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Blossom of Dwimordene
Join Date: Oct 2010
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By the way, since the first two Lannisters hailed from House Connington and House (Stannis) Baratheon, I was jokingly sure that House Stark would have to be the last one.
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Woman of Secret Shadow
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: in hollow halls beneath the fells
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The summer was coming to an end when Nogrod Swann walked into a tavern in the Reach. He was on his way home to Dorne in the south, but now he needed a drink. (Or two. Or five.) He ordered a stout and sat down, stretching his legs under the table. It had been a long day and a long journey. Suddenly he heard a familiar voice recounting a story to an enthusiastic audience. It took him a moment to place it, but then he remembered.
He had tried hard to forget the strange events of months before. Even now, he was sometimes woken in the night, believing he could hear large animals creeping around in the night. Despite his best efforts, he could not fully shake those terrible memories. And now this voice (Lottie, his mind supplied, dragging the name up) caused it all to come flooding back. Shivering, he threw down his stout, motioned for another, and listened to Lottie's tale. “...Yes, it was awful! There he was, making passes at Lord Tyrell's son and heir throughout the entire tourney! And as if that wasn't enough, the looks he gave to the Lord's wife all through the feast!” “Curse those Dornishmen,” a voice muttered in the crowd. “So eventually, Lord Tyrell confronted him and asked what he thought he was doing. 'I am from Dorne. We love indiscriminately,' he had the cheek to say! The worst thing was, the Lord's son didn't seem all that displeased about the attention he was getting.” Nog chuckled into his stout. He could well believe that these supposedly strait-laced Tyrell's would respond well to a Dornishman's charm. "What was this fools name?" A voice from the crowd piped up. "Oh it was a strange name, and oddly one I'd heard before, WythDryden Martell." Nog's head snapped up at that. How could the world be so small as to bring together not two, but three members of that ghastly experience at the inn? "What happened to him?" The voice in the crowd was still questioning Lottie. "Can't imagine Lord Tyrell taking kindly to someone corrupting his angelic boy." All men must die.
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“Oh, he was found dead in his bed the next day. No signs of violence... and no sign of the Lord's son either! Apparently he had been locked up in his room, just to be on the safe side, you know!”
Nog's heart went out to Wyth – after all, the Martells were his liege lords, but even if they had been Dornish street rats, it didn't do at all to murder somebody (and with poison; Nog's lip curled at the thought) just because he lived his life to the fullest. He got up, his blood surging angrily through his veins. “Pray tell me, what did WythDryden do to deserve death?” he asked the crowd at large. "What's it to you?" Curt voices replied. "The Martell's are my liege lords and I will not sit here and hear them maligned without reason." Nog spoke passionately. "WythDryden was murdered in his bed for nothing. You, of all people, should know how wrong that is." He continued, glaring at Lottie, watching as her confusion lifted as she realised who he was. "Nothing?" An angry voice shouted. "He tried to seduce the prince. Men have been killed for less." "You have no proof, sir." Nog's anger was getting the better of him. "Defend your words!" Throwing the last of his stout aside, Nog gripped his sword and pulled it from its sheath. A gasp went through the crowd, but Lottie stepped up to the challenge, drawing her own sword. The fight was short and bloody. Lottie struck, but Nog parried easily, his age and size working to his advantage. Sensing an opening, he fainted and thrust his sword into her side. It sunk deep, and such was the force of the blow that it went deep into the bone of Lottie's ribs and got stuck there. She fell limply on the floor, her blood pooling on the floor. All men must die.
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Woman of Secret Shadow
Join Date: Oct 2006
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“This is what all you filthy Tyrell traitors get if you raise your hand against a Dornishman!” Nog yelled and turned to face the spectators unarmed.
It was the last mistake he would ever make. Enraged by the death of one of their own in their midst, and angered by old rivalries being thrown in their faces, the Tyrell patrons advanced on Nog. Hands gripped him tight and carried him outside the inn. More bodies appeared, leading horses, bringing ropes, tying knots. Before Nog knew what had happened, he was tied between four huge beasts. "Very well, sir. No hand will be raised against you." The voice was suspiciously polite. "But he who dares grasp the rose should ever fear the thorn." Nog was still trying to puzzle that one out when a loud, "Hup!" was shouted. Relentlessly, the horses began to move apart. Realising what was about to happen, Nog screamed, a prolonged wail that echoed in the evening air. All men must die.
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Woman of Secret Shadow
Join Date: Oct 2006
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And to the anonymous neg-repper (with not enough reputation to actually remove any points) who has been targeting the mods and players alike - if you take issue with this game, please speak up. Passive-aggressive post-it notes don't work here.
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Blossom of Dwimordene
Join Date: Oct 2010
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Huddle around the fire all, for the Night is dark and full of terrors!
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Join Date: Jun 2014
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Odd. I just gave positive reputation to both yours and kath's posts. I distinctly chose the "I approve" button and chuckled to myself. First time doing it at all in this thread though.. |
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Oohh I may have just got it! The rep shows as purple, and if it was negative, it'd be red, right? You probably haven't enough reputation yet to be able to give actual points, so it just shows me I got reputation but not a point! Sorry about the confusion. ![]()
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Blossom of Dwimordene
Join Date: Oct 2010
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Wait, so do the blue squares mean it's a neg rep from such a person? I had one or two of these a while ago and was very confused about the colour, especially since they were blank and I believe we have to type something to neg rep someone.
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