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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 12, 2017 17:28:03 GMT
"I am stronger than I look, and those who test my resolve know not what they do." Perceon replied. "I understand what makes the Reach one of the wealthiest lands in westeros, and I understand what can ruin it. I am willing to do work others find boring or unworthy of them to improve the administration of my lands, and I am blessed with loyal siblings who more than compensate for my own inadequacies. I wise man knows his limitations, and I know mine." He considered her. "Why do you ask? My father has many years left in his reign, lest the gods decide to claim him before his time." "Your father isn't inviting me to the Reach," she said. "And I always look for ulterior motives when I accept an offer." What she thought of his response couldn't be read off her face. "I assume you know how to entertain someone besides talking?" She held back a yawn. "Sitting gets tiring." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 12, 2017 17:29:54 GMT
Princesses Miranda and Miriam are at the table, being polite and distant, as so many of the Vale folk act. Amos waves Willem over. "Prince Willem! Meet my king's lovely daughters," he said. The pair are both brunette and brown eyed, and they smile at him. Miriam greets him first. "Thank you for your presence, my prince," she said delicately. "I should thank you. You are both visions of loveliness." Willem said with a smile. "Forgive my ignorance my lady. Am I speaking to Miriam or Miranda?" "I am Miriam," she said with a laugh. "When we are standing you'll notice my sister is much taller than me," she smiled. "I am glad you didn't just try to guess; you'd be surprised how often that happens. Please come have a drink with us. We were just discussing how strange it is that such men can build such a true wonder of the world." She refers to 'such men' as one of the reavers is thrown out for trying to piss into a potted plant. |
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 12, 2017 17:36:09 GMT
"I am stronger than I look, and those who test my resolve know not what they do." Perceon replied. "I understand what makes the Reach one of the wealthiest lands in westeros, and I understand what can ruin it. I am willing to do work others find boring or unworthy of them to improve the administration of my lands, and I am blessed with loyal siblings who more than compensate for my own inadequacies. I wise man knows his limitations, and I know mine." He considered her. "Why do you ask? My father has many years left in his reign, lest the gods decide to claim him before his time." "Your father isn't inviting me to the Reach," she said. "And I always look for ulterior motives when I accept an offer." What she thought of his response couldn't be read off her face. "I assume you know how to entertain someone besides talking?" She held back a yawn. "Sitting gets tiring." "That would depend on the person." Perceon replied. "Some people like to drink, some people like to eat. Am I correct in thinking you are asking me to dance?" |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 12, 2017 17:58:24 GMT
The princess is momentarily at a loss for words, and as she turns to look at another table one of Percy's men throws a dinner roll at him. "Just ask her, you fool!" He hissed.
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 12, 2017 18:15:48 GMT
Always one to take advice from others on things he didn't excel at himself, Perceon tried again. "Erm, I think I misspoke. What I meant to say is, can I ask you for a dance? I'm afraid I will not be the greatest partner you will have had, but I would be honoured to do my best with you."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 12, 2017 18:35:32 GMT
"Lowering expectations before you do something isn't very princely," she said, offering him a hand. "Women like a bit of confidence in their men, in Pentos and Westeros." She rose so he could lead her out.
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 12, 2017 18:40:54 GMT
"Lowering expectations before you do something isn't very princely," she said, offering him a hand. "Women like a bit of confidence in their men, in Pentos and Westeros." She rose so he could lead her out. Perceon was well aware of that, but was of the opinion that lowered expectations were better than total embarrassment should he fail when the standard had been set high. "I shall keep that in mind." He replied, taking her hand and leading her out to where his sister was dancing with Theon. "But I had also heard women like men who exceed their expectations. What better way to do that than to set the expectations low?" he grinned to show he was joking. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 12, 2017 18:49:02 GMT
She smiled as they began to move. "Do you want a woman who'd keep low expectations?" She asked back. Perceon sees her sister dancing with one of the Stormlands lords.
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 12, 2017 18:51:37 GMT
"No, I suppose I don't." Perceon replied, dancing passably at best. He had learned all the steps, and dutifully memorised them as a younger man, but he did not move with anything approaching inspiration. He allowed Rhaena to subtly lead him, since she was undoubtedly the more skilled on her feet. "It is better to have someone who drives you to excel."
