The Funeral of Artair Mallister

[Nesimî]

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The funeral takes place in the Sept of Seagard. The sept is made completely of stone, with rather simple representations of each of the gods on every wall. There are a dozen rows before the altar, where the septon waits for the congregation to arrive.


Niall wears a grim expression on his face. He had not expected the demise of his father so soon.
It was all the solids he ate. He loved potatoes, he did.
Niall takes a seat in a row and waits for the people to arrive.

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Lord Antin Tully arrives with some of his family - his wife, Lyra, and their eldest (and still unmarried despite several proposals and stunning beauty) daughter Emelyn.

[Pinkerton]

Quentyn arrived alone, to the ceremony

He saw Lord Antin, and went over to greet him;

He bowed to Antin, and smiled to Lyra

Lord Tully, it is good to see you again, Lady Lyra we've seen before, you are beatiful as always.

But I haven't met you Lady, what's your name? He said to Emelyn

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"A pleasure as always, Lord Cendres, though I wish we did not have to meet again under such circumstances." Antin smiled sadly.

Emelyn stepped forward and curtseyed. "No, Lord Cendres, we have not yet met. I am Emelyn Tully, daughter of Antin and Lyra."

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"A pleasure as always, Lord Cendres, though I wish we did not have to meet again under such circumstances." Antin smiled sadly.

Sadly death is one of the few things that bring people closer,

Emelyn stepped forward and curtseyed. "No, Lord Cendres, we have not yet met. I am Emelyn Tully, daughter of Antin and Lyra."

The beaty of the woman was ,stunning, and her green eyes were like a river, that flowed deep into a forest

Please, call me Quentyn, Milady

He said to Antin

Milord, are you going to attend the tourney of Brightwater Keep?

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Emelyn flashed a smile. "Of course, Quentyn."

Antin laughed. "My tourney days are all but over, Quentyn, but perhaps I will go anyway, just to watch. I need to find a promising knight for my boy to squire for."

[Pinkerton]

How old is he?

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How old is he?

"He has recently had his twelfth name day. A bright lad, and not bad with a sword either."

Niall approached the lords. He had worn a plain gray robe and an eyepatch over his eye socket.
He smiled when he saw Lord Tully and his family.
Emelyn will probably be married soon.
That saddened him. He felt as if his family was being taken away from him piece by piece.
"Thank you all for coming. It is very good to see you all."

"It is good to see you too, Niall." He considered using the title Lord Malister, but thought better of it.

[Nesimî]

Niall approached the lords. He had worn a plain gray robe and an eyepatch over his eye socket.
He smiled when he saw Lord Tully and his family.
Emelyn will probably be married soon.
That saddened him. He felt as if his family was being taken away from him piece by piece.
"Thank you all for coming. It is very good to see you all."

[Pinkerton]

Niall approached the lords. He had worn a plain gray robe and an eyepatch over his eye socket.
He smiled when he saw Lord Tully and his family.
Emelyn will probably be married soon.
That saddened him. He felt as if his family was being taken away from him piece by piece.
"Thank you all for coming. It is very good to see you all."

Lord Mallister, I'm sorry for your loss He bowed a little

"He has recently had his twelfth name day. A bright lad, and not bad with a sword either."

If you want him, he can squire for me in the upcoming tourney, if he likes it he can stay as my squire

Quentyn smiled

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Antin smiled. "I thank you for the offer, Quentyn, it is certainly a generous one, but I think squiring for a Lord is rather different to squiring for a knight. I think a knight's life would be good for him, and would hopefully trim some of the fat from him."

[Pinkerton]

Quentyn laughed,

I understand, then yes, you should go to the Tourney to see if a worthy candidate appears

He then talked to Emelyn

And you Milady, Are you going to the tourney?

[M. Laveur]

Lord Victarion came on behalf of his father.

"Lord Mallister, I am truly sorry for your loss," he said, as he suddenly realized the man must not have been more than a year or two older than his father.

Reachmen live longer than those in the Riverlands, and even longer than the Northern folk, that is well known, he told to himself, reassuring.

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Emelyn smiled. "I may go, I haven't decided yet."

[Pinkerton]

If you go be prepared to be crowned Queen of Love and Beauty; I'm sure one of those, "pretty" knights will do so,

Quentyn smiled. But it was a true smile, the first since the death of his wife

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Her smile was one of amusement, and she did not blush - Emelyn was more than used to such compliments. "You are too kind, my Lord. But what you say about some of those knights is true, a few have even tried to win my hand. Perhaps you should compete, and crown one of them the Queen of Love and Beauty?"

[Pinkerton]

If I do win I'll crown the Lannister kid,
Quentyn chuckled

[M. Laveur]

If I do win I'll crown the Lannister kid,
Quentyn chuckled

"I'll make sure to suggest my uncle to do the same, should he win," said Victarion, trying to introduce himself.

"Lady Emelyn. It's always a pleasure, though I'm sure we all wish we had a better reason to meet," he said to the lady, who seemed to always take his breath away. Even his wife, the famed Storm Doe, one of the most beautiful women in the Realm, could not produce that charm.

"Lord Quentyn," he faced him,

"I heard you shall be attending my tourney. I trust the days of rest as a Lord have not made you forget your days as a hedge knight, or made your lance go less steady, or your sword less sharp? I must admit after my first year as Lord I felt a stone heavier," he joked.

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"I'll make sure to suggest my uncle to do the same, should he win," said Victarion, trying to introduce himself.

"Lady Emelyn. It's always a pleasure, though I'm sure we all wish we had a better reason to meet," he said to the lady, who seemed to always take his breath away. Even his wife, the famed Storm Doe, one of the most beautiful women in the Realm, could not produce that charm.

"Lord Quentyn," he faced him,

"I heard you shall be attending my tourney. I trust the days of rest as a Lord have not made you forget your days as a hedge knight, or made your lance go less steady, or your sword less sharp? I must admit after my first year as Lord I felt a stone heavier," he joked.

Well my friend, as a Hedge Knight I was much better with the sword than with the lance; But I'll see what I can do

He smiled

Are you going to fight Lord Victarion?

[M. Laveur]

Well my friend, as a Hedge Knight I was much better with the sword than with the lance; But I'll see what I can do

He smiled

Are you going to fight Lord Victarion?

"I'm considering it, though some might think it disrespectful for the host to attempt to fight his guests," he said with a smirk.

"I think it would be wiser to sit back and enjoy, as much as I may want to break some lances on the field," he said, imagining himself on his horse, the wind on his face, and roaring of the crowd around him right after the clash.

Victarion remained confused during the ceremony, listening to the queer tongue trying to get a hold of what it might mean.