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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Nov 24, 2012 21:44:53 GMT -5
Edwyn suppressed a sudden urge to wipe the smile off the Lannister lord's face by smashing it with one of his large fists.
"It's over, when I say it's over Lannister. You think twenty-five years of war merely becomes a memory with a marriage. What number is this one now? Fourth? Fifth?"
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Nov 24, 2012 23:39:40 GMT -5
Tybolt laughed in Baratheon's face. "I never said it would be forgotten. I merely meant that I would not be the aggressor from now on. Please, feel free to attack my lands. We will break you. Just as before." He drank, looking calm, if rather bemused. "And the Lady Elia will be my fourth. I do hope she manages to hold on and bear me an heir. The last few were more than useless."
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Nov 24, 2012 23:50:30 GMT -5
Edwyn spat on the ground in derision.
"It's taken over twenty years for you and your forebears to understand that the Stormlands cannot, will not, be broken. You're a conceited popinjay Lannister, but you may prove to be wiser than your fool of a father. That's not saying much though."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Nov 25, 2012 1:02:20 GMT -5
Tybolt looked at the wet spot on the ground with distaste. "How uncultivated of you." He looked back up into the older man's face. "I hope one of your sons realizes what a pompous self-possessed dotard of a man his father is. Someday soon." He grinned even wider. "You'd look so dashing with a dagger in your heart."
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Nov 25, 2012 1:08:26 GMT -5
"Are you speaking from experience Lannister?" snarled Edwyn. "The rumors true?"
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Nov 25, 2012 1:14:48 GMT -5
Tybolt got to his feet, sneering at the old man. "Hold your tongue concerning my honored father, ser. You may be my elder, but you will never be my better, you inconsequential piece of filth!"
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Nov 25, 2012 1:24:24 GMT -5
"I was your better long before you were born. And still am." rumbled Edwyn, his hand moving to the hilt of his sword. He wouldn't put it past the treacherous Lannister lord to draw steel on him in this lowlife place. There were plenty of witnesses around still though, including the Martell prince. He had bigger fish to fry.
He beckoned to his companion who moved protectively to his side, and nodded to Prince Edric amiably. Careful to keep the Lannister lord in his sight, he moved to the door.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Nov 25, 2012 2:31:01 GMT -5
"Leave, then. Leave, damn you!" Lannister stalked back to his chair and downed what was left in his glass. He looked toward Martell, fuming. He had let his anger get the best of him. He tried to concentrate, to slow his breathing. Still, his hand crept toward the hilt of Brightroar.
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Nov 25, 2012 3:13:05 GMT -5
Edwyn gave a small smirk as he left the inn. The Lannister was a treacherous swine to be sure, but also a dangerous and unpredictable one.The King and Queen would need to be informed of Tyrell's treasonous talk.
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Post by Prince Edric Martell on Nov 25, 2012 3:43:53 GMT -5
After hearing Tybolt's and Edwyn's conversation Edric facepalmed so hard he hurt his nose.
"Tybolt," Edric seated himself besides Lannister. "I...if you want an alliance with Dorne you'll have to put up with Edwyn. He was the only one to help us when we needed help and it's a great friend of mine. Aye, he's a bit paranoic and can't hold his tongue, but he's a loyal ally."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Nov 25, 2012 3:56:37 GMT -5
"He shouldn't have said that, about my father. Accusing ME of being a kinslayer? Low. But something I would expect from him." He sneered in the direction Baratheon had left. "Luckily he is on the opposite side of the continent. Shouldn't be too difficult to put up with." He was still seething with anger, though his normal cold and arrogant demeanor was slowly returning.
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Nov 26, 2012 6:34:41 GMT -5
"Well, we have traitorous talk from Tyrell. The Lord of Stormsend has stormed off, and some random barkeep decides to speak out of place. What a wonderful way to end my stay in Kingslanding." Todric says jokingly.
He stands up and looks to Tybolt. "I will keep in contact with you about marrying your lovely sister, Lady Joanna, but I must leave. We will speak soon."
Todric then leaves the bar.
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Post by Arsilen on Dec 17, 2012 12:13:25 GMT -5
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He sat in the corner of his bar, covered by the shadows. He lightly plucked the strings of his lute as he sat thinking. I have not recieved my payment yet and it has been oh so long of a while. He smiled. "Time to collect my pay."
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Dec 23, 2012 19:54:40 GMT -5
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Firmin sat in a table in the far corner of the Tavern. He nodded to a passing servant and asked. "Could you get me your boss? Kvothe? Kote? You know who, go go." He showed the servant away.
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Post by Arsilen on Jan 5, 2013 23:01:12 GMT -5
((I am here and in Blackfyres chambers if that makes sense.))
"You're speaking to him." He extended a grimy hand.
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