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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 20, 2017 21:17:34 GMT -5
(Don't think so, as for the others I assume life is happenin)
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Post by telirius on Sept 20, 2017 22:17:21 GMT -5
Everyone is in kings landing it seems.))
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2017 22:32:40 GMT -5
Blodwyn walked the streets of King's Landing with an escort, looking around nervously at all the people and narrow streets lined with tall buildings. She couldn't remember a time she had been around more people and in such narrow spaces she felt uncomfortable. She couldn't wait to get back to Storm's End.
Hamish waited by the gate of Winterfell, watching a cart come up the road from one of the Northern farms. He tossed a coin up into the air repeatedly, catching it each time until the cart came to a stop. He then tossed some coins to the farmer on the wagon before heading around to the back of it. "How's yer harvest been?" he asked, making small talk. "Alright, vegetables have been growin' fine, 'nough to feed Winterfell for the next few months." The farmer responded. "Ye'd be surprised." Hamish said, taking a large bag of food and produce off the wagon and swinging it over his shoulder with his one arm. The farmer went to help him carry the other. "We're slaughterin' two sows a day just teh keep the dire wolves fed." Hamish added.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 20, 2017 22:48:38 GMT -5
(I can poof Calvin to Blodwyn if you want or have a character bump into her)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2017 23:15:41 GMT -5
(Sure if he's open)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 20, 2017 23:56:07 GMT -5
Calvin turned and looked at his cousin. "Are you afraid?" He asked. Calvin could understand why she might be nervous or scared.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2017 0:04:39 GMT -5
"Not scared, just not having the best time..." Blodwyn muttered. "Couldn't we go into the Red Keep or inside anywhere nice?" She asked.
Hamish and the farmer brought the bags into the kitchen and the farmer left quickly. Hamish spent the better half of the afternoon sorting out what would be left in the kitchen stocks and what would go out to the cold cellar.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 21, 2017 22:41:12 GMT -5
"We can go inside if you want." Calvin said glancing around. "Being out in the open might be bit much for you." He changes the escort towards the Red Keep. "Tonight might be a little less crowded."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2017 22:55:06 GMT -5
Blodwyn smiles gratefully as they turn towards the Red Keep. "Thank you." She smiles to her older cousin and walks along more hopefully. "What business do we have in King's Landing anyway?" She asked.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 22, 2017 0:44:02 GMT -5
"We are mainly here for the tournament and festival." Calvin said as they walked to the Red Keep. "There are many lords and ladies gathered here. Would be a good time to seek allies for Lady Dyanna."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2017 9:28:58 GMT -5
"What house was it that destroyed her family?" Blodwyn asked, forgetting. She brightened up a bit at the sound of the tournament and festival.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 22, 2017 21:09:09 GMT -5
"House Lannister." Calvin said his face turning into a frown. He was still wondering what House Lannister had to gain from killing off House Tyrell.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2017 21:14:31 GMT -5
"Maybe help her make allies with the Targaryens? They're the most powerful house currently, they could help against the Lannisters." Blodwyn suggested. She liked Lady Dyanna and didn't like to see her hurt and out of a home.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 22, 2017 22:00:37 GMT -5
"It's what I'm hoping for. Although, they might take a lot of convincing." Calvin knew the king was a paranoid man and preferred to keep to himself.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2017 22:04:32 GMT -5
Blodwyn seemed to know Calvin was thinking of the king. She'd only seen him twice but she'd heard a lot about him, especially since they didn't live too far from King's Landing and word traveled fast. "We don't have to convince the king directly, we can speak with the other Targaryens and let them become Lady Dyanna's allies. Then maybe they'll be able to convince the king."
