It is the forth year of summer and it's the time to harvest the field. The people of Dorne many have been preparing for the long year ahead.

The rumors are now fact as news has arrives by the raven peace is at hand.
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News has arrived by courier, diplomats of the capital come to distribute invitations, and discuss important matters at hand. The weddings are expected to a grand celebration.

King Baelor the Blessed, the Septon King has come to an agreement with Dorne. A Dornish wedding will be had, this will be a glorious event that will be spoken about for ages to come.

Letter of Invitation

It is with great pleasure that the House of Martell announces the joining of Prince Daeron of House Targaryen, & Princess Myriah Martell of Dorne.

There will be festivities beginning 7 days prior to the wedding and services for this union will be held at The Great Sept of Baelor at Kings Landing.

The House Martell request that House (addressed to the individual house) and representatives of their respected houses attend this monumental event.
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It is "The Time of Harvest" and House Kolwyn, Ravenhowe, and Kaldor traditionally have a banquet feast in honor of The Seven to thank the gods for being so  gracious in providing a strong harvest season.

Each year the three houses come together and one house agrees to host the feast and this years it is being held at Kolwyn Hold.
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Having spent most of the early morning traipsing through the scrub in the hills hunting, Makarios leads his hunting party back towards Kolwyn Hold. They had made out rather well, having bagged a large number of rabbits and fowl. Unfortunately pork and venison wouldn't be on the menu today but all would be well fed.

OOC: Anyone who wanted to be on the hunt with me is well and truly welcome to have come along.

Despite having not a single culinary bone in his aging body Maester Archibald has never had trouble finding a way to help make the cook's life easier, or generate an excuse to stop by the kitchens for a snack.  For the upcoming feast that assistance takes the form of collecting, drying, and grinding significant quantities of the required spices and herbs to fulfill the requirements of the dishes being prepared for the celebration.

Personally delivering each batch of ground herbs to the kitchen has also kept Maester Archibald fully up to date on the progress of said dishes cooking, and perhaps to intimately familiar with how they are turning out.

The latest trip results in his sitting down to sample some one such dish just as Makarios arrives with the catch of the day, the disruption caused by the kitchen staff whirling around him is ignored in favor of a more focused appreciation of the delightful food.

Jadis follows along behind Makarios, hunting bow slung over one shoulder and her hound trailing at her heels. She adjusts her hat to better block the sun. "You know, I really think we should try another sweep for a deer or something. The bastards have to be here somewhere." She rubs Brutus' head "Right Brutus?" The dog snorts in seeming agreement.

Ashara passed through the kitchen, unobtrusively checking on the progress of the cooking. Her appearance was strictly correct without a hair out of place. "Maester Archibald, hello!" she said with a smile when she saw the house Maester. "Do you know if the hunting party has returned yet? We are about to have guests, my sister should be here to greet them with me..." she said, sounding a touch nervous. She was excited, but wanted everything to go right, lest House Kolwyn be embarrassed in front of their neighboring Houses.

"Haha, oh they're out there alright m'lady. I'll probably duck out again later on tonight when nobody is looking and see if they're out and about."

Makarios grins widely at Jadis before remembering his place. While the woman seemed to share a lot of his interests, Makarios knew she was off-limits. He had practically grown up with the children of House Kolwyn given his position, belonging to his father before him.

"I'll try to give you some signal when I'm leaving if you like. Brutus is a good hunting dog, I just wish I could train one to be useful. I think it's their eyes that do it to me, especially when they're pups."

They would soon be arriving at the kitchens. He dismounts and calls for a stable boy to take their horses while he pulls the game bags from it's flanks and hefting them over his shoulders. "Be sure to Water them and feed them before you brush them down Reginald."

He looks to Jadis, "Will you be joining me in my trip to the kitchens m'lady? The smell of spices is making my mouth water."

The kicking up of sand and dust could be seen on the horizon as the all too familiar  dark banner of the Knightly Order of House Ravenhowe could be seen flapping in the desert wing. Their armor shined in the morning sun, as they made their approach. Reaching the gates the knight holding the banner called toward the ramparts to be allowed in. Upon gaining entrance their leader Ser Hassan dismounted, he was clad in scale armor which had been plated in copper, as was his horse. Wrapped around his head was a purple cloth which covered all but his eyes to protect himself from the terrible heat of Dorne. Around his body was a light and breezy surcoat with their Coat of arms upon it.

When some of the servants had arrived to aid them with their stabling he looked to one of the many servants, "Inform your Lord of our arrival," walking up toward the horse that had ridden adjacent to him, he offered his hand to his Lady Wife Aislin, aiding her in her dismount. She her self was dressed in an airy dress of lavender and a dark gray, her head was gently wrapped to protect from the heat as well. Smiling at his wife he kissed her modestly, "I'm sure Lady Ashara will be quite excited to receive you." He looked over at the men and one woman who accompanied them. "Roland, see that the horse is groomed, and his barding oiled!" he called out to his own son who had apparently been serving as his squire. It was evident that he did not go easy on his own son. "Once you are done you may join us."

Jadis gave the man a half smile and rubbed Brutus' head. The dog looked entirely too pleased with himself. "Brutus is special. And he knows it." Brutus, somehow, manages to look smug. "I know what you mean about the puppy eyes. Overcoming THAT was the hardest part of training Brutus. Silly dog got away with murder before I wised up." She gives the dog a little boop on the nose, causing him to sneeze.

She starts towards the kitchens, saying "You know, we're going to ruin our appetites for the feast.. but that is Future Jadis' problem. Ashara will also be Future Jadis' problem when I show up late." She tosses Makarios a wink and adds "You know, if you want a hand training some hunting hounds, I'd be happy to help. Other than annoying the Septon, I'm kind of useless around here. Be nice to help out. And I am definitely up for a hunt later this evening."

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 7):

One of the young house maid girls dashes into the kitchen. A young lass of about 8 years with brown hair and tan shin. She stops suddenly correcting her posture and giving a quick lite bow. "Lady Ashara, House Ravenhowe has just arrived, ..." her eyes rise to see her lady's response.
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Makarios smiles, "I'd like that, though I don't know how Brutus would take to you giving another dog attention haha. All right, well I'll give you the signal when it's time to go. Probably after the meal. Or before. Hunting on an empty stomach helps me concentra..." He trails off for a second.

"I mean, as m'lady wishes, of course."

He then nudges open the kitchen door with his foot and is immediately swarmed by kitchen hands.

He gives Archibald a nod and smiles at Ashara. "Perhaps Future Jadis won't have to deal with that after all." He says under his breath to Jadis.

Ashara's eyes go wide in response to the maid's words, and she smiles excitedly. She was very fond of her aunt and uncle. "That will be aunt Aislin and uncle Hassan. I'll go to meet them right away. Please inform my lord father and lady mother, they've arrived." She turns at the sound of the door opening and the kitchen hands moving.
"Jadis, there you are! I've been looking all over for you" she said cheerfully and smiled at her sister. But she gasped when she noticed Jadis' appearance. "Sister, a highborn lady does not greet guests in ratty riding leathers!" she chided Jadis. "Oh dear, House Ravenhowe has already arrived and House Kaldor could be here any moment!" she said, sounding worried. She sighed. "Well, there's no help for it, you're just going to have to be late. You need to get bathed and dressed right away!"
"Makarios, hello. I hope the hunt went well" she said politely to the master of the hunt.

He nods a shallow bow towards Ashara, "It went very well m'lady, though we missed out on pork and venison this time around."

"Oh, I think he might like leading a pa- Oh. Hi Ashara!" Jadis smiled and rubbed her head, embarrassed "We're so late? Sorry sister, we got caught up in the hunt." She shrugged sheepishly. "Erm, am I going to sit at the high table or down at the low table for this one? You know how some people feel about, umm, Sands." Jadis blushes a bit, scrapping one boot uncomfortably against the stone floor.

"By the old gods and the new what the fuck is that smell?" Ronan walks into the kitchen, "Maester what the hell did you let into this kitchen? Haahaa its just the smell of hunters," he quickly walks to Makarios and give a warrior's hand shake. "Looks like you did well - should we have expected more or was the thought of wine ringing in your head to come back with so little"  laughing heartily. When embraced softly spoken "good to have you".
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Makarios shakes Ronan's hand firmly, "Well I was thirsty, but it was more the need to bring Jadis back in time so she wouldn't get scolded. It seems I failed m'lady there."

He grins, "You must come with us sometime Ronan. You spend to much time in the training yard, you almost smell like a hunter."

In reply to Ser Hassan Ravenhowe (msg # 9):

Lord Perros Kolwyn & Lady Tansa Kolwyn Come out to the court yard with Gemia Kolwyn to great House Ravenhowe, Ser Hassan Ravenhowe and the others.

The lady Tansa and Gemia wait by the steps as Lord Perros approaches Ser Hassan, "I hope the road was kind to you." He smiles.

In reply to Makarios Lestat (msg # 17):

"NO I leave the smell and those things to you and this pretty one," He tries to put his arms around Jadis, as he tries "You know your lucky we're related ... I'm tempted to bed you" again laughing. "Today is going to be a good day" as he takes a bottle of wine off the table and heads to the door.  "Now get out of the kitchen and get to the courtyard father will be pissed that we aren't out there properly greeting our guests."
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Jadis snorts and returns the hug "I have standards, actually. You'd have a better chance with Brutus." The dog's ears perk up and he looks faintly alarmed. She calls after him "Also, if you get drunk, remember I still have that bear trap and I am going to be using it tonight!"

In reply to Caladin (msg # 18):

Removing his head dress he turned toward Lord Perros and walked toward him the jingling of this scales following him. "Aye it was my lord," he was significantly of darker skin then the others around him, having been descended from salty Dornish stock. He reached for Aislin's hand so she could be brought forth to properly greet her brother and sister-in-law.

In reply to Jadis Sand (msg # 20):

At the door he looks a Jadis then his crouch and then Jadis "bear trap" he then makes a facial expression of pain, "Never mind sister I think we will stay away from each other even after the wine."
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In reply to Ser Hassan Ravenhowe (msg # 21):

Lord Perros then approaches his sister "You look well sister." Whispering in her ear as he give her a gentle hug "and Lady Tansa is looking forward to so good gossip" he then kiss her on the cheek.

Ashara sighed. "I like hunting too, Jadis, but we have to remember our responsibility. But I guess it's really my fault, I should have gone to keep an eye on you two, but there was just so much to do here."
"At the high table, if I have anything to say about it. Nothing but the best for my sister. I know uncle Hassan won't mind, I don't know about Lord Kaldor, but I don't think it will be a problem. she answered Jadis' question, hoping to comfort her sister's worries about her status. She giggled at Jadis and Rowan's exchange, though she winces a bit at his language.
She looked worried when Rowan pointed out that they should be out in the courtyard. "You are right, we have to get there right away!" She dashed off, lifting her skirts slightly to keep them from dragging as she ran.

Makarios cringes a what Ronan says to Jadis but says nothing. Ronan was a coarse man to say the least, and dangerous when angry. But he was still a friend, and the only Kolwyn that he felt comfortable leaving off the 'm'lord' with.

"Excuse me m'ladies," he says to Jadis and Ashara, "I have duties to attend to and the trestles won't set themselves up. If I have your leave, I will get to work."

He waits briefly for permission before heading off to complete his tasks and to make sure that Reginald had followed his instructions. The boy was reputed for getting distracted and today there would be a lot of interesting people coming through Kolwyn Hold.
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"Lady Tansa, you look as lovely as ever," he said exchanging pleasantries and bowing gently at the waist. "Aislin has been looking forward to the feast all season, we've recently had some exchanges with the plague that runs over our lands, but they've been quiet as of late."

In reply to Ser Hassan Ravenhowe (msg # 26):

"There has been some chatter about that but I will leave such things to the men." "I see you got Lady Aislin a new dress, ... you spoil her, now you need to teach your brother the same"

Jadis waves at Ashara as she makes her way out "I'll clean up quickly. And.. thank you, sister." She gave a small smile. Turning to Makarios, she nodded "Have fun. I look forward to the next hunt. And please, call me Jadis. 'M'lady' makes me sound noble." She gives him a wink and then dashes upstairs, Brutus following behind after giving the game one last, long, soulful look.

"You honor me my lord, but do not get me started on Godfrey, Perros," he said shaking his head. "I've been trying to get him tied down for some time, he's more elusive then a thief in King's Landing when it comes to getting married." Shaking his head he ran his hand through his hair to sweep it back, "Tell me how has the family been Perros?"

"Of course, you have my leave, master Lestat" Ashara said before she left. She returned Jadis' smile and wave.
She arrived at the courtyard out of breath from her dash to get there. She took a moment to catch her breath before shouting out "Aunt Aislin, uncle Hassan! Wonderful to see you!"

In reply to Ser Hassan Ravenhowe (msg # 29):

Perros looks around the courtyard, "these young ones they forget their responsibilities sometimes, excuse them Ser Hassan." "There they are, ..." giving a look at Ashara and he nods head in disappointment.

Then walking at his leisure comes Ronan.

Makarios blushes at Jadis' insistence on his dropping the honorific and nods. "As m'lady wishes." He mumbles before heading out the door.

He finds Reginald peering around the corner into courtyard. "Hey Reginald," he says before pinching his ear and leading him back towards the stables, "you know what you should be doing so get it done."

He laughs as the boy pouts. "You can go and sticky beak when you're done, but the poor horses have had a hard morning and if they aren't looked after they could get very sick. You don't want the horses to get sick do you?" He smiles gently when the boy shakes his head.

"Well get to it then. I should be helping set up the hall not telling you off. Make sure you stay out of trouble okay?"

He then moves off to the main hall to help with the finishing rearrangements of the hall before heading off to the bathhouse for a wash.

"Kids will be kids," he said with a smile, after all he had seven himself, some people have joked that he had stopped at seven on purpose. When he saw Ashara he smiled, "Ashara it is a pleasure to see you, how have you been my dear? Ronan... Tardy as always..."


OOC: ((Feel free to NPC Aislin Caladin))
Actually I will allow you to NPC her as you have set the tone for her personality then in the future I will chime in as needed.
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Ashara blushed in embarrassment at being late. "I'm sorry for neglecting my courtesies, my lord father. Please forgive me" she said apologetically.
She curtsied to Ser Hassan, and smiled brightly at him and Lady Aislin. "Please excuse my lateness, uncle. I've been well. Studying, working, running after Jadis. How have you been? Doing something exciting, I hope!"

Off in the distance a squad of well armed and equipped soldiers marched across the sands.  They carried spears, as they continued to move towards the gates of House Kolwyn.

Outside of the gates, the soldiers lined up in two files.  Two men continued to walk towards the gate, one a large man, carrying a spear, a shield.  The other held himself in more esteem.  He carried a morningstar, soft leathers, and travelling clothes.


Coming to the gate, he looked up. "I am Mardax Kaldor.  I have come for the feast."  The guards at the gates nodded him, and then opened the gate for him.  "Stay here till I can gain permission for your entrance."

Walking into the courtyard with Brindal, he saw others in the courtyard.  One of them was Lord Perros and L.  He moved into position and gave a bow, before looking over at the others.  Ashara, Ronan, Ser Hassan.

He waited a moment, not wishing to interrupt the conversation around him, till there was a break in the conversation.  He then smiled at Lord Perros.  "I wished to thank you, for the invitation.  My father regreats he could not make it himself, however house affairs have kept him busy.  I hope my presence does not insult you."  He then looked back out at the gates. "Also, would their be a place for my soldiers?  Or must they remain outside?  I am sure you remember my bodyguard, Brindal."

In reply to Mardax Kaldor (msg # 35):

Lord Perros replies to Mardax Kaldor "You and your men are always welcomed at House Kolwyn." Perros wave over another servant "tend to them well and make sure they have what they need."

Biting his lower lip Lord Perros speaks out to Brindal "A place at the table will be set for you tonight."

Looking back at Mardax "I would dare to guess that your father is dealing with the recent ravens from Dorne. If you can stay a few days after the feast we plan to discuss this treaty and prepare for the wedding. No reason for to head back home to just leave again by on the King's road to the Landing."
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As Perros spoke about his men getting what they needed, and Brindal being at the table, Mardax looked at Brindal a moment, before back at the lord.

"That is very considerate of you.  Your generosity is legendary."  He nodded his head again, before nodding at his assessment.  "I would be honored to stay an travel with you to the capital, if you wish.  It is a long road back home."

With the important thing out of the way, he then turned to Ashara, smirking and bowing his head.  "Lady Ashara.  It has been a long time.  How are you?"

Ashara curtsied to Mardax. "Welcome to Kolwyn hold, my lord. I'm sorry to hear that your father couldn't make it. I am well, my lord" she greeted Mardax formally.
"It has been too long. I'm glad you remember me, Mardax. Was there something about me you found memorable?" she said with a smile.
"And welcome to you as well, Brindal" she added.

As whatever reply he may have had in mind for Lady Ashara is interrupted by the arrival of the hunters Maester Archibald leaves the family to it's discussions and instead shares some whispered words with some of the staff standing by to send them scurrying off to take care of some immediate tasks. 

Catching Jadis on her way out with a few more whispers Maester Archibald avoids disrupting the general flow of things, particularly the problem of adding more distractions to the Lady's already busy day.

Always one to be "fashionably late" there arrived from a distance Ser Godfrey Ravenhowe leading a group of 10 armored knights on horseback and roughly the same number of young boys aging between 10-14, who rode a discrete distance behind the knights.  Each man and boy, including Ser Godfrey, wore in addition to his standard livery & heraldry, a dark purple armband on their right arm with the symbol of a black raven's claw.  These men were the Raven's Claws, a specially selected band of skilled veteran knights chosen from among the best of the Ravenhowe Knightly Order who were personally led by Ser Godfrey.

Like his older brother, Ser Godfrey was also wearing finely crafted scale armor.  Ser Godfrey led his men and their squires into the courtyard, though the Raven's Claws knew to keep a discrete distance from the gathering nobles and family.  Ser Godfrey and his Raven's Claws were not infrequent visitors to Kolwyn Hall as they would from time to time avail themselves of Lord Kolwyn's hospitality when out on long patrols hunting bandits that would keep them away from the Ravenhowe Seat of Raven's Roost.  Only one of the Raven's Claws knights joined Ser Godfrey in approaching the nobles and when he raised his visor the resemblance between the younger knight and Ser Godfrey (as well as Ser Hassan) was clear, it was the youngest of the Ravenhowe brothers, Ser Ahmed Ravenhowe.

Ser Godfrey raised the visor of his helmet and smiled sheepishly at his relations, though with a mischievous carefree glint in his dark brown eyes, as he said in a polite and apologetic tone, "My Lord and Lady Kolwyn, Ser Hassan & Lady Aislin, assembled friends, family and noble guests, I offer my sincere apologies for the tardiness of my arrival.

My men and I had some last minute "business" to conclude with some rather unsavory individuals whom we happened upon on the road here.  There was a disagreement regarding whether they needed to obey My Lord Kolwyn's laws, they thought they were free to commit crimes against the innocent with impunity... needless to say the Raven's Claws and I saw matters quite differently.

I am pleased to say that the "difference of opinion" as been suitably resolved in My Lord's favor and to the benefit of all, save the law breakers, with the individuals in question having been shown the error of their ways... may the lesson benefit them in the next life.

Still, I do regret my late arrival and I hope I have not missed too much of the joy of the Harvest Feast."

So saying, Ser Godfrey dismounted and bowed his head in contrition towards Lord & Lady Kolwyn as well as his older brother Ser Hassan and Lady Aislin.

Ashara was always happy to see Ser Godfrey visit; he was brave, dashing and handsome despite his scar. Plus, he brought the Raven's Claws with him; better than having a handsome knight around was having a whole group of them.
Ashara curtsied to Ser Godfrey. "Welcome to Kolwyn Hold, ser." She listened intently to his story. "Oh, how exciting! That was chivalrously done, Ser Godfrey. I hope you and the Claws are unhurt from the battle."
She added teasingly "One scar makes you look dangerous. Two scars would be too much."
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Mardax smiled at Ashara, as she asked about if he had found something memorable.  He looked over to see the Maester by the looks, going about and telling some things to the staff.  He quickly dismissed it and looked back at Ashara.

"Who could forget one as beautiful and distinguished as yourself my lady."  Then, more arrived.  By the looks, it was more of House Ravenhowe.  He listened to the tale, and nodded in approval at the knights method of dealing with such rabble.

"Well done, ser.  We did not get into any trouble on the way.  However my men would have dealt with such rabble similarly.  Unless I was on another lords land.  Then I would have had to take them into captivity to be judged by the lord."

Brindal bowed lowly to Lord Kolwyn as he was instructed that he would be at the table with his lord, and then again at Lady Ashara as she welcomed him into their home.  "Thank you, m'lady.  I am glad to be here."

He watched as knights approached and stood a tad closer to his lord, however when it was sure it was safe.  He relaxed a bit, and took a step away, staying out of the conversation.  It wasn't his place, after all.

Ashara fixed her violet eyes on Mardax. "Thank you, my lord. I truly value such kind words, especially from a handsome nobleman like yourself." She did love it when people complimented her beauty.

"And we are glad to welcome you, Brindal. Another valorous warrior is never amiss."

Ser Godfrey responded in kind with a courtly bow to Ashara as he replied in a cordial tone, "Thank you Lady Ashara, with you here to brighten my reception I always feel especially welcomed at Kolwyn Hold."


