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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 2, 2015 18:34:35 GMT -5
Larry gathers up the coins and bows before prompted. He knows that much at least. He'll sit back down and get to losing. "Raise to 10, yeah sure great. Who're you?"
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 2, 2015 18:35:29 GMT -5
Kelsey looks at him. "Displeased, are you? Hoping I'd stay gone? Hmph," Her friend smiles a dazzling smile at Jaymes. "I'm Ellaria Dayne, my lord. Please don't let the reputation precede me. I rather hate my father." She is dressed in a low cut violet dress, clearly unconcerned with prim and proper today. "Not at all, just surprised, is all," said Jaymes, who really had been surprised, especially since the princess hadn't been in their party, or if she had, she'd been incredibly good at avoiding him. He scratched the back of his head. "I hope you are not too cross with me after our last.. er.. talk," he said. He had a small smile to return to the Dayne girl, although her presence at this wedding was just as confusing to him as Kelsey's. "I would have to say it is his reputation that precedes you, not yours, per se," he said, even though he knew fairly little of the Daynes, other than the fact their lord was most likely an insane sorcerer. "So you are not here on his behalf, I take it? Because he contacted me a while back with an offer that I.. had to refuse." He immediately wished he had not said the last part, because talking of marriage in front of Kelsey would have been most awkward. |
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Post by Darius Sand on Apr 2, 2015 18:37:29 GMT -5
"Darius Sand" Darius said as he took a seat.
"Yourself?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 18:38:46 GMT -5
Nick points and says names as he goes around. "Shithead, asshole, rustborn, peasant, homeless, landless, potentially dickless," he gets to hot guy, "that's the only real blood here, so he gets the honor of being named Rodrik Arryn, witless, and numb-balls. And you remember Larry," he finishes. "They are truly a motley crew."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 2, 2015 18:39:00 GMT -5
Andre shrugged. "I'm from the west. Insult it away. I will join you." He drinks more rum. "A fascinating beverage." "The west has the opposite problem: too easy to mistake their men for women. Soft men without a hair on their chin. Halfway through claiming one as your salt wife before you realize the error." he laughed. "I am glad you enjoy it. Sweeter than a stolen kiss and smoother than a Dornish ass." "So how many of these Northmen did you get to put under before peace stayed your hand?" |
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 2, 2015 18:39:33 GMT -5
Giovanda approaches the high table next, bowing his head only "Your Royalties, gifts from my Captain Uhtred of the Iron Titans, and thanks for the invitation to this good occasion" the second part being addressed to Benjen, he turns back to Johanna "For the High Lady, two histories of Secret City of Braavos, one in the common westerosi tongue, the other in the High Valyrian. For the Lord, a bravos sword of one who served you at the Vale and lost his life. A tradition, yes, for honor to you and him." "You are too kind," Joanna said with a bright smile to whoever that was, all the while wondering what on earth was she to do with a book written in High Valyrian, learn it? She gathered from this that Benjen knew the man and so let him to most of the talking. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 18:41:47 GMT -5
Kelsey looks at him. "Displeased, are you? Hoping I'd stay gone? Hmph," Her friend smiles a dazzling smile at Jaymes. "I'm Ellaria Dayne, my lord. Please don't let the reputation precede me. I rather hate my father." She is dressed in a low cut violet dress, clearly unconcerned with prim and proper today. "Not at all, just surprised, is all," said Jaymes, who really had been surprised, especially since the princess hadn't been in their party, or if she had, she'd been incredibly good at avoiding him. He scratched the back of his head. "I hope you are not too cross with me after our last.. er.. talk," he said. He had a small smile to return to the Dayne girl, although her presence at this wedding was just as confusing to him as Kelsey's. "I would have to say it is his reputation that precedes you, not yours, per se," he said, even though he knew fairly little of the Daynes, other than the fact their lord was most likely an insane sorcerer. "So you are not here on his behalf, I take it? Because he contacted me a while back with an offer that I.. had to refuse." He immediately wished he had not said the last part, because talking of marriage in front of Kelsey would have been most awkward. Kelsey snorts. "I wouldn't be so mad if you'd dance, I guess. I just got here yesterday. Maybe we can finish our talk." Ellaria shrugs. "I would take a dance too, sometime, if you get...bored. I am looking to destroy my father." She smiles at him with a predatory look. "I am glad you refused, I suppose." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 18:45:31 GMT -5
