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Post by farcry11 on Apr 25, 2014 12:28:03 GMT
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Post by mrimatool on Apr 25, 2014 15:33:17 GMT
(Hahahaha fun stuff)
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Post by subdigital on Apr 26, 2014 1:58:05 GMT
Seth Epidar walked out into the bright light of the Royal Keeps training ground. A servant was trailing close behind him holding his long bow Viper carefully in his arms and a quiver tied around his back full of arrows. The sounds of fighting could be heard coming from the dueling ground as two monstrous men in full body armor swung weapons at one another. Walking towards him was an older aged man dressed in a brown jacket with a gold sash going around his body. Both men walked towards eachother with very little emotion in there eyes, a few steps away from one another Seth started laughing and the other man followed. "Its been far too long my friend" Seth said as he pulled out his arms to go into a hug.
"Same to you Seth, far too long." Lord Durham said back, "Shall we?" he pointed his hand over to the archery range. Seth gave a nod in response and began walking over. "When did you arrive my friend?" Ronan asked in a soft voice.
"Just a few hours ago, I wanted to get some practice in before the sun left the sky seeing as how I have to win the archery tournament tomorro-Boy! My bow, now!" Seth snaped as he quickly turned his head towards his servant that came running over with Viper and the arrows. Viper was carved by a master bowyer in Winterfell. The wooden handle is shaped as the wing of an eagle with patterns carved in around the body of the bow. It is by no means a menacing looking bow but it is specially crafted for Seths strength, weight and ability. Lord Durham took notice of Seth looking over the bow. "Still carrying that thing around with you? I thought you got rid of that years ago." Durham said with a small chuckle. Seth simply rolled his eyes and nocked the arrow, shifting his stance to stand perpendicular to the target only 100 feet away. Seth held out his left hand and pulled back on the string, the moment it was tight enough he let of just enough pressure for the bow fly out and hit the target, right on the dot. "Still does her job just as well, better than you can do." Seth joked back with a smile, Ronan simply gave a faint chuckle back and took Seths spot on the shooting line. As he was drawing his bow and getting ready to fight Seth turned around and watched the fighters. Swing, duck, swing, parry, swing back, parry, block. Over and over, he was never one for wearing huge armor and fighting with a shield. It only slowed him down and caused problems when having a quiver on ones back as well as a shield. A rush of wind signified Ronan had let his arrow fly. It had hit his target. Stepping back onto the firing spot Seth now aimed for the second target another 100 feet away.
"Ah yes, I guess its the Epidars way to go and show everyone else up with there amazing archery skill." The Lord said to Seth. "Yeah, well maybe if others learned how to shoot we wouldn't have too now would we?" Seth joked back, "Especially you old friend."
"Seth, you dont think this a bit strange do you?" Ronan's tone quickly changed, "Yes it happens, all the lords come to feast to take there vows, but cant you feel that there is something going on? Seth looked over as he lowered his bow, more concerned on the man he was talking with at this point. "He is just showing courtesy is all." Seth looked up towards one of the windows of the keep to see a man staring down on him and Ronan talking. "I will keep an eye out? Does that help you?" Seth said turning back to his friend. "Yes, be safe Seth."
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Post by farcry11 on Apr 26, 2014 6:11:41 GMT
Torin walked down the hallway, towards the King's quarters. He found a Kingsgaurd at the door- one Ser Aaron Montfell. A lithe, muscular man, with a surprisingly kindly face for his profession. Grenall gave him a slight bow, hands behind his back.
"Ser, I seek audience with the King, if he would so please."
Aaron smiled amiably, returning the small bow.
"I'm sure his grace would be very inclined to see you, my lord. You may enter."
Torin nodded in appreciation, and Ser Aaron opened the door for him. Grenall strode in, with perfect posture- his Dornish garb swaying slightly in the breeze from the room's opened windows. King Jason was reading intently at a great oaken desk, and turned his head when he heard The Lord enter. He seemed more scholar than King, Torin thought in that moment.
"My lord!", Jason said, smiling amicably. The boy smiled easily and often, and it always seemed earnest. "To what do I owe this pleasant visit?"
Torin bowed slightly, then took a seat on a nearby chair so that he was level with the King.