Ser Godfrey smiled pleasantly but there were hints of strain at the corners of his eyes as he replied politely, "The Raven's Claws and I were doing no more than our knightly duty to protect the people and defend the land from the lawless who would harm both.

I know I can speak for all of the Raven's Claws when I say your kindly concern for our well being is very much appreciated Lady Ashara, please rest assured that by the Grace of The Seven and the guidance of The Warrior, the righteous survived the encounter unscathed."

Ser Godfrey paused before adding in a neutral tone, "I do agree with you my lady... one scar is more than sufficient.  Though I do hope that, despite my appearance, your ladyship never regards me as being "dangerous" towards you, Lady Ashara."  While Ser Godfrey had grown accustomed to the change in his appearance due to his scar (and the effect it had on others), it was still something of a sore point to him.  Though not for the reasons many might think but rather more for the "unfinished business" it represented (unfinished business that Ser Godfrey was reluctant to discuss with any except perhaps his brothers).


Ser Godfrey turned towards Mardax, noting the familiar heraldry of House Kaldor, and bowed his head politely as he said in a polite tone, "I am pleased to hear that your journey was unperturbed by lawless bandits your lordship.

We of House Ravenhowe strive to do our very best to keep the lands clear of such predatory ilk, though with the rise of prosperity in the area and our lands serving as something of a crossroads for trade, it is true that the greedy merciless lot have been keeping us rather busy of late.

Hence why the men of the Raven's Claws adhere to the Band's motto of "Ever Vigilant, Ever Ready"... words we live by and words engraved in our hearts second only to those of House Ravenhowe, "Without Honor, Victory is Hollow"."

Ser Godrey paused before adding with a hint of chagrin, "But where are my manners?  The downside to dealing with uncouth villains day in and day out is that one's social graces are at risk of becoming rusty.

Please allow me to introduce myself, I am Ser Godfrey Ravenhowe.  And to my right..." Ser Godfrey gestured towards Ahmed. "... is my younger brother Ser Ahmed Ravenhowe.  We have the honor and privilege of being siblings to The Knight of Raven's Roost, Ser Hassan Ravenhowe." Ser Godfrey bowed his head to Ser Hassan. "Might I have the honor of knowing your name your lordship?"
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Mardax listened as Ashara returned his compliment, smiling at her sweetly.  She was quite lovely, and rumor had it that she was devoted to her family.  He would have to keep his eyes on her, not that it was hard to do.

Looking at the knight as he spoke about their duty, he listened intently and nodded.  "Indeed, we must do what we can.  We suffer as well from time to time, being so close to The Reach.  But my family has been protecting the Pass since the days of Nymeria."

As the knight appoligized and spoke of his manners, Mardax bowed his head lightly.  "It is alright.  I was letting you finish your tale.  It is rude to intterupt.  I am Mardax Kaldor.  Pleasure to meet you.  Lord Perros is lucky to have such fine knights in his service.  Pleasure to meet you all."

Looking back at Ashara he smiled again. "My lady, might there be a place where I could wash the dirt of the road from me?  Less you believe I may be too pretty, and wish me to remain as I am." The last part was a slight joke, though if she asked, he would remain as he was for the time being.  Eventually he would change.

"Godfrey," he said shaking his head with a chuckle. "I fear you must study our family tree more, how could you forget our cousin?" he asked curiously. "I apologize Mardax, it's been many years since we've visited the halls of House Kaldor, I believe I was still a squire since I've set foot there." Ser Hassan stepped foreward and grasped the man's hand with a firm shake.

"Our Mother Lady Rowena was not feeling up for the journey having decided to remain at home, she sends her regards, and hopes all of you are doing well, we have been planning to return to House Kaldor so that she may visit her family, but unfortunately our duties have prevented such possibilities, I beg your forgiveness in such a matter."

"I'm glad I can make you feel welcome, Ser. I shall do whatever I can to make your visit as bright as possible.
Doing your knightly duty bravely is surely worthy of a lady’s congratulations.  And I am happy to hear the Warrior favored your arm and that none of your men were hurt. I have no doubt that the villains were no match for such a fine group of knights as yourself and your Raven’s Claws” Ashara said cheerfully
Ashara blushed; she'd only meant to tease Ser Godfrey, not upset him. "Please forgive me, Ser Godfrey, I know you are only dangerous to those who threaten the land. Have no concerns about your appearance; your scar merely makes you seem daring." She would have teased that she’d heard he could be quite a danger to the hearts of ladies wishing to marry him, but that wouldn’t have been appropriate in front of her father and guests.
She giggled at Mardax’s joke. “No, I am quite in favor of you looking as good as you can, my lord. If my lord father has nothing more to say to you, I would be happy to have one of the servants direct you towards the baths.”

Mardax nodded lightly to Ser Hassan as he spoke about it being a long time.  He had not seen his aunt in many years, and he wasn't completely familiar with all his cousins.  "Think nothing of it.  When one sister marry here, and a son over there, it can get confusing sometimes who is who.  He did no offense.  Re introductions are always welcome.. gives a chance at another first impression."  He smiled lightly at them as Hassan continued to speak about his mother.

"Indeed, my father also wished to be here.  However, times as they are it was not an option, so I came in his stead.  The benefits of being second born, you are given more freedom to roam.  I have been to many places my older brother has not.  Perhaps when things settle down, I might visit Ravenhowe?  I have not seen my Aunt Rowena for many years."

At Ashara, he smiled lightly.  Going closer, he spoke to her, hoping her father wouldn't hear with all the commotion and such.  He took her hand in his lightly.  "I was hoping you would show me around, but I understand if that is not... proper."  He kissed the top of it gently, before turning his attention to her father.  "With your leave my lord?"

Ser Hassan caught Lord Perros' eye before speaking up, "Now, Now Mardax, I'm sure the maid is more than capable of showing you to your bath, surly you can take a horse bath and quickly catch up with us before the fesitivities," though referring to it as a "Horse bath" may have sounded insulting it was simply slang to refer to a quick bath which covered the "necessities". Something men in military service often did when resources were limited.

"Besides it has been quite some time since Aislin and her niece have been able to speak, I'm sure the two would love to catch up," he stretched his legs before looking at his wife to step into the conversation.

Jadis comes out into the courtyard, hair still slightly damp. Her leathers are gone, replaced with a modest dress of gray silk. She tugs at her scarf, carefully making sure its in place. Taking her place behind Ashara, she leans forward and quietly whispers "Sorry!"

Ashara blushed and returned Mardax's smile when Mardax kissed her hand, surprised. Handsome and charming. "I'm afraid it wouldn't be polite of me to simply walk away from my guests" she explained. "But if you'd like, I would be delighted to show you around Kolwyn Hold later."
She turned towards Jadis when her sister enters, and smiled brightly at her. "This is my cousin, lady Jadis. Jadis, this is Mardax Kaldor." she introduced Jadis to Mardax.

Jadis gives Mardox a polite curtsey, a welcoming smile crossing her face. "A pleasure to meet you, Lord Kaldor. Please allow me to extend my own welcome, in addition to my cousin's and the rest of our family. I hope your stay in our household will be comfortable and joyous." Her speech is a bit stilted in the manner of someone who knows the proper words, but has little experience with truly using the proprieties.

The fact was that even before Hassan spoke up, the name "Mardax Kaldor" rang a bell in Godfrey's mind.  Of course the fact that Godfrey had last seen his cousin when Godfrey was 8 and Mardax was 5 and 20 years had gone by since then might go a long way to explaining why Godfrey did not immediately recognize his cousin.

With a casual shrug of his shoulders, Godfrey accepted the well meant "chastisement" as he said in a resigned tone, "What can I say brother... our cousin was all of 5 years old when I last laid eyes upon him.  Needless to say young Mardax has grown up quite a bit during the intervening score of years."

Godfrey glanced over at Mardax and smiled sheepishly as he said in a polite tone, "I assure you cousin that I meant no offense in failing to recognize you.  No doubt we both look a good deal different from when we last met... well taller at least, no?"

When Ashara spoke up again, Godfrey realized he had allowed his feelings regarding his scar (and the deeper meaning behind it that it held for him) to show all too readily.  With a slightly chagrinned expression, Ser Godfrey replied in a contrite tone, "There is nothing to forgive my lady Ashara, you were merely speaking your mind and I would be the worse kind of hypocrite to take offense at someone doing that considering how guilty I often am at being all too free in speaking my own.

Though I am pleased to know that you do not regard me as a danger to yourself or your loved ones, for I should never wish to be that my lady."

When Mardax spoke about the "benefits" of being the 2nd born, Ser Godfrey allowed himself a small, sly smile as he said in an agreeable tone, "Isn't that the truth cousin... freedom... and oddly enough all the "responsibility" that comes with it.

As for visiting Raven's Roost, as kin you would be most welcomed.  I am sure Mother would be pleased to see you Mardax.

And speaking of kin..."  Godfrey turned towards the Raven's Claws who were keeping their polite distance and he motioned for one of them to come forward and join them.  "...perhaps you recognize another cousin of yours closer to home?

Ser Armand Kaldor, the younger son of your uncle, he came out to Raven's Roost shortly after we drove those limp-wristed Targaryen wenches... ooh, there go my manners again... "gentlemen from the north" out of our beloved Dorne and he's been a valued member of the Raven's Claws ever since.  I believe he is about a year or two younger than you if I remember correctly."

Ser Godfrey looked over at Lord & Lady Kolwyn as he added, "I apologize for my language my lord, my lady... I'm afraid that even with an upcoming Royal Wedding planned between House Martell and House Targaryen, it will be some time before I can think fondly of the "Dragons" and their northern lapdogs.

I'm afraid we Ravenhowe, like many good Dornish families, have lost too much to so readily let bygones be bygones and bury the hatchet so easily.  No doubt peaceful coexistence with the northerners is going to take some time and effort to get used to."


OOC: Note: The Seat of House Ravenhowe is "Raven's Roost"

Ashara was pleased that Jadis had remembered her courtesies. She whispered back "Don't worry about it. And well done with the greeting."

She nodded, relieved, when Ser Godfrey said there was nothing to forgive. "I would never regard you as a danger, Ser Godfrey. You are a friend and an ally to my family, and I am very grateful" she said sincerely.

She curtsied to Ser Armond. "Ser Armond, a pleasure to see you once again."
She flinched slightly at Ser Godfrey's language but nodded in agreement. "I quite understand, Ser Godfrey. The invasion was a hard time... it's not easy to forget and forgive. But perhaps the Mother's mercy will help us to see a kinder age. I've heard the King of the northern kingdoms is as pious as any man alive." She still remembered when the Six Kingdoms had invaded. Dorne had warred with the northern kingdoms all the time in the histories, she'd never expected it to fall. It had only been for a year, but she could remember at the time the worry that Dorne had lost and might never be free; that their old enemies in the Reach might trample over them for the rest of history. A hard time indeed.

"Perhaps now that the war is over you'll capture the heart of some pretty silver-haired princess. After all, you seem not to have met any girls in Dorne good enough for you to marry..." she teased Ser Godfrey.

Listening intensely at the wonderful conversation between family and friends Lord Perros walks up to each offering his hand in greeting. Not interrupting just simple finishing his greeting and smiling offend at the exchange of words between each.

Lady Tansa does the same in polite fashion following her husbands lead.

"Well now that we have that out of the way lets get inside and clean up for tonight's feast, ... gentlemen and ladies" as Lord Perros leads the way back inside.

Once inside Lord Perros excuses himself as he has some important business to finish for tonight activities. Then polity let his wife take over.

Lady Tansa gladly takes over in guiding and instructing the servants to make sure they assist all the guests in making them comfortable.

Each guest having their own separate quarters, some rooms looking as if they were given up by another who may have been using them, most likely some rooms belonging to heads of the servants within the household.

The soldiers and knights that have travel with, are given room with the house guards and some of the others bunk within the house soldier barracks.

The bath chamber is large enough to hold many at the same time, a common practice throughout Westeros. Thou many Dorne do not enjoy the common bath unless shared with someone of interest but its tolerated never the less.

OOC: Players may post freely until night fall, once each are done with their interaction with one another just post at the end "OOC: TIME PASSES" this will tell me to continue with the feast.
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Makarios exits the bath-house, wearing fresh clothes. He heads to his temporary quarters, having given up his rather large quarters to house a number of Ravenclaw knights, and dumps his dirty laundry. He makes sure his ringmail is cleaned and his gear is ready to head off for the hunt later on that evening.

He then makes his way to the stables to ensure his Roundsey has been stabled properly and finds Reginald had done what he was told and completed his chores. The boy was nowhere to be seen, however, suggesting he was getting up to some mischief somewhere else.

After he is finished he does a quick sweep of the grounds to see if anything needs tidying away before heading to the main hall for the feast.

OOC: Unless anyone particularly wants to engage Makarios in conversation, Time Passes.

Mardax looked on over at Jadis, bowing lightly.  No where near as refined or dignified as Ashara, and a bastard to boot.  There was no gain there, however, as Ashara made the introductions, he would go with it.

"Pleasure to meet you, Jadis.  I thank you for your warm welcome.  Sorry to cut this short, but I was just about to go wash up.. something you had just finished by the looks of your hair."  He stated plainly, smiling, before bowing to Ashara.  "I look forward to that tour, My lady."

As he turned to leave, they started to talk about the invasion.  Mardax mouth went straight, and he looked over at the people talking, before turning back his attention to the servant sending him to his quarters.

He washed up, using some of the oils he had brought with him.  When he finsihed, he smiled and told Bridal to wash as well, he was being invited to dinner.

When they were both done, and wearing what was some fine clothes for the both of them, though Brindal's was more.. practical, they went down stairs.

---OOC: Time Passes!

Ashara curtsied to Mardax. "Thank you, my lord, I look forward to seeing you looking your best" she said, smiling.

She whispered to Jadis "Nicely done, you didn't miss greeting our guests after all, and you were as polite as can be."
"You could have dressed up more than that dull grey dress that you seem to love so much, though. After all, there are some pretty handsome knights and nobles about" she said with a giggle.
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"Jadis I was half expecting to see you as armored as Fatimah," he said gesturing back to his eldest daughter who was now seeing to her horse being stabled, she approached them. Her body language though feminine spoke of the discipline of a soldier. Removing her head dress her hair was done up in a tight bun which she then removed allowing her long hair to cascade past her shoulders. Walking up to her he nodded after thinking a moment, "Jadis how well do you handle a blade?" he asked curiously, looking at his daughter she gave a small shrug.

"Lady Fatimah, hello! It's good to see you again, cousin" Ashara said in greeting. She curtsied to Fatimah.
She gave her uncle a warning look as he asked Jadis how well she handled a blade "Uncle..." she said reproachfully. She loved her uncle dearly, but she was not about to let him try to make Jadis into some sort of imitation knight.

Jadis smiles at Ashara and says, teasingly "What? I have to wear something modest. Otherwise, I might blind everyone with my sheer glory. And thats your job." As Hassan approached, she dropped into a curtsey once more. "Lord Ravenhowe, I probably would have but Ashara likely would've dumped me into the scorpion pit."

She hesitates for a moment, then whispers to Ashara "We do have a scorpion pit, right?" Turning back, she shrugs at his question "Pointy end goes in the enemy is about the sum of my knowledge, my Lord. I much prefer the bow."

Ashara smiled when her sister complimented her. "You certainly would, sister. You are plenty pretty, if you would only dress up and maybe grow your hair out, those knights would be fighting with each other over who got to ask to marry you first."

"I would not! The armor would protect you from scorpions. Plus, I don't think we have a scorpion pit. I'd probably just make you listen to extra sermons from the Septon; after a while you'd probably beg me to push you into a scorpion pit" she joked.

She nodded "We go hunting together sometimes. I'm all right with a bow, but hopeless with a knife."

"I've always preferred my trident my self," he said as he patted the weapon that was slotted by his waist. "Do you know why a trident is so dangerous?" he asked the young woman curiously. "The weapon almost lies about where it truly is, the prongs for a piercing weapon give it a broad surface, which requires an opponent to use greater effort to dodge, many would be enemies focus on the center fork, it is not an elegant or subtle weapon, they are often barbed to inflict greater wound upon removal." Hassan did not speak out of blood lust, or enjoyment, but out of sheer intrigue for the design of weapons. "But I could always use another archer Jadis, keep that in mind if you ever wish for a bit more excitement." It was then that Hassan stared sternly at his niece, "Now that is no way to speak of the septon or his sermons, young lady. He speaks to us on behalf of the seven and he and his sermons are to be respected."

Fatimah nodded to the two young women, she did not curtsy as she was in full armor and found such motions to be... silly. She listened to the conversation and smirked, "Glory I was unaware there was any to be had in this place," she said with a thick layer of sarcasm. "Fatmiah, that is no way to speak to your cousins," Hassan interjected quickly. Rolling her eyes she stalked off to go and aid the others with their tasks. "I apologize for her crudeness, Fatimah's ego has been growing since she's begun riding with us," he said to the two girls. "She recently killed her first man in single combat and now she thinks not even the 7 kingdoms combined can stop her," shaking his head he watched Fatimah walk away. "Remember Ladies, Overconfidence is the most dangerous form of carelessness."

Jadis stares at Hassan, then chokes back a bit of laughter "This.. is the first time that Ashara has been the one chided for mocking the Septon." She gives her sister a quizzical "Are you trying to steal my thunder, sis?" She shakes her head, amused, before continuing "I might take you up on that, My Lord. I've been looking for another adventure. Its been a few months since I've done much exciting and I was about to go looking for pirate gold again just for entertainment." She coughs and gives Ashara an apologetic look. "Of course, this time I'd make sure to inspect the boat's bottom for holes." Jadis chuckled, then watched Fatima leave a little sadly. "A shame, perhaps, that killing has become such a defining point in her life."

OOC: And time rolls on

Ashara listened intently to her uncle talk about the trident. She knew a bit about weapons, but was interested to learn more about the way her uncle fought.
"Uncle, my sister is a noble lady, even is she has trouble acting like one. She is not a hedge knight to be recruited" she said, then sighed when Jadis seemed to want to go along with it. "Oh, sis, you are a handful."
"B-but, I didn't- I, I only meant to joke about my sister's dislike of long sermons!" Ashara explained, flustered, when her uncle chided her. She blushed brightly. She herself was very pious, and had never meant to insult the septon. "I, I would never question the merits of our septon or the Seven. I'm very sorry, uncle, I'll never do it again" she said meekly, lowering her eyes. She smiled ruefully at Jadis when her sister pointed out that this was the first time she'd ever been chided for speaking ill of the Septon "You have me there, sis."
Ashara looked confused at Fatimahs' words; she'd tried to always be polite and friendly to Fatima, and she had no reason why Fatimah would be rude to her. "Well, if she's growing overconfident, watch out for her carefully. I shall pray to the mother for her safety."
Once Fatimah had left, she said to Ser Hassan "Uncle, when are you going to stop letting your daughter wear armor and play with swords? She'll be old enough to be married soon, and you are going to have a hard time finding her a husband if you don't curb this wildness of hers."
She laughed when Jadis mentioned the search for pirate gold. "I didn't mind going on that little adventure with you, but you could have just said we were going swimming to begin with and saved us some time."

Ser Godfrey raised an eyebrow as he smiled and said, "Quite the contrary I assure you my dear Lady Ashara, it is not I who will not have the fine Dornish beauties but rather they who will not have me.  For some reason the ladies do not seem to regard me as "marriage material"... I do not know why or what I might have done to convince them of that.

As for "silver-haired princesses"... The Seven forbid!  If the Targaryens are as persistent in their nagging as they are in their futile desires to conquer Dorne, I should become a pitiful hen-pecked husband aging well before his time if I were to marry one.

Besides my lady, you know only Dornish ladies possess the fire of passion and the zest for living that would suit me, those "northern girls" are all just too... chilly for my tastes."  Ser Godfrey feigned a shiver to make his point about the "frigid" girls north of Dorne.  Of course some of the bitterness that seeped into Ser Godfrey's voice likely stemmed from what still felt like the fresh loss of his Father, the late Ser Rashid Ravenhowe, who had perished seven years ago during the major push to drive the Targaryens out of Dorne.


Ser Godfrey said in a mock serious tone, "Beware of praising your marksmanship too much my lady... if you're not careful, my brother will attempt to recruit you into the ranks of House Ravenhowe as well!"  Ser Godfrey gave Ashara a small wink to show he spoke purely in harmless jest.


Ser Godfrey sighed as he glanced back at his courser Fortis and the Ball & Chain that showed prominently from the saddle as he said in a casual tone, "Well that's my brother for you, always thinking tactically even down to his choice of preferred weapon.

As for me... I guess I just like to smash things... a good, solid ball & chain, "blunt & brutal" just like me.  There's something satisfying about getting a good solid hit on one's opponent.  It may not be fancy and it may not be elegant, but it can sure be effective in the right hands.

But I suppose the same can be said for any weapon if wielded by an expert."  Ser Godfrey leaned closer to Ser Hassan as he added, "Though perhaps a discussion of the lethal effectiveness of a knight's weapons is perhaps not considered a "proper" conversational topic for genteel ladies?

Remember brother, not every noble daughter is as feisty and martially inclined as my dear niece Lady Fatimah."


Ser Godfrey watched Fatimah depart and sighed slightly as he said, "A knight's, or for that matter any warrior's, First Kill is always a life changing event.  Until that point one has only been trained to fight and to potentially take life, but after that first kill one knows for certain that one can wield the power of life or death over another.

