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Post by The Great Other on Aug 24, 2012 0:48:42 GMT -5
The Wedding takes place in the main room with each of the Seven alters cleaned and prepared for the marriage of the Royal Family. The Crown Prince standing with his Uncle Markar at the end of the large rug that is running down the center. The King is standing to the side with Richard talking about the events today.
Beside the large white rug are rearranged the pews so that they are finely prepared and dressed for the wedding. The front seats are dedicated to the small counsel and Lord Paramounts and their families. Whiles seats behind are reserved for other lords of Westeros.
As you enter you are greeted by a large table that are filled with gifts. Behind the Queen and her daughter are in their chambers dealing with the Crown Princess's Dress, hair and makeup. The Grand Maester helping her with any issues she may desire.
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Post by Ser Nestor Clegane on Aug 24, 2012 4:32:11 GMT -5
Pup Clegane enters the hall in the finest garb he has, which looks like rags comparde to some of the royals, and places wrapped rectangler box on the table of gifts, a dagger made by him for the King.
He takes a seat in toward the back, wanting to leave the closer seats to powerful lords and ladies. He left Jory at the stables to tend to the horses, he would get him once the ceremony was completed.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 24, 2012 4:46:50 GMT -5
Ser Podrick Baelish enters the Great Sept clad in his finest velvet doublet. He'd heard strange rumors about a certain knight and wanted to the veracity test this stories; he took a cup of water... Yes water, not wine, never wine... and went looking after him.
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Post by Ser Edric Reed on Aug 24, 2012 6:19:48 GMT -5
Ser Edric enters the Sept in a soft green velvet doublet sporting a dark leather slashed jerkin on top. His finest attire for such an important day. Not only are the two dragons marrying, but this is Edric's first opportunity to meet the famed Commander of the Kingsguard, Maekar Targaryen.
As he enters the Sept he places a small round box on the table of gifts. A pair of pewter pins in the form of two dragons embracing. One for each of the Royal couple.
After leaving the gift Ser Edric passes by a large knight seated at the back of the Sept. He recognizes the man as Ser Nestor Clegane and gives a quick smile and nod to the knight as he makes his way to the front of the Sept to greet the Prince and make his first impression on Lord Commander Maekar.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 24, 2012 6:33:25 GMT -5
That was not the knight he was looking for, but was the only one recognized in the middle of the crowd. "Ser Edric, it's a pleasure to meet you. I praise you've heard of me?!?!?"
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Aug 24, 2012 7:36:06 GMT -5
Lord Wilhelm enters behind Edric dressed in a leather and cloth jerkin, he had no reason to wear any fine outfit. The heat was not to his liking and wondered how his Uncle could stand it. He looks as the Valeman approaches. He places down the fine expensive furs of a rare mountain lion with a white coat. It was not rapped or presented nicely however binded by twine, this was more a gift to the Princess then the Prince. To the Prince something else, a blade of the darker iron that is found commonly in the North. Wilhelm thought to the future king, more practical uses are needed then simple gifts.
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Post by Ser Edric Reed on Aug 24, 2012 7:40:09 GMT -5
On his way to greet the Prince and Lord Commander, Ser Edric is stopped by a knight with a depiction of a mockingbird on his doublet.
"The pleasure is all mine Ser Podrick. Tales of your ability at waging war are well known in the north. I was about to introduce myself to Prince Jaehaerys and Lord Commander Maekar. Come along with me."
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 24, 2012 7:42:02 GMT -5
The Goldcloaks at the entrance block anyone who is not of importance or request of the king. They demand you date your name, almost getting a ruse at making the noblemen angry and able to get away with it. They shut up when any truly well known people pass but return to their fun once the next guest arrives.
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Liam Sand
Commoner
Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken
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Post by Liam Sand on Aug 24, 2012 7:47:22 GMT -5
Liam enters the sept marveling at the architecture and decorations of the hall. The room, like much of King's Landing, has a style and structure that differs greatly from the stronghold where he was raised. His eyes were drawn to a large man sat in the back of the sept. A Clegane. He was sure of it. His father was not one to forget those who had wronged him, and few days went by without Oberyn promising vengeance against House Clegane. The Mountain had been executed for his crimes, but that only increased the rage building in the Red Viper. His vengeance had been stolen from him, and his hatred for the Cleganes had not waned over the years.
Liam eyes met with Nestor's, though the Knight did not seem nearly as conflicted as Liam felt. It was likely that Nestor had no idea who Liam even was. This was his first time outside of Dorne, after all. Liam leaves a small rectangular box on a table piled high with gifts. He hopes the King enjoys a copy his favorite book, 'Potions & Poisons: A Definitive Guide.' Liam then grabs the furthest chair from Ser Nestor he could find and takes a seat.
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Post by Ser Edric Reed on Aug 24, 2012 7:51:38 GMT -5
As Ser Edric approaches the front of the Sept he is stopped by a couple Gold Cloak guards who demand his name. Not bothered by this in the least Edric retorts:
"Having some fun with the Lords and Ladies are we lads? Well allow me to introduce myself. I am Ser Edric Reed, the recently appointed blade master and Assistant Master-at-Arms of the Gold Cloaks. Perhaps you two would like to meet me tomorrow morning at the break of dawn outside the training grounds for some instruction on how to wield those blades you hold like your mother's teet?"
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 24, 2012 7:57:26 GMT -5
They Cough. "Yes Ser Reed...Please, you may pass." They look to one another and give a small sigh, as if they never can have nothing.
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 24, 2012 8:22:53 GMT -5
Princess Lavinia Martell entered, wearing an impressive orange dress with gold lace running along the outsides. The skirt reached the ground and was figure hugging, however the bodice clung tightly to her chest and her cleavage was very much exposed.
In her ears she wore ruby suns, her lips were painted pink and her eyes black and on her feet she wore impressive golden heels.
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Post by Ser Edric Reed on Aug 24, 2012 8:28:57 GMT -5
Edric quietly chuckles to himself as he passes the two guards. Taking only a moment to say:
"I will see you two tomorrow at dawn."
Edric makes his way towards Prince Jaehaerys and Lord Commander Maekar to introduce himself.
"Blessings upon you my Prince. A glorious day for a wedding. My name is Ser Edric Reed, at your service."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 24, 2012 9:00:58 GMT -5
"I beg your leave Sers..." Said The Maester bowing.
His eyes caught her. The dornish princess was astonishing, he went towards her. "My princess, the tales of your beauty spread through the realm like famine during war!" he chucked. "I have the pleasure to be Ser Podrick Baelish, the other nobles call me the Maester..."
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 24, 2012 9:08:19 GMT -5
Lavinia glanced imperiously at the man, her mouth set in a small pout. "An honour," She said, holding out a delicate hand for him to kiss. Her nails had been painted a sparkly gold. "I cannot say that I have ever heard of you."
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