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Post by The Drowned God on May 21, 2008 20:58:12 GMT -5
Oh, so I am quoting myself. Ser Ethan, fuming, gave the riverlander a stare. "Fuck you, river boy! The other castles need to be protected!"
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Post by The Seven on May 21, 2008 20:58:52 GMT -5
"Fuck you, river boy!" Haha. Priceless.
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Post by Lord Domeric Tyrell on May 22, 2008 8:38:14 GMT -5
would have been more priceless had he not hid behind Corbray's skirts afterwards.
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Post by The Seven on May 22, 2008 13:03:32 GMT -5
Eh, Vance will be hiding under the ground for a few thousand years now.
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Post by Lord Marq Tully on May 22, 2008 19:44:14 GMT -5
[Mallister] hey lewyn can i get my bollocks in your mouth ..... Lewyn said yes.
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Post by The Drowned God on May 22, 2008 20:06:11 GMT -5
BOLLOCKS!
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Post by Jon Bolton on May 22, 2008 20:07:54 GMT -5
Tristifer grew impatient with the suspense. He cupped his hands over his mouth and bellowed at the wildlings, "Fuck yooooouuuuuuuuu!"
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Post by Arthur on May 22, 2008 22:51:28 GMT -5
Oh man! You beat me to it.
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 24, 2008 20:18:49 GMT -5
Maybe it will... If he has plenty of sons a little Gold could be helpful. After Lord Lannister killed Lord Lychester's heir in a 'training' duel, I asked him if he thought that Lord Lychester thought that Lannister's gold was worth his son's life. Priceless
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Post by The Seven on May 25, 2008 0:24:16 GMT -5
Round 15 Tristifer - 79 Commander - 57 (light hit) Reeling from the hit, Tristifer lets the wildling come in closer, preparing a trap. As the commander comes forward, Mudd gags and throws up into the man's face. The wildling screams, the acidic liquid from Tristifers stomach stinging his eyes. Mudd brings up his shield, smashing it into the wildling's face and knocking him back. A wonderful fight description.
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Post by The Drowned God on May 25, 2008 0:41:18 GMT -5
Long live Lord Tristifer Mudd.
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Post by The Seven on May 25, 2008 0:42:11 GMT -5
Thats ironic, considered he's a goner right now.
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Post by The Drowned God on May 25, 2008 0:56:50 GMT -5
RIP Mudd.
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Post by The Seven on May 25, 2008 14:19:28 GMT -5
Inside the tower walls, Lord Jared curses Winterfell for not sending their power to the Wall with his troops and considers killing every Northern lord he ever meets should he somehow not be disemboweled by the no doubt vengeful wildling lord. Haha. Lord Mallister after being captured by wildlings in battle.
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Post by The Drowned God on May 31, 2008 10:47:11 GMT -5
Jack wished he had a cock, as he watched the seductive woman leave the room.
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