It is a heady feeling but one that should be tempered by the realization that, just like one's fallen opponent, one too is merely mortal and some day another with more skill or more luck may wield a similar power of life or death over one's self.

Overconfidence is often a frequent risky development following a knight's First Kill... and we can only hope that time and experience will teach my niece that no knight is immune to the dangers of overestimating one's abilities or underestimating one's opponent.  I just pray to the Warrior that Lady Fatimah will learn that lesson soon and survive the teaching of it unscathed."


Ser Godfrey glanced from his brother Ser Hassan to the departing Lady Fatimah and then back to Lady Ashara as he gently shook his head and said softly, "There is nothing wrong in a lady knowing how to defend herself, one never knows when she may need to put such skills into use.

While it is not my place to chide you my Lady Ashara, and I would not try to do so, I would ask that you be careful not to let Lady Fatimah overhear such remarks, her reaction could be... un-ladylike.

An odd, far away look came into Ser Godfrey's eyes as he spoke of a lady knowing how to defend herself and it intensified as he spoke the name "Fatimah".  While it had been 17 years since his sister, Fatimah (in honor of whose memory Hassan had named his firstborn daughter), had been killed during a bandit raid upon her peaceful riding party during a day trip away from Raven's Roost, Ser Godfrey still felt the pain of her loss.  They had been barely 2 years apart, the gentle Fatimah had been older but Godfrey had often played the roll of the defender & protector of his older sister despite the age difference, and they had been close growing up, perhaps closer than to their other siblings.  As such, her loss had hit Godfrey the hardest and many suspected his vehement pursuit of any bandit was fueled by a desire to avenge his sister's death upon such lawless ilk (as much as it is also his duty as a Knight of House Ravenhowe).


Ser Godfrey's earlier darker mood as memories of his lost sister flooded his mind was agreeably lightened by the playful banter between Ashara and Jadis and he allowed himself a genuine mirthful chuckle at Ashara's remarks.

“No lady who will marry a handsome, daring knight like you? Perhaps you should seek out a northern lady after all, the women of Dorne must not have any sense.
Though I am pleased your tastes still favor us Dornish girls. We must be doing something right” Ashara said with a mischievous smile.
“It’s true, if the dragon princesses are anything like their kings they would be imperious and given to grandiose plans they haven’t thought through. Besides, I hear they are all promised to the king.” She made a face in disgust. “Such practices from those who would style themselves our rulers."
Ashara giggled at Ser Godfrey’s joke. “I’d distract your men too much, I think, for recruiting me to be worth it. On the other hand, if Jadis were to sign up I might have to as well. My sister gets in quite a lot of trouble even with me to keep an eye on her, I can’t even imagine the trouble she’d get into without me.”
“Please look out for lady Fatimah, Ser Godfrey. Between you and my uncle I’m sure you can keep her safe” she asked. With both her uncle and Ser Godrey explaining how risky it could be to be overconfident, she was now nervous for Fatimah’s safety.
“I know there is nothing wrong with a woman defending herself, I am a lady of Dorne, not a wilting flower of the Six Kingdoms” Ashara said proudly. “But there is a world of difference between knowing how to defend yourself and riding around in armor seeking battles.”
“Lady Fatima is family, Ser Godfrey, I would never be rude to her. And what I say here I only say because I hope it will help her” she said sincerely. “And please, if I do wrong don’t fear to admonish me. I’ll never learn otherwise.”

"Silver haired princesses... I still remember when silver hair was a target on the field of battle," he said in a slightly more grim tone. "I don't think I could find it more unattractive, but perhaps I am biased." Ser Hassan waited for Ashara to finish and nodded to Ser Godfrey before speaking. "Well young lady, as much as my daughter may disappoint your notions of what a proper lady is, she is my heir and one day she will lead House Ravenhowe and by the seven I'll ensure she's prepared to take on such a task." Hassan looked at Jadis and then back at his niece, "Man, Woman and child, all are equal in the eyes of the god's Ashara, One can never see where their value lies, or what their life is worth, for this is not something we can comprehend through the eyes of man, we must look at our lives through the eye's of the seven." Hassan watched as Fatimah walked off to tend to her self, "Though you may see your cousin as misguided, or unladylike, your words may be true, but she is on the path the Seven had set out for her, and these are he trial's to face." Smiling at Ashara he set a hand on her shoulder, "Never stop looking at your self through the eye's of the Seven, let their wisdom guide you my dear."

"I don't know about that, I'd find a Tyrell less attractive. Though I do love roses" Ashara said when Ser Hassan commented he didn't know if he could find silver hair less attractive.

"A lady can be a fine leader of her House without trying to be an imitation man. Don't be so quick to underrate ladies, uncle. Besides, she'll have a husband to fight for her in battle" Ashara objected. "Equal, yes, but different. The Mother, not the Warrior, is the strength of women. It is mercy that we ought to cultivate, and it worries me that killing has become so important to her" she explained, but then shook her head. "I'm sure your daughter will be a fine Lady of House Ravenhowe, uncle. I just want her to be able to marry as well as she can and be happy." She looked up at her uncle apologetically. "But I don't doubt you have prayed to the Father for the judgement to know better than I about these things. Please, forgive me."

"Always, my dear uncle" she said, smiling up at Ser Hassan when he told her to look at herself through the eyes of the Seven. "How have things been for House Ravenhowe? It sounds like there has been a bit of trouble with bandits"
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In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 70):

"And that is where we differ on opinion Ashara, you believe she needs a husband to fight her battles for her," he gestured toward Fatimah. "The seven are not mutually exclusive to gender, The father, the mother, the warrior, the maiden, the smith, the crone, the stranger, all of these aspects must be prayed to, and Fatimah show's no favoritism. Her fiery heart will be tempered with time, I was the same way." Looking back to Ashara he posed a question, "You seem awfully worried about my daughter ability, or inability to marry based on her notions of masculinity, when you yourself in all your perceived standard of what a lady should or should not be have not married your self," stretching his arms out briefly he looked on. "But it seems if we continue our conversation we will be tardy for our feast, Aislin and I are going to retired to the baths before joining the rest of you in the feast hall. Have a good day Lady Ashara and I will see you later." Taking his lady wife by the hand the two of them departed toward their room and eventually the bath house while the rest of their knights set about their duties.

((Lets move this story forward!))
This message was last edited by the player at 17:35, Sat 08 Mar 2014.

Dealing with the details of the many new guests, most far below the notice of the lords and ladies gathered for the more formal side of the event Maester Archibald has no shortage of things to do.  The broad strokes have of course been in place for days if not weeks but with so many variables and so many people in each entourage there are still many things that need to be addressed in the moment.

While there are many capable individuals already involved in the process most of them are accustom to the coordinating supervision of one of the nobles, all of whom are busy with each other.  Into that void Maester Archibald has been before, and will be again, seamlessly coordinating many disparate aspects of the event without so much as a flustered moment or a word spoken out of place.

With everything in line and progressing at the correct pace he frees himself up for a moment to slip quietly into a lull in the conversation to address the Lady Ashara Kolwyn quietly.

"I understand, uncle. I'll keep that in mind" Ashra said pleasantly at the first part of her uncle's statement.
But she gave a stunned gasp at his question. "Uncle!" Ashara gasped, hurt. She'd never been insulted by her uncle before, they were normally very close. "You know perfectly well it's my father who would arrange such things."
But she was too polite to storm off or show her hurt on her face or in her tone. "I didn't mean to delay you. Farewell, Ser Hassan, I hope I shall see you again at the feast" she said formally. "And, please, Aunt Asilin, I would love to talk to you later. We must catch up." she added friendlily, and smiled after her aunt.

"Thank you, Maester Archibald. I truly appreciate your efforts to make the feast go well" Ashara replied gratefully.

OOC: And time rolls on

Ser Godfrey smiled back as he said, "In my experience Dornish ladies do many things right.  Must be something in our native hot Dornish climate... a warm environment promotes a warm heart, and a warm heart knows how to heat the blood as well as the passion.

And I would not have it any other way."


Ser Godfrey bowed his head as he said, "Of course Lady Ashara, I always do my best to protect the ones I love.  The trick will be if she will allow me to look out for her."



Ser Godfrey smiled broadly as he said in a friendly tone, "Brother, Lady Ashara... it matters little what color a lady's hair is or even if they come with rosy thrones like the Tyrells... what matters is the heart that beats within her breast and the brain that plots behind her eyes.

Show me a Targaryen or a Tyrell lady who can come close to comparing with a Dornish beauty, brave of heart and sharp of mind... and I'll be interested.  But I'll also suspect that some Dornish rogue managed to slip between the sheets of the bed of that lady's mother before she was born to give the lady a proper dose of Dornish fire in the blood."

As his brother began to "sermonize" with Lady Ashara, Ser Godfrey sighed slightly and tried to show Ashara a sympathetic face knowing what it was like to be the recipient of such a "sermon".  Ser Godfrey was a devout worshipper of The Seven and he considered himself reasonably religious for a knight, but at times his elder brother too his devotion to The Seven to truly new (and sometimes intimidating) heights.  That said, brother or not, Ser Hassan was the Knight of Raven's Roost and thus Ser Godfrey's "lord" and it was not Godfrey's place to challenge his brother's authority in public (not without a damn good reason).

As Ser Hassan and Lady Aislin took their leave, Ser Godfrey bowed his head to both as he said, "See you both at the feast, brother, sister-in-law.  I will see to a few things here before following you inside."

Ser Godfrey could see the hurt (or at least sense it) within Ashara and, after his bother had gone inside, Ser Godfrey turned to Ashara and said in a commiserating tone, "My lady... please do not take what Ser Hassan has said too much to heart.  He has his reasons for raising Fatimah the way he has... reasons that I understand all too well and perhaps even agree with for I still feel the pain of the loss of her namesake, my late sister.

As to your own marriage prospects, I have no doubt whatsoever that you shall be betrothed in no time at all to a truly worthy man.  Of course it is your father who will make those arrangements and no doubt Lord Kolwyn has been very choosy because he knows that any man who earns the right to your hand is a very lucky man indeed.

Please do not let my brother's words, spoken in haste and with the stresses of travel still in play, overshadow your joy during the Feast.

Now if you will please excuse me My Lady, I need to see to my knights before making myself presentable for the Feast."

So saying, Ser Godfrey turned to his squire (and natural son) Oliver Sand and instructed the boy to see to Godfrey's horse as well as Oliver's own horse.  Godfrey checked that his younger brother Ser Ahmed, his cousin Ser Armand, and the other Raven's Claws were getting their affairs in order and their animals and gear squared away.  Aside from Ser Ahmed and Ser Armand (in honor of the guest Mardox Kaldor), the rest of the Raven's Claws would remain with the other knights and men-at-arms along with their squires (including Oliver and the squires of Ser Ahmed and Ser Armand).

Once his men and their mounts had been seen to and everything was being taken care of to his satisfaction, Ser Godfrey went inside to his room in an effort to make himself more presentable for the upcoming Feast.

OOC: And time rolls on...

“My, it seems we Dornish women have much to be proud of if we have so impressed so fine a knight as yourself. And we do have a fire that the wilting flowers of the north might not have. I am sure you will find a passionate, warm-hearted Dornish woman to be your wife.” She giggled when Ser Godfrey said he would be interested in a Tyrell if she were like a Dornish girl. “A Tyrell, oh heavens! All Dorne would be stunned!” Ashara blushed when Godfrey implied that he’d suspect a northern girl with the right traits of having Dornish blood. “That’s quite a way to put it”

When Ser Godfrey reassured her, she listened quietly. Then she nodded and said softly “Thank you very much, you are too kind. I don’t think uncle meant that… at least, I hope he didn’t. It’s just we are normally so close... I hope I haven’t done something to ruin that.” At twenty, Ashara was a bit old to be unmarried and she was sensitive about it.
She gave Ser Godfrey a grateful kiss on the cheek for reassuring her. “I hope you enjoy the feast, Ser Godfrey. I shall see you soon”

The morning passes quickly after the pleasent exchange of greetings and chatting up the families have broken down to clean up and ready for the feast. The castle grounds have been prepare and The Lord has extended all the formalities in Dorneish style.

The heads with station and those well regarded have been given their own rooms, some share by choose. The serventa are hard at work and have tended to everyone's needs. The Lord as decided to also have food and drink brought to the visiting knights and soldiers.

Once the sun sets music can be heard from the main dinning chamber. Dorneish minstrels are playing lively and the guests enter to food upon food across the tables. The seating is done with respect to the families House Kaldor sits to the right and House Ravenhowe sits to the left simple hold station true to customs.

If man power and numbers would every judge placement on the table House Ravenhowe would surly win with many in the order in high regard to Lord Kolwyn.

Traditionally the Hosting house will enter last showing that they trust their guest and the same is true for the guest. Being fashional late is not aceptable, in fact it's a clear way to say your not happy with the host or maybe an action committed by his family. If so the host most likely will challenge this late entry with remarks and maybe a private audience.

Wine and mead is on the plenty and even of few of the house sevents have been flirting extra with hints of advancements for those single and willing.

The House Kolwyn awaits theirs guest, ......

Ser Hassan had ensured that him and his knights would be on time to the minute, being Kolwyn's Banner House it would be disrespectful and dishonorable to be late to such an affair. This evening Hassan was dressed in dark robes of black and lavender. They appeared to be made out of silk, his head was wrapped lightly to keep warm from the cool desert nights. On his arm was his Lady Wife Aislin, sister to lord Kolwyn. She was dressed in the colors of her own house. Her own robes were a long floor length dress but lacked sleeves, her head was wrapped similar to his own, she had decorated her arms with bangles and bracelets of gold.

Walking to their appropriate table Ser Hassan pulled out the great padded chair for her before taking his seat next to her. The many other knights took their seats, they too were clad in their colors of black and purple, many of them laughing and smiling at the advances of the serving girls. Though Ser Hassan himself believed in Monogamy and not the flirtatious advances of such women were good for their souls so to speak he would not bar them for enjoying such earthly delights.

Ashara had fussed over her own appearance (and Jadis'.) She was determined everything would go well with the feast. She waited, apparently serene; only Jadis could tell that her sister was rather impatient.

Ser Godfrey and his Raven Claws knights had a knack for "last minute heroics" and had developed something of a reputation for showing up where they were most needed "just in the nick of time".  And it seemed that they conducted themselves socially in court much as they did ahorse in battle as they showed up to join Ser Hassan and the rest of the House Ravenhowe contingent just at the last moment (but very careful not to be late).  Ser Godfrey was in the lead of his men and his son Oliver was present but knowledgeable enough to be seen but not heard (at least for now).  Part of their last minute arrival was a deliberate show of carefree panache, but the kind of "easy going nature" that one had to practice to pull off perfectly (and practice was certainly something the Ravens Claws got plenty of either from daily drills or regular patrols).

Ser Godfrey was dressed similarly to his brother in the House Ravenhowe colors of Black & Purple (though Ser Godfrey favored a darker, redder shade of purple).  The Raven's Claws were similarly dressed in the Black & Purple livery of House Ravenhowe, though those knights originating from other Houses were allowed to wear a small heraldry crest of their original birth noble house alongside the House Ravenhowe heraldry (this applied to Ser Etienne Dayne, Sir Armand Kaldor, and Ser Reginald Fowler).  Those Raven Claws born into House Ravenhowe wore identical colors and heraldry to Ser Godfrey (this included Ser Ahmed Ravenhowe, Ser Lorant Ravenhowe, and Ser Lucas Ravehowe).  While the remaining knights did not have prior House heraldry, they did have personal heraldry (in the tradition of hedge knights distinguishing themselves & their deeds from others) but they often chose to just wear the colors & heraldry of House Ravenhowe now that they had found a "true home" at Raven's Roost among the Ravens Claws (this last group counted among its members Ser Balin Sand, Ser Conrade Sand, Ser Tristan of Prince's Pass, and Ser Hugues of the Boneway).

Ser Godfrey bowed politely to his older brother Ser Hassan, and the members of the Ravens Claws followed Ser Godfrey's example by doing the same.  As it was his right as the elder brother and Head of House Ravenhowe, Ser Godfrey waited for Ser Hassan, The Knight of Raven's Roost, to lead the way into the feasting hall with Ser Godfrey following his older brother while leading his knights of the Ravens Claws to their designated tables.  While Ser Hassan was lenient regarding his knights "fraternizing" with the serving girls, there was a noticeable distinction in character and nature between the knights directly under Ser Hassan and Ser Godfrey's knights of the Ravens Claws.  Just as Ser Godfrey was a bit more "wordily & carefree" compared to his pious, stoic elder brother Ser Hassan, so too were the Ravens Claws a bit freer with their merrymaking and merriment compared to the other knights of House Ravenhowe.  Of course no knight of the Ravens Claws would actually act in such a way as to bring shame or dishonor to House Ravenhowe or their commander Ser Godfrey, but they did seem to know how to relax a bit easier and allow themselves to enjoy life's pleasures more readily.

As was proper, Ser Godfrey and the Ravens Claws waited until Ser Hassan and Lady Aislin were seated before they took their own seats.  A few of the Ravens Claws were known to be more reserved and particularly focused on responsible behavior, Ser Ahmed (the youngest of the Ravenhowe brothers), Ser Etienne, and Ser Tristan, and they tended to act as a mollifying influence on the rest of the Ravens Claws (including Ser Godfrey).  Once House Ravenhowe was fully seated, Ser Godfrey watched with anticipation as he awaited the arrival of the rest of the guests and then their hosts.

Makarios enters early in the piece, seating himself on one of the low tables at the far end of the hall, reserved for the less important retainers to the three Houses, after bowing in respect in the general direction of the main tables. Here the segregated nature of the seating is a lot less strict. He watches closely as each person enters the hall, making a note of those who may have brought hidden arms into the hall without permission. While of course unarmed himself, he is not too shabby with a throwing dagger and could make do should a threat arise, however unlikely.

Makarios joins in with the jests of those around him and tries to be personable while still keeping an eye out for trouble.He is dressed in his usual hunting garb (he had had a new set sewn specifically for the feast) with an owl embroidered on the breast, as befits his station. Not a rich man, Makarios doesn't own any fine velvet doublets slashed with silk, but then again he always thought such clothing unpractical given the Dornish clime and sweat's tendency to spoil such vestments.

OOC: Awareness Test: Detect unpermitted weaponry, Hard (15)difficulty.
Failure.
18:13, Today: Makarios Lestat rolled 13 using 4d6 with rolls of 2,3,3,5. Awareness: Detect unpermitted weaponry.
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Mardax had spent much time getting himself together.  His suit, looking more like a  thawb made if silk, was a bluish green, as the rivers of his family's homeland.  The sleeves however were as tan as the sands outside.  These were his house colors as they were, and embroidered on the front was the symbol of his house, a dust devil.  His hair was done in a ponytail, similar to the Dothraki.  It wasn't nearly as long, nor was it braided.  It went to just below his shoulders.

He moved with grace to the hall filled already with other guests and servants.  Watching where the others were, he moved to what he was told earlier by a servant where he should be seated.  He also asked said servant if his chair would be close to Ashara, however the servant did not know.  Instead, Mardax ordered the servant to find desert flowers, and make sure they found their way to Lady Ashara's room.  A nice, pleasant surprise for her when the feast was over.  He gave the servant a silver stag.

Moving towards his seat, he nodded to the members of House Ravenhowe.  There were a good number of them in attendance, even if some were from his own household.  He was alone with Brindal, and seemed to wish he had brought someone else so he didn't feel so.. outnumbered.  His side of the table would be a sad sight indeed, not having the numbers or notable knights that Ravenhowe was able to bring to bear.  No matter, though.  He would make due, and it isn't like this was a warzone.  It was a feast.

Going to the far end of his table, he smiled.  "Good to see you again, Ser Hassan, Lady Aislin."  He took his seat across from them.  Looking around, he waited in silence.  After all, the hosts had not yet arrived, and to do anything else would be rude.  He seemed to ignore the servants that attempted to flirt with him, not even giving them second looks, half the time not even acknowledging their presence.  They soon left him be.
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Brindal was dressed in a tight knit silk shirt and breeches.  It was designed to allow him to move and fufill his function, while still being stylish and showing wealth.  It was the same bluish green color of Mardax on top, while his breeches were sand tan.

Moving in silence behind Mardax, he entered into the hall.  At first he was about to head over to where the other, lesser members were seated, but Mardax had told him he was to sit at the table.  If his presence offended the lord, he would be dismissed, but Lord Kolwyn said he would have a seat at the table, and as far as Mardax was concerned, that meant at his side.

Brindal however, did not speak.  He bowed his head to those of higher station, but otherwise would only speak if spoken too, and only then, in direct reply.  He was not there to chat, he was there to protect his lord.  When sat before Lord and Lady Ravenhowe, he bowed his head, waited for Maradax to sit, and then sat himself.  He felt naked without his armor and weapons.  But, he would use whatever he needed to defend his lord.  After all, one of these chair legs could make a decent spear, and there were plenty of knives.

Brindal sat in silence, and waited with his lord.

Jadis stands a bit behind Ashara as they wait on the guests. She'd allowed Ashara, after much badgering to put her hair up in an elaborate bun and wear a small amount of makeup. She wears her scarf and modest gray dress, with a simple silk sash of deep violet wrapped around her waist. Jadis whispers "Are you sure this is a good idea? I think Lord Kaldor has been giving me the stink eye."

