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Post by Wyman Manderly on Dec 28, 2012 13:53:05 GMT -5
"I am Lord Wyman Manderly, you look troubled. Is everything alright with Lord Tully?"
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Dec 28, 2012 17:59:43 GMT -5
"You are Lord Wyman Manderly?" Jory asked with joy. "I have a letter fo you from, Lord Tully. It is urgent." He said as he handed Manderly the sealed letter.
(OOC - I'm pming you the letter)
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Post by Wyman Manderly on Dec 29, 2012 12:03:27 GMT -5
Wyman reads over the letter quickly. A look of concern sprouts on his face. "I see. Well this is a surprising development. Jory is it? I'm afraid that we'll have to miss out on this tournament. You will be accompanying me to the North. How long until you are ready to ride?"
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Dec 29, 2012 13:21:24 GMT -5
"Stop everything..." Leela said as Wyman stopped talking. "I came here all the way from Strongsong to not participate in the tourney?" Her face was red in anger. But after a blink she laughed and said. "YOKAY... Seems like I'm going to the North now. I've never been to te North..." She grinned and look at both of her moment companions as if she said 'And you'll take me there'.
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Post by Wyman Manderly on Dec 29, 2012 14:15:15 GMT -5
Wyman eyed her. "You may follow us, but this is a matter of the Kingdom of the North, not for your curiosity. We will not be hindered by you."
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Dec 29, 2012 14:22:40 GMT -5
She gave a naughty grin. "I'm sure I won't delay you... Perhaps in the end of the week you'll even find my company, very much desirable." Then she laughed.
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Dec 30, 2012 10:58:08 GMT -5
Jory was a bit surprised. He knew he wouldnt be guarding Lord Tully while he was in Kingslanding, but he did not know why he would be heading North. It didnt matter though, whatever the reason, it was Lord Tully's orders.
"I'll be ready to ride in no time at all. I just need to take the jousting armor off my horse."
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Dec 30, 2012 11:28:30 GMT -5
Leela turned to her men and said. "We are going to the North, darlings. You have half an hour to prepare everything..." She smiled and turne to Manderly. "Where will we be riding first, my lord?"
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Post by Wyman Manderly on Dec 30, 2012 14:39:32 GMT -5
"Good, we need to hurry." He directed towards Jory. "As for our 'guest', we will be taking the kingsroad by Moat Cailin then straight to Winterfell."
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Dec 30, 2012 15:47:41 GMT -5
"Winterfell." He said thinking about the famous Northern Castle. "I will be back as soon as I can, My Lord." Jory then said with a bow as he went to run off to the stables.
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Jory returns, horsed, and ready to ride North with his armor, and plenty of supplies.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Dec 30, 2012 19:06:31 GMT -5
As the boy returned she told Manderly. "Don't worry, my lord, I won't be as much a luggage as you think, I know how to take care of myself." She shrugged and smiled. "And little Devi here can keep up with any of your fine bred horses... Don't you darling?!?!" The tapped and gave a kiss on the Zorse's neck.
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Post by Wyman Manderly on Dec 31, 2012 12:45:59 GMT -5
"... Very well. We leave now."
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Dec 31, 2012 19:36:23 GMT -5
Jory nodded to Wyman, and followed his lead back North. He took one last look at the tourney grounds. He was so looking forward to it, now he was unsure about what was going on.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Dec 31, 2012 19:58:53 GMT -5
Leela jumped on Devi and called for her 'squire', a young valelander girl. "Emma, be kind, bring me my bow and my quiver..." She smiled at the girl as she gave her a rustic yew longbow and a leather quiver purple tanned and studded with little silver bells. "Thanks, darling..." Then she turned to her men. "Men of Strongsong, follow my lead!" She said in a merry tone and went after her 'companions', leaving the men behind and joining the northern lord and the squire.
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