Andre shrugged. "I'm from the west. Insult it away. I will join you." He drinks more rum. "A fascinating beverage." "The west has the opposite problem: too easy to mistake their men for women. Soft men without a hair on their chin. Halfway through claiming one as your salt wife before you realize the error." he laughed. "I am glad you enjoy it. Sweeter than a stolen kiss and smoother than a Dornish ass." "So how many of these Northmen did you get to put under before peace stayed your hand?" "A dozen or so, but I was there only a month," he said, shrugging. "The Lannisters like to use me as a bodyguard. I look forward to seeing you on the field of battle, Greyjoy," he says. He rises and walks off to find more whiskey. |
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 2, 2015 18:47:56 GMT -5
"Darius Sand" Darius said as he took a seat. "Yourself?" Larry jerks his thumb up at Nick as he lists off everyone's name, then is surprised to hear his actual name. He looks up, and is... touched. Anyway back to losing. "I'm from the North." He'll glance at his cards, completely fail to hide his triumphal look, then raise 5 "Seems like this is a bastards table eh? Course I'm commonborn, so that's even below you folks." |
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Post by Kurts on Apr 2, 2015 18:53:04 GMT -5
Killion tips an imaginary hat to Andre as he walks away, standing as well as he finished his new favorite drink. He looked around, deciding that it would be a poor showing of he did not find at least a little mischief.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 2, 2015 18:53:36 GMT -5
Kelsey snorts. "I wouldn't be so mad if you'd dance, I guess. I just got here yesterday. Maybe we can finish our talk." Ellaria shrugs. "I would take a dance too, sometime, if you get...bored. I am looking to destroy my father." She smiles at him with a predatory look. "I am glad you refused, I suppose." Jaymes nodded at the princess. "I do dance," he said, although found himself wishing for Robyn Stark's injuries at that moment so he'd have a plausible excuse. He blinked at Ellaria, this kind of straightforwardness not exactly something he was used to. Then again, she was dornish. "Of course. I think we might be headed that direcion. Until our dance, then," he said with a small bow, and lead his cousin to the dancefloor. "So.. I tried to get you out of this betrothal, but I don't think it will be happening," he told her as they spun around, sincerely regretful. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 18:55:50 GMT -5
"The direction of boredom?" Ellaria asks playfully. She flits away to find someone else.
Kelsey shrugs. "You tried, I know. Very hard. Then you went and fought a dragon, from the stories I hear. Did it breathe fire on you?" Her tone makes it sound as though it wouldn't have been the worst thing.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 2, 2015 18:56:54 GMT -5
Nick points and says names as he goes around. "Shithead, asshole, rustborn, peasant, homeless, landless, potentially dickless," he gets to hot guy, "that's the only real blood here, so he gets the honor of being named Rodrik Arryn, witless, and numb-balls. And you remember Larry," he finishes. "They are truly a motley crew." "What thoughtful parents you must have all had." Robyn said, looking at each of them in turn and looked directly at Numb-balls in particular for his unfortunate name. Not that they were real. "You can't be of the Arryn's from the Eyrie, Ser?" She asked the attractive man, "Still you must be distressed about your lord all the same," |
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Apr 2, 2015 18:57:06 GMT -5
Korben sat with the other goldlanders who'd come for the wedding, looking into his drink but not drinking a drop, his attention on other things. The main being who'd come to the wedding, and the folks he'd brought with him to riverrun. Korben didn't like the ironborn, nor did he trust them, nor did anyone in his family, or the village of kayce in general.
And now he was at a wedding between lannister royalty and stark family, with ironborn attending in the same hall. Korben took a drink of his wine, just enough to taste and set his goblet back down. He really, really, hoped the Ironborn prince signed up for the tourney. It'd make this whole political marriage parade feel just a bit more worth it, if he could get at least one good hit on the man in the melee.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 18:58:53 GMT -5
Rodrik shrugged. "It is sad that we haven't driven the...uh, villains out of our Eyrie and reclaimed poor lord Gregor, but if we assault it they'll kill the lad and we can't have that. Besides which, it's impregnable. I'm his uncle, though; his father's youngest brother. Much younger, mind you."
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