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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on May 17, 2008 15:29:55 GMT -5
Robert smiled, "That would be great, Prince.. good-brother".
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Post by Crakehall on May 17, 2008 15:32:54 GMT -5
He smiled and nodded, leaving to go find his sister.
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Not thirty minutes later he returned followed by a young Queen in her early thirties or late twenties. She was an attractive blonde woman with sharp features and blue eyes, wearing a white, black and red cloak held together by a dragon brooch.
"Lord Robert Caraven", Queen Taella said in a sweet voice, "I am glad to finally make your acquaintance. My brother here has told me that you are to marry our sister, Aema. I'm quite pleased by this, and I promise you you will be as well. She is a lovely young woman."
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on May 17, 2008 15:35:24 GMT -5
Robert bowed, smiling, "A pleasure to meet you, Queen".
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Post by Crakehall on May 17, 2008 15:39:22 GMT -5
"I now this has been more than brief, but I most leave. I have duties to attend to in other parts of the palace. I will certainly attend my sister's wedding however. Please do keep me informed as to when that is." She smiled, bowed, turned, and left.
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Post by Arthur on May 18, 2008 14:30:58 GMT -5
OOC: You forgot about Willis, Crake
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Post by Crakehall on May 18, 2008 14:39:18 GMT -5
"I visit you, because I prefer to be of service to the top, for my services are rich enough. I am very able, and would have myself talk to you myself, rather than one of your subjects. Converse with the head, and the body understands." "Prove yourself worthy, and you will be granted service. I will tell you no more than this."
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Post by Arthur on May 18, 2008 14:41:07 GMT -5
"And how, sire, may I prove myself worthy. Give me a thorn, and I will pluck it."
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Post by Crakehall on May 18, 2008 15:35:51 GMT -5
"That is part of the quest. You must find the thorn I want plucked, I will not tell you."
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on May 18, 2008 15:44:23 GMT -5
"I now this has been more than brief, but I most leave. I have duties to attend to in other parts of the palace. I will certainly attend my sister's wedding however. Please do keep me informed as to when that is." She smiled, bowed, turned, and left. Robert turns to Daegon, "Brief indeed," he says managing a small smile. "Well there will be more than enough time at the wedding. Till then good-brother."
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Post by Crakehall on May 18, 2008 16:18:00 GMT -5
"Till then", Daegon repeated with a nod of the head.
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Post by Arthur on May 18, 2008 16:29:17 GMT -5
"If that is your request," bowed Will, backing out.
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 24, 2008 18:14:08 GMT -5
Samuel makes his way into the Targaryen Palace, seeking an audience any military mind of the Targaryens' armies. He is wearing his black armor and smoke-grey surcoat with a black huntsman in stride. Heartsong hands from his hip, but his cutlass is gone.
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Post by Crakehall on May 24, 2008 19:17:20 GMT -5
He is admitted to meet with Ser Eldridge Hawthorne, who is standing by the balcony, with his arm around a woman.
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 24, 2008 19:24:55 GMT -5
"Greetings Ser. I heard rumors that the Targaryen strength would be moving against Myr soon, and I came to offer the services of my men and myself. We wish fight for your masters in this conflict," he said, bluntly.
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 26, 2008 10:21:58 GMT -5
Lord Samuel entered the palace's training yard while waiting for his audience with a member of the Targaryen household. He was dressed his his black half-plate and chain armor, with the sigil and colors of the Blackguard on his Surcoat. He looked around, searching for someone to spar with.
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