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Post by The Gambler on Jul 19, 2016 19:05:20 GMT
Where the large councils are held and the high seat of the Tullys sits. There is a private audience chamber above the Great Hall with a high seat for the lord and a bell to ring for servants.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jul 20, 2016 0:45:14 GMT
Belric entered the Great Hall, his beautiful wife at his side. He was here for one purpose, and his determination was present in the sternness of his expression. He walked carefully, taking deliberate steps, his eyes never leaving the high seat of Lord Tully.
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Post by Barley on Jul 20, 2016 0:55:07 GMT
Saesha was by his side. Every ounce of her was trying to project calm and caution into her husband. She too kept her mismatched eyes in the Lord Paramount.
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 20, 2016 2:56:41 GMT
Lord Medgar Tully sits upon his high seat on the dais, gazing down with thoughtful eyes as Belric and Saesha entered his halls. He looked older than when Saesha had seen him last; wrinkles lining his eyes, a gauntness to his cheeks form years under siege, auborn hair beginning to thin. He wore a beard, though unlike his brother's, his was neat and close cropped. His clothes were rich befitting a man of his station, but not gaudy. He was understated, looking every bit a lord, but unassuming enough that it was easy to forget that this was the man that had held his keep against the worst the Blackfyre forces could throw against him for 4 long years. "Lord and Lady Blackfort," he said in greeting, rising as his brother stood beside him. "Welcome to Riverrun."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jul 20, 2016 3:25:41 GMT
"My Lord," replied Belric, bowing crudely. It was not for lack of trying, Belric had simply never been groomed for nobility. "We came as soon as we were able."
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 20, 2016 3:59:58 GMT
"I am sure you did. As they say, we plan and the gods laugh," he replied, genially enough. "You just missed Lord Bracken, but given your tardy arrival, you are like to see Lord Roote upon your departure." He made his way down from the dais, with all the airs of a gracious host. "Would the two of you care for a glass of mulled wine after your trying journey? It does the body good this time of year, when the sky can't seem to decide if it wants to rain or snow."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jul 20, 2016 4:41:01 GMT
"A drink would be most welcomed," he said honestly, the prospect of good wine was enticing. "We crossed Lord Bracken's path on our ride in."
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Post by Barley on Jul 20, 2016 6:41:25 GMT
Unlike her husband, Saesha made her curtsey look elegant and refined.
She did not know if it was the work of some higher powers, limited in the characters they could create, but looking upon the two she was reminded of her own brothers: One genial, elegant, noble, the other a moody fucker.
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Post by Yseult Rivers on Jul 20, 2016 12:12:31 GMT
Unsure of the protocol but deciding that M'Lady Saesha's possible needs trumped vanishing with the lower servants. Yseult follows to peek in after any guards of their retinue or servants and if able to (if the rooms suitable enough) would inconspicuously settle close to a wall, out of the way but with hopefully a clear enough view to see if Saesha signals or seems to have a need for anything she can provide.
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 20, 2016 14:04:33 GMT
Daemon and Medgar had about as much in common as their respective sigils.
Servants bring out three goblets of steaming wine, spiced with cinnamon and sweetened with a touch of honey.
"What shall we toast to, Blackforts?" Tully inquired, raising his goblet.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jul 20, 2016 18:58:39 GMT
"To the King's peace," said Belric, taking the goblet offered to him by a serving girl.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 20, 2016 19:04:41 GMT
Violet happened to be standing near Belric and Saesha. After making her curtsey, she wondered whether Tully's failure to offer refreshment to the rest of the party was a deliberate slight or the omission of a high lord who had simply failed to notice the rest of them. But she considered herself too refined to comment so she held her tongue on the matter. However, she had noticed another omission too, one that was even more important. Leaning close to Belric she whispered urgently "Ask for bread and salt." She hoped he understood the old traditions.
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Post by Barley on Jul 20, 2016 19:26:56 GMT
Saesha found it odd violet was to refined to demand attention be on her, but not courteous enough not to whisper in public. She kept facing forward but tried to listen into what they were saying.
Observation 47
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 20, 2016 19:30:28 GMT
(Pass)
She can make out what Violet suggested. It did not seem Tully could, or at least he did not react as he echoed the toast and raised the glass to his lips.
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Post by Barley on Jul 20, 2016 19:40:26 GMT
Saesha did not wish to draw more attention by whispering back, but if Belric did it, it's violet who should fear getting murdered under this roof, not him.
Nothing shouted I don't trust you like asking very blatantly for bread and salt. They'd been summoned here, it's not like they just turned up. After one wars just ended, why would Tully kill them? It would be a huge insult.
She kept smiling at the high Lord, but took Belric's hand, squeezing it in the hope he would realise she was warning him not to do it. An opposing Angel on Belric's shoulder, though which were the devil remained to be seen.
"To peace. May it be long, and this winter be short." She remembered what her sister said and drank a sip of wine without being concerned it was poisoned.
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