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Post by Prince Willem Lannister on Aug 12, 2017 22:45:10 GMT
"I should thank you. You are both visions of loveliness." Willem said with a smile. "Forgive my ignorance my lady. Am I speaking to Miriam or Miranda?" "I am Miriam," she said with a laugh. "When we are standing you'll notice my sister is much taller than me," she smiled. "I am glad you didn't just try to guess; you'd be surprised how often that happens. Please come have a drink with us. We were just discussing how strange it is that such men can build such a true wonder of the world." She refers to 'such men' as one of the reavers is thrown out for trying to piss into a potted plant. Willem grinned. "Pleased to meet you Princess Miriam. I would gladly drink with the valiant men and women of the Vale." |
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Post by Prince Geralt Gardener on Aug 12, 2017 23:37:48 GMT
Emmitt Selmy (my mistake earlier) laughed in agreement. "A better way of putting it I've not heard!" He agreed in his boisterous voice. Prince Torrhen smiled and held up a leather cup filled with dice. "I had Stokk get a barrel," assuming Stokk was the giant he had come with, he was most assuredly getting the entire barrel, "so let's get a table and play." He shook Geralt's hand. "Torrhen Stark, a pleasure," he said. See Victor laughed. "I told you he was good for some fun," he said. "And he'll make his house even richer by nightfall, mark my words!" The gathering band finds a table, scaring off anyone sitting there, and the giant brings in a barrel of wine and sets it nearby as the dice are passed around. "Green Hands go first," Torrhen said. "Best pray for a seven." "To the Seven for a seven," Geralt quipped, with a slightly inebriated chuckle at the wordplay as he rolled the dice. "How fares the North, Prince Torrhen?" he inquired, filling his wine from the convenient barrel. "Been getting your fill of southern wine, I do hope?" |
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 12, 2017 23:41:57 GMT
Sitting at the table listening to the "man" banter, she was glad when she didn't hear of a thief was caught that evening. "He made it... Good boy", she thought while letting a small smile cross her lips. "I'll have to tell Salty to give a him a good belt for getting caught in the first place."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 0:13:31 GMT
"No, I suppose I don't." Perceon replied, dancing passably at best. He had learned all the steps, and dutifully memorised them as a younger man, but he did not move with anything approaching inspiration. He allowed Rhaena to subtly lead him, since she was undoubtedly the more skilled on her feet. "It is better to have someone who drives you to excel." Rhaena nodded in agreement as they danced. She noticed he seemed a bit stuffy and uncomfortable. "Why don't you put your hands where you want them? She said. "It will help you to dance better." She adjusted her shoulders so his hands fell a bit. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 0:14:50 GMT
"I am Miriam," she said with a laugh. "When we are standing you'll notice my sister is much taller than me," she smiled. "I am glad you didn't just try to guess; you'd be surprised how often that happens. Please come have a drink with us. We were just discussing how strange it is that such men can build such a true wonder of the world." She refers to 'such men' as one of the reavers is thrown out for trying to piss into a potted plant. Willem grinned. "Pleased to meet you Princess Miriam. I would gladly drink with the valiant men and women of the Vale." Miriam smiled and he is seated among the Vale Knights. She looks him over and seems pleased. "I've heard you're an actual warriors," she said, "not one of those knights who only has risked his life against bandits with weapons that are rusty, or farmers driven to starvation and seeking only food." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 0:15:32 GMT
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 0:18:22 GMT
Geralt gets his seven, and Torrhen cursed and tossed some coins at him. "I do that everywhere," he jested. "But I prefer some northern whiskey. The point of drinking is to get drunk, unless one is with a lady," he amended. "The north is at it always is and always will be, cold, gigantic, and forbidding. Sort of like Lord Selmy's women," he said with a laugh as the others slapped the table. "I do say there are surely some sights I've enjoyed down here," he added. "I see why there's so many of you damned southrons now."
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Post by Prince Willem Lannister on Aug 13, 2017 0:38:31 GMT
Willem grinned. "Pleased to meet you Princess Miriam. I would gladly drink with the valiant men and women of the Vale." Miriam smiled and he is seated among the Vale Knights. She looks him over and seems pleased. "I've heard you're an actual warriors," she said, "not one of those knights who only has risked his life against bandits with weapons that are rusty, or farmers driven to starvation and seeking only food." "Oh?" he said with a grin, brushing his long golden hair back mockingly. "Whoever you heard that from flatters me." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 0:40:06 GMT
"Well," she said, "please tell the tales of Prince Willem," she begged. "It's been such a dull affair so far and you're our best hope for excitement!"
