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Post by The Darkness on Oct 21, 2012 19:18:42 GMT -5
He nods. "House Darry will be with you, my lord. As always."
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Oct 21, 2012 20:25:26 GMT -5
"I had no doubt in that, thank you. I hope you enjoy yourself while here at Riverrun." Todric says as he moves toward the decanter he spotted and pours himself more wine. He then tells some servants to get some humorous entertainment started.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 22, 2012 10:08:03 GMT -5
The jester entered.
"What's the best way to carve wood?" He jester asked.
The Room was silent.
"Whittle by whittle." He laughed and did a handstand.
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Oct 22, 2012 16:05:25 GMT -5
Todric laughs genuinely at the joke, as he moves to sit in the high chair of the great hall, bringing with him plenty of wine.
Jory uses this time to walk around the hall and take a look if any of the Lords have pretty daughters or if there are any heir worth his time to train against in the yard.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 22, 2012 16:33:51 GMT -5
A woman stands up everyone quiets. She is pushed up by other women however she tries to fight back but submits and stands there blushing. She begins to sing.
The Father's face is stern and strong,
he sits and judges right from wrong.
He weighs our lives, the short and long,
and loves the little children
The Mother gives the gift of life,
and watches over every wife.
Her gentle smile ends all strife,
and she loves her little children
The Warrior stands before the foe,
protecting us where e'er we go.
With sword and shield and spear and bow,
he guards the little children.
The Crone is very wise and old,
and sees our fates as they unfold.
She lifts her lamp of shining gold
to lead the little children.
The Smith, he labors day and night,
to put the world of men to right.
With hammer, plow, and fire bright,
he builds for little children.
The Maiden dances through the sky,
she lives in every lover's sigh.
Her smiles teach the birds to fly,
and gives dreams to little children.
The Seven Gods who made us all,
are listening if we should call.
So close your eyes, you shall not fall,
they see you, little children.
Just close your eyes, you shall not fall,
they see you, little children.
She blushes when she notices a few people watching her, her voice is angelic, perfect for the hymn.
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Oct 22, 2012 18:46:35 GMT -5
Jory eyes the women from far across the room, smiling slightly as he enjoyed the song.
Todric puts down his wine and begins to clap. "You have the most beautiful voice I have ever heard. What is your name?"
Jory stares over to Todric, jealous his lord seems interested.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 22, 2012 19:26:45 GMT -5
"Bethany, Bethany Ryger, my lord." She says with a small smile.
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Oct 22, 2012 20:06:35 GMT -5
"Well Bethany, that was a wonderful song, and thank you for sharing your voice with us." Todric says as he picks his glass back up and takes another drink. "Is your.... Father? Lord Ryger here?"
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 22, 2012 22:54:08 GMT -5
"No my lord, sadly he has to deal with our sick mother." She frowns. "His Heir is here however."
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Oct 23, 2012 18:06:19 GMT -5
Todric nods his head in thought. "Your mother will be in my prayers until she is better. Where is the heir of Willow Wood?" Todric says as he looks around the room.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 23, 2012 20:43:35 GMT -5
"He is around Ser...I do not know where."
(Im going to tell you people generally do not want war, you will come across some Zealots but they are Hardcore Seven such as House Bracken, I suggest you rap this up unless you want jory to approach Bethany?)
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Oct 23, 2012 21:22:01 GMT -5
(Yepp you knew where I was going with this)
Todric stands up and starts to walk amoung the crowd to find the heir of Willow wood to speak with him, much of the same as with the other Lords.
Jory sees his oppertunity and goes to Bethany.
"Lord Todric is right, your voice is quite beautiful. Almost as much as you, yourself." Jory says as he approaches wearing his armor, with house Tully colors and sigil, his father disowned him so he no longer wears that of house Lorch. "I am Ser Jory, formally of house Lorch, head of Lord Todric's guard." He says slightly bowing and putting out his hand.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 23, 2012 21:44:55 GMT -5
"I know of you Ser," She blushes looking down, the young girl is very shy. "You are kind to say such things and give me your attention, however I do not deserve it..."
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Oct 24, 2012 4:52:03 GMT -5
Jory smiles at her and tilits his head slightly. "And why would you say that? You are too modest my dear, I bet you get attention from all the knights." He says with a wink
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 24, 2012 13:28:06 GMT -5
She coughs putting her hand to her mouth. "Ser, you do me much flattery." She lightly smiles.
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