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 23, 2017 0:31:17 GMT -5
(I bet with the right people it could be fun)
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Post by rose on Sept 23, 2017 9:46:15 GMT -5
"Is this funny to you?" Dyana asked in disbelief but couldn't help but laugh as well as she thought about her current situation. Awkwardly crouching to look at the dog she said softly with an amused grin, "You're much more likely to get pet if you let go of my skirt. Although I can't say I blame you for attacking this horrid outfit, can't even fight properly in it." Petting the dog gently, she carefully stood up, afraid she'd fall, and looked at the man she presumed to be the owner of the little beast. "And it's Dyana Tyrell, Lady Tyrell is my mother. And you must be..." Studying the flags decorating his tent, her eyebrows raised slightly, "Dariss Bolton." She wanted to reach for her sword again, they were loyal to the Starks but that didn't stop them from having a large amount of their men borderline insane; flaying their enemies didn't help the Bolton's name. She hadn't heard much about Dariss, many believed him to be the only sane Bolton left. Others believed him to be the maddest of the lot. She knew it was silly to believe rumors, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Clearing her throat, she stepped away slightly and asked, "Are you fighting today, Ser Bolton? I wasn't aware you'd be this far south, especially for as silly a tournament as this. No offense, of course." A Tyrell slipping on her words was a rare sight indeed, but his firm gaze on her made her at a loss for words. "I myself would compete if given the opportunity." "Yes, indeed I am competing." He held his gaze on her. "I prefer a fair fight to a poor man being flayed living. Of course, many a Bolton would not agree, unfortunately." He realized how unsure she was of him. "I must say, you do look stunning, My Lady. But if you are indeed so eager to have a fight, why don't we slash at each other after the tournaments are over?" He smirked. "Assuming I'm alive after it all, that is." Dextran began pawing softly at his leg. "A hound though he is, if I'm gone he knows he won't be due for a nice petting in a while." He laughed at his own remark a little, though the dog was far from amused, still not being satisfied. "Why don't you pet him, Dyana?" He stopped, realizing he had referred to her by her real name. "Er, My Lady. Please don't take that as a form of disrespect in any way. I am no Lord yet, so I assume your status is above mine." He smiled ever so slightly, nudging Dextran towards the woman. To his slight surprise, the hound went very willingly.
I keep you waiting for so long when you reply immediately I'm honestly so sorry))
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Post by liz on Sept 23, 2017 13:22:30 GMT -5
“I take no offense, please call me Dyana. All these formalities of late have been horrid, a familiarity is welcome.” Lifting her skirts, she knelt down and eagerly pet Dextan, smiling when the dog licked her hand. “We weren’t allowed to have pets in Highgarden, it wasn’t proper for the future Lady of the Reach. But I had a horse, and my father let me break him in. He was kind of like a dog, very obedient and well trained.” Glancing up at the man, she smiled and said, “And I shall hold you to your promise, Dariss Bolton. And to make sure that you do indeed survive, I’ll tell you a secret.” Patting the ground beside her, she waited until he sat down beside her before whispering with a mischievous smirk, “Your opponent, though rather large and very strong, leaves his legs unguarded.” Hearing trumpets, Dyana sat up slightly and grabbed Dariss’ wrist without a thought. “The first tournament is over, which I believe means it is your turn. Dextan is more than welcome to watch the fight with myself and my cousin, Lord Baratheon got us a private box. I can assure you he will receive many nice pettings.” Letting go of his wrist, Dyana pushed herself up and dusted her skirt off, her hair falling in her face. “And he’ll also have the honor of sitting beside the winner of your next duel.” She smiles cheekily at this, taunting the man slightly. She felt freer, the absence of titles allowing her to breathe without worry or caution. She could be herself without any repercussions. And she couldn’t help but admit that his complement to her looks had made her confident in his presence. {{it’s fine <3 rose }}
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Post by rose on Sept 23, 2017 16:22:44 GMT -5
"I appreciate your tips," Dariss began, deciding that he'd start his speech on a lighter note. "Though what makes you so sure that you will be the one to come out victorious? I am quite the swordsman, if I do say so myself." He smirked. "And not to brag, but I am known for winning many a gamble." He ducked out of the tent, and stared out at the open. He knew many foreigners who never ceased to start a conversation with how hideous King's Landing had gotten, though he couldn't help but admire the place. Ugly as it may be to some - the Dreadfort was far from a pretty sight and he was almost sure that even the dungeons of King's Landing looked better. "I wonder how many have died in these tournaments," he called over his shoulder to Dyana. "A number less than the thousands flayed at the Dreadfort, I can only assume."
