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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Apr 2, 2015 22:02:24 GMT -5
"I think, that he thinks, you'll be rubbish at this game." Korben said with a smirk as he took a seat, eager to get started and the drink in him filling him with confidence.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 2, 2015 22:17:23 GMT -5
Amelia smiled/smirked up at Killian, part maiden and part mischief as he uttered those words. Her curtsy gave him a good glance down her cleavage and when she righted herself one hand delicately went to her hips. "Funny, those are the exact words Clarence Blackwall said to me before I tamed him," She said, lashes batting. "Though he got loose again it seems." It was of course bravado (though not exactly a lie), but Ami knew how to talk to Ironborn. Killion let his eyes wander where they may, having little patience for concepts such as decorum or impropriety. "I am sure you were a great temporary comfort from that wife of his." the prince allowed, with a knowing smile. "I would not take it personally. It is difficult, if not impossible to keep a man with iron in his veins hooked on the line for long, especially one as ill-humored as Clarence." |
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Post by Ser Pounce on Apr 2, 2015 22:53:34 GMT -5
"I think, that he thinks, you'll be rubbish at this game." Korben said with a smirk as he took a seat, eager to get started and the drink in him filling him with confidence. "That's right, but thats okay if you dont wanna play, leave it to the pros." "Anyway, yall ready for the next round?" ((OOC if Danya doesnt punch this knight then we have the option to actually play this game through rp with me rolling the dice via random # generator. I'd PM you the dice that are in your cups. Alternatively we just skip it and I make up who wins  ) |
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 3, 2015 4:39:13 GMT -5
"Magic, as a matter of fact," Benjen responded, cheering up again as he remembered that he had ale. "She set his ugly face on fire, god damn sorceress! Seem they're everywhere these days!" He chuckled and took a big gulp. "So it seems," agreed Joanna, who personally only knew one, but had heard of a number of others. "Are you entirely sure you killed the thing?" she asked doubtfully. If they had, she'd have thought they'd bring back some kind of a trophy, like its head. Ellaria kisses him. "You will? Well now, you're such a brave man." She chuckles. "But be careful, Jaymes, he isn't just some normal sort of man. But I appreciate your support." She may have had a bit much to drink too. Jaymes, fully aware he'd just been kissed in front of a woman who actually wanted to marry him, one who he wanted to marry for an alliance, as well as the full court, pushed her away gently, and cleared his throat rather loudly, raising a hand between them. "And I appreciate your... appreciation, but this is neither the time nor place for such," he said, smiling, albeit a little awkwardly. He took a sip of his wine, and let his eyes roam the room for any damage it'd done. "So I've heard, however. Perhaps there is something you know about his weaknesses, if there are any? I imagine that would be most helpful." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 5:30:50 GMT -5
Nick laughed. "Well that's charming, Robyn. I rather like having a sister."
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Jaymes sees no real damage as of yet. Ellaria shakes her head. "We can talk later, Lord Jaymes." She curtsies and moves off. More festivities yet remain.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 3, 2015 5:43:23 GMT -5
Noticing that Robyn had vacated his seat, probably a long time ago, Jaymes went to reclaim it.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 6:12:55 GMT -5
With most of the guests having given gifts, it is now to the Dayne delegation. Ser Garen heads to the raised dais. He offers Prince Benjen a book written during the reign of Lord Rickon Stark, a rare copy indeed, and to the Lady Joanna he gives a cloak of the finest silk, lined with furs for warmth, with a clasp made of diamonds. He bows. "King Bryce congratulates you on your wedding, and wishes to extend an invitation to his wedding to be held next March," he says. "The Princess Nina Martell has accepted his offer of a betrothal."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 6:32:58 GMT -5
Killion let his eyes wander where they may, having little patience for concepts such as decorum or impropriety. "I am sure you were a great temporary comfort from that wife of his." the prince allowed, with a knowing smile. "I would not take it personally. It is difficult, if not impossible to keep a man with iron in his veins hooked on the line for long, especially one as ill-humored as Clarence. Amelia shrugged, looking mildly amused. "I cannot help but think it was a mistake every even speaking to the man but experience teaches us many things." Her eyes narrowed a little. "I am quite surprised however than the Ironborn decided to come to the wedding." |
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 6:36:24 GMT -5
"That's right, but thats okay if you dont wanna play, leave it to the pros." "Anyway, yall ready for the next round?" ((OOC if Danya doesnt punch this knight then we have the option to actually play this game through rp with me rolling the dice via random # generator. I'd PM you the dice that are in your cups. Alternatively we just skip it and I make up who wins ) If Danya were like any other noble she would have likely pointed out that her father was the Hand of the King but then that was a cheap way out. She briefly considered killing the man in the night and decided that was a little too extreme. "Let's roll," She grunted. |
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 6:40:18 GMT -5
With most of the guests having given gifts, it is now to the Dayne delegation. Ser Garen heads to the raised dais. He offers Prince Benjen a book written during the reign of Lord Rickon Stark, a rare copy indeed, and to the Lady Joanna he gives a cloak of the finest silk, lined with furs for warmth, with a clasp made of diamonds. He bows. "King Bryce congratulates you on your wedding, and wishes to extend an invitation to his wedding to be held next March," he says. "The Princess Nina Martell has accepted his offer of a betrothal." Benjen smiled at Joanna. "Welllll, the house was beginning to fall down on our head when the things head was burning so we had to run. "But-" He turned when Ser Garen approached and accepted the gift graciously. Then his smile turned, his expression darkening. "I see," He finally said in his most diplomatic tone. "Tell King Bryce that we thank him for the invitation." Under the table he took Joanna's hand, need some sort of reminding that there were still good things in life. |
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 3, 2015 6:49:06 GMT -5
Poor girl, thought Joanna, granting Dayne a smile nevertheless, if a slightly haughty one. "The princess has chosen well," she commented. "Where is this wedding to take place, I wonder?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 7:00:12 GMT -5
"Why, the only place worthy of such an event," Ser Garen said. "Te Great Sept of Baelor." He smiles to the lady. "We would be most go honored if you could attend."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 7:15:48 GMT -5
"By that I can only surmise Bryce Dayne believes he will have conquered King's Landing by then," Benjen responded. "I am sure Frances Dayne will look forward to seeing Kal Stark again."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 7:32:10 GMT -5
For just a second, Ser Garen's mask slips, and Ben and Joanna see the venomous contempt the man holds for them, but in just a second it is gone, back to the placid mask of the diplomat. "I assure you, Lord Frances has been looking forward to a reunion. But I assume this means that you won't be in attendance," he said. "That is unfortunate. But with our truce in effect, do you think Lord Kalvin may want to be a guest? I regret his army is not invited." He turns to where the purple-clad Ellaria is. "You are invited too, of course."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 7:38:50 GMT -5
For just a second, Ser Garen's mask slips, and Ben and Joanna see the venomous contempt the man holds for them, but in just a second it is gone, back to the placid mask of the diplomat. "I assure you, Lord Frances has been looking forward to a reunion. But I assume this means that you won't be in attendance," he said. "That is unfortunate. But with our truce in effect, do you think Lord Kalvin may want to be a guest? I regret his army is not invited." He turns to where the purple-clad Ellaria is. "You are invited too, of course." "Oh no, I will be there Ser Garen," Benjen responded, his eyes bearing the promise. "And I will be bringing all of my lords; after all, how can we not all be there at the grandest of weddings?" |
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