapon," he says. He licks his lips as Arania's bodice loosens.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 27, 2012 18:34:29 GMT -5
It only takes Benjen a moment to run into Griffyn and a wetnurse, holding the little prince. His face is scrunched from the cold but he seems fine otherwise. "Thank the gods you are alright, little one," Benjen says, holding his son close to him before going to find Catherine. |
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Nov 27, 2012 18:36:47 GMT -5
"Why yes in fact, I just finished the task at hand that I was going to use them for." He says opening the door wider and letting the man see the room behind him and in result the table with the wine goblet standing on it.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 27, 2012 18:37:24 GMT -5
He finds her easily enough, his sisters whispering and hugging her. They back off when they see Ben approach. "We'll go see Father now," Meera says as they scurry off.
Catherine takes her little baby boy and coos gently to him. "I was so scared you died, Ben."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 27, 2012 18:38:57 GMT -5
"Gods, it was a close one, Catherine," He said, stroking her head. "When we saw the wave hit Eddard's Rest... well... he is dead now. Finally."
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