Brutus, the Mountain-That-Thinks-It's-A-Dog, has already down by the great hearth, gnawing on an enormous bone and thoroughly ignoring the guests that have invaded what he considers to be his personal den.
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Ashara was wearing her hair in the same style as her sister, though she wore more makeup. She whispered back to Jadis "Sis, don't worry so much. Lord Kaldor seemed perfectly polite when he greeted you. Besides, we are family, where you go I go. And I don't want to sit at the low table, so we're sitting at the high table."

Smiling, Jadis laughed and shook her head. "As you wish, sister mine. The expressions on their faces will hopefully be hilarious." She looks over the guests and asks "So, which of them do you fancy?" She rolls her eyes "There'll be gossip for half a year over whom you choose to grace with your first dance."

Slipping in and out of the hall periodically as the setup for the formal meal nears it's conclusion Maester Archibald blends into the background activity by dint of frequency of appearance rather than any form of stealth.  Rarely in view for long at any given point in time he is often somewhere nearby and always busy coordinating activity with whispered instructions or even a simple gesture given in a timely manner to redirect some aspect of the organized chaos into a new pattern to take into account some development or another.

Pausing briefly to share one of those whispered moments with Mardax Kaldor Maester Archibald also slips the man a small somewhat shiny object.

"The expression on their faces won't be anything unpleasant. You look lovely" Ashara encouraged her sister.
Ashara blushed slightly but gave her sister a mischievous smile and looked over the guests when Jadis asked which one of their guests she fancied. She leaned in and whispered to her sister. "Well, with uncle's knights here I'm spoiled for choices. Lord Kaldor is charming. Ser Godfrey is nice, but he's rather older than me. And there's Ser Ahmed, or Ser Etienne Dayne. But tell me, who would you choose?" Ashara loved both gossip and dancing, especially when a handsome noble was
involved.

The tone of the music changes, the sound of mellow flute is being played. The tune is all familiar, "The Hollows Pass".

The Hollows Pass is sung to the sound of the four winds, that's so often seen and felt across the desert and plains of Dorne. The stories are plenty, but none as famous as this tune - as all are known to its words, from the smallest child to the warrior on the battle field.

The world is large,
The wind knows no bounds,
And glory and honor are we bound,
 ( the flute takes the lead)
The world is ours,
But in service are we bound
To the Seven,
Let faith show us courage,
 ( the flute takes the lead)
When the world is no more,
Let time show that the Dorneish people served,
With the integrity as did our ancestors,
Bless it be we are Dorne men and women,
And let it be the will of the Seven.
( the flute softly comes to an end)

Hail the House Kolwyn, Hail House Kaldor, Hail House Ravenhowe
(Members of their own house don't hail themselves)

The flutes play and the words are spoke as House Kolwyn enter the dinning chambers as they greet their family and friends.

Jadis tugged on her scarf as she thought, then a devilish smile crossed her face "I would dance with our own Master of the Hunt. The scandal would be hilarious." She snorts in amusement, before looking over the assembled nobility "If we cast aside the political considerations," And here she rolls her eyes in disgust "Of whom you dance with first.. I would choose Ser Godfrey. He may be older, but he has a good heart and a sense of humor. He takes joy in life. And he's smarter than he looks." A pause, then she deadpans "Which I admit is fairly easy, given how low the bar is set. Brutus is smarter than how Ser Godfrey looks."

She tips Ashara a devilish "Of course, we could always dance together for the first round. Give them something to really choke on their mead about."
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Ashara sighed. "Oh, sister, you do love causing trouble." She recognized Jadis' smile from just before countless schemes and pranks were launched.
She gave a slight nod when Jadis looked disgusted at having to deal with political considerations of who Ashara might dance with. The truth was Ashara sympathized; she wasn't thrilled at the idea that her marriage might be dictated by politics. Still, she knew it was her duty as a daughter of House Kolwyn to marry as her father instructed, so she didn't complain about such things openly.
"I'll consider your advice" she said warmly. It wasn't bad advice, Ser Godfrey was a fine knight and a good man. "Now, Jadis, that's not very kind to our guest" she said at Jadis' joke about Ser Godfrey's looks (while trying and failing to maintain a straight face.) She burst into giggles at her sister's next comment and blushed. "That would cause quite a stir."

Ashara hurriedly restored her serene appearance and demeanor before she entered the dining chambers after her father and brother. She seemed to glide into the room. She smiled cheerily at her guests, especially her aunt and uncle.

Mardax looks as Archibald comes over, and whispers something while handing him back a silver stag.  A smirk crossed his lips, at the words of the Maester, before simply leaning back to respond in kind.


He then went back to sitting up proper, as the mistrals started to play, and listened in silence as they played.  However, when the host family was starting to enter, he did the gentlemanly thing, and stood, waiting for the noble ladies to take their seat.  After all, it was the only proper thing to do.

Jadis follows in Ashara's wake, quietly echoing her greetings. As Kaldor stands, she raises an eyebrow and gives him a sardonic smile. She takes her seat at the high table, one place lower than sister's seat of honor.

Looking over the crowd, she spots the Maester and gives him a small wave to attract his attention.

Setting the silver stag quietly, and pointedly, onto the table as he steps away from Mardax Kaldor with a brief whisper Maester Archibald returns to the flow of movement in the final stages of preparation for the event. 

A few moments later when a lull in activity presents itself Maester Archibald makes himself available to the lady Jadis, answering her request for a private word.

Jadis gives the older man a smile, whispering to him.

Ashara favored Mardax with a warm smile before she took her seat.
Jadis' whispering could spell imminent trouble, but hopefully Maester Archibald would keep that from happening.
"I do love it when our houses are able to feast together like this. It's great to see everyone having a good time" she said.
"Maester Archibald, I hope everything is going well?" she asked.
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When the music began to play signifying that the Kolwyn family was entering the dining hall, Ser Godfrey rose from his chair as did his fellow knights of the Ravens Claws.  Ser Godfrey might give the impression at times of playing fast & loose with formalities, however as a Ravenhowe, Ser Godfrey was ever mindful of his chivalric duties as an anointed knight and minding his manners was certainly one of those duties.

When the Kolwyn family was seated, Ser Godfrey and his knights took their seats again.  Ser Godfrey turned towards his sister-in-law, Lady Aislin, and said in a polite and friendly tone, "You are looking quite lovely this evening sister, my brother is clearly a fortunate man.  I see that the warm hospitality of your birth family, House Kolywn, lives up to high expectations as usual.  I am looking forward to a good Harvest Banquet.

Do you know, Lady Aislin, whether the arrival of Master Mardax of House Kaldor as a guest of Lord Kolwyn signifies anything in particular or is it more of a pleasant social call?"

Returning Jadis's comment with a brief reply Maester Archibald straitens his back into a more proper posture before setting Lady Ashara's worries at ease with quick efficiency.
”All is quite well My Lady, everything is moving along exactly as foreseen.”

The festivities are underway and everyone is enjoying the food and drink. There is mostly talk among the houses about the banditry and up coming wedding at Kings Landing. Nothing solid or important enough to really mean much other then what everyone already knows.

After about 2 hours into the feast a house guard enters the dinning chambers and makes his way to the lord. The sight of his entry is noticed by lady Tansa and she makes her way by her husbands side.

The guard leans into Lord Perros and Lady Tansa listens in, Perros face looks disturbed once the guard is done speaking as his lady continues to smile at the guests.

Lord Perros kisses his wife on the forehead and whisper to her, she simply nods and walks her way back to enjoy the feast.

Lord Perros then hand signals his son Ronan who seems to have had a bit to much to drink, but the gesture from his father quickly sobers him up and he makes his way across the dinning room floor to the doors. Again in secret the lord speaks to another one of this house members. They both (Perros & Ronan) walk to Ser Hassan and Makarios "Gentlemen we seem to have some unwanted guests asking for shelter this night." "It seems that the 'Red Twins' Ariel & Isa have come to pay us a visit - unsolicited. And they are not alone its seems they have come with men."

Lord Perros then instructs Makarios and Hassan to bring 2 each to the main gate to greet them.
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Ser Hassan who had a few drinks to loosen himself up, was enjoying the company of his wife, the two after a few drinks appeared to be flirting as they did when they were much younger with the occasional exchange of kisses, much to the avail of his children present. When he was gestured toward his Liege Lord he nodded to him and bid farewell to his wife. Listening intently he nodded before waving over his Brother Ser Godfrey, relaying the information to him, he instructs him to grab the Captain of his personal guard and himself. Looking back to Lord Perros his queried, "I will be but a few minutes, I will grab my Armor in preparation of the worst." With that Hassan was quickly off to grab his armor and weapons.

In reply to Ser Hassan Ravenhowe (msg # 99):

"No Ser Hassan just your swords, I don't think them so foolish it start a fight." Lord Perros looks at Ronan "Hold your tongue boy, I'm not looking for a fight unless they came here for one, ... Is that understood?"

"Yes Father Understood" replies Ronan.
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Makarios nods and says nothing, and taps two of his better hunters on the shoulder. Luckily they had not been drinking much as they would be hunting early in the morning. The quickly but hastily stood and left the hall together.

"Ser Hassan, we will retrieve our bows and meet you at the gate in a few minutes. We will cover the visitors from the battlements."

He attempts to catch Jadis' eye as he leaves the hall. As he does he gives her a wink and a brief smile.

After he and his men had collected their bows they hurry to the gate.

Jadis smiles back at Makarios, then gives Ashara and the Maester a questioning look. "Okay, maybe I slept through a lesson on recent events. Who are Ariel and Isa and why are all these 'brave' knights acting like a virgin staring at their first cock? Also, that sounded much better in my head. She flicks a glance towards Brutus and the Dog of Unusual Size grunts, rises to his feet and shambles over to sit beside her.

Ashara nodded. "Thank you, Maester Archibald. You put my mind at ease" she said warmly
She enjoyed the feast and the chance to socialize with her family.
She couldn't help but notice her father's concern and was very curious... though she wouldn't have put her questions quite the way Jadis did. "Jadis! A highborn young lady does not talk that way, certainly not in front of guests" Ashara scolded her sister.
"Ariel and Isa are Red Priests from House Halen. They follow the false religion of the Red God R'hollor, and they don't like House Ravenhome. Their presence can only mean trouble..." she explained. She loved her uncle and was quite pious, and therefore she did not like House Halen. She smiled at Brutus when he came over to them. "Though I'm sure Brutus will protect us if there's any serious trouble. Won't you, boy?"
"And, sister, I think you need another lesson about our neighboring houses. I can help, if you like. But it won't do any good unless you stop sleeping through them" she added, exasperated.

Jadis shrugs and spreads her hands. "You have to admit, it was funny. Though I'll try to reign in my tongue.. at least for dinner." She absently scratched between Brutus' ears, much to the great dog's enjoyment.

The dog looks up at Ashara's praise and straightens almost seeming to stand at attention. Jadis rolls her eyes "I'm sure if theres trouble, Brutus can just sit on them. All of them. At the same time." She drops a bit of meat for Brutus, continuing "I'll try and stay awake next time, sister mine. Anyways... we have a bunch of crazed religious fanatics just showing up out of the blue, along with an armed retinue?" She sighs, shaking her head and then suddenly bursts into laughter "Maester Archibald, care to lay odds on our dear Lady Septa starting a religious war tonight?" She twitches her sash to the sound of coin clinking against coin.

Already headed in the direction of the growing formation of knights and the inevitable encounter at the gates Maester Archibald pauses to address Jadis's quarry under the rising din of the room.

Ser Godfrey raised an eyebrow at Lord Perros's admonishment and he inquired in a guarded tone, "Are you certain about that my lord?  If we're bringing swords with us anyways, is there any real harm in donning armor or carrying our shields?

Would it not be better to deal with them from or negotiate from a "position of strength"?  While I hope you are right my lord that they harbor no overtly hostile intentions or desires to do us bodily harm... dare we risk your lordship's safety on such an uncertain hope?"

Ser Godfrey spared a quick, concerned glance at his brother Ser Hassan and his Captain of the Guard, Ser Imam, before returning his focus to Lord Perros.

What do those "flaming" pricks want at a time like this?  How dare they spoil the Harvest Feast with their dour, heretical "the night is dark and full of terrors" nonsense!

Mardax looked on over and smiled, nodding his head as Ashara passed by and took her seat, waiting till the rest were sit, before sitting on down himself.  He left the coin on the table where the maester placed it.

The dinner was going rather fine.  Conversation was standard for such an affair, discussion about the war, about the marriage, about each other's lands.  Very little of real interest, truth be told, until a messanger walked in.  This seemed to catch Mardax attention, and he watched the lords face change from happy, to worried.

He watched as Lord Perros moved on over to his bannermen, and soon, the knights were starting to rise, heading to gather their armor, before their lord told them otherwise.  Mardax continued to watch, and then Ashara explained who they were.  Not a house he was familiar with, at least not off hand but gave it a quick thought.


His looked at Jadis a moment, shaking his head just slightly, before looking at Ashara.  He spoke to her for a moment, before looking at her father and company of men.

"My Lady.  I am curious, why do you have such problems?  Why the disagreement between them?  Even under a heathen religion, they shouldn't be that unreasonable, could they?"

In reply to Mardax Kaldor (msg # 107):

"You're the best, sis" Ashara said warmly when Jadis promised to behave (for the moment.)
"Well, the Septa is tough when confronted with wrongdoing-" As Jadis and Ashara could personally attest. "-but I don't think she's going to rush into battle." Ashara replied
"Exactly, Maester Archibald" she said.

"Oh, Lord Kaldor!" Ashara said, blushing; she hadn't realized he was listening and worried she'd spoken rather more bluntly that she should have. "Don't mind me. I shouldn't jump to conclusions" Ashara admitted. "There might be some innocent explanation to their presence. And I doubt they have come here to start a fight, it would be foolish to attack while the knights from Ravenhowe and Kaldor strengthen us. But the visit of two red priests to a feast they weren't invited to when they are already on bad terms with Ravenhowe and therefore us too... it worries me.
You see, House Halen accuses House Ravenhowe of being false knights, and even in league with bandits"

Mardax listened, smirking a bit as Ashara blushed, before she gave him more information. Interesting indeed.  His face grew serious for a moment.  "Do they have proof?  Could there be any truth to this?  Not to sully the name of your bannerman and family, nor mine, but those are serious allegations. At least that answers my question as to why not invite them to the feast."

Mardax looked at them a moment, before looking at Brindal.

Brindal watched in mostly silence, allowing himself a single drink, when things started to go downhill.  His face watched everyone else's as he tried to figure out what was happening.

Soon, it had become clear, and he tensed up some.  Watching the conversation with his lord, and seeing the Look, Brindal stood, and walked over to the assembled knights.

"I will accompany you.  If I might borrow a spear, if it is not too much trouble." He asked Lord Perros, bowing his head lightly, but making sure he was with the group to attend outside.  It was his lords wish, after all.

"Of course not! My uncle is a good and true knight, and Ser Godfrey and the rest of them as well. They dealt with a group of bandits just on their way here" Ashara explained. She did not want Mardax to have any doubts about the righteousness of House Ravenhowe.

Jadis leans back, sipping her wine. "This should be entertaining. Fingers pointing, voices raised, wild accusations.. Its always fun to meet new crazy people." She leans over to whisper to Ashara, giving her a mischievous wink.

In reply to Jadis Sand (msg # 102):

OOC: Ariel and Isa are known as the 'Red Twins' They are brother and sister, and worship the Fire God. Jadis does not know more then common gossip.
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In reply to Ser Godfrey Ravenhowe (msg # 106):

As Lord Perros exits the hall "They well know that today is our feast and I'm sure this is to provoke us. If we greet them in full arms it will just fuel the situation more. NO warrior will be without his sword but donning armor may provoke a fight, and with the recent events of the uniting of the north and south by marriage it will not help our future."

Lord Perros walks out, his squire bring him his sword a falchion style blade much like 'The Knight of the Sands'. He heads out to the main gates.
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In reply to Brindal (msg # 111):

Stopping a moment Lord Perros order his squire "Fetch me what he needs." and walks away.

Unknown to Brandal Lord Perros is normally short with him, but never rude. Brandal can't help think that the Lord doesn't like him much.
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"Well, we should be absolutely polite until they give us a very good reason not to be. Just because they are rude doesn't mean we have to be" Ashara said courteously, though she slightly betrayed her proper exterior by saying "No matter how fun it might be"
Ashara giggled and whispered back to Jadis

Brindal bowed his head again.  "Thank you my lord."  Waiting for the squire to return with the spear, he walks behind the retinue of knights and lord, not intending to fight unless he must.  He is not surprised that Lord Perros doesn't like him much, he is a lowborn.

Mardax watched Brindal leave, and then looked back at the ladies.  Smiling to Ashara he nodded lightly.  "Then, there is nothing to fear.  If there is no proof, it is just rumor and hearsay.  However, it is true that we should still be polite.  It is only the proper thing."

His smile turned to a smirk at Ashara's last comment and then he looked on over at the two of them.  Poor dear, Ashara must be explaining whats going on to her poor sister in terms she could understand.  He gave Jadis a slightly pitied look, before turning his attention back to Ashara.

"It is so good how kind you are to your sister, Ashara.  It does your character much credit."  He said, smiling.

Jadis glances across the table at Mardax, noticing the pitying look. One eyebrow raises sardonically and then, slowly, she crosses her eyes at him. The expression is more than a little strange. Turning back to Ashara and Archibald, she murmurs something.

She smiles for a moment, shaking her head, then continues whispering.  After a long moment of whispering, she gives Ashara an apologetic shrug and a smile.

Makarios and his hunters arrive at main gate with their bows just as Lord Kolwyn does, and take up position on the battlements.

Makarios has an arrow nocked but not drawn as he peers at the group on the outside of the gate, trying to estimate their strength.

OOC: Count number of people outside as well as what they are armed with if anything:

Rolled awareness 17, beats Difficulty Formidable (12) with 2 degrees of success or Difficulty Hard (15) with 1 degree of success.
Note: Not sure if it is dark or not but I have the Night Eyes quality which would cancel out any penalties.

Concluding his passing conversation with the sisters Archibald makes a few more brief stops to interact with members of the staff before heading out of the hall to observe the interactions at the gate personally.

Outside at the gate Maester Archibald is forced to forgo his inside voice as he approaches Lord Perros to offer some unsolicited advice.
”My lord, it may be wise to ensure they can see only sheathed swords and no other readied weapons, if they see no weapons they will suspect subterfuge but if offered even the excuse to be provoked the situation could escalate very unfortunately very quickly on what should otherwise be a pleasant occasion.”

"Of Course my lord," he said immediately to Perros, his squire, quickly brought him his boar spear and a shield with his coat of arms upon it. "Lead the way." The Knight of Ravenhowe followed closely behind Lord Perros, "Let us see what these heathen bastards wish upon us, surely it can be of no good." How dare they bring their false gods to such an auspicious occasion.

"Precisely, my lord" Ashara said in agreement with Mardax's first statement. "Thank you, my lord. Jadis is kind to me too, we've been close ever since we were little girls" she added warmly. On the other hand, she gave her sister a protective look when Mardax looked at her pityingly.


Ashara's face went studiously blank for a moment upon overhearing her sister's muttering, but she soon returned to her friendly and courteous demeanor.

She whispered to Jadis  She smiled affectionately at her sister.
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Jadis rubs the bridge of her nose and suppresses a sigh. Giving Mardax an inscrutable look, she leans over to murmur something quickly to Ashara.

Ser Godfrey nodded his head reluctantly as he replied in a respectful tone, "Of course My Lord Kolwyn, as you wish so shall it be.  I am ready to follow your lead my lord."

As Lord Perros headed off, Ser Godfrey motioned for his son Oliver to come close and he whispered a few words before moving to catch up with the rest of the "welcoming party".  For his part, Oliver headed off on his own away from the dining room.


Ser Godfrey did not wear a sword as certain other knights and warriors did.  His perferred weapon of war had always been the ball & chain but he felt that such a weapon would be too "aggressive" for what Lord Kolwyn had in mind.  Instead Ser Godfrey was armed with two "daggers" (though in truth there was a bit more to them but one could not see that from their hilts alone while their blades were still sheathed).

Ser Godfrey moved to Ser Hassan's right side as Ser Imam took up position to Ser Hassan's left.  Ser Godfrey was no more pleased by the presence of the Red Twins than his brother but he did not give voice to his irritation, Ser Hassan's own words were good enough for him at the moment.

In reply to Makarios Lestat (msg # 121):

Makarios and his hunters reach the upper gate first and look over the side. Below are about 25 men 20 on horse and 2 large wagons with 2 men each - 1 person on foot being that is tied to one of the wagons.

Every other man has a torch, they are armored and some have pole-arms. To the rare 5 of the men have bows strapped to their back. Closest to the gate waiting are 4 others (part of the 25) they are heavily cloaked in red.

Two of the horse are huge, they tower above the rest - One black as night in red leather barding the other horse red haired with black leather barding. Even from this distance they are apparent and striking.

In reply to Archibald Sand (msg # 122):

”

"Father knows what he is doing, ..." Ronan speak out of turn, he is on edge and nervous about the situation.