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 13, 2017 1:28:43 GMT
Geralt gets his seven, and Torrhen cursed and tossed some coins at him. "I do that everywhere," he jested. "But I prefer some northern whiskey. The point of drinking is to get drunk, unless one is with a lady," he amended. "The north is at it always is and always will be, cold, gigantic, and forbidding. Sort of like Lord Selmy's women," he said with a laugh as the others slapped the table. "I do say there are surely some sights I've enjoyed down here," he added. "I see why there's so many of you damned southrons now." "Fuck", she grumbled and tossed some coins on the table to Geralt, then winked at him playfully. Naomi needed to pay attention or all these Greenlanders will get her money. |
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Post by Prince Geralt Gardener on Aug 13, 2017 1:45:41 GMT
Geralt gets his seven, and Torrhen cursed and tossed some coins at him. "I do that everywhere," he jested. "But I prefer some northern whiskey. The point of drinking is to get drunk, unless one is with a lady," he amended. "The north is at it always is and always will be, cold, gigantic, and forbidding. Sort of like Lord Selmy's women," he said with a laugh as the others slapped the table. "I do say there are surely some sights I've enjoyed down here," he added. "I see why there's so many of you damned southrons now." "Clean living pays off again," Geralt remarked, as he took the coin. "I'll be able to gold plate the Hightower if we keep this up." He chuckled at Stark's joke at Selmy's expense. "Yes, it is no secret that the women of the Reach are as favorable as the weather," he continued, stacking his coins and taking up the dice. "Though I am actually surprised there are not more of you Northerners. What else is there to do in the cold?" "Fuck", she grumbled and tossed some coins on the table to Geralt, then winked at him playfully. Naomi needed to pay attention or all these Greenlanders will get her money. "You again," Geralt remarked, upon seeing Captain Naomi once more, offering a slightly inebriated grin at the wink. "Paying for the pleasure of my company now?" he inquired, adding her coin to the stack with the rest. |
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 13, 2017 1:56:44 GMT
Chuckling at his comment she replied,"Your company, no. "I'm sure I will can get that for free." She looked around the table at the rest of the men. "Come no gents are we gambling or not? Plus a girl could always use new friends.."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 2:08:58 GMT
"She with you, Gardener?" Torrhen asked. "We send all our ugly babies to the Iron Islands," he said. "That's why I'm so pretty." He slaps a few coins down. "Throw them bones." He took another swig as Selmy rolled his eyes.
"Another fucking seven and that girl's gonna have to become a second wife," the Stormlander said.
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Post by Prince Geralt Gardener on Aug 13, 2017 2:10:37 GMT
"I assure you, it is a valuable commodity," he said, taking up the dice. "Alright, alright, if you're so eager to part with your coin," he tossed them again.
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 13, 2017 2:13:53 GMT
"I'm not with Geralt, If I was you'd know it and.." Giving a feign gasp,"I never thought a Staahk, would talk that way to a woman." Watching the dice, she continued,"Speaking of your women, I bet you freeze your cock off in those frozen cunts, or do they just fall off from frostbite?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 2:31:02 GMT
A six and a two wind up, and Torrhen and Cuy clap as they get their money back. Selmy curses his useless stack on six. Prince Torrhen looks at Naomi, then Geralt again. He spins a coin on the table and downs half an ale before it topples over. "Servant! I require hydration!"
Victor chuckled, but even he was a bit stunned at the woman's words. "I'm thinking this may not be your table, my lady," the Reach knight said. Emmett held out his hand for the dice now that Geralt had blown his streak.
"Oh let her stay," Torrhen said. "What's your name, then?" He asked, waiting for Selma to roll. "You skipped your prayer time at the sept, Emeet,," he said, "the Seven wont be there for you this time." He slides his markers to six, ten and four
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 13, 2017 2:35:45 GMT
Naomi takes her few coins grinning,"I'm not a lady, I'm an Ironborn." She gave the Stahk a smiling look,"Tell me yours, I'll tell you mine." Following his move, she puts down for 7, 11 and 6.
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Post by Prince Geralt Gardener on Aug 13, 2017 2:55:02 GMT
"She's not mine," Geralt replied, putting his hands up as if to wash his hands of anything else the Ironborn said. "Just the local color."
He passed the dice to Selmy, placing some coin on 6 and 8.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2017 3:04:34 GMT
Double deuces come up as he rolls, and Torrhen picks up some coins along with Victor. "Well I'll be damned," he said, "Guess I won't freeze tonight." Emmitt passed Victor the dice as the game continues. "Can't wait to see you all joust," the Stark heir continued. "I'm the best in the North, but I'm quite afraid that makes me the most skilled of the dead men or the best ladies' man in the Night's Watch."
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 13, 2017 3:11:56 GMT
Naomi chuckled and put down more coin on 6, 8 and 4. "Men....", she thought, and grabbed an ale.
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Post by Prince Geralt Gardener on Aug 13, 2017 3:25:08 GMT
"Then at worst, you may learn a thing or two," Geralt remarked, with a wry smile, tossing a few coins to the lucky pair, leaving replacing them once more on the 6 and 8. "Gentlemen, this is Captain Naomi Harlaw of the Survivor. Captain, this is Torrhen Stark, Brandon Bolton, Ser Ezra Fowler, Vance Cuy, and Emitt Selmy." He pointed to each man in turn.
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