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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 24, 2012 15:55:45 GMT -5
He didn't seem very friendly, not that she expected him to be. But she kept the smile on her face and the pleasant tones in her voice as she spoke. "Soon enough I will be Lady Stark. For now I am simply Lorraine Tully."
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 24, 2012 16:21:41 GMT -5
Wilhelm aproches Lorraine and looks to the Greyjoy, "Lord Jerron, this is my wife to be, Lady Lorraine Tully. She is a lady of Winterfel." He says looking to him. "Welcome to Winterfell Lord Greyjoy.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 24, 2012 16:37:40 GMT -5
She wasn't sure what to think of him, perhaps because of his expressionless manner, or perhaps because she had grown up fearing the Ironborn. she was glad to have Wilhelm at her side, her hand seeking his and squeezing it. She looked on the gift of the daggers and shuddered. "They are very lovely gifts. I thank you." Deadly gifts, not something that she had expected to receive.
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 24, 2012 16:57:02 GMT -5
He looked over the box. "I thank you Lord Jerron, I had not expected any gifts, I am sure to put them to good use." He said looking over to Lorraine, knowing she liked to hunt.
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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Oct 24, 2012 17:50:27 GMT -5
Vickon watched the proceedings between his father and the Starks, with disdain. He hated these little games the Lord's played at and was glad that he was not expected to be a part of them. This was not how the Lord Greyjoy should act.
If I was the Lord of the Iron Islands, I would give these Starks the gift of death as a wedding present.
But alas his father was weak and preferred to bend the knee. Vickon began to fidget impatiently waiting for this facade to be over.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 24, 2012 18:15:26 GMT -5
Lorraine looked away from Greyjoy. He made her thoroughly uncomfortable, for all that he seemed to respect Wilhelm. She noticed the boy, wearing the black kraken. He looked far more vicious than the elder Kraken. She decided she much preferred the courtly ways of Redfort, and the strength and staunch loyalty of the Manderly. They were easier to understand than these Ironmen, who were surely rapers and reavers along with the rest.
Still, she pasted a smile upon her face. "Again, I welcome you to Winterfell. You will find rooms prepared for you in the Keep. Servants will show the way whenever you are ready."
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Oct 24, 2012 19:15:24 GMT -5
Wilhelm puts on a smile for Lord Jerron and looks over to his 'son' giving him a hard cold look his smile removed, he knew what the Ironborn were, there was only one thing they respected.
(Roll Intimidation)
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 24, 2012 19:35:14 GMT -5
(Roll: 70 + 85 = 153)
The stone gaze of Ice shoots daggers into the Greyjoy boy. With his size and statue Stark does look like a force to be reckoned with. He looks as if he would rip you in half.
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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Oct 24, 2012 20:04:09 GMT -5
He could feel Stark's cold eyes bearing down on him and fear instantly gripped him. Those eyes of ice pierced through him and feeling vulnerable, Vickon could not help but shift a few steps back.
Perhaps he could understand how this man had defeated the mighty Ironborn and cowed his father to swear fealty.
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Post by Wyman Manderly on Oct 24, 2012 21:21:43 GMT -5
Wyman noticing the tension in the room absent-mindedly put his hand on his mace. "Greyjoys." He says and nods in not a disrespectful manner but stern.
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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Oct 24, 2012 22:55:34 GMT -5
Without saying a word, Vickon quietly turned and rushed to leave the great hall. This was a dangerous place, full of enemies. He would have to be more careful next time.
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Post by Wyman Manderly on Oct 25, 2012 8:58:31 GMT -5
"Prosperous as ever Lord Greyjoy."
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Dec 8, 2012 11:23:49 GMT -5
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Wilhelm sits upon his families dark stone throne in the great hall, he looks at everyone who has gathered and he looks to his wife to see if she has arrived.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Dec 8, 2012 13:18:15 GMT -5
It had been months since the birth of their children and Lorraine was back to her old self. Her body was softer than before, but her old gowns still fit. Today she had dressed in a gown of Stark grey, with embroidery of red and blue on her sleeves and at the neck. She entered the great hall, and her eyes went immediately to her husband. "Good afternoon, Wilhelm. Have any of your men arrived yet?"
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Dec 8, 2012 14:21:57 GMT -5
"Lorraine, come here." He stands and says with a smile. "You look beautiful, and no not yet. How are the children?" He embraces her tightly kissing her on the cheek.
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