"Son He is right." Looking about at all that have gathered "keep sword at the ready but only draw if I do, .... Is that understood?" as he looks at each waiting for their reply by nod or a yes, once he feel they will obey (looking at his son) he continues to ready the gates to be opened.
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Mardax looked on at Jadis as she crossed her eyes, his face watching contorting alittle before shaking his head sadly.  Poor girl.  No matter.  It was obvious Ashara cared for her, so he had to try and be polite, not that it would probably do any good.

The two of them continue to mutter, and he watched, and tried to listen, a smile on his face the whole time.  "Well that is good.  Me and my brother were never that close.  It is always good to have a friend in these times." 

Ashara blushed and looked surprised "I promise" she told Jadis.

She returned Mardax's smile. "Yes, precisely."
"I'm sorry to hear you aren't as close to your brother, there's nothing like close family" she added. "But I'm sure you have many friends who aren't family."
"If it's all right for me to ask, my lord, what do you think of the Red God and our strange visitors?" she asked curiously.

Seeing the host parked out front, Makarios quickly assesses the situation and whispers to his men so that only they can hear. "Should the order be given, Henry target the center archer and Andrew target the next archer along nearest us. I will target the furthest two archers. Once your target is downed aim for the final archer. They have no ram and polearms won't reach us here so they will be forced to back down."

OOC: Of the ones who are carrying bows are they all mounted? And do they have hunting bows, double curved bows or longbows?

Stealth roll to whisper unheard by enemies beats Formidable (12) Difficulty with one degree of success.

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 130):

Mardax shrugged just slightly.  "Well, I was gone for about 5 years.  No real contact with my family while I traveled.  But, I would do anything for him, and he for me."  He stated plainly, as he nodded at her next comment.  "Yes, Brindal is a close friend, who I trust with my life every day.  The men who accompanied me are my trusted bodyguards.  Beyond that, a few."

He sipped his wine once more, before looking at her as she asked.  "Well, I had dealt with them once or twice in the free cities.  From what I know, they worship a fire god, and are in some way doomsayers believe a great evil will come forth from the darkness to swallow us all.  I do not know these visitors, but the few times I was approached by them, they seemed... amiable enough.  Hard to say if I would trust them or not, but they are treated differently in the free cities then they are here."

Ser Hassan looked down, his face a stone mask, looking at Lord Pyrros, "My Lord. My Spear is yours." Looking down at the man tied to the wagon he couldn't help but think they were going to set fire to him in front of us. Looking at Markarios, before he left he gesutred for the young man to come to him. "Markarios, keep your eye trained on the man tied to the wagon as well. Thank you." Looking at his brother he nodded to him, "Godfrey let us hope nothing happens on this night of all nights. He placed his hand on Godfrey's shoulder," which is something he always did before the potential of a battle. It had become something of Hassan's Silent Prayer for Godfrey's well being when facing danger.
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Makarios nods at Ser Hassan and says, "Yes m'lord, I had seen him already and will do what is necessary." putting a strange emphasis on the last word, before returning his eyes to the group below.

Ser Godfrey smiled in appreciation of his brother's gesture and replied sincerely, "We have the Seven watching over us brother and guiding our actions.  With the Father for Judgement and the Crone for Wisdom, how can we proceed wrongly?

And if they choose to violate the peace, the Ravenhowes have always been able to depend on the Warrior for Strength in Battle."

Seeing the men tied that Hassan had pointed out, an uneasy thought came to Godfrey.  He leaned close to his brother and whispered his disquieting thoughts.

"I wouldn't like to not see my family for so long. That must have been hard" Ashara said. She smiled when Mardzx said he would do anything for his family; she felt that was the proper attitude to have.
She frowned at his description of the red priests as doomsayers. That didn't sound good. Then she nodded. "Well, if they are reasonable in the free cities maybe we can convince them not to cause trouble. The free cities, what are those like? I've never been to any of them myself."

Mardax ate alittle more, before hearing Ashara ask about the free cities, and what they were like.  He swallowed, wiping his mouth, before answering her.

"Well, they are far different then the seven kingdoms.  The only one that I was in that had no slaves, was Bravos.  However, in truth, I only visited two of them.  Bravos, and Volantis.  Volantis is a beautiful city, but has more slaves then freemen.  It is ruled much as the Iron Throne here is, only those that can trace their ancestry back to Old Valyria.  Meanwhile, Bravos is a series of Canals and islands.  Truth be told, though, I spent most of the five years in slavers bay.  Their society was... vastly different."

In reply to Mardax Kaldor (msg # 132):

Some of the servants are listening in on your conversation, not as if spying but more like interested as well in what you have to say.
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Ashara listened intently. "I'd heard slavery was widespread in Essos... it's awful" She shook her head. The Seven condemned slavery. "But I wish I could see Braavos someday."

The night is clear, the clouds are few in-between, and the humid Dorne moisture is heavy on your faces. The guards stand watch on the battlements, and the huntsmen stand ready with their bows.

Lord Perros enters the courtyard from the side stairs of the lower wall follow by his procession of men. Thou most are armed with weapons in hand all have been told to hold their position until he gives the command.

Lord Perros does not believe they are here for a fight, but he does think they are here to provoke them.

When word was given about a man tied up he worried. These red devils are know to him and their recent maneuvering in court against Ravenhowe and his bannermen is not something he take lightly.

The courtyard is large enough to house an easy 60 men with some tents if needed and the grounds are well kept, the heavy sandy soil give way to pooling of water during the rain but quickly seeps its way down within an hour or two. To the left are the inner stables which house the noblemen's and higher up horses. To right is the blacksmith's forge and weapon locker. To the rear house the guards quarters and servants chambers. The great tower has one entrance off the courtyard by the guards quarters and the main entrance to the castle proper only services the counsel chambers and main great hall. Access to the castle is strictly by the side door from which Lord Perros exited from.

As Lord Perros gets closer to the gate he give the order to open them, .....

The gate chains clam, and chatter and several men hurry to lift the bolt on the thick inner wood doors giving way to the outer gate that is already half way open.

One rider alone approaches, riding his steed he reaches the perimeter of the outer gate, loudly and firm he announces himself "I am Ser Ilious of Amaranth Hall, I have a prisoner to deliver, and we seek shelter for the night."

Lord Perros replies "House Kolwym always welcome those loyal to House Martell, but I notice you have a priest & priestess with you and we do not welcome those of the red cloak or their god."

Ser Illiuos dismounts "If I may your lord approach and discuss this matter?" Perros replies "You may."

The warrior dismounts, his scale armor sounding and his drop, he places his hand on his sword hilt adjusting it. Leaving the horse to stand free and wlks into the gate proper and politely nods his head at Lord Perros. "Lord Kolwyn I have been commissioned to deliver this prisoner to you and bring these guest of Amaranth Hall safely to my lord. I ask not on their behave but of mine, ... please grant us shelter and food this night."

Makarios watches carefully as the man approaches Lord Perros, briefly tautening his bow as he touches his hilt before relaxing again when it is clear he was just brushing it into a more comfortable position. He then returns his gaze to the men outside.

It seems bizarre that an anointed knight of the Seven would keep company with the Red Priests, unless he is of course a knight of heathen stock. Raised to knighthood for some great deed rather than through years of training and devotion as a squire.

"May the Crone watch over Lord Perros and grant him the wisdom to see his way through this confrontation."

Ser Godfrey observed the new arrivals, in particular the Red Priests and watched to see their reaction when Lord Perros initially refuses to grant entry to the Red Priests.  He also observed the "prisoner" to be delivered, wondering what crime he had committed and why he should be delivered to Lord Perros (had these Flame worshippers been actively patrolling Kolwyn lands without permission?  for Godfrey found it difficult to believe one man would dare to bother such a large group of armed men).

Ser Godfrey would remain silently observing as long as no obvious sign of trouble was apparent.

Staying out of view from the outside Maester Archibald approaches the section of the gate Lord Perros has opened in order to follow the conversation more closely.
”My lord, if it simplifies matters to grant entrance to them as a group I am more than capable of supervising the disarmament of the priests to ensure they are no threat to those unfamiliar with their ways while they are within your walls.”

Brindal watched the scene play out, staying behind the group of knights, as he was lower then all of them.  His eyes watched in silence, as the lord spoke with the night, and the Maester spoke to the lord about possible situational control.

He knew that if need be, his Lord would take in the two priests under his watch.  After all, while being of the Seven, the Red Faith showed him great kindness in Essos, and being a pious man, Brindal knew Mardax would attempt to return the favor.  But, he could not speak just yet, and would only suggest that as a last resort.  For now, he just waited and watched.

Mardax nodded lightly.  "It is a different place.  Quite beautiful, though, despite the slaves, I think Yunkai and Meeren were the most beautiful cities I have seen.  Though, compared to your beauty, they looked like a peasants hovel in the north."

In reply to Archibald Sand (msg # 143):

Ronan in his drunken state becomes flustered and turn his back to Ser Illious. Then he walks to Archibald, he grabs his arm just below the elbow and roughly pull him in closer. Whispering into his cloak "Why do you speak, ... My father does not want them here and your playing your games." Ronan grinds his teeth and he continues, "this is not court, these are our enemies and you want to invite them in?"

In reply to Ser Godfrey Ravenhowe (msg # 142):

Ser Ilious is unknown to all, he must have been knighted recently as his colors show the only one station  "Amaranth Dawn"

Riding ever so slowly the Red Twins approach, they are cloaked and ride closely side by side almost as one.

The rest of the men stay well behind showing no aggression.

Rather than make even more of a disturbance than Ronan already has by making what would assuredly be a failed attempt to shake his offending hand off Maester Archibald simply glares at the hand for a moment before shifting his none to pleased expression full force onto Ronan.
”It is for your Father to decide what advice he wishes to hear or heed in his own time.  Had you paid any attention to your education you would know that disrupting this delicate situation by being brash will cause far more trouble than any advice I can give.  Now if you are quite done please step away from the conversation your Father needs me to hear before you cause something that need not happen, nor that you would wish to be responsible for.”

In reply to Archibald Sand (msg # 149):

As Archibald glares at Ronan's hand he releases his grip. Once Archibald is done speaking Ronan looks down, his face becomes wrinkled and his eye are squinted. He simply replies "perhaps".

Ariel & Isa slowly continue under the gates, their horses prancing. For the size of these horse they are quite elegant yet fierce in presence. As they get closer almost at the same time they both uncover their hoods.

Ariel circles around his sister and dismounts, them he extends his hand to help her down from her horse.

Isa smiles at her brother "thank you."

The resemblance is uncanny, if it wasn't for Isa's long hair you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between them. She is incredibly beautiful, perhaps one of the most beautiful seen in a long time. She has a foreign appeal.
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"Really? I wish I could see those cities, then. But I don't think I'd be able to... sad that such beautiful places should be so cruel. But I suppose there are many places where lovely works were shaped by wicked hands. The greatest castle in the world was built by Harren the Black, after all" Ashara mused

"My, that is kind of you to say, my lord" she answered with a slight blush. But she added, teasingly "Though I've never been compared to a city before. I like to think I have a bit more life in me than that."

Jadis could tell her sister was dying to know what was going on outside with the red twins; in addition to the situation being an ominous one it would be wise to know about, Ashara could be something of a gossip. But she didn't want to upset their visitors by appearing to be worried.

Foreign appeal or no foreign appeal, while Ser Godfrey was typically a man who appreciated a good looking woman, no amount of beauty could blot out the fact that this Priestess and her brother and all her fellow Flame Worshippers had been denigrating the good name of Ravenhowe and daring to besmirch the honor of the Knights of the Order of the Raven.  Beauty was after all only "skin deep" but slanderous, dishonorable, vileness ran deep, down the bone in the truly wicked.  While not one to really pay much attention to books in general, Ser Godfrey did recall an old lesson from his youth about "not judging a book by its cover", though it took some maturing into an adult before Ser Godfrey could fully comprehend the wisdom of that old adage.

But for right now Ser Godfrey remained stoically silent and outwardly stalwartly calm.  This was not Raven's Roost, Seat of House Ravenhowe, but instead the home of their direct liege, Lord Kolwyn and it was his lordship who would make the final decision as to who was welcomed in Kolwyn Hold.  While Ser Godfrey would not blame Lord Kolwyn for not wanting to embrace these villainous vipers close to his bosom, Ser Godfrey was reminded of another old Dornish saying... "Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer!"  Another saying that took the seasoning of battle and the maturity of manhood to allow Ser Godfrey to finally appreciate its lesson.

Since it was not his place to speak or act at the moment, Ser Godfrey contented himself with silent observation as he waited for the Flame Worshippers to get down to the "dirty business" they were truly here for, because Ser Godfrey did not believe for one moment that these "uninvited guests" had just happened to arrive on the night of the Harvest Feast by some "accident".  They were here on purpose to pursue some agenda and sooner or later they would make their true intentions known ("prisoner delivery" was at best merely a piece of the puzzle).

Mardax smirked a bit, but looked at her. "Why not?  It is tradition, in my family, at least one person a generation goes.  A few times the entire generation went together.  but that is rare.  But, why would you be unable to?" He was curious as to why she thought she could never see them.  Duty bound here, was his guess, but he wanted to hear it from her.

When she jested, he laughed a bit.  "Very true.  Though.."  he stopped for a moment, and leaned in close.  "Some places across the sea, even the stones walk.  One of my ancestors placed a terrible curse on his home, and now statues walk as men, and attack the unworthy."

He could tell she was anxious some.  He looked back towards the door that the others had left from, and leaned back in his chair again.  "I am sure everything will be fine, my lady.  I am sure your father has nothing to worry about."

CONT..... Caladin (msg # 151):

Isa approaches first and gives a polite bow to Lord Perros. "Lord Perros, we have not meet but I am Isa, ...." Lord Perros interrupts "I know who you are and what your are red priestess. The question is why are you here?"


"Well Lord Perros since you are dispensing with formalities I am traveling back to my liege and we are in need of shelter for this night." " I hope the "Nobles Call" is not passed House Kolwyn in accepting all banner men and women of House Matrell." she smile knowing that with such a remark if refused would lead to issue in court or maybe even worse.

"Of course not. BUT the "Nobles Call" also rest on those that are already guests and as House Ravenhowe are invited guests, there's is an issue and claim that still needs to be addressed - it would not be proper to accept you and your men at this time" He smiles back - its a match of wit and words, .........

Lord Perros look at those present of house Ravenhowe "Perhaps House Ravenhowe should advance and the two speak words of understanding, .... maybe tonight can be a feast of many events including the end of such talks that stain either house." Lord Perros moves aside to allow the members of House Ravenhowe to step forward.
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Ser Hassan stepped foreward with his spear still raised high in the air in an 'passive' pose. These people have been staining the honor of my house, and it seems they come with a man in bonds. My instincts tell me this is nothing but a ploy, a deception, the right hand working to distract while the left goes unattended.  "Good evening Isa, Ariel," he said with an outward calmness that Hassan was known for. "It seems you have come to House Kolwyn in request of Aid and lodging, but you're House's rampant rumors have not escaped our ears, The Father, The Mother, and The Crone tell us of the virtues of Mercy, Forgiveness, and Charity; the nobles call is an ancient rite you are invoking and under normal circumstances we would be forced to heed it, but as we know tonight is no ordinary circumstance. You come with a man in binds, and judging by your arrival this was your closest sanctuary meaning you have traveled far from your home for this one man, why?"

Ser Godfrey had been tempted to step forward and say something but he knew under the present circumstances that it was not really his place to have the first word for House Ravenhowe.  That honor belonged to the Knight of Raven's Roost, meaning it was his older brother Ser Hassan who had the right to speak first on behalf of House Ravenhowe.  Nevertheless, Ser Godfrey approached, standing in support of his House and his older brother to the right of Ser Hassan.

Ser Godfrey silently nodded his head in agreement with Ser Hassan's opening remarks as he figured that it was best to get the story (or at least the "cover story") regarding the prisoner out in the open as soon as possible.  If the prisoner was going to be used as some kind of pawn in some underhanded political game, the sooner the truth of that came out the better.  If there was a "weapon" in their hands, it was best to make them show it openly from the start.

That said, Ser Godfrey adopted a non-confrontational expression and his body language was neither aggressive nor defensive.  He was in "watch & wait" mode as it were, observing the Red Twins and awaiting their next move.

"If half the stories I have heard about Slaver's Bay are true, I just don't think I could stand all the cruelty that goes on there" Ashara explained.

"Really? Fascinating..." she replied to Mardax's description of the cursed stones and faraway places. "Why does your family go overseas so often?" she asked curiously.

Ashara appreciated Mardax's encouragement, but was embarrassed that Mardax had noticed she was worried. "Of course, my lord. I'm sure there's nothing to be concerned about" she said courteously.

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 158):

He nodded lightly.  He was considering telling her that some slaves were treated better then the peasents in the kingdoms, but he decided not to.  After all, with the way she seemed, she still wouldn't understand.

When she asked about why his family took the trip so often, he smiled.  "Well.  That is because, my family were once a tribe of the Rhoyne.  My family hailed from Ny Sar.  Matter of fact, we are decedents of Nymeria herself.  So, it is tradition to visit Mother Rhoyne, and the place of our Ancestry.  It is ironic, actually... my ancestors defended themselves against Valyria before.  Now we do it again, against it's own decedents."

In reply to Ser Hassan Ravenhowe (msg # 156):

Isa replies "Why Yes, in fact we have traveled far, but it was not originally to visit House Kolwyn nor was it to bring this robber knight to justice. We were just passing through as they say" she calls over the guards "bring the prisoner over to our lords."

Ser Hassan please you speak of ventures, mercy, forgiveness, and charity I never had such luxury were I'm from. Its fear, anger and determination that feeds us."

As Isa speak to Ser Hassen;

A young man beaten and dragged still in armor, filthy with mud, his spirit has been beaten from him. He tries to walk but mostly gets pulled toward the gate. His clothing is soaked in blood, ..... just before reaching the gate he falls. An Amaranth Dawn guard kicks him, "Get up!".

The young man rises and looks up blood soaked from his mouth, he tries to cry out but only blood comes out. As they get closer the robber knight again looks up this time with the torch light his face can be better seen. He bears colors, ..... of House Steiner.

"Well here he is, the man that has been spreading all of these horrible rumors about both our houses" Isa looks at her brother as he grabs a hand full of hair and pull his head back. The knight spits at him and Ariel just laughs at the foolish attempt,  ... "difficult isn't it without your tongue" as Ariel lets his head go.

Isa looks at Ser Hassan "he and thirty others attacked us on the road, we dispatched them and found this one still alive. It was about 3 days ago I'm sure the bodies are still rotting in the fields. This one was strong he took four of ours. Unfortunately he couldn't stay quite, one lie after another so my brother grow tiresome of his ranting and took his tongue. My brother felt fire was to good for him."

Ariel looks at Ser Hassean "Perhaps it is best you refuse us, Isa let us be on our way" as he turns and waves his guards to leave back outside the gate.
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"Nymeria herself? That's quite a bloodline" Ashara said, impressed.  "My family dates from the Andal invasion." She smiled. "Though I'm sure you could tell from looking at me."

She nodded "Nymeria and her people risked everything to escape the Dragonlords, and yet the Dragonlords arrived in Westeros after they'd lost everywhere else. It must have seemed like they were a curse on the Rhoynar"

Drawn to the injured man like a fly to an otherwise uninspiring pile of animal dung Maester Archibald does not so much ignore the description of events as leave it for those concerned about such things to deal with, instead keeping his focus on the problems of the present, and possibly the near future.
”We should not let this man be kept in such a state for any longer, it is a wonder he has survived this long, and any information we are likely to get out of him even without a facility for speech will require time and more patience than can be afforded on the road.

Securing him in a cell where his wounds can be properly treated must be done quickly, I will bring my supplies and we can get started while you decide his ultimate fate.”  The last bit of instructions includes a few gestures to the guards and servants nearby that result in a wagon well suited for the purpose of transporting the sick, and a few strong but unarmed men with ropes being made available for secure transportation.  Turning his gaze on Lord Perros it is clear that the Maester does not expect any objection, but instead requires at least some sort of nod of acceptance to his plan of action before it can begin.

"Well, the Andals came before us.  It was we, the Rhoynar, that gave them the steel they used to conquer this land.  But, they tell a different tale.  In truth, nothing said the Smith could not have spoken through my people to grant them their knowledge.  Are there any famous people in your own line?" He asked, curious.

As she spoke about the Dragonlords, and a curse, he nodded.  "Nymeria knew she could not defeat Valyria and Volantis.  Not after her Brother Prince Garin led 250,000 of our finest warriors to attack them, and lost.  This land was shattered and divided, until we arrived.  In some ways, it was some luck and position, that Nymeria sided with the Martells.  Without Nymeria and her warriors, Martell might not rule this land, and history would have been changed forever.  Imagine if we landed in the Stormlands.  How much different the land might be.  But I am glad that we ended here.  Here we were able to fight the dragons, and managed to defeat them.  Twice apparently."

Ser Godfrey looked at the "robber knight" and then at the Red Priests as he said in a resigned tone to , "It is rather a pity Mistress Isa that your brother felt compelled to remove this man's tongue.  I imagine his lack of patience may have greatly impaired the value of this prisoner, for surely his purpose here is to explain away the rumors erroneously attributed to House Amaranth Dawn that have been the source of perceived animosity towards House Ravenhowe.

But now, as he is, it will take some considerable doing to extract any useful information from him needed to confirm your account."