"Your grace, I have merely come to offer you counsel, with things as hectic as they are."
The boy nodded, closing his book and turning his full attention to the Dornishman.
"I would be most grateful for your wise counsel, my lord. Of what do you wish to speak to me?"
"I understand that you have not yet chosen a Hand, my liege."
"Yes, this is true. What of it?"
"Well, my King... There are perhaps some things we should discuss."
Torin leaned forward in his chair, looking wise, looking reasonable. He would serve his King well, and by the grace of the Seven, he would do so as his Hand.
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Post by mrimatool on Apr 26, 2014 9:53:29 GMT
"From there to here from here to there. He licked the honey from her hair! The bear the bear and the maiden fair!~" Mikal sang along with the Northern soldiers in the hall.
Mikal was loving it, he had always said the Seven should have made him a northman, he always got along with them more then the honourable Lords of the Vale.
Mikal had noticed the Dornish man by the side of the king always now, whispering in his ear. But Mikal had no time for conspiracy, not when there was time to drink!
The harlott on Mikal's lap was stroking his magnificent beard and he chuckled as she did.
Mikal was kissing the young girl on the neck, but shifted his attention to the worried Maester running accross the hall, Grand Maester to be exact...Mikal's brother in law...Torin Westerling, well...Grand Maester Torin.
The Maester was clutching a ravenscroll tightly and had a worried look on his face.
"Mikal...I'm so sorry..."
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Post by subdigital on Apr 26, 2014 14:00:48 GMT
((Edit me post because tool yelled at me again -_-))
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Post by F_sphere on Apr 26, 2014 14:06:42 GMT
((GM post, my turn! :3))
The festivities in the new King's honor were buzzing around the large fairgrounds of King's Landing, overlooked by the Red Keep. The sprawling fields offered an activity for everyone. Colorful striped tents dotted the landscape, as well as flags of each of the Houses, and large clumps of people. Something for every type of person was offered at the fair, and everyone could enjoy themselves to celebrate the new King's arrival.
Fighting was a popular theme at the fair. An archery tourney took up a long rectangle of ground. At one side of the roped off area was a target of hay, covered in a fabric cover and painted with circles. At the other end, competitors stood with fair-provided bows and ammunition, firing as close as they could to the center. The best shot at each distance was awarded a small coin prize. Dueling was also a well-traversed tent, where competitors took up swords and armor, fighting in a battle of agility, strength, and reflexes. Jousting, a classic favorite of the people, stood in the center of the fairground. Here, knights on horses charged at each other with long wooden lances, knocking the opponent off of their horse.
The seedier side of the fair became popular among the more common folk. Food-eating competitions were ever-present in the area. Large pies of meat and blood puddings greeted any with a belly large enough for them. A few brothels in the city lended their "wares" to tents in the far corner, and patrons looking for a good time would make their way to this place to relax.
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Post by mrimatool on Apr 26, 2014 14:23:03 GMT
Gordon brushed the dust off of his fine blue robe, the image of a jesters mask, sewn into the cuffs with golden thread.
Gordon was no true Lord though, 'Stone' was his house and whores were his trade... Gordon was a muscular man, more tan then most from the Vale, due to his time spent in Kings landing.
Gordon ran one of the most successful whorehouses in the capital, of course it was nothing compared to Lys, but it was better then the men and women of kings landing deserved, and of course the drunken fools were always willing to pay an extra couple of dragons if their whore was born in Essos, Gordon loved the scheme's of kings landing more then the cold trails of the Vale.
As Gordon stood up the light shone into the dimly lit room, the man and woman in Gordon's bed were still sleeping softly, he had no qualms with trying out his purchases before giving them to his clients, how else would he judge their skills.
Gordon's hair was short and brown, his jaw chiseled by the seven, he was taller then most men and easily intimidated them, even if he wasn't the strongest.
Gordon's pleasure-house sat in the street of sisters with the name, 'open arms and legs'. Gordon thought the name was quite clever, some people disagreed, though those people never managed to make it home unfortunately.
As Gordon got to the door he noticed his Arakh on the table, he grabbed it and tied it to his waist. In truth Gordon knew a longsword was much better when dealing with Westerosi, but the Arakh had a certain exotic appeal and barbaric reputation as a Dothrokhan's preferred weapon, plus his time in Essos had made him come to love the weapon.
