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Post by Crakehall on May 6, 2008 21:18:38 GMT -5
One of the essential items of any forum.
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 9, 2008 18:55:01 GMT -5
I've gone one!!! I call it The Mander Mercenary Company, I think they need a better name though. "Indeed the strength of Highgarden would be of an asset to him, but what would he offer to me the armies of the Mander do not come cheaply."
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Post by Ser Jon Grafton on May 11, 2008 12:11:26 GMT -5
Balon on Osney and Marq:
[Balon] "I'm Batman, you can be Robin" "Why do you get to be Batman? I want to be Batman!"
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Post by The Drowned God on May 11, 2008 21:09:41 GMT -5
[Lewyn] ♫ [Arthur] ♀ [Lewyn] woo [Arthur] ♪ [Lewyn] ◄ [Lewyn] √ [Arthur] ╟ [Lewyn] ¼ [Arthur] ◙ [Lewyn] haha! [Arthur] ○ [Arthur] • [Arthur] § [Arthur] ↕ [Lewyn] ¢ [Lewyn] ╣ [Arthur] This is fun
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Post by Crakehall on May 12, 2008 21:41:56 GMT -5
Osney sat in silence for a great deal of time, reading and re-reading the two papers in his hand. Each would make a king; one right only in name, the other right in deed. Servants came with platters of food and drink that went untouched, and took them away when the sky had grown dark. Candles were lit, burned, and gutted out, and still Osney had not moved. The only constant was the hearth fire burning at the head of the table. Finally, as the last hand maiden disappeared into her quarters for the night, Osney Hightower rose. With a heavy arm, he tossed one of the papers into the fire, watching the flames lick around the edges as it curled in on itself and disappeared, just as one man's claim would. In the morning, he rode for King's Landing. Pretty sweet.
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Post by Lord Marq Tully on May 12, 2008 21:54:11 GMT -5
Osney sat in silence for a great deal of time, reading and re-reading the two papers in his hand. Each would make a king; one right only in name, the other right in deed. Servants came with platters of food and drink that went untouched, and took them away when the sky had grown dark. Candles were lit, burned, and gutted out, and still Osney had not moved. The only constant was the hearth fire burning at the head of the table. Finally, as the last hand maiden disappeared into her quarters for the night, Osney Hightower rose. With a heavy arm, he tossed one of the papers into the fire, watching the flames lick around the edges as it curled in on itself and disappeared, just as one man's claim would. In the morning, he rode for King's Landing. Awesome Post, one of the best I have seen.
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Post by Lord Gerald Lannister on May 12, 2008 21:57:03 GMT -5
Hahahaha....
Should I post it as well?
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Post by Lord Marq Tully on May 12, 2008 21:57:44 GMT -5
Hah, oops, I didn't see it had been posted before. But sure, go ahead!
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Post by Brandon Bolton on May 13, 2008 13:09:00 GMT -5
This one just has to be added. "Ah the Boltons, such charming individuals, I trust Lord Mark is well?" Ser Willas asked, his smile not faltering. He actually called us Boltons "charming individuals." If you leave out the sarcasm, it would actually be a compliment.
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Post by The Seven on May 14, 2008 15:05:48 GMT -5
Alycia leaned back and lay next to Stannis, looking him in the eyes. Er own eyes were brown and large, looking almost hypnotizing. "I would love to hear of it." She said, and her lips looked somewhat redder and juicier than usual, almost the color of cherries. Hilarious awkward moment in chat following this post.
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Post by The Drowned God on May 14, 2008 15:14:57 GMT -5
Oh god...
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Post by The Seven on May 15, 2008 14:56:59 GMT -5
"A gift for you, my lord", Lord Waxley said as he bowed before the King. He handed him a large wrapped sack of cheese. Lord Waxley's actions when swearing fealty to Jonarth just after he had appeared on the scene. The Cheese Lord. My favorite NPC of Crake's.
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Post by Brandon Bolton on May 17, 2008 7:52:23 GMT -5
Arthur appears, waiting for the next list to finish before it is his try with the lance. Though it was not his strong suit, he was capable in the joust. He wore armor forged from the blacksmith of the Last Hearth. He wore a chest plate, forged to look like a torso, with conjoined neck and shoulder plates to cover the rest of the torso. On this hands and fore arms he wore lobstered gloves. On his head he wore a full helm, with a visor crafted to have the look of an expressionless face, a single tear falling from an eye. Though plain steel, it was adorned and trimmed with engravings, which lined every piece of armor that he wore. On his high shield was the Giant of the Umber house, broken free of his chains. From his back draped a cloak of black satin, a gift from Wilhelm on his twenty and fifth name day. Atop his black warhorse, he looked a giant himself. "Ready my lance, May," said Arthur, serious. It would take concentration to excel in the joust, for he was not fully confident in his ability. His lance was made of ebony, fashioned in a fist at the end. Best post of the whole tournament. It always bugs me how many people here like to fight in wars/melees/duels, but can't even seem to describe the armour they are wearing, or the weapons they are wielding.
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Post by The Seven on May 19, 2008 12:37:24 GMT -5
The Turkey Fucker shall be avenged!!!!!
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Post by The Drowned God on May 19, 2008 17:11:01 GMT -5
[Elle] how much does work suck... [Arthur] 8 inches of cock [Elle] mmm, that would be nice
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