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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 24, 2012 11:03:45 GMT -5
"I shall talk to you later, Edric, and the Wolf." He strode up to Baelish, "Well? What do you need?"
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 24, 2012 11:09:23 GMT -5
After beeing scolded by the princess Pod went in the encounter of The Young Bull. " Well, Ser, it's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard stories about the siege of Starfall, I found it amusing...I'm working in a book about the recent history of Wester, could you tell me more about it? How old was Ser Arthur Dayne ? 80? 90?"
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 24, 2012 11:13:42 GMT -5
Arthur contained his anger, barely. "He was in his fifties, he was the Sword of the Morning, and he took my bloody ear off. I would have like to see you try better. Can you even wield a sword?"
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 24, 2012 11:18:37 GMT -5
"I can wield a sword better than I can wield my books and my coins." He saw the anger in Hightower's eyes. "Sorry if I offended you Ser..." He took note on his book" Talking about Starfall, weren't the Daynes your wardens since childhood?What drove you to the siege?"
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Post by Ser Edric Reed on Aug 24, 2012 11:29:52 GMT -5
Ser Edric sees his friend Lord Wilhelm eyeing up the crowd of nobles who have filled the Sept and decides to head over and greet him.
"Good to see you made it my friend. I know how you hate these sorts of southron events."
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 24, 2012 11:30:33 GMT -5
"Aye, I was a ward there. I was raised along side Isacc Dayne and we were taught the sword by his uncle Arthur. When that blasted war started, I wasn't allowed to leave Starfall. I was a hostage. Several years later I was traded for Isacc himself. When I got back to Oldtown, I was knighted and given command of half the army. My father sent my brother to Highgarden, me to Starfall. He told me not to kill my cousins. We sailed to Starfall and laid seige. We prevailed after I slayed my previous mentor, but he left me with this," He pointed to scar, "I returned Dawn and gave mercy to my cousins." He stared wistfully.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 24, 2012 11:30:37 GMT -5
When the Lannisters entered, the Goldcloaks did not stop to ask their names. Fashionably later than most of the other nobles and guests of the crown and clad in various shades of red and gold, it was clear who they were.
Meekly following a step or two behind her mother-in-law, the Lady Melantha, Lorraine scanned the great sept familiar faces. She found she recognized more arms than faces, since many of these folks were new to King's Landing. She picked up a cup of arbor gold, her favorite, and simply watched. She spyed the Martell girl almost immediately. In a brilliant orange gown that left nothing to the imagination, she was ensnaring another poor young Ser of Westeros. There was a bit of raised voices around the girl, were they arguing over who would take her to bed that night? No matter, their voices were hardly the loudest in the room.
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Aug 24, 2012 11:39:02 GMT -5
Wilhelm nods once. "Yes, I have more Important matters to deal with, however my uncle is the Hand it would look wrong if I did not attend." He says noting the Lannister arrival, None are prouder then the lions he thought.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 24, 2012 11:42:40 GMT -5
Arthur turned to Wilhelm. "Aye, but none stand taller than a Hightower. I'm Ser Arthur Hightower." He extended his hand.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 24, 2012 11:42:50 GMT -5
Pod took some more notes. "That will be enough, Thank you, Ser!" He grinned. That one is more an oa than my lord father... . "Let's not talk anymore about business. I saw that you kept on looking at me and that dornish cow... Can you belive she scolded me? Har! She tought I was flirting with her... I was just going to ask about her life during war. She's not as beautiful as I was told... But you must agree with me, Ser Cedric's sister is quite.... Hmmm...interesting..."
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Post by Ser Edric Reed on Aug 24, 2012 11:44:01 GMT -5
Everyone in the Sept noticed the Lannisters enter. Heads held high, clad in the brightest of reds and gold.
"I hear the King is holding court on the morrow. Have you plans to seek aid in the rebuilding of Winterfell?"
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 24, 2012 11:44:37 GMT -5
Continuing the assault of her eyes on the sept, Lorraine noted a pair of northmen. One tall, with a face scarred from battle, and one smaller and slimmer, the wiry look of...alas, it was a house she had forgotten. Some banner to the Starks, which she was certain the taller man was. She was close enough to hear him remark on the arrogance of her house-by-marriage.
"Come now, sir, not all are so proud. I'm speaking to you, aren't I?" Lorraine said with a small smile.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 24, 2012 11:44:50 GMT -5
He turned back to Baelish. "Any of these Highborn girls can warm my bed tonight!"
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 24, 2012 11:47:27 GMT -5
She raised her eyebrows at Ser Arthur Hightower. "What makes you think they would want to?"
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 24, 2012 11:50:07 GMT -5
"Offering yourself, eh?" He looked her over, "I think I can manage!" He let out a booming laugh.
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