As he left the room he was greeted by a Eunuch, Drazeen was not the best healer as Eunuch's had the reputation to be, but Instead was a trusted informant and advisor of Gordon's. And for that reason Gordon had decided not to inform the Gold Cloaks of Drazeen's past crimes in the capital.
"My lord... It's as you expected...Lord Highever is here, in Kings landing." Drazeen whispered quietly into Gordon's ear.
Gordon gave a slight nod before a small blonde woman came over to him and draped her arms over him. He chuckled as he put his arm around her and led her to the main room, the room was filled with Soldiers and knights, all looking for a quick dip while they were in the capital, they had pockets filled with Silver stags most likely from their Lord's as a gift
As Gordon observed, a tall girl from Essos, known as Deawer ran too him and buried her head in his neck before saying, "The northern soldiers refuse to pay..." Gordon nodded and pushed her away as he took a walk to where two Northern men were sitting.
"I heard...you refused to pay" he said as he took a seat, putting his legs on the table. "May I ask why?"
"No you may not...bastard" the older soldier replied.
"see..here in the capital, you don't get a free fuck for holding a pike in some lord no one has ever heard off's name...so I'll ask again..why not?" Gordon asked, with an over confident grin on his face.
The older soldier spat at Gordon and stood up, drawing his sword, the younger did not follow suit. Gordon let out a slight sigh and nodded to Drazeen, it took only a moment and a rather ragged looking man took a knife to the soldiers throat and cut deep, as the blood flowed out of his jugular, Gordon shooed the man away, the ragged man dragged the corpse outside and dumped it by the stables, before returning to his drink.
The blonde whore was nibbling on Gordon's ear lobe and he nodded to the younger soldier who immediately threw over 100 silver stags and left in a hurry, Gordon chuckled and kissed the whore back.
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Post by mrimatool on Apr 26, 2014 14:27:10 GMT
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Post by F_sphere on Apr 26, 2014 15:58:11 GMT
Edward Durham looked upon King's Landing from the hill. The outskirts of the city, filled with long forests and rolling green hills, offered a good place to rest for the troupe. There were three besides him, one played a lute, and another a drum. One man sat beside his horse, pulling out a horn of stale wine. He threw back his head, greasy curls of black hair bouncing in the morning breeze as he did so.
"Ho, Wisely, easy on the drink. You will drink your fill and then some at the King's feast." Edward called to his companion. Wisely scowled, stuffing the cork back in the horn and resting it at his side.
"If we even find a place to perform. Those rich pigs will likely laugh us out of the capitol." another man stated in a downbeat tone.
"Always the pessimist, Renard!" Edward spoke, giving a stifled laugh. "Enough chatter, boys, and standing around. We have King's Landing just ahead of us!"
The troupe got back on their horses, giving shouts of "Ride!" as they pushes themselves forward down the hill. There was little talk as they grew anxious of the city walls in front of them, passing through open fields and farmland.
Sitting himself down, Edward looked upon the crowded street. His mates had immediately moved towards the closest tavern, pressing themselves through the tight door and ordering as much ale as their underfed stomachs could hold. Edward had stayed outside, as he always found the shouts and songs of the drunk to be nauseating. He scratched at the stubble on his chin, and peered at his fingers, dirt-stained and weary from the road. Looking up, he spied a beggar, common for the city. The beggar was short, and wore a thin cloak of torn, faded fabric. Quickly the man approached Edward, who turned his head, not wishing to face denial of coin to a destitute soul.
"Spare some coin, spare some coin?" the beggar called in a raspy voice. "You there, spare some coin fer an poor ol' man?"
"I have no coin for my own company, let alone you, a stranger." Edward replied sternly, still not able to make eye contact.
The beggar nods slowly, turning away. His head quickly snaps back to Edward, muttering a few words. "You ha' a 'mutual friend' waitin' for you in th' Open Arms an' Legs…" He moved swiftly around a corner, exiting Edward's view.
Edward raised himself up, brushing off his pants and securing the dagger under his cloak, moved off towards the brothel.
