Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 13:14:19 GMT -5
And she can drink as well , Killion noted, knowing for certain now that this was a dangerous woman.
"I have spent more of my life upon the Narrow Sea than upon the rocky shores of my homeland." he absentmindedly spun a Lysene ring around his right index finger. "It seems I missed all the fun in the North."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 13:37:19 GMT -5
"Fun is one word to use, however you would have been facing not only Kal Stark but Benjen as well," Amelia responded with a giggle, handing Killion's flask back to him and taking a goblet of wine from the tray. "Though no doubt you men find the thought of fighting each other to the death fun!"
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 13:44:13 GMT -5
"It is a poor reaver that hits where his enemy is strong." he took the skin back and took a mouthful of rum, swishing the sweet liquor around in his mouth a bit to clear out the remains of the concoction she had made. "It would have been unlikely we ever crossed paths."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 13:46:23 GMT -5
Nick leaves the two with a shallow bow, and turns to leave. "We'll talk about you coming tomorrow, sister," he tells Robyn. "But I'd say I should leave before the...end of the fun." As he heads to the door, the Lady Ellaria steps up to him and whispers something in his ear. He looks confused a moment but shrugs and follows her out the main entrance.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 3, 2015 14:00:16 GMT -5
Jaymes had two more glasses of whiskey, wished his sister and co a good night and sauntered towards the exit to leave before the bedding ceremony could begin.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 14:00:42 GMT -5
"It is a poor reaver that hits where his enemy is strong." he took the skin back and took a mouthful of rum, swishing the sweet liquor around in his mouth a bit to clear out the remains of the concoction she had made. "It would have been unlikely we ever crossed paths." "And now we are all friends!" Amelia said, exaggerating somewhat. "Though no doubt you have come looking perhaps for a wife?" She raised an eyebrow. "Poor Ellaria Dayne over there has been begging any man she can find to help her poor little soul."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 14:10:07 GMT -5
"The best of friends." was his sarcastic reply, as his eyes scanned the scores of men drinking together that had been willing to cut each other down just weeks before.
"My father sends me to broker an alliance, something typically sealed with marriage." he took another gulp from his skin of rum at the thought, head swimming now from his unwise decision to mix so many types of drink. "Though that is probably a discussion best had between royals" he added, glancing to the dais.
"As for poor Ellaria Dayne, saving a damsel in distress seems a task more befitting one of your prancing knights than a reaver."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 14:15:48 GMT -5
Dud comes to the feast and sits at one of the far off tables, with other guests that have no idea how they even were allowed in. He is wearing fine brown leathers. His shirt has a stitched in sigil of house Mudd, a golden crown studded with small emeralds, over his heart. His clothing is clean and pressed, fitting him perfectly showing off his muscular upper body. He is followed by Jenny, who is dressed in a simple green dress that matches her auburn hair, done up again in braided pigtails. "This place is... huge..." She said, looking around the large hall. "I've never been inside a castle."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 14:19:26 GMT -5
"The best of friends." was his sarcastic reply, as his eyes scanned the scores of men drinking together that had been willing to cut each other down just weeks before. "My father sends me to broker an alliance, something typically sealed with marriage." he took another gulp from his skin of rum at the thought, head swimming now from his unwise decision to mix so many types of drink. "Though that is probably a discussion best had between royals" he added, glancing to the dais. "As for poor Ellaria Dayne, saving a damsel in distress seems a task more befitting one of your prancing knights than a reaver." "You wound me," Amelia said as he clearly inferred he would rather speak with higher ups about this. "Oooh, perhaps speak with Princess Robyn," She suggested, giggling so hard it made her bosom bounce. "She's that lovely little thing in purple."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Apr 3, 2015 14:26:25 GMT -5
Dud comes to the feast and sits at one of the far off tables, with other guests that have no idea how they even were allowed in. He is wearing fine brown leathers. His shirt has a stitched in sigil of house Mudd, a golden crown studded with small emeralds, over his heart. His clothing is clean and pressed, fitting him perfectly showing off his muscular upper body. He is followed by Jenny, who is dressed in a simple green dress that matches her auburn hair, done up again in braided pigtails. "This place is... huge..." She said, looking around the large hall. "I've never been inside a castle." "This is one of the first westeros castles I've been in. Been to plenty of manses in the free cities. Amazing structures, built before you and I were even a thought." Dud replies to Jenny as he takes in the hall for himself. "More amazing is how they can fill such a big room with food and alcohol so easily."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 14:27:32 GMT -5
"No offense was intended." he replied with a sharkish smile, revealing white teeth. " On the contrary, it was a compliment. Diplomacy is just so dull to discuss and feasts are meant to be a more lively affair. You seem no stranger to the latter."
His eyes, after glancing down at Amelia's jiggling breasts, did seek out the Stark girl.
"Lovely indeed." he mused aloud.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 14:31:07 GMT -5
"This is one of the first westeros castles I've been in. Been to plenty of manses in the free cities. Amazing structures, built before you and I were even a thought." Dud replies to Jenny as he takes in the hall for himself. "More amazing is how they can fill such a big room with food and alcohol so easily." "The means of the rich, suppressing the masses for their own gain," Jenny muttered, quiet enough so only Dud heard her. "Why do those that crawl from between a certain pair of legs get to live in a place like this while others live in the dirt?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 14:33:03 GMT -5
"No offense was intended." he replied with a sharkish smile, revealing white teeth. " On the contrary, it was a compliment. Diplomacy is just so dull to discuss and feasts are meant to be a more lively affair. You seem no stranger to the latter." His eyes, after glancing down at Amelia's jiggling breasts, did seek out the Stark girl. "Lovely indeed." he mused aloud. Amelia grinned, placing one hand around Killion as she stood beside and slightly behind him, in a conspiratory position, her breasts pushing into the man's side. "Picture yourself on a longship, Greyjoy Prince. You see the shore and there, there standing on a beach, is she! But no, this is not a maid to be conquered with arms! Charm her!" She laughed and drank from her wine.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Apr 3, 2015 14:44:05 GMT -5
"This is one of the first westeros castles I've been in. Been to plenty of manses in the free cities. Amazing structures, built before you and I were even a thought." Dud replies to Jenny as he takes in the hall for himself. "More amazing is how they can fill such a big room with food and alcohol so easily." "The means of the rich, suppressing the masses for their own gain," Jenny muttered, quiet enough so only Dud heard her. "Why do those that crawl from between a certain pair of legs get to live in a place like this while others live in the dirt?" "Because of the followers that make it so." Dud simply replies. "A families strength and wealth comes from not just themselves, but all those that help them keep it." Dud gets some fancy wine from a server and keeps one for himself while handing a goblet to Ella. "Not too long ago, being born with the name Grafton would have afforded you such a life, but now it may be worse than not having one."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 14:48:09 GMT -5
He placed a hand upon his chin, stroking his beard as if considering the manner, leaning further into the woman's sizable endowments.
"Now you have taken all the fun out of the notion." he remarked with a wry smile.
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