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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 29, 2012 20:23:41 GMT -5
Belle blushed. "If you say so, Aldric."
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 29, 2012 22:04:42 GMT -5
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Jeremy makes his way with his son down the walk away to the tears. He sits down on a bench and enjoys the sounds of the tears.
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Post by Lord Aldric Arryn on Aug 30, 2012 8:00:41 GMT -5
Belle blushed. "If you say so, Aldric." Aldric see his bastard cousin walk back into the garden and nod at him. Quickly looking back to Belle, Aldric actually manages a smile, "It has been a surprise pleasure talking to you Lady Belle. But it must now end. I hope you'll come here more often." Aldric cluthes her hand once more then turns and leaves. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Aldric takes a seat next to his father, "Father its almost time, isn't it?" |
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 30, 2012 10:00:05 GMT -5
He leans on one of the statues that are next to the bench. "We defended this land...i have done some things I too am not proud off...your mother, A wonderful woman she we was....would have been proud of you." He closes his eyes.
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Post by Lord Aldric Arryn on Aug 30, 2012 18:44:32 GMT -5
"As long as your proud of me father."
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 30, 2012 19:02:39 GMT -5
"Never been prouder...." Jeremy with shaking hands hands him his sword, his eyes still closed, then looks deep into his sons eyes..."Rule well..."
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Post by Lord Aldric Arryn on Aug 30, 2012 19:41:19 GMT -5
"I will. I promise." Aldric kisses Jeremy one last time on his forehead, "Good Bye Father."
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 30, 2012 19:43:39 GMT -5
With that, his father is gone. With the rest of the High Arryns.
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Post by Lord Aldric Arryn on Aug 30, 2012 19:46:45 GMT -5
Aldric craddles his fathers body for a second longer softly crying. Scooping the mans body into his arms Aldric begins to carry it inside.
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Post by Felric Crowl on Sept 2, 2012 10:25:32 GMT -5
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All was quiet in the Eyrie. The dark of the night had taken hold, and the garden was as loud as a tomb. Felric sat in the middle of it, knife slowly scraping away at wood. He had spent arrows needlessly the day before, and he would replace them now.
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Sept 2, 2012 11:12:34 GMT -5
Wilhelm makes his way to the gardens again just before he leaves and notices Felric looking down at the man. "You are Felric, a smith correct?" He asks him.
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Post by Felric Crowl on Sept 2, 2012 11:22:50 GMT -5
"That I am Stark. Though I am curious to know who told you that." Felric looked up at the tall scarred man standing over him. "I'm surprised you remembered me."
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Sept 2, 2012 11:34:20 GMT -5
"It is hard not to when all you deal with is politics. You are a crafter?" Wilhelm asks him.
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Post by Felric Crowl on Sept 2, 2012 11:41:19 GMT -5
"I do some woodwork as well. Metal has always been my... passion though. What do you need Stark? Armor?" he grins "Maybe some jewelry you can present to the Lannister?"
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Sept 2, 2012 12:05:26 GMT -5
His face is hard not reacting to the joke. "Winterfell is in disrepair....We need a good smith, I would like to offer you the spot as head smith." He offers.
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