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Post by mrimatool on Apr 26, 2014 19:15:05 GMT
Edward slowly pushed open the heavy wooden door of the brothel, greeted by a dim room. He blinked a few times, adjusting his eyes to the lack of light, looking around for any signs of the 'mutual friend' he was told about. The ragged beggar Edward had seen previously was at the bar, drinking some mead. As he spotted Edward he put down his drink and approached the man, "This way m'Lord....heh heh heh..." He whispered before walking slowly up the stairs. Edward followed behind, leaving at least an arm's length distance between the two. "May I ask, who I am to see?" he questioned the beggar. "Heh heh heh....let me show ye" the beggar replied as he opened the door and nodded for Edward to step inside. He moved in the room carefully, stepping away from the beggar. He looked around the room, calling out, "Hello? Who is there?" The door slammed shut and locked behind Edward, but after a few quiet seconds, a lamp was lit and the man holding it was Drazeen....the Eunuch smiled politely at Edward, "Iced milk?" The Eunuch asked. "Oh, uh, yes, thank you." He raised an eyebrow. "Who are you, exactly?" The Eunuch put down the lantern and picked up a pitcher full of Iced milk before pouring it in a glass and smiled slightly, he passed the glass to Edward and said in his usual sly tone, "I work for our mutual friend...." Edward picked up the glass, studying it under the lamplight. "Who is this 'friend' which every man speaks so fondly of?" The Eunuch gave a quick giggle at that, "I would prefer he remain anonymous...but.." "I don't deal through middle men.." a voice from the darkness said, the Eunuch stepped back, bowing slightly as Gordon came into the light. "Gordon Stone..at your service.." Edward looked the man up and down quickly, once, twice, and then three times, making sure to see what he could. "Stone... you are a bastard then? Of the Vale?" Gordon gave a sly smile and gripped Edward's chin, he stared into his eyes, "Yes..." The Eunuch's expression changed to a worried one, the Bastard lord as he was sometimes known as, was not one who showed restraint when someone pointed out his bastardy. Edward pulled back, out of his grip, shaking his head quickly. "Just tell me your demands. Is it music you want? A performance? That can be easily arranged, for the right coin." Gordon chuckled as he turned away from the boy, taking a seat and putting his left leg on the table as he adjusted his boots. "No....I want to make you rich...and give you a chance at revenge..." "Revenge? What do you know of my revenge, bastard?" He crossed his arms, staring at Gordon with an annoyed expression. Gordon took a deep breath, he hated that word..'bastard' but he smiled and said "Rumors spread like wildfire in Kings Landing, rumors of lords in particular, I'm offering you a chance to get back at your father.." "And what do you know of my /father/?" Edward asked sharply, almost spitting at the last word. "Lord Ronon Durham hero of the riverlands, lord of Riverrun..." He said almost mockingly... "and of course disowner of children.." Gordon looked back at Edward. Edward clenched his fists tightly, his voice raising in volume. "You wouldn't dare speak that name to me unless you had a proposition that was important. Out with it!" Gordon chuckled, "Ed my dear boy, your anger shouldn't be directed towards me, I'm your friend." Gordon gave a slight smile, he stood up and took a sip of his wine, "now here's, my proposition, your dear father isn't fond of me, and the feelings mutual, but...what if...for instance...you were Lord of the riverlands..?" Gordon smiled softly. "I would let my people make decisions for themselves, like a decent ruler!" Edward replied proudly "As I suspected....what if I could help you become that...?" Gordon said, watching the cogs turn in Edward's mind. "First you'd have to kill my father, and the rest of my House while you're at it." Edward stated, doubt in his voice. "Kill them?" Gordon chuckled.."I don't want to kill them I want to ruin them..." "And how do you propose to ruin them? Through me, eh? My father would rather be dead than speak to me." Ed replied. "I didn't say you have to speak to him, rumor has it..your father isn't too fond of his grace.." Gordon said as he gulped the cup of wine and whistled, a woman came in the room and sat on his lap. "My father's opinion of the new King is unknown to me," Edward said firmly, "And I am in no position to ask. What do you demand of me?" "Now you're asking the right questions, your father plots against this boy king, you will go to the castle, do your bardic duties, and listen..together we will uncover your father's plot, and after that...you'll take his place..when done you will mention my name to the king, and tell him how I aided you in uncovering this plot..." Gordon chuckled, he slapped the lady's rear rear and she hopped up as she did, Gordon rose, walking closer to Ed with the whore on his arm. "But..if you utter this to a single man..woman or child..the deal is off...among other things.." "And you think this espionage will get me his place?" Edward asked. "I have my connections in the Red Keep...they will support your claim..." Gordon replied, grinning slightly. Edward nodded, considering his options carefully, before extending a hand. "I'll do it." Gordon grinned and shook the hand, "good..." The harlott started to remove Gordon's robe, "now leave us.." Gordon said shooing away both the Eunuch and Edward.. ((OOC- Me and Sphere co-wrote this, it was fun ))
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Post by subdigital on May 1, 2014 22:31:06 GMT
*Revives Thread Like a Boss*
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! Been busy!
