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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 15:39:34 GMT -5
Will, thoroughly shocked at their resembling pasts, stops. "I do not mean to startle you, miss, but that is quite the coincidence," he says quickly. "My birth surname was also Sand. And I share the same situation as yourself," he says, clutching the leather pouch around his neck.
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 15:43:55 GMT -5
She turned towards him and moved closer, her mouth close to his when she stood on the tip of her toes. "Share my bed, too, good knight."
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 15:47:19 GMT -5
He embraced her lips with his own, wondering how this all could have happened so quickly. He had traveled here on a whim, and found a woman who's past parallels his own. "Of course, my lady," he whispers.
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 15:52:29 GMT -5
She smiled and led by the hand to a lavish room inside the manse.
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 16:21:43 GMT -5
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The guests, numbered over one hundred, and including Lord Corbray and Ser Wilhelm, are ushered into a lavish hall, tables filled with many dishes and cups of wine.
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Post by The Drowned God on Jun 1, 2008 16:23:37 GMT -5
Lord Lewyn sits at his table, not too far from Elia. He awaits the arrival of lord Lasyn.
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 16:26:53 GMT -5
Allyrian sat next to Amia. Allyrian was near the head of the table, where Master Antaryon would sit.
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 16:31:02 GMT -5
A tall man, Antaryon, entered, trailed by a man and woman of remarkably beautiful appearance. They were dressed scantily, and appeared to be of some far east nationality. Antaryon himself outshone them all, his tan skin and white teeth, as well as blue eyes, drawing the stares of all.
He looked not much of a warrior, but was more "gorgeous" than perhaps the most pretty of women.
He nodded to the guests and then sat down, with the man and woman, obviously some sort of servants, on either side of him. "Welcome to my hall," he said, then repeated in several languages, all fluent. He sat and the eating began.
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Post by The Drowned God on Jun 1, 2008 16:33:54 GMT -5
Lewyn was not exactly sure just what he was eating but it tasted delicious. He looked around to Elia, who was sitting two seats away, and smiled. "Do you always feast this lavishly?"
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 16:36:48 GMT -5
"Master Antaryon is a very generous man," she said with a wide smile. Antaryon, placing a hand on the closest knees of both his male and female servant, smiled at Lewyn from the head of the table.
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 16:36:52 GMT -5
As the first course was being served, Allyrian turned to Antaryon, "I am gracious for your hospitality, my lord Antaryon," he said bowing his head slightly, "It is a pleasure, finally being graced by your presence."
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 16:38:17 GMT -5
"I am pleased to have you here," Antaryon said smoothly.
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Post by The Drowned God on Jun 1, 2008 16:39:10 GMT -5
Lewyn, hearing one of the men sitting opposite talks, nods and returns Antaryons smile. "It is indeeded an honorable thing. I cannot wait to talk to you about, well, many things."
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 16:43:05 GMT -5
"I hope to have you both in my chambers tonight," Antaryon said with a innocent grin, to both Wilhelm and Lord Corbray. Elia and Amia blushed, but smiled when Antaryon said, "And you two, also, of course, Amia and Elia."
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 16:43:40 GMT -5
Allyrian looked at Antaryon's eyes. They were remarkably like his own, though his face was much more... handsome... would be a word to describe it. "The food is delicious. You are definitely one for a good taste, my good lord. I have plenty to discuss with you, in good time. And it would be my please, as you are a gracious host," Allyrian said, continuing his food.
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