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Post by liz on Sept 23, 2017 18:14:46 GMT -5
“I’m afraid I am at an advantage, Dariss. For I know more about you than you know about me. It seems a Lady’s reputation is reduced to nothing but the riches of her family and the face she is given.” Following the man, she followed his gaze and said softly, “I have over a thousand men pledging themselves and their houses to me. They want me to lead them to battle against the Lannisters for what they did to my family. They thought I should marry a Lord and pressure him into fighting for my name out of common decency. But after they saw me wield a weapon, they soon realized that formalities could be forgotten. How confident are you in your skills that you’ll beat a woman who’s rallied that many men with a single swing of her sword? I can only assume you’ve never fought a Lady, which puts me at another advantage, I’m afraid.” She was jesting again, but felt a certain sense of guilt; she had left Lord Baratheon behind and now stood, speaking more words to one man in a few minutes than she had spoken to him in over a month. “It is a pity, how easily life can end, but all men must die. Even if it’s for such trivial things as upholding ones honor or defending a family name. And I must admit, although I do not know you well, it would be a shame if you added to those numbers.”
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Post by liz on Sept 23, 2017 19:00:08 GMT -5
Ensley’s face burned for a moment before she quickly composed herself. “Lord Baratheon was sitting here, but he did leave to meet his cousin. He said he’d be back, but then again my cousin said the same thing before your duel and she is nowhere to be seen.” Patting the spot beside her, she shrugged gently and said, “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. And who am I to deny the winner of the first duel?” Offering him her hand, she introduced herself softly. “Ensley Tyrell, although I’m afraid not too many are aware of myself, they’re too interested in Dyana. She told me to expect men to be looking for her, which is probably why she left. Am I right in assuming your after her? Many have been joining her in an alliance since we arrived.” Ensley was as smart as her cousin, but more blunt; she didn’t care for skirting around the issue. She had been silly to hope he had interest in her, but she would happily recruit him to their numbers.
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Post by liz on Sept 23, 2017 19:37:06 GMT -5
Ensley stilled, sitting up straight as she mulled over his words. “Me?” Blinking to clear her shocked vision, she cleared her throat and asked softly, “Might I ask, why?”
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Heterosexual
Fireclaw3
“When there is nothing left to hold onto, hold onto your faith.” #GodIsGood
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Post by Fireclaw3 on Sept 23, 2017 20:18:44 GMT -5
"Well, judging from what I know of you, which sadly isn't much, there is a beauty that radiates off of you so purely and easily, inside and out." Tobias stated with a smile. "From what I know of you already, I like, I like a lot." Tobias said, glancing to the side to look at her. "But, that isn't all....." He said, trailing off slightly.
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Post by liz on Sept 23, 2017 20:29:17 GMT -5
Both overwhelmed and confused by his words, Easley turned to face him, her brows furrowed. “While my family is well known for our minds, I’m afraid not even a Tyrell could predict what it is you’re trying to say.” Dyana would surely know, she knew everything.
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Heterosexual
Fireclaw3
“When there is nothing left to hold onto, hold onto your faith.” #GodIsGood
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Post by Fireclaw3 on Sept 23, 2017 22:02:24 GMT -5
"Well, I'm forming an alliance to fight against the Lannisters." Tobias said, lowering his voice slightly. "I'm planning to get your family, the Baratheons, and the Arryn's to join the alliance." Tobias said, pausing briefly. "And the best way to form an alliance is to, um, is marriage." He said as he looked at her, hoping that she wouldn't get mad at the thought of marriage for political reasons. "The Lannisters killed my brother, so I was planning on forming an alliance and an army, and lead the army to Casterly Rock, but before that we might attack some of the Lannisters stronger bannermen."
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