"WOOO!" The crowds yelled as the two knights swords clashed sending sparks flying, both men took a few steps back to catch there breath. In the ring was a northernman along with a Dornish knight, Ser Frederik and Lord Isaak. Seth was dressed in his family's tabard shpwing off the Eagle sigil for all to see, underneath the tabard was a vest along with a small amount of chain mail tucked under the vest. Seth's boots were black to match the pants that were dressed along the lords legs. Seth's hands rested along the sides of the rings, where he stayed watching his son fight along side Franco, his sons teacher. "Dont look down Isaak! Keep your head up!" Franco yelled from the side as Isaak tried to tilt his head up and ready his weapon for another engagement. Both men were fighting with long swords and heavy armor, Isaak's tabard held the Epidar family sigil on it and his opponent had his own sigil on his tabard. Isaak took a step forward and swung his sword down, on cue the Dornish knight raised his weapon to parry and the two blades clashed again. Isaak took a step forward placing pressure on the swords, he used this pressure to slide his blade down and quickly tried to strike his opponent using the blunt end. As the Dornish knight stumbled back Isaak steeped forward, using the momentum to swing his sword at his opponents chest. The man feel backwards as the front of his armor caved in on him. Isaak moved forward hitting the sword out of his opponents hand sending it flying away from him. Placing the tip of the sword directly on the other mans chest he yielded. "Excellent! There we go lad!" Franco shouted as Isaak exited the ring, sweat dripping down his head as the armor was slowly removed. "You need to work on your form lad, he could have easily taken you out if he noticed." Isaak nodded and glanced at his father. "Good fighting there son, maybe one day you might actualy be able to swing a sword?" Seth said jokingly as the next to fighters walked in. His son rolled his eyes and sarcastically said back, "Oh? Says the man who wouldnt even know the blade from the handle, all you know is a bow." Franco gave a small laugh and pulled Isaak aside to get him ready for his next fight. Seth strolled away as he looked at the archery range debating about if he should join in or not. Looking over he saw Torin Grenall, the High Lord of Dorn speaking with another man. Feeling brave and in the mood for something Seth walked over to the Dornish man very casually. "Hope I am not intruding on anything my Lord" Seth said with a small smile.
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Post by farcry11 on May 2, 2014 14:46:09 GMT
Torin smiled pleasantly at Epidar, breaking off his conversation with the merchant. He nodded faintly to the man, who went off to find other lords and ladies to speak to.
"Nothing important, Seth. Simply some talk of business lately, with the new harvests coming around. Are you enjoying the feast?"
"Indeed I am! The mellees are rather enjoyable, if I may say so myself," Epidar chuckled.
Torin smiled, "I hear His Grace is going to make a rather momentous announcement... Some even say he will announce his choice for the Hand!"
Epidar raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "Well, you've certainly put me in suspense, my lord! I'll suppose we'll have to wait and see, then?"
Torin nodded, a smile on his face. Bidding farewell, he looked to the King's Pavilion. His Grace was looking at him from his high seat. Torin nodded to the boy, and the boy nodded back. He was going to make the announcement soon...
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Post by mrimatool on May 2, 2014 19:59:28 GMT
Mikal had kept to himself for days, his youngest son was dead, slayed by Lord Hunter, the Eyrie's maester was an honest man, and had most likely lost his own head for this very honesty, with Aerin dead Bryant had begun training new soldiers in preparation for all out war, while the Highever forces weren't the most numerous in the Vale, the Arryn's commanded those forces and Jon had already pledged his support after they had sworn their vows and even promised to ask the King for assistance as sieging the Eyrie was no easy task.
