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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 3, 2015 15:34:14 GMT -5
Quentyn had happily assisted in the bedding ceremony, and now returned to the hall, swaying a bit. He spotted Killion and walked up beside him.
"You chasing every girl here?" He asked the prince. "Who's this one?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 15:38:11 GMT -5
Robyn took the rum and took a large drink of it, no food, blood loss, and her generally low alcohol tolerance taking the glass from him without thinking. To say it burned was an understatement, and she briefly went red in an attempt to not bring it back up. "Of the Iron Islands, eh? I spent a good few months killing your men this year," She said with a grin, "Surprises me you are here, given that"
Robyn ignored the new comer, clearly not noticing how attractive he was in her drunken state.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 15:38:24 GMT -5
"I sincerely doubt you care," Nick notes. Ellaria glares at her a moment, but storms out. Nick reaches halfheartedly then sigs. "What do you need, Amelia?"
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 3, 2015 15:42:59 GMT -5
Robyn took the rum and took a large drink of it, no food, blood loss, and her generally low alcohol tolerance taking the glass from him without thinking. To say it burned was an understatement, and she briefly went red in an attempt to not bring it back up. "Of the Iron Islands, eh? I spent a good few months killing your men this year," She said with a grin, "Surprises me you are here, given that" Robyn ignored the new comer, clearly not noticing how attractive he was in her drunken state. "You killed a few pirates, maybe. Not our men." He stumbled a bit and leaned on the table to steady himself. "Our men were busy sacking Mantarys." |
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 15:43:13 GMT -5
"Why do you doubt I care?" Amelia asked, watching the Dayne girl storm off before returning her gaze to Nick. "It has become more and more evident that poor Ellaria is desperate. Now I see the two of you arguing. Can I not be curious and ask to help?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 15:44:54 GMT -5
"I'm sure Grafton had his reasons, foolish as they may be." Dud said with a shrug. "I've only just joined Prince Benjen's side, but for what I've seen he is a good man and ruler." Dud finishes his wine. "Yes, he passed on after the battle." Dud decided not to mention the hanging "A good man..." Jenny said, watching the royals being bundled off. "Well you can keep following him if you want but I'll find something else to do." |
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 15:47:14 GMT -5
"I hope it served you well" She said, raising Killion's glass to him and drinking another glug. "that does not explain why you are here now,"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 15:47:57 GMT -5
Nick shrugged. "Ellaria and I can talk later." He waves a hand outside. "I've no desire to be present for the bedding. You can walk as we talk if you wish."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 3, 2015 15:50:44 GMT -5
"To celebrate the nupsh...nupt...wedding of some esteemed royalty of the Greenlands." He grabbed someone's half-empty mug of wine and drained it. "And to ensure a lashting peace between our peoples. Wouldn't want a pretty little thing like you having to fend off too many more pirates."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 15:51:00 GMT -5
Robyn took the rum and took a large drink of it, no food, blood loss, and her generally low alcohol tolerance taking the glass from him without thinking. To say it burned was an understatement, and she briefly went red in an attempt to not bring it back up. "Of the Iron Islands, eh? I spent a good few months killing your men this year," She said with a grin, "Surprises me you are here, given that" Robyn ignored the new comer, clearly not noticing how attractive he was in her drunken state. "Yes, I am certain you are a terrifying warrior." he quipped, biting his lip hard to suppress a laugh as she struggled with the rum. "I have not yet heard the legends from my kinsman of the fearsome wold woman, but I am sure it is only a matter of time." "You should not be so surprised. If this hall was devoid of those who had drawn steel against one another, there would be no wedding." Killion favored Quentyn with a dangerous glance in response to his abysmal wing-manning, though raised his goblet at the toast. "Princess Robyn, may I introduce you to Lord Quentyn Cleftjaw." he said, mocking the decorum. "Quentyn, this is Princess Robyn Stark, Bane of the Ironborn." |
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 15:53:14 GMT -5
Nick shrugged. "Ellaria and I can talk later." He waves a hand outside. "I've no desire to be present for the bedding. You can walk as we talk if you wish." "Just make sure she doesn't end up with Vhagus Blackfyre," Amelia muttered, escorting Nicholas from the hall. "We need to talk, about Wildfyre and those damn demons. Oh," She paused. "I'm sorry. I spoke a little harshly a while back." |
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Apr 3, 2015 16:00:03 GMT -5
"I'm sure Grafton had his reasons, foolish as they may be." Dud said with a shrug. "I've only just joined Prince Benjen's side, but for what I've seen he is a good man and ruler." Dud finishes his wine. "Yes, he passed on after the battle." Dud decided not to mention the hanging "A good man..." Jenny said, watching the royals being bundled off. "Well you can keep following him if you want but I'll find something else to do." Dud was surprised at the last comment. Dud knew Ella was not going to be a soldier for the North, but having it said out loud is what surprised him. Dud smiled at her fondly. "I have to follow him to reach my goals. What will you do? You did very well in the archery contest. A fine shot, I guess you could have hit me back in the woods" |
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 16:03:57 GMT -5
Robyn was not gone enough to know she was not being teased, "Why wait until you get home, Let's go, right now, and I can show you first hand," She said, seeming to forget she was horribly injured. "The difference is, we have made peace with the people here... with a few acceptions," she of course meant the Daynes and Vhagus representative.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 16:04:03 GMT -5
Dud was surprised at the last comment. Dud knew Ella was not going to be a soldier for the North, but having it said out loud is what surprised him. Dud smiled at her fondly. "I have to follow him to reach my goals. What will you do? You did very well in the archery contest. A fine shot, I guess you could have hit me back in the woods" "I will find something to do," Jenny responded, an optimistic smile on her face. "I spoke with that one earlier on; the one who's leaving with the big-titted tart," She indicated Nicholas Snow and Amelia Royce. |
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 3, 2015 16:08:37 GMT -5
Robyn was not gone enough to know she was not being teased, "Why wait until you get home, Let's go, right now, and I can show you first hand," She said, seeming to forget she was horribly injured. "The difference is, we have made peace with the people here... with a few acceptions," she of course meant the Daynes and Vhagus representative. "Is that some Greenlander wedding custom? Beat up a woman to celebrate?" He shook his head. "Barbarians, the lot of you." |
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