Storm's End and Rosby

[Gandalf.]

Edmund raised an eyebrow as he looked at the men.
Well then your Grace, I shall have to be on my guard when facing men such as these, and of course your sons, who shall no doubt outperform us all.

[jakev2]

Thorin takes his leave and begins to make his way to the Inn that he has decided to stay at. I will get the boys in a bit, Thorin thinks to himself, I trust they will be ok.
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After the parry and strike, Loren grins. "Is that sweat? Or just the wetness coming off your cunny?" Loren was unlike his father in the fact that he was indeed highly arrogant. Thorin preferred not to speak while Loren could not speak enough. This prodding would bring him the scorn of his father if he found out, but Loren did not care; he was having fun.
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Lucan bowed to Maester Rondair "Thank you maester Rondair, I would not keep you but my father always taught me that if I have a question for a man, ask it. Lest I be thought craven......But thank you for your help!" At that pippy remark Lucan bolted up the three flights and made it to the third door on the right. He knocked first awaiting the assistant Bartaeus to come to the door.

Harrie growls through his beard. "What are you, a soldier or a damn raven? Stop that squawking and put up your steel." With that, he feints to the left, before thrusting low on Loren's right.

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The Maester watches the boy scurry away, and stays a second after he runs out of view. With a quick chuckle, he turns and continues on his way.

At the library, a voice calls out from behind the door, but Kucan can't quite make out the words. After a few moments, the door opens a crack. A young man in a robe of yellow wool peers out with small eyes from his his thin, weasely face. "Yes?"

[jakev2]

Edmund raised an eyebrow as he looked at the men.
Well then your Grace, I shall have to be on my guard when facing men such as these, and of course your sons, who shall no doubt outperform us all.

The King nods. "Is there anything else you would ask of me?"

[Gandalf.]

Edmund muses.
There was... one other thing that I would ask of Your Grace. The island to the east of Driftmark (Dragonstone) has fallen into decadence, with pirates from the stepstones raiding the island. I was wondering if you would consent to the island coming under my rule, so I could take preventative measures against the pirates in the area.

[jakev2]

Edmund muses.
There was... one other thing that I would ask of Your Grace. The island to the east of Driftmark (Dragonstone) has fallen into decadence, with pirates from the stepstones raiding the island. I was wondering if you would consent to the island coming under my rule, so I could take preventative measures against the pirates in the area.

Deep lines appear in the King's forehead as he frowns. "I do not think the situation is quite as bad as you say. Besides, the island is already under the rule of House Gower, who are loyal bannermen. I cannot grant you what you ask."

[Gandalf.]

Edward licked his lips.
House Gower, you say? Well, I believe the lord isn't as loyal as he seems, as my cousin Mr. Threepwood noticed many characters of... undesirable quality while trading upon the island. Characters that are not normally seen on a westerosi island... or in the retinue, ear and bed of a lord Your Grace.

[jakev2]

Edward licked his lips.
House Gower, you say? Well, I believe the lord isn't as loyal as he seems, as my cousin Mr. Threepwood noticed many characters of... undesirable quality while trading upon the island. Characters that are not normally seen on a westerosi island... or in the retinue, ear and bed of a lord Your Grace.

The King's forwn deepens even further.

"These are troubling accusations, Lord Blackadder, but I will not allow them to damage the honour of House Gower unless you can prove what you have just said, and I will allow you to retract those accusations in the meantime in order to preserve your own honour."

OOC: House Gower is actually player controlled, though he has been inactive.

[Gandalf.]

Edmund grimaces, unusual for him.
Have no fear for me your Grace, I shall uncover the truth for you and show you they have fallen into decadence.
ooc: who by?

[Zeus Almighty]

Harrie growls through his beard. "What are you, a soldier or a damn raven? Stop that squawking and put up your steel." With that, he feints to the left, before thrusting low on Loren's right.

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The Maester watches the boy scurry away, and stays a second after he runs out of view. With a quick chuckle, he turns and continues on his way.

At the library, a voice calls out from behind the door, but Kucan can't quite make out the words. After a few moments, the door opens a crack. A young man in a robe of yellow wool peers out with small eyes from his his thin, weasely face. "Yes?"

Loren, seeing the low thrust, attempts to block it and use Harries momentum against him. When he stumbles, I hope to bloody his nose. Maybe if I break it he will change his attitude Loren thought, ever overconfident.
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"Hello, my name is Lucan. I hope your Bartaeus, the man the maester told me about, he said I could read some of his books on the....relations...between the stormlands and the mystlands. He seemed a bit concerned I was a thief at first" Lucan added thinking back on the visit

[Zeus Almighty]

The day following Elladans departure from Rosby, Wesley received a letter from The Trident. The letter had informed him, at the least, that it would not be him going to Storm's End.

Meanwhile Daphne prepared herself in her room, deciding whether to explore the city or break her fast early this morning and perhaps see more of the older boy Reggard. Her captain had warned her away from exploring the city, saying it had been too great a risk. Luckily for Daphne her brother forgot to say the Captain was in charge in his absence, which made her word final. Then Wesley came to the door and provided the letter to the captain.

At that moment Sir Raynald Vance looked up and realized the magnitude of the assignment. The Kingfisher wants me to go and speak with the Stormking. Raynald bid farewell to the other guards and Daphne (whom he had grown very fond of) and set off to alert an attendant that he had need to see Lord Darius before his departure.

[jakev2]

Loren, seeing the low thrust, attempts to block it and use Harries momentum against him. When he stumbles, I hope to bloody his nose. Maybe if I break it he will change his attitude Loren thought, ever overconfident.
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"Hello, my name is Lucan. I hope your Bartaeus, the man the maester told me about, he said I could read some of his books on the....relations...between the stormlands and the mystlands. He seemed a bit concerned I was a thief at first" Lucan added thinking back on the visit

Bartaeus looks down at the lad grumpily. "Yes, that's me, and that does sound like the Maester. Very well." He steps back from the door as he opens it inwards. The room that is revealed is small, but with high ceilings and huge bookshelves that stretch to the very top of the room. A single desk sits to one side, with several books and papers on it. A few other chairs are dotted around the room. Bartaeus takes a seat at the desk, and picks up on of the papers. He looks at it for a moment, before placing it down and beginning to write. Without looking up, he speaks to Lucan again. "The books dealing with the wars in the Stormlands are on the far right, on the left hand side, of the fifth shelf of the first bookshelf to your left."

[Zeus Almighty]

Bartaeus looks down at the lad grumpily. "Yes, that's me, and that does sound like the Maester. Very well." He steps back from the door as he opens it inwards. The room that is revealed is small, but with high ceilings and huge bookshelves that stretch to the very top of the room. A single desk sits to one side, with several books and papers on it. A few other chairs are dotted around the room. Bartaeus takes a seat at the desk, and picks up on of the papers. He looks at it for a moment, before placing it down and beginning to write. Without looking up, he speaks to Lucan again. "The books dealing with the wars in the Stormlands are on the far right, on the left hand side, of the fifth shelf of the first bookshelf to your left."

Lucan immerses himself in one of the books he finds on the shelf. He reads for an hour or so then rubs his eyes and realizes how tired he was. I have to go find father. He jumps up placing the book back where it was and said aloud to Bartaeus "Thank you for your help!" and darted out of the room faster than he arrived.
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Finding an attendant he bows his head and says "Excuse me, I need to beg an audience with your Lord Darius or his castellan. Please direct me."