As Mikal donned his brown tunic and blue cape he sipped on wine anywhere he could find it. He was seated at Lord Arryn's table not too far from the King he watched the old warrior Seth Epidar and his conversation with Lord Grenhall, but knowing his presence would offend them he would not approach, Lord Royce took his seat next to Mikal and brought a cup up.
"A toast to justice, old friend" Royce said,
Mikal picked up his goblet and held it high before starting to sing, "High mountains, high walls....strong arms and strong swords...the men of the Vale, they die for their lords" by the end of the song, all of the Vale men had joined in, the drinking song was to honour the Vale's dead or to prepare for battle.
Mikal took a gulp from his goblet and looked toward his king waiting for his announcement.
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Post by subdigital on May 5, 2014 0:23:19 GMT
A thunderous sound of drums rang through the air as young King Jason stood up from his seat overlooking his subjects. All along the fair grounds peasants and nobles alike dropped to there knee and bowed to their king. A few of the guardsman for different lords grumbled as they did so but all followed there lords example. "As you all know!" The young king began, "A king must pick a hand. Someone who is willing to do what is needed for the relm and to assist the king with all actions needed, I have picked a hand. Lord Torin of House Grenall of Dorn." His voice echo'ed throught the grounds. Seth made a mental note that the king had no problem being easily heard, for a young man he had a very authoritative voice with him. "This festivle is now not only to celebrate my fathers life but now also for the new Hand of the king!" {Torin Grenall}A servent walked up behind Torin to pin the hand's symbol on his clothing. As he did so the servant also slipped a piece of paper into his pocket, leaning his head forward he whispered. "Congratulations on the promotion m'lord, I would hate for you to end up like the late king, terrible tragedy that was." His hand patted the pocket were the paper was once again. "Go to the location written on this note, alone." With that the servent walked away vanishing in the crowd of people. {Durham}
Lord Durham stood watching the king speake when sudenly a handw as placed on his shoulder. When he turned to look the hand forcefully shoved his head back. Reaching for his blade he quickly stopped when the pointy edge of some blade, most likely a dagger, was felt on his back. "Oh I wouldnt do that if I were you My Lord." A womans voice softly said from behind him. "Now, you listen and you listen good because next time I have to come find you I wont talk to you first. If you try anything this dagger will be pushed into your spine, if you live from it you will never walk or move your arms again, so I recomend staying calm and not drawing attention to this." The woman pushed the blade onto Durham's back making him flinch a bit. She began again, still speaking softly, "Your sticking your nose in places it dosent belong My Lord. I recommend you don't go any farther or there will be consequences. Your actions have already caused more problems then you can imagine. This is your only warning." With that the woman quickly pulled her dagger back and moved in with the crowd.
When Lord Durham spun around to look all he could see was a crowd of people walking in every direction.
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Post by mrimatool on May 5, 2014 7:59:16 GMT
Gordon may not have been of noble birth but his connections in the Reach, Stormlands and Westerlands had made him a powerful man in the capital, as a powerful business man he had been invited to the occasion and was watching from afar when he noticed the drama between Lord Durham and the robed figure, Gordon approached the Lord and leaned closely "making more enemies I see, Lord Durham, I can help you find the truth..." Gordon said, feigning interest in the king's speech.
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Post by subdigital on May 6, 2014 21:52:09 GMT
((BOYOS!!!! Post!!!))
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Post by farcry11 on May 7, 2014 1:20:37 GMT
May 6, 2014 16:52:09 GMT -5 subdigital said:((BOYOS!!!! Post!!!))(( They're all too busy with my super-cool Post Apocalyptic / Midieval Skullduggery RP. ))
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Post by mrimatool on May 7, 2014 7:31:26 GMT
((I be posting like crazy, Sub, you scumbag))
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Post by subdigital on May 7, 2014 12:38:27 GMT
((Not you tool!!! I mean Farcry, Dalek and others -_-. And Farcry, fourm RP was dea on this server. So your welcome !!!))
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