Ser Godfrey glanced over the contingent of Amaranth Dawn warriors as he continued in a cordial tone, "Still... 30 attackers launching a surprise ambush against your 25, you are quite fortunate Mistress Isa that the Warrior protected you against their predations and safely delivered you and your followers from harm.

That said... can you think of why a group of 30 "robber knights" would risk their lives and their numbers to assault a roughly equal military force?  In my experience, such roguish bandits prefer far easier prey where the odds greatly favor them... they usually have no stomach for a "fair fight" as it were."

Ser Godfrey turned towards Ariel as the man began to motion to leave and said in a polite tone, "Please Master Ariel, do not be overly hasty in your departure.

If, as your sister has stated, the slanderous rumors besmirching the good name of the honorable House Ravenhowe have indeed been erroneously attributed to yourselves and House Amaranth Dawn, no doubt as a means of fomenting discord between our two noble Houses perpetrated by this "robber knight" and his ilk... then surely this is the time to "bury the hatchet" as it were, mend wounds both old and fresh, and begin anew with any remnants of bad blood washed cleanly away?

And speaking of this "robber knight", did you happen to get his name prior to applying fire to him?  I cannot help but notice that he bears the colors of House Steiner, were the other 30 "robber knights" similar attired?

Of course, considering the lies and deceptive trickery already attributed to this man and his fellow bandits, I suppose we should not read too much into whatever colors he chose to wear... they may be as misleading as the slanderous rumors he & his ilk have been spreading about House Ravenhowe falsely in the name of House Amaranth Dawn."

Shifting his gaze briefly from the armed force outside the gate to the face of his lord and then back again, Makarios wonders how Lord Perros will respond. While not being able to clearly make out every word that is spoken, Makarios can clearly see the colors of House Steiner, long time loyal allies to House Kolwyn.

It seems clear to Makarios that some trickery is afoot, though whether it is House Steiner or Amaranth Dawn that is the culprit is unclear. Ser Godfrey appears to have the right idea, the story doesn't add up. House Steiner's lands aren't too far from here, perhaps they saw the Amaranth party had breached their borders and attacked?

He shakes his head, thinking, I must focus on the task I have been assigned. It is for the nobles to settle their squabbles.

Lord Perros, walks up to the robber knight holds his chin up - "Can you hear me boy? .." the knight nods. Lord Perros looks deep into his eyes "Boy are you of House Steiner? .." the knight again nods. "Boy this is important did you attack these men? .." his eyes roll down with a single nod.

Lord Perros looks at Isa and Ariel "very well then we will except this prisoner and send word to House Steiner on these matters." "Maester Archibald tend to him as you have advised. Do not forget he is our prisoner not our guest."

Once the Amaranth Dawn guard releases the knight and hands him over Lord Perros turns to Ser Godfrey, ....

"Ser Godfrey speaks an interesting truth, bandits, robber knights, they don't go looking for fair fights, .... they look for fights they can win ..... or a prize they can't resist." When said he looks again at Ser Godfrey with widen eyes, and gives a simple smile of curiosity.

"Unfortunate we do not have room for all your men but if House Rovenhowe is satisfied with this then I shall offer you and your brother a room for the night." "Your men can camp outside the gates."
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Offering Lord Perros a quick bow like nod Master Archibald moves quickly into the process of most importance, ushering the prisoner over to the wagon, and his new minders.  Secured by ropes the prisoner is laid down on the wagon's flat bed and wheeled off to the prison cells most easily used as a secure infirmary as the Maester himself heads in the direction of his chambers, to retrieve any number of odd, unknown, or generally nameless tools of the healer's trade.

Ser Godfrey remained beside his elder brother and knew it was the formal right of the Knight of Raven's Roost to speak on behalf of House Ravenhowe.  But there was no rule of etiquette that stated that a loyal younger sibling could not provide discrete advice to the Head of his House.

Leaning in slightly, Ser Godfrey spoke softly into the ear of his elder brother.

"Then you shall stay for this evening, see that your men make camp outside the walls as currently the streets are already occupied I'm afraid," he said to them after he had listened to his brother. "Give them bread and salt, and let no one doubt the Compassion nor honor of House Ravenhowe," he said with almost a hint of malice toward the end of his voice.

Lord Perros is visually pleased at Ser Hassan Ravenhowe & Ser Godfrey Ravenhowe and their position on the matter. But he does look over at the Red Twins with some concern as to how they will conduct themselves in accordance with their House.

"Good then the matter is settled for now", Lord Perros looks over at Ronan "Escort our guests to the dinning hall so we can continue our feast."

Isa walks up to her brother and looks at him. Her demeanor is odd, almost like a lover would look at their other half. "Brother look they and extend us their welcome. We have asked and they have excepted. If we should change our mind it will only lead to more discomfort in our future." she grabs his hand gentle and smiles "Remember brother the 'Lord of Light' has seem this already and he has a plan for us all. We most play our part."

The hard look on Ariel's face disappears, "Yes sister, your are right it is not the shadow we should fear it is the dark which fights the light." Turning to Ser Hassan & Ser Godfrey, "Thank you for your gracious consideration on the matter, .... Lord Perros you are wise and those that have yet to meet you will see your light."

Ronan turns to his father, "Are you sure?" Lord Perros just looks at his son and nods yes.
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Lord Perros walks slowly and lags behind, once close to Ser Hassan & Ser Godfrey Lord Perros signals them to stay behind. Then looking up above the battlements at the huntsmen, he signal that all is fine so that they stand down. lastly he signals Makarios Lestat to meet with him in the courtyard with Ser Hassan & Ser Godfrey.

Once the courtyard is clear and all are present Lord Perros simply replies "I don't trust them" as he strokes his chin with his fingers in thought.
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The dinning hall is still full of excitement and activity. Dancing has begun and there has been lots of movement between tables for those that wish to sit closer to people of interest. Feasting, .... Drinking And More Drinking, ... The wine and ale flow heavy and the talk of what could be happening outside is the heart of almost ever conversation. Gossip is running wild and tension is starting to run hi.

The music stops, eyes turn to the door. Movement seems to be in slow motion. It's a devilish strange feeling as the 'Red Twins' are seem at the door with Ronan.

So that everyone can hear in the room ..... "Noblemen and Ladies of the House Kolwyn, House Kaldor and House Ravenhowe, I present guests for this evening, .... Ariel & Isa of House Amaranth Dawn"

Ronan has a look on his face that all will remember for a long time. Speaking to the minstrels from across the room he shouts "Play by the 'Old' and the 'New Gods', ... play loud!"

He looks over at his house table with wide eyes. "Ariel, Isa may I introduce to you some of our house members and honored guests?" They simply nod yes and follow him around the room.

"Lady Tansa Kolwyn, and my sister Ashara Kolwyn, ..." Ariel extends his hand so they may properly greet one another.
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"Well, House Kolwyn descends from Ser Braxton , who carved out..." Ashara stopped speaking in shock when Ariel and Isa arrived in the hall. "Excuse me, my lord, I believe I have more guests. Perhaps we can continue our conversation later on" she said to Mardax. She glanced at her mother to gauge her reaction to the twins arrival. "Welcome to our hall, Ariel, Isa, and to our feast. I don't believe we've met before, I am interested to meet you" she said courteously when Ronan introduced them; she was stunned and fuming a bit on the inside, but she knew her courtesies and didn't let it show. Besides, she wanted to set a good example for Jadis and calm some of the tension in the hall. She only curtsied to them if her mother did; she did not want to have to show more deference to the priests of a false god and the bitter enemies of her beloved aunt and uncle than she had to. She wanted to ask Ronan why her father had invited the Red Twins in, but she didn't dare right in front of them.
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Jadis had been quietly watching Mardax as he and Ashara spoke, a faint disapproving frown on her face. With one last suspicious look at the man, she quietly turned her attention to the new guests, curiosity lighting her eyes. She looked them over with interest, rubbing her thumb along her chin as she slouches in her chair.

Ashara gave Jadis a pointed look; she shouldn't be slouching when the had guests, even guests Ashara disliked. "Ariel, Isa, may I introduce my cousin, Jadis?" Ashara said politely.

Makarios sends his hunters to return their bows before heading back into the main hall for the feast. For the moment there is no reason for them to be kept away from the celebration, after all they are godly men. Besides it will be useful to have their eyes and ears present where his cannot be.

He moves calmly to Lord Perros' position and waits to be addressed.
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Ser Godfrey smiled knowingly as he nodded his head and replied in a guarded tone, "Agreed... you are not the only one who feels that way my lord.

I do not believe for one moment that these members of House Amaranth Dawn just happened to encounter a group of bandits who just happened to be the ones who are "truly" responsible for spreading the malicious rumors about House Ravenhowe.

Their "story" stretches credibility to the breaking point.  That they proceeded to cut the prisoner's tongue out, thus preventing easy communication with the prisoner only adds to my suspicion my lord."

Ser Godfrey sighed heavily as he added in a wary tone, "That said... without evidence to the contrary to prove their tale false, we are bound by the rules of etiquette and honor to take them at their word... at least for the moment.

I do not know what their "game" is... part of me thinks this was a ploy to get us to reject them, to turn them away and deny them the guest right so as to show House Ravenhowe and House Kolwyn in a bad and most unsympathetic light.  But what bothers me is that the other part of me wonders if this was a ploy designed to get us to extend the guest right to them.

If so... then why do they wish entry into Kolwyn Hold?

As for their tale... I find it hard to believe that any true knight of House Steiner would act in so dishonorable a fashion as to take up banditry as well as gossipy rumor-mongering.

My Lord Kolwyn, I suggest that a party of "investigators" be assembled to ride out to where this supposed ambush took place in order to go over the ground and assess the carnage they claim they left behind.  But I also advise that any such group be well armed & ready for trouble as one possibility may be that their tale is meant to lure a group of our trusted men into an ambush of House Amaranth Dawn's own making."

Jadis winced at the glare, then straightened and rose gracefully. She joined Ashara, standing by her side and giving a small courteous curtsy. "Please be welcome within our home. Its always a pleasure to meet new friends." She looks over the two red clad priestesses with curiosity. "If you are free after the feast, I'm sure my sister and I would be happy to ensure your comfort and would be delighted to engage in conversation. I know that we would both be interested to hear more of you and perhaps your Red God. Religion is something of a passion for my sister and I confess that I myself hold some interest in related topics." Jadis said, a serene smile on her face.

Mardax looked on over at Ashara as she started to speak, but they were interrupted when the new guests were allowed entry into the hall and were introduced.  He nodded his head to her lightly.  "Of course."

Mardax however remained where he was, as he looked at the new guests.  He tried to think what he had heard about them, and what he might know, while letting them get introduced to the actual lords and ladies of the court.  After all, he was just a minor house that happened to have presence here at this feast.

His eyes did notice how Jadis looked at him, but otherwise made no other note of it.  Poor girl.  His eyes turned to the two red priests and simply watched for the moment.  After all, he had nothing against them.

Ashara smiled proudly as well as Jadis introduced herself politely, very pleased by Jadis' grace and exquisite courtesy; everything a highborn girl should be. Her smile remained sweet and calm even as Jadis volunteered them to take care of the red twin's every need and stated how delighted they would be to speak to the twins. Actually, Ashara could think of any number of things she would rather be doing than listen to the red twins expound on the glories R'hollor, such as pounding her head into a stone wall or mucking out the stables.
Nonetheless, she said cheerily. "Of course, we would be delighted to speak with you, if you have nothing more important to do than gossip with my beloved sister and me."
Still, perhaps it was for the best. If she had to talk religion with the red twins, perhaps there was some small chance she could turn them from their false god.
"Ariel, Isa, this is my lord of House Kaldor, Mardax Kaldor. He too is our guest." Ashara introduced Mardax.

In reply to Mardax Kaldor (msg # 180):

Mardax Kaldor looks over the Twins, Are they truly friend of just pretenders, ....

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 181):


Isa makes it a point to greet Ashara "why, Thank You for your kind words, ... you have the most marvelous red hair" smiling then taking an interested in Jadis.

"Ashara you said your Sister?"

"Thank you. I am proud of my hair" Ashara responded. The twins seemed to be polite at the moment, at least.
"Jadis is my cousin, but we are so close we are more like sisters" she explained.

The Lady Tansa walks up to Isa and Ashara, "Welcome Isa" looking to take her attention away from Jadis. Tansa then interlocks her arm around her daughter's taking a good hold onto Ashara's arm. "Its interesting and somewhat surprising to see you so far away from your lands, .... Essos is it not?"

Isa gives a fake but polite smile "Why yes Lady Tansa, I am originally from there but now I call Werteros and House Amaranth Dawn home" and again Isa slowly turns her head to Jadis.

Isa now speaking to Jadis, "Your light burns so ever strong Lady Jadis. You know many believe that the soul can be seen through one's eyes." As Isa speaks she tries to have Jadis look directly into her eyes, .... if Jadis so allows it.

In reply to Makarios Lestat (msg # 177):

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Jadis laughs faintly, a knowing smirk crossing her face. "Which light is that I wonder?" She shakes her head, still smiling. "People say a lot of things about souls. There is a sect to the north that believes that there are only seven souls occupying many bodies. And a religion to the east claims that each person has many souls, gaining a new one for each part of their life. Or that we live our lives over and over again until we get it right. Who can know?"

Jadis shrugs and meets the Red Priestesses gaze boldly, a cocky grin crossing her face. "Eyes being the windows of the soul is an old one. Its why they used to eat the eyes of the slain in the days of old. Though I'm unsure why anyone would care to look at my soul or eat it. Or them. Or whatever I have, if I have anything at all. I'm sure it's an absolute mess and could use a bit of a polish."
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In reply to Ser Godfrey Ravenhowe (msg # 178):

"Yes Ser Godfrey the tongue I to wonder why remove it and them to bring him forward alive. His dead body and standards would have proved enough." Lord Perros is somewhat confused. Without a doubt there is more to this. He looks at the gate "I will double the watch and keep an eye on the soldiers."

Lord Perros then puts his arm around Ser Hassen shoulder "I almost thought you were going to run her through, ... lol" He lightly pulls him in playfully "Good this I didn't" and as he walks back to the stairs headed to the hall, ... he begins to chuckle "Now we need to get through the night - as its filled our dinning hall with 2 little terrors" "hahaa ha" His voice changes making fun of his guests.

Ashara is reassured by her mother's hand on her arm, though her mother's strong hold on her makes Ashara wonder if her mother is trying to hold her back.
Ashara is delighted to have her sister challenge Isa, but isn't pleased by Jadis' public display of doubt in religion.
"I'm impressed by your command of the common tongue" she says to Isa. "My sister is a spirited lady" she says when Isa says that Jadis' light burns strong. "Are you one of those who believe the soul can be seen through the eyes?"
Ashara winces at Jadis' mention of eating eyes and souls. "Sister, we are at a feast, please try not to ruin our appetites" I'm think your soul is all right, sis. But I think your manners could use a bit of a polish.
Well, at least it's not Ariel who is taking an interest in Jadis.
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Ser Hassan adjusted the robes he wore that bore the sigil of his house, he looked sternly at his brother in law as he walked off back to the hall before stopping to exchange glances with his brother. This spoke volumes of how irritated he was of how they were forcefully dragged into the politics an inability for their liege lord to make a decision. "Come, lets return to the feast." Ser Hassan marched his way back into the hall after setting aside his spear and he rejoined his wife at their table.

A quiet laugh escapes Jadis as she says "In some parts of the world, eyeballs are considered delicacies." Her eyes are locked with Isa's, a palpable tension rising between them. From behind her, Brutus growls softly, his own eyes locked on Isa. Jadis' smile widens to a manic degree, even as her eyes bore into the Red Priestess like augers. She takes a step forward, gaze still locked with the priestess's and smile continuing to widen into the teeth baring grin of a lunatic.

Leaning forward, Jadis asks softly "So. Do you like what you see? Does it amuse and entertain you?"
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Ser Godfrey noted the irritated demeanor of Ser Hassan as only a close, loyal younger brother could.  Ser Hassan was reasonably good at keeping his feelings to himself or at least beyond the view of others ("outsiders") but those who knew him well, such as his family, could read more into his silence than others could.

Ser Godfrey noted the "look" Ser Hassan shared with him and Ser Godfrey silently nodded his head in understanding as he glanced from the front gate and the back towards where the dining hall was located.  With a small sigh and a resigned shrug of his shoulders, Ser Godfrey moved to join his brother on their return trip back to the dining hall.

Before they and Lord Perros reached the dining hall, Ser Godfrey spoke again in a guarded tone, "My Lord Perros, regarding my earlier suggestion of mounting an armed "investigative team" to seek out the site of the supposed ambush & battle spoken of by the Red Priests... do I, or rather do we have your permission to do so come the morning light?

If so, I would be grateful if you could assign some members of House Kolwyn to accompany us.  If we do find something out there, or discover something "amiss", I would prefer that there be a party to the discovery, an impartial witness if you will, who does not pledge direct fealty to House Ravenhowe.  It will be harder to dismiss findings that are made by members of multiple noble Houses, I would think."

"Eww..." Ashara makes a face at Jadis' eyeball comment. She is surprised by Jadis' manic stare, but not rattled; she knows how wild her sister can get. Ashara tries to move towards Jadis to calm her down a bit, but with her mother holding her arm she can't. "Jadis..." she says softly.

Ashara smiles brightly at Ser Hassan when he reenters the room.

In reply to Ser Godfrey Ravenhowe (msg # 192):



"Yes gather who you feel best for the task and head out well before our guest awaken"



"I agree, ... request from House Kaldor that at least one if possible attend as well. This way all three houses will be present to the findings."

"If any."

In reply to Jadis Sand (msg # 191):

Isa makes a yelp "Brother! ..." and her eyes rolls back as she stumbles.

Ariel like lightening grabs her sister before she hits the floor. "I have you sister, ..." As he looks at her eyes and posses for a moment then he looks back at Jadis, as if he blames her for his sisters condition.

Isa quickly regains herself as her brother helps her back to her feet.

She smiles "How surprising, .... The travel must have taken a greater toll then I originally thought." Ariel just keeps a look at Jadis. He positions himself between Isa and Jadis as if protecting her.

Isa speaking to Ariel and those standing by them "Brother let us sit over there by the window so I may have some air. Please excuse us." Ariel helps his sister as they walk away.
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In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 193):

As Ashara looks back toward Isa, ..... watching the events unfold she is in a slight shock of the events and freezes in place for a quick moment ....

Jadis simply raises an eyebrow, still smiling. "Of course, of course. Your comfort is, most certainly, something with which we are gravely concerned. I pray that you feel better, so that we might have tea tonight." She dismisses the red twins and looks back at Ashara, murmuring quietly and with a wicked smile "Well, that went well do you think?"
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The men return from the courtyard, ... there is a silence in the dinning hall just before they enter. It can be seen that Isa is being helped to the window area by her brother and a deathly quite in the room.
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Raonan stands up "Minstrels! Did I not ask you to play and PLAY LOUD" as they start up again with music, breaking the silence once more.

"Oh, my!" Ashara exclaims when Isa collapses. "Are you all right? Should I call the maester?" shes asks, concerned.
Whe Isa says the trip must have taken more out of her, Ashara reponses "Would you like to lie down? I can show you to your room, if you like." When Isa leaves, Ashara simply says "I hope you feel better soon."
When they leave, Ashara wiggles out of her mother's grip and moves over to Jadis, whispering to her.

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 200):



As Ariel walks his sister, "No, ... no need for the maester she will be fine."


Ariel just looks as if annoyed by Ashara, a hard look comes about his face, Isa quickly grabs his hand, "Its is OK brother the Lord of light has guided us once again." Isa then replies to Ashara "I will be fine once I have a little air."



Lady Tansa "Ashara don't start anything you can't finish" as she lets her arm go.
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Jadis gives a soft whistle and Brutus comes trotting over to them. She rubs his head absently as she whispered back to Ashara


After a bit of whispering, Jadis gives Ashara a questioning look.

Ahsara nods to the twins. "Oh, I'm happy to hear it" she says when they say that Isa will be fine. I wonder why Ariel is so angry, I'm only trying to help.
She gives her mother a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be good, mother."

Ashara listens intently to Jadis, and her eyes go wide with surprise. She whispers urgently to her sister.
She shakes her head.

Ashara gives Brutus a pat on the head.

Jadis looks over her shoulder and gives the twins a smile and a wave before turning back to Ashara and their quiet conversation.
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Ashara continues to whisper to Jadis. Hopefully, it wouldn't draw too much attention; the sisters gossiping quietly or whispering about some new scheme of Jadis' was not an uncommon sight at Kolwyn Hold.

Jadis frowned, tapping her foot on the stone floor. After a moment, she shook her head and whispered to Ashara.

Ser Godfrey leaned in towards Ser Hassan and spoke softly.

Ser Godfrey smiled at his brother as he said in a calm but concerned tone, "Perhaps I should go inquire of our new guests if they are in need of anything, assistance or aid?  Mistress Isa does appear to be unwell and her brother Master Ariel seems rather out of sorts, though if his sister is ill that might explain it."

Ser Godfrey began to move away from the incoming group of men from the courtyard as if making to join the Red Priests but lingering just long enough in case someone (such as his brother Hassan or Lord Kolwyn) might object or have an alternative suggestion.

Hassan adjusted his robes looking out over the crowd of people, he knew what it meant to be compassionate, but seeing the body language displayed by Jadis made him sigh. It seemed his brother-in-law needed to put his adopted bastard in line before she caused all of Dorne to be at war, the silly girl. "Godfrey, make sure you have a word with that bastard, she meddles in affairs she doesn't understand," he said to his brother. Seeing the serious expression grow over his face, his wife touched his arm gently before guiding him toward the main floor, the two along with a few of the others began a small dance to the music, while Hassan kept his eyes on others, it seemed how ever his wife was not satisfied with that and took his concentration from the guests.

Oh great... I get to play "nursemaid" to the wild Jadis Sand... somehow I doubt that is going to work out well.

Trying his best to keep a neutral expression on his face, Ser Godfrey bowed his head to his brother and said in a resigned tone, "Of course Ser Hassan, I shall endeavor to carry out your instructions."

As Hassan was led away to dance with his wife, Ser Godfrey moved towards where Jadis and Ashara were conversing in whispers, all the while Godfrey kept the Red Priest siblings' movement & actions within his peripheral view out of the corner of his eye.

As he approached the two ladies, Ser Godfrey smiled warmly at them and said in a soft, friendly tone, "Pardon me lady Ashara, lady Jadis, I do hope I am not intruding... or at least, if I am, that I shall be forgiven for doing so.

I could not help but notice that Mistress Isa appears to be unwell all of a sudden and that her brother Master Ariel is... well... less than festive in his mood.  Since both were in reasonably good, or at least civil, spirits when we parted company only a few moments ago out in the courtyard... I was wondering if perhaps either of you could enlighten me as to what has just happened to cause this possible scene of discord or discomfort?

Is Mistress Isa ill?  Does she require the aid of Maester Archibald, perhaps?  And where is Master Ariel currently leading his sister, have they been assigned guest rooms already?"

Jadis looks up at Godfrey and smiles brightly. With complete sincerity, she says quietly"Oh. They're just evil mind reading sorcerers trying to steal our thoughts. Isa merely over exerted herself. I'm sure she'll be fine. As for where they're going? We're pretty sure they're plotting to kidnap Ashara and probably burn her on one of their pyres, so I guess the duo are getting ready for that. Now if you'll please excuse us, good Ser, we were having a conversation." She turns her back to him, dismissing him from her attention, and whispers something to Ashara.

Suddenly, she snaps her fingers and looks up, staring at Godfrey with a bright smile. "Oh. Hey, you can be useful. Want to sleep in Ashara's bed tonight? That way you'll be the one kidnapped and everything will be fine."
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Ser Godfrey rolled his eyes and said in a bored tone, "Very nice story Jadis... it reminds me of the "pirate treasure" you were looking for when you were younger, I believe lady Ashara mentioned that tale earlier today.

Now perhaps either you... or more likely lady Ashara can actually provide a serious answer to my question.

And as for your "conversation", you might want to either tone it down or take it outside the main hall... as you're both starting to attract "attention", and likely not the sort of attention either of you desire."

Ser Godfrey adopted a cryptic smile as he added in a slightly ominous tone, "After all Jadis... the only way you would be able to know any of that would be if either: a) the Red Priests trusted you sufficiently to confide in you or b) you yourself were an "evil mind reading sorceress trying to steal their thoughts".

So unless you're either a traitorous confederate of the Red Priests or are a not-so-secret-now Sorceress yourself... you couldn't really know any of what you just told me.

However, if other less broadminded and tolerant people were to overhear you Jadis, you might cause a lot of unrest and perhaps bring real trouble down on House Kolwyn with such tales.  Especially given that we have not only members of House Amaranth Dawn as guests but also members of House Kaldor present as guests as well.

Still... if you're dead set on your wild tale... why don't you inform Lord Kolwyn, since it pertains to his daughter's safety... see what his lordship makes of your story, eh?"

Ashara fiddles with her skirt, a nervous habit of hers.
Ashara shivers and casts a look at Ariel

Ashara smiles when Ser Godfrey walks over to them; she's noticed the dancing has started, and assumes he's going to ask her to dance. She's a little surprised Mardax wasn't first. She returns his warm smile with a playful smile of her own. "Hello, Ser Godfrey. You are forgiven, a handsome knight such as yourself is always a welcome presence."

Ashara's smile falls slightly when she realizes Godfrey isn't here to talk about dancing. She leans towards him and responds quietly "I'm not sure why the red twins are so hostile. Isa fainted earlier, she says from the stress of the trip.
My lady mother and I were completely polite. My sister was... well, being herself, but she said nothing at which the twins should have taken offense.
I offered to show them to their rooms and volunteered the aid of Maester Archibald when Isa fainted, but they refused, saying that wasn't necessary. Ariel seems quite angry with me, utterly without cause."
Her voice dropped to a whisper "But I suspect, Ser Godfrey, that whatever the red twins have told my lord father to convince him to let them in, they are still our house's enemies. I don't know why they have come here, but I don't trust them, and they worry me. What did they say to my father?" She keeps her face neutral during Jadis's response to Ser Godfrey.

Ashara nodded in response to Jadis' whisper. "Yes, thank you"

Ashara could be quite a flirt, but she still blushed brightly at Jadis' question to Ser Godfrey. "Jadis!" she squeaked, embarrassed at the implication of asking Ser Godfrey to hop into her bed.

"We gossip all the time, Ser Godfrey, I don't think we'll attract too much attention" Ashara explained. She frowned at Ser Godfrey. "If you are going to deal seriously with all my sister's jokes, we are going to be here a long time.

Ser Godfrey gave Ashara a warm, friendly smile as he said in a cordial tone, "I thank you for the kindness of your forgiveness Lady Ashara, it is always a pleasure to be in the company of so fine and beautiful a young lady as yourself."

Ser Godfrey lowered his tone as he continued, "As for the Red Priests, you may rest assured that while the Guest Right has been extended to them due to the demands of courtesy and hospitality, neither your father Lord Perros nor we Ravenhowes truly believe that the tense hostility attributed to House Amaranth Dawn and to the Red Priest Twins in particular is really in the past, neither forgotten nor forgiven.

However, given a recent development, it was deemed "politic" to extend the Guest Right to the Red Priests for the moment... though they shall be bound to the rules as much as we shall.

But worry not, as yet there is no real "Trust" established between us & them and their admittance into our company & into Kolwyn Hold should not be misjudged as an open embrace of them or their views."

Ser Godfrey paused before he added in a wary tone, "As for your gossiping with lady Jadis, it may be regarded as normal and harmless under most normal circumstances... but right now, tonight, is not one of those "normal circumstances".

We have guests from not one but two visiting Houses, Amaranth Dawn and House Kaldor.  They do not know the closeness shared between you can your cousin and for gossiping it has appeared a mite more "animated" than usual.  I am only passing on a warning that others have taken note, whether or not such note taking is truly warranted.

But when others take note, rumor begins to form.

As for taking lady Jadis's "jokes" seriously... I assure you that I do not.  But I may not be the only one to overhear them.  If another, who is less immune to lady Jadis's unique brand of humor, were to overhear such a wild tale and then turn that wild tale into malicious rumor that spreads throughout the court, reaching the ears of friend & foe alike... there could be real and serious consequences to be dealt with.

It is one thing to jest in the presence of close, trusted friends and family... another to make similar "scandalous jests" where they may be overheard and misinterpreted by strangers who bear neither loyalty to nor love for House Kolwyn.  Surely someone with such a bright mind as your ladyship must realize the danger in that Lady Ashara?"
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Jadis shakes her head in mock grief. "Did you get stabbed in your sense of humor, Goddie?" She rolls her eyes and smirks, leaning over to briefly whisper to Ashara. Turning back to Godfrey, she laughs deep and from the belly and speaks, letting the music cover her words "And trouble? Ask around, Goddie. Everyone will tell you I'm barking mad. Especially the servants. I howl at the moon and eat bugs, or so I hear. I'm also told I dance naked with the Stranger in the pale moonlight every full moon or something like that." She snorts a bit of laughter. "Its ever so nice to be insane, so few ever ask you to explain. And as a bonus, the fool can say what the wise can merely think."

Jadis tugs on her scarf idly, still smiling. When she speaks, her voice is pitched under the loud music of the minstrels "It works on certain principles of headology, which I just invented. A lunatic can tell the Seven's own truth about the most awful of things and just be dismissed with a laugh. Especially if its told in a particularly outlandish fashion. She moves to place her arm around his shoulders, waving her other hand at the hall. "If our Lord said such things, it would be war. When I say such things? Tis a joke on me and the cattle relaxes. After all, if the pet idiot speaks ill of someone, it must be the madness. And it's fun to laugh at mad people. I should know, I laugh at myself every day. Anyways, the lords and ladies will smirk and titter and feel at ease. The wise, the ones worth talking to, might take note. Or they may dismiss me entirely. What difference does it make to me? One of the joys of having zero official credibility and having 'being clothed in public' as my only responsibility." She gives him a huge grin and adds "I'm already composing a ballad about Lord Kaldor and a goat. Should I throw in a few stanzas about a blind Septon marrying them?"

With her typical good natured free spirit, it was difficult to stay annoyed or even mildly perturbed at Jadis no matter how wild she got.  With a growing smile to break the tension, Ser Godfrey replied with an exaggerated sigh but in a friendly tone, "Jadis you know that under normal circumstances I love your free spirited nature, your irreverent honesty can often be a breath of fresh air in certain stale situations.

And I am usually the last person to judge another on how they live their life or indulge their freedom.

That said... the tense & serious situation between House Kolwyn, House Ravenhowe, and House Amaranth Dawn is such that I find it hard to relax and allow myself to indulge in my usual preference for frivolous amusement.

Besides... my brother "instructed" me to have a "word" with you Jadis... so I was at least partially honor bound to convey the misgivings of my liege, the Knight of Raven's Roost.  That said, given the very tenuous & tentative "peace" established between House Amaranth Dawn and House Kolwyn & House Ravenhowe, I do understand Ser Hassan's concerns."

Ser Godfrey paused before he added in a concerned tone, "Besides... you have to remember Jadis that not everyone, especially those from outside our respective families, knows of your... "reputation" for madness.  And even those who do may choose to ignore it for their own purposes so as to use your "wild, untamed words" as malignant weapons to be wielded against the honor & reputation of House Kolwyn."

But the warm smile returned as he said in the earlier friendly tone, "That said... I shall look forward to hearing that ballad about Master Mardax and that goat, it sounds saucy as well as sassy.  Though something tells me that the young lord from House Kaldor may not see the humor in it or appreciate your particular witty turn of phrase."

Ser Godfrey looked over at his brother dancing with his wife and then looked around at the others still sitting at their tables, include Mardax Kaldor, and then finally glanced back at Ashara and Jadis as he said in a perplexed tone, "But speaking of Master Mardax and amusements... how is it that the band can be playing such a delightful tune that practically demands that one step lightly into dance but that you two beautiful blossoming flowers of fine Dornish womanhood are as yet unaccompanied?

It should be a travesty if not a crime that you ladies should continue to go unasked to dance.

If you ladies are amenable, I shall gladly rectify this grievous oversight... but alas there is only one of me but two of you, how can I possibly choose between you?  Perhaps I should encourage Master Mardax to summon his courage and step forth to ask for a dance, with him as honored guest being given first choice between you lovely ladies?"
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Jadis nods her head "You make a fair point, Ser. I shall endeavor to reign in my tongue until such time as is proper." A wild, mischievous smile crosses her face. "A dance? Yes, let us dance. Can you convince Lord Kaldor to join us? Do be vague about his partner though." She snickers faintly. "It would be hilarious for you to dance with my fair sister and for me to dance with the Lord. I know well his opinion of me." She gave Godfrey a hopeful look

Ser Godfrey chuckled slightly as he said in a relaxed tone, "Well I can but try, especially at the request of a lady... though I can make no guarantees as to whether Master Mardax shall join us or whom he will choose as his dance partner.

His opinion of you, eh Jadis?  Have you been ingratiating yourself into his good graces during his brief stay thus far?  Or... do I really not want to know the truth of that?"

Ser Godfrey bowed his head to both Jadis and Ashara as he said, "By your leaves my Lady Ashara, lady Jadis... I will go inquire of Master Mardax as to whether he is inclined to ask one of you lovely ladies for a dance.  Either way, I shall certainly return and make myself available for dancing.

Tension and surprise guests or not... I do not intend to have my celebration of the Harvest Festival stymied."

Ser Godfrey began to take a step or two towards Mardax but lingered long enough to give Ashara or Jadis a final word before he departed their company.

Ashara smiled at Ser Godfrey's compliments. She nodded at Ser Godfrey when he explained what happened."Of course, my father knows what he's doing. And, I'll be careful what I say in public. I won't let my Houses' reputation damaged, especially wrongly."

Ashara giggles when Jadis whispers to her.
"Jadis, you shouldn't let people think such things about you. If you payed more attention to courtesy and etiquette you could have everyone in this hall wrapped around your finger" she said encouragingly when Jadis said she let people think of her as a bit crazy. She blushed when Jadis mentioned her ballad about Lord Kaldor and a goat. "I've composed poems about handsome visiting nobles before, but never one quite like that."
"Free spirit is an excellent description of  my beloved sister. Though, free and occasionally frustrating description would be better" she responded to Ser Gofrey. "My uncle is always looking out for us, I do appreciate it. Tell him Jadis and I will do our best to stay out of trouble."

"Why, thank you, Ser Godfrey. I do adore dancing. I would be more than pleased to dance with either you or lord Mardax" Ashara said with a bright smile.
"I'm not sure we haven't been asked yet, perhaps the men in the hall were intimidated by such a concentration of beauty" she joked.

Ser Godfrey smiled at Ashara as he said, "I have every faith in your discretion and common sense my lady and I am sure you will uphold the honor & reputation of your House just as much as I strive to do everyday.

Though I must admit... I am a bit jealous that I never have a poem composed by your ladyship about me, though I suppose such poems are only for handsome nobles."  Ser Godfrey winked at Ashara to let her know he was only teasing.

Ser Godfrey nodded his head as he said, "I shall inform my brother of your reassurances Lady Ashara.  He does have a tendency to worry, though I suppose he has a lot rising on his strong shoulders... the heavy burden of responsibility."

Ser Godfrey chuckled as he said lightly, "Well no doubt your ladyship and lady Jadis present a formidable front of overwhelming beauty that would daunt the most stouthearted of knights, twisting their tongues as they tried to summon the courage to ask for a dance.  Luckily I have less fear than boldness, so I am willing to brave the dangers wiser men shy away from.

I shall inquire of Master Mardax presently regarding the topic of dance and I shall return, with or without him... one way or another both you ladies shall have your due turn at a dance."

So saying, Ser Godfrey parted from the two young ladies and jauntily approached Mardax at the table.  With a small, polite bow to Mardax, Ser Godfrey said in a respectful but also cheery tone, "Pardon my intrusion your lordship, but now that the music & dancing have started up in earnest in celebration of both the festival as well as the arrival of honored guests such as yourself, I was wondering if perhaps one of the ladies over yonder might tempt your lordship to ask her to dance?

I was planning to ask one of them to dance myself but then I realized that good manners dictates that the guest of honor should be granted the right to make his choice of dance partner first... assuming you are inclined to dance that is."

As the feast continues Lady Tansa leaves lady Ashara and Jadis to their mischief, she feels much more comfortable now that the twins have taken to the corner like the good dogs they are.

Tansa takes hold of Lord Perros arm and when Perros leans into her she whisper into his ear. They begin to walk the room speaking to their guests and introducing those that may not know each other. They are doing their best to host and show the good will to their Banner Man and their Houses.

time passes, ......

The night is not yet over and at one point the lord and his lady take to the dance floor for just one dance. Those of House Kolwyn are all too familiar that once they dance they take their leave, ... the gossip is that dancing gets the Lord's blood flowing, he starts to boil on the inside and only one Dornish women can satisfy his cravings. Its actually a wonder they don't have 20 children by now as they do like to dance often.
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Sitting quietly and eating a little, Makarios keeps watch on the new guests in addition to the representatives from House Kaldor.

Time passes

Jadis quirks a small smile "They'll think it anyways. And the more you try to stop it, the more they'll talk about it. Its just the way of people. The fastest way to become a famous playwright is to have someone forbid your work." She adjusts her scarf and sighs. "Besides, its funny listening to the rumors. I particularly like the one about me secretly being you, while you're me. I'm a tad confused how that works, but its funny." She shakes her head bemused. Moving to give her sister a peck on the cheek, she says "I needs must take my leave for a moment, to arrange some things for tonight."

She pauses to add "And anyone in this hall? It takes more than a title and some shiny armor to get this madwoman's attention." She chuckles and heads off to find some servants, very firmly insisting on the delivery of certain objects to her room, including grease, caltrops, bear traps, and a selection of small bells.

And time rolls on

"Thank you, ser" Ashara says, pleased, at Ser Godfrey’s compliment.
"Whether you should be jealous depends on when I would have written the poem, Ser. I've always been romantically inclined, but when I was younger I was not a very good poet at all" she says to Ser Godfrey. But at least her early attempts at poetry had given Jadis a few laughs, not that she had appreciated it at the time. She giggles at his later remark “Well, nothing brightens a lady’s day like a brave knight who is fond of dancing”
She laughs at the idea of her and Jadis disguised as each other. “That would be fun, if only we could pull it off.”
Ashara smiles at Jadis as Jadis gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Of course, sis, see you soon."
"Jadis..." she says chidingly when Jadis indicated she wasn’t interested in anyone in the hall, but she had no time to raise her objections before Jadis ran off. Oh well, they could always talk later, and anyways she had dancing to look forward to. She is glad to see her parents enjoying dancing together, though a little embarrassed; one never enjoyed rumors about one’s own parents.

Mardax watched everything transpire from his chair, Bridal sitting next to him.  The two ladies gossiping was, amusing.  His eyes focused on the two as they spoke with the twins.  He waited, listened.  Perhaps he had misjudged the bastard. Perhaps she wasn't a simpleton at all.

This was further enforced when Godfrey came to speak with them.  He had to strain a bit to hear, but managed to make the conversation.  His face went sour a moment, but quickly returned to normal.  Him and a goat? No matter, it was probably a lie.  Clever girl indeed.

Godfrey came over and Mardax smiled.  He laughed just lightly. "And here I thought it was you asking me to dance good Ser.  It appears that one of said beautiful ladies has left.  I hope not to continue that ballad.". Looking over at Ashara he smiled before looking back at Godfrey.  "While I would love the chance to get to know Ashara better, outside the presence with her sister, I shall abdicate this first dance to you. I am still a bit weary from the road, and would only wish to dance while I'm at my best."

Ser Godfrey smiled slightly at Mardax's remarks and replied in a polite tone, "No offense Master Mardax, but you're really not my type.  No... I was asking on behalf of the ladies in question... though as you point out, it would appear that one of them could not wait for your reply.

That said, I am sure Lady Ashara would be willing to make allowances for the natural weariness of travel as it might affect your dancing prowess.  However, I shall convey your wish to wait awhile until you are feeling your best.

By your leave Master Mardax, I shall see to it that Lady Ashara is not wanting for a dance partner.  But should you feel your strength return, please feel free to "cut in"."

With a nod of his head to Mardax, Ser Godfrey returned to Ashara and said in a resigned tone, "Master Mardax has kindly allowed me to take this first dance my lady.  He says that he would prefer to dance once he has recovered from the fatigue of his travels, when he will be at his best.

Poor substitute though I am, I do hope you will honor me Lady Ashara by agreeing to be my dance partner for this dance?"

Ser Godfrey offered his hand to Ashara for her to take and join him out in the dancing area.

OOC: I don't know if you want to RP this Ashara or do a time passes on...  I think the GM is planning to advance things soon in any case.

Ashara returns Mardax’s smile. Mardax must be quite the dancer, I’ll like to see that when he’s rested.
She laughs cheerfully. “Don’t sound so resigned to your fate, Ser. Dancing with me is really not so awful, I assure you” She smiled brightly to let Ser Godfrey know she was teasing “I would be most happy to dance with you, Ser Godfrey” she says friendlily. Her violet eyes sparkle with warmth.
Ashara takes Ser Godfrey’s offered hand and lets him lead her over to the dancing.

Ser Godfrey was fairly light on his feet despite his size, perhaps the training if footwork to avoid a blow helped keep a warrior nimble enough not to make a fool of himself on the dace floor.

Ser Godfrey chatted with Ashara as they danced, "Of course it is not awful my dear Lady Ashara, it is as always a joy to spend time in your charming company.  If I sounded resigned it was only because I am sure I shall not compare well to Master Mardax once he is fully ready to take to the dance floor.

Your ladyship should know how much we men hate coming up short in comparison to other men."

Ser Godfrey smiled at Ashara as he continued in a softer tone, "So what do you think of Master Mardax thus far?  I admit that I have not really had the opportunity to speak with him much, thus I have yet to truly take the measure of the man.

And where has Jadis gone off to?  You know, Master Mardax did make mention of a "ballad" when I spoke with him, I fear that he may have overheard at least part of Jadis's remarks earlier.  Though to be sure, Master Mardax did not seem particularly upset... so perhaps he has a certain sense of humor about such things?"

Ashara loves dancing. She is quick and graceful as she dances, doing her best as she knows with her position they will attract a great deal of attentions; she wondered what the others in the hall would think about her dancing first with Ser Godfrey. Her skirts swirl around her as she dances enthusiastically. She is pleased that Ser Godfrey seems to be able to keep up with her, if not excel.
"Thank you, Ser, that's a kind thing to say. I must say I enjoy your company as well" she says cheerfully. "You are dancing quite well so far, Ser"
"Oh, by now I've noticed men are always competitive when there are pretty maidens about"

Ashara considers for a moment, then replies in a equally soft tone "Lord Mardax is a bit strange... but interesting. He's well traveled, and he was friendly to me. On the other hand, he seems to have taken a disliking to my sister"
"I believe Jadis is just arranging a few things. She should be back soon" Ashara says calmly. She blushes at the news that Mardax had overheard Jadis' bawdy joke. "Oh dear!" she says. She nods at Ser Godfrey's next statement. "Well, a relief to know he isn't upset, and good to know he has a sense of humor" she adds, relieved.

Well it was doubtful anyone would make too much of Ser Godfrey dancing with Ashara, after all this was hardly the first social occasion with the Ravenhowes visiting the Kolwyns (or vice versa).  And Ser Godfrey was one of the few socially acceptable bachelors free to dance with ladies like Ashara, as such this was hardly the first time the two had danced together.  That said, Ser Godfrey had made the proper overture to the visiting Mardax, offering the honored guest the opportunity to dance with Ashara first.  If Mardax declined, Ser Godfrey could hardly be reprimanded for stepping into the gap.

Ser Godfrey chuckled as he replied, "Well men are pretty competitive regardless of who is about, though having an audience certainly makes them more so... and, as your ladyship points out, if some among the audience are indeed desirable fair maidens with beauty capable of enflaming the heart's desire... well "competitive" may not be strong enough a descriptor.

Though I wonder... are ladies not prone to a bit of friendly, polite competition when available, eligible young men are around?"

Ser Godfrey lowered his tone as he added, "Well the bit about having a "sense of humor" may be pure speculation on my part.  It could be that Master Mardax is just not one to openly show his feelings, though as I said I did not detect any particular ranker in his tone when he referred to "the ballad" Jadis was working on.  We can only hope that his calm demeanor means that no real offense was taken.

Still... this "ballad episode" is exactly the sort of thing I was expressing a concern about earlier... namely that there's just no telling when "loose talk" not meant for certain ears may still end up reaching them."

Jadis Sand

As she takes her leave the servants are not sure how to take some of her requests. They all seem to be confused and concerned if the measures and items such as the bear trap are real or if she was joking so they take no action and wait to see if she will ask again or forget.


Lady Tansa & Lord Perros

After their dance they circle the room giving those about a farewell before their exit.


The Red Twins

Ariel stays close to Isa like a watch dog guarding his master. And Isa keeps one eye on Jadis until she leaves. Then she takes notice the lord and lady as they dance.

Mardax keeping a close watch on the Red Twins notices them as they don't really hide their actions or even try to be conservative on there facial expressions. It clear their attention was 1st Jadis them the lord and lady. He also noticed that Isa was almost smiling in content as if remembering (daydreaming) something as they were dancing.

Shortly after the Lord and Lady leave The Twins ask to be taken to their room.


Archibald Sands

Since the events in the courtyard he has gone unseen. Most assume that he has his hands full with the boy trying to keep him alive and heal him the best possible.


House RavenHowne

Some of the lesser knights of Ravenhowne gather by their table to discuss who is staying and who will be leaving the morning. Many are asking who will travel out and see if the claims of an ambush were real or not.


House Kaldor

House Kaldor has a small showing for this years feast mainly because they are preparing their lands and have a greater distance to cover for the upcoming wedding. Of course there concerns of the pass and Dorne's safety is something they always think about especially because their lead knights and men will escort the heads of the family to Kings Landing. Among the many things they are also keepers and loyalist to the Martell's.


The Kolwyn's

Ronan has finialy drank himself to a stupor, and can barely walk. Upon his exit he pushes away anyone that try's to help. Yelling at them and insulating them as he stumbles away. By the door he grasps a last mug from one of his guests "You wouldn't mind, ..." holds it up "I do not fear the Black because its the Red that is a terror" he holds up the mug, drinks & drops the mug on the floor as he exits.


Dinning Hall

It has become the dead of night - The music has slowed and the feast for those no longer interested in drinking is over. One by one or in small groups many begin to exit and head to their room. The servants are now beginning to clean up after the guest.
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Several hours have past and the feast is now over. All the guest have been taken to their rooms. not all the rooms have a fire to keep warm but bed furs have been given to made up for it.

The chill of the night air slowly begins to fill the castle chambers. The only thing to keep you warm on this cool night are the bed furs. Kolwyn Hold is quite, only the occasional guard walks the corridors.

OOC: if no one posts, I will given until Friday morning and then continue to push the story along. HINT: This is the time for those that may want to sneak around.

Mardax watched the happenings as they went. He watched how graceful Ashara was, and paid attention to the twins.  Something was up with them, but he couldn't quite tell what.

soon he was one of the last people in the hall, and just shrugged to bridal before standing to depart.  A servant came in, and handed Mardax a letter before departing.  Mardax said his goodnight and he and brindal  went to their room.

time passes.

That night..

Jadis had been most insistent with the servants and more than a little vexed that she had had to assure that, yes, she was serious.

Now she stood over a pile of gear, looking over the assembled mass thoughtfully. Many ladies spent their days in gossip, embroidery or other mundane and trivial pursuits. Jadis, on the other hand, had always been approached life from her own unique angle. For most, the only marks of this that they were exposed to were the hare brained adventures and tomboy fancies. Very few had any idea how far down the rabbit Jadis was willing to go or how thorough she was about it.

One of her peculiar traits, mostly unseen and yet possibly one of the more dangerous was lay in forethought. This lady had planned for many eventualities merely for the joy of it, from avalanches to pirates(regular) to pirates(romantic) to the dead rising. While admittedly many of her plans could be summed as 'run, screaming, for the hills' others were a bit more elaborate.

Looking down at Brutus, now in her riding leathers, Jadis smiles "You know, this is probably going to be a waste. Any would be trouble makers would be mad to actually try anything. But they say I'M mad, so I guess it works out. And hey, it'll be fun!" Brutus merely snorts and rolls his eyes, flopping down on the carpet. Jadis sighs "Fine. Be that way."

That said, she began her preparations, whistling a jaunty tune. The window was thrown open and the grease liberally applied to the window sill and the outer walls. The bells were lined up on the inner sill, ready to topple and ring. The traps and caltrops were coated with ash to hide their gleaming metal and placed carefully around the room; near the door, under the window, nestled in the smoldering coals of the fireplace and one of the bear traps was even glued to the bottom of the garderober's privy seat. Several heavy books were placed atop the seat, ensuring it'd take a good hard push to open it should anyone decide to climb the chute.

Jadis set down several oil lamps and looked over her preparations, nodding to herself. Hefting her stick, Jadis used it to rap on the door between her and Ashara's room "Ashara! Are you in there?" She pauses for a moment, then asks "Are you in there ALONE? Because I saw you dancing with Godfrey and I will geld him if he's in there with you."

Ashara curtsied to Ser Godfrey once they'd finish dancing and said farewell fondly. She gave Mardax a smile before leaving. She waved farewell to her uncle and Maester Archibald.

"I'm here, sis" Ashara responds to Jadis' question. "Jadis! Yes, I'm alone, no need to resort to violence to protect my virtue"

Jadis smirked faintly and forced a tone of saccharine faux worry in her voice "I was just concerned for your well being! He is a very charming knight and they say his lance can pierce solid steel with but a single thrust. I'm told that even in King's Landing they know him as the Bane of Maidens!" She bit down on knuckle and stifled a giggle. After a moment of choking back laughter, Jadis forced out "You still want to stay with me tonight? In case of mad Red Priests or knights who can knock on a door with their hands tied behind their backs?"

Ser Godfrey finished his dance with Ashara and bowed politely to his partner before rejoining his brother at the Ravenhowe table.  He quietly observed the Red Twins and their reaction to Lord & Lady Kolwyn.

He discussed the plans for the reconnaissance in force scheduled for early tomorrow morning.  The entire Raven's Claws would be riding out along with Ser Godfrey, so they knew to get their rest and cut back on the wine & merrymaking that they would otherwise have indulged in.  Ser Godfrey also advised his cadre of knights to sleep lightly, perhaps even in "watches" as Ser Godfrey did not fully trust the Red Priests or their entourage.

As the party wound down, Ser Godfrey took his leave of his brother Ser Hassan and then made his way discretely to the prison cells within Kolwyn Hold in search of Maester Archibald with the idea that he wanted to check on how the mute prisoner was doing under the Maester's care (and perhaps discover if the prisoner had been forthcoming, as much as possible given his impaired condition, regarding recent events).

Taking a break from his as yet incomplete task of bringing the castles newest prisoner back to full health to let both his on mind, and the body of the no longer at risk man, rest a bit before deciding how much of the remaining night to invest in the project Maester Archibald stops by the conclusion of the festivities to make sure they close down properly.

Once assured that things are in motion in the proper direction Maester Archibald begins his normal nightly rounds, unwilling to let minor disturbances interrupt predictability and the importance of consistent behavior.  Included in these rounds but by no means descriptive of their full extent is a stop off at Jadis's chambers to ensure that she is actually sleeping, and not keeping her sister awake again.  Passing through her door with little more than a perfunctory single soft knock to ensure that she is not surprised by his presence some time after he enters the room Maester Archibald joins Jadis at her all to common post at Lady Ashara's adjoining door.

”Jadis I am quite sure that Lady Ashara wishes nothing more than to sleep quietly after such an eventful night, particularly so as another long day is no doubt ahead of us all tomorrow, let us leave her to her sleep and seek the same of our own, or at least as much as we can before the needs of the castle require us all to wake and attend them once again.”  Offering a gentle but insistent guidance back to her own bed with his hands on the back of both of her shoulders Maester Archibald ensures that Jadis at least makes an attempt to comply with his advice before quietly excusing himself from the room to continue rounds that lead him past all the other rooms that house nobles of permanent residence in the castle checking outside their doors for obvious signs of troubled sleep or other discomforts often hidden by excessive pride in the light of day.

Jadis smiled patiently and raised her hands. "I'll let my sweet sister sleep soundly." She chuckled to herself and lowers her voice "Though I think she might wait up with fire poker in hand, just in case of Red Priests." She shook her head and, dodging adroitly around his gently ushering, moved to her desk and took a seat. "I have a few things to finish, then I'll be abed just like a good girl. Sweet slumber to you, Maester."
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"Jadis!" Ashara objects halfheartedly, giggling along with her sister. "I had no idea Ser Godfrey was such a formidable... jouster. I-"
She blushes and quiets down as Maester Archibald intervened. "It's all right, Maester Archibald. my sister wasn't bothering me. It will be a long day tomorrow, with all our guests to deal with. See you in the morning, Maester." She settles down in her bed and closed her eyes, lest she too draw Maester Archibald's chiding.

Ashara began to speak softly to her sister after the Maester had departed, trying to keep her voice low so they wouldn't be overheard.
"Getting caught staying up late discussing your latest scheme. Doesn't that bring back memories of our girlhood?" she said, giggling softly. "Only lucky for me, I'm now too old for my father to spank when this scheme inevitably gets me into trouble again."

Jadis laughed softly and quietly pulled a stone from the wall between their rooms, loosened years ago. She crouched and peered through the hole into Ashara's rom with a smile and said quietly "Oh, it does bring back memories. Remember that time we managed to covered in all that sticky sap? And I managed to get myself so stuck to that three hundred year old tapestry that they had to cut me free?" She snickered, shaking her head. "Now that got me a spanking. My children are going to be born with bruised bottoms." She pats her own bottom. "Just thinking about it brings back the sting." Jadis turned from the little hole and looked around her room at her preparations "So, you still up for a sleep over? Or you feel safe enough in your own room? I still have a few spare bear traps if you want some!"

Mardax went up to his room, and once he and bridal were inside, he finally opened the letter, reading its contents, and thinking over the nights happenings.

"Oh, gosh, I remember. How could I forget?" Ashara giggled. She winced and rubbed her bottom in memory. "It didn't seem funny at the time. Or for a few days afterwards"
"Yes, thank you. It means a lot to me that you look out for me, sis" she said fondly. "Just remember to pick up the bear traps in the morning. We don't want the servants to think you're trying to kill them."

Jadis snickered "Oh, I leave surprises for the servants all the time. Though I've yet to leave a bear trap for any of them. But they have learned what happens if they go mucking about with my desk." That said, she gathered her supplies and gave Ashara's treatment the same as her own: Grease, bells, caltrops and bear traps. In short order the room was rather securely thoroughly trapped. Looking over her work, Jadis mused. "It might sound insane, but I'm pretty sure that going through the effort means we'll be undisturbed while, if we'd just gone to bed, we most certainly would have been disturbed. I'll leave the door between our rooms cracked, okay? Just in case the monster under the bed comes back." With a wink, she returned to her own room.

Her last preparations were simple. A few pillows to simulate a sleeping body, lights lowered til they flickered, casting ample shadows, a loaded Brutus tucked under the bed and herself resting on a comfortable cushion in shadows of a corner, scarf wrapped firmly wrapped around her head until only her eyes could be seen. Soon, she drifted off into a light doze.

=end nocturnal fun=

Ashara gives Jadis a hug before she left. "Good night, sis!" Soon she was fast asleep.

Time passes
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Mardax reads the letter and knows its content to be true as its signature is only from one man who always discloses himself with the signature Both in Arms. The seal is also from his house. There is no doubt that this letter come from family.

OOC: we do not have a family chart up for you yet so I could not use a proper name witch is fine for now but to continue, and for it all to make sense we must finish for family tree ASAP
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The night pass without incident. Most do not sleep well with the thoughts of the 'enemy within their house.'

Before the sun raises Ronan is ready to travel he along knocks and awakens those that have been asked to travel out and investigate the ambushed location of the Red Twins. His is in full armor weapon at his side.

For those still sleeping they awake to a heavy knock. The sound of a gauntlet with 5 stern knocks followed by "WE LEAVE IN 2 HOURS". regardless of the response he does not reply and walks to the next door on his list until all are awakened with or without a reply answer.

Ronan is the first ready with horse in the courtyard. He is excited to catch these in a lie.

Outside the castle walls the men are still asleep, with only a few left on guard.

Mardax read the letter, let bridal read and they went to rest.  The next morning, bridal went to prep the men for travel, while Mardax requested an audience in private with the lord and lady.
This message was last edited by the player at 18:36, Tue 29 Apr 2014.

Ser Godfrey was frequently an early riser as he liked to train in the early morning hours before most of the Ravenhowe household woke up.  Thus Ronan did not get an answer from Ser Godfrey in the morning because Ser Godfrey was already in the courtyard engaging in a little early morning weapon practice with his squire and son Oliver.  Ser Godfrey heads back to his room to quickly wash and change just as Ronan is heading down to the courtyard to ready his mount.  Soon after, Ser Godfrey returns "ready for battle" to the courtyard as Oliver brings forth his mount as well as Ser Godfrey's mount.  Not long after that, the various members of the Raven's Claws make their way to the courtyard to prepare for departure.  As they do that, their respective squires head to the kitchens to retrieve "portable breakfast rations" that can be eaten in the saddle on the way to the alleged ambush site.

Ashara rises and yawns; she hadn't slept well. Still, she was irritatingly cheerful. "Rise and shine, sister, we've got guests to take care of. And we've got study, chores, needlework, lots to do!" she sings out cheerfully.
"Well, there's nobody caught in the traps, and I'm not tied up with some sinister Red Priest leering at me, so I guess the Twins didn't try anything. Still, better safe than sorry" she says to Jadis. She busies herself picking up some of the traps before any of the servants end up skewered.

Ser Hassan himself had been praying in the sept before dawn in full armor, he prayed to each aspect for some time. Paying each equal devotion but falling upon the warrior last. "I pray to you the father, so that my judgement today may be sound and true, that I may never stray, so that I may look over my men as their own fathers would, that I can bring them home to safety, to the loving arms of their families." He stood up and walked along to the next aspect, the mother. "Mother I beg you for your compassion, that I may show my enemies the mercy they deserve in your eyes, and so that I may receive mercy in turn." He moved to the next statue, the Maiden, "Maiden here my prayers, I speak to you for the safety of my Daughter Fatimah, so that she may remain safe in your embrace." Standing up he kissed the statue of the maiden upon her cheeks. Hassan moved and prayed upon the anvil that represented the smith. "To you I plead that my armor stays strong, and protects me as I search for the truth." He saw the lantern that represented the crone and lit a small candle with in it, "Guide me today as I scour Dorne, and shed light upon these heathens, determine lies, from the truth." It was then that Hassan came upon the warrior, "Warrior guide my spear, make my aim true, and my strategy sound, that should this day come upon us, allow me to become your servant upon this ground, and that now enemy may strike us down." Standing up he said in an echoing voice, "Praise the Seven!"

Taking his gear he left the sept and walked out onto the training ground to see Godfrey and his natural born son Oliver. "Good morning Gentlemen," he said to the two of them. "Oliver your form is shaping up quite nicely, keep up the hard work and you'll be dropping your father on his ass in no time."

The sun has just creep-up over the horizon, the ground is quickly drying from the early morning dew and the horse and men are just about ready to leave.

Ronan is mounted and looking about "Were is Makarios and his hunters we may need them if we have to track any bandits." Ronan seem to be mad at the world again. He hates to leave the castle with the Twins still around and doesn't want to loss time in the ride out to the site.

Lord Perros and Lady Tansa are not present in the courtyard, and the lord has instructed Ronan to take the lead on this venture to the ambush site.

The element of surprise will be lost if the group doesn't head out now before the rest awaken. "If there is anyone missing they will have to catch up," giving the finial command Ronan raise is right hand and waves it forward "RIDE, ... " The gates quickly open and those present follow him out of the courtyard and past the main gates.

To the left of the road as the men head out are several of the Twins men unprepared when seeing the horse ride pass, some seem startled and others confused.

Already up, and back to work checking the specifics of the wounded man Master Archibald has his door open before it can be pounded on, offering a polite thanks for the service.

”Thank you Ronan, I will be ready to depart presently.”  Weather a lie, or simply a misconstruction of the term presently and the concept of time the Maester is very nearly the last one ready to depart, having so many things to set in motion before abandoning the direct supervision of the now more comfortably resting and recovering man, and managing to pack him away into the relative safety of the wagon for transport back to the site of the incident, where his knowledge may be of use even without words.

Jadis yawned and stretched, then laughed. "<Royalred>Yeah.. but you know how it is. If we'd just gone to bed we would've woken tied to stakes and about to be set on fire.</Royalred>" She started clearing up the traps, piling the lethal metal into a heap in the corner. "I'm going with the expedition to that supposed ambush site, okay? Brutus needs his walksies and I feel like stretching my legs. Also, I just have that itch, you know?" She gathered her supplies, including a thick book. "Will you be fine without me?"

With no small amount of fatherly pride mixed with the pride of being his squire's mentor, Sir Godfrey replied in an amused tone, "Good morning brother, nice of you to encourage the boy.  I'm sure one day he may do just that... but not quite yet.  Still it will be quite a moment to remember... I can still recall when we were younger the first time I managed to knock your ass down Hassan.  Granted you made me pay for it several times over, but the day the student becomes the teachers is always a special one."  Ser Godfrey gave his older brother a friendly wink and then directly Oliver to ready the mounts.


Ser Godfrey, his visor up, gave the startled Red Twin men a warm smile and a friendly wave as he, his brother, and their knights rode out into the early dawn.

Ser Godfrey discretely directed a couple of his Raven's Claws to keep their eyes open on the Red Twin men, to make sure none of them seemed to organizing some sort of hostility or perhaps even a pursuit.  Godfrey did not expect them to act so brazenly but it never hurt to be prepared.

Ashara laughs along with her sister. "True enough. I certainly wouldn't put it past the Red Twins, and I'm taking no chances while they are around" She neatens up the pile of traps Jadis left. Just because her sister was playing with dangerous killing machines was no reason to be messy about it.
"Aww, going to leave me all alone with the Red Twins?" Ashara replies, pouting, when Jadis says she's going along on the expedition. "You just want to get out of needlework" She hated to be parted from her sister under these circumstances, with Jadis going into unknown danger and herself stuck with the twins.
"I'll be all right, even with the twins prowling about." Ashara takes one of her throwing knives, tosses it up and catches it. She was a Dornish girl, and not completely helpless. "But I know how you can get, so promise me you'll stay out of trouble on the expedition! Uncle Hassan can't watch you and keep his eye out for trouble." She sighed, clearly worried. "I should go pray for the expedition... this whole thing doesn't feel right. Take care of yourself!" She hugs Jadis goodbye.

The morning sun can be seem raising over the rocky terrain. Soon after the men have been seen off to investigate, two men-at-arms from the Amaranth Dawn camp site have entered and made their way to the quarter of the Twins. Quickly after there arrival they leave back to the camp site outside the castel and the men are now breaking camp.

After about an hour Ariel & Isa leave their room and enter the dining hall. Ariel appearing troubled or nervous once again. Isa makes her way with her brother to the table were the Lady of House Kolwyn and family tend to eat.

Isa scans the room closely "My Lords and Ladies thank you for the hospitality after we eat we should head back home. I will make sure our lord knows of your generosity on our travel here to your home."

Ashara bathes and dresses formally before heading down to breakfast; she has guests, after all. She is careful to arm herself with her throwing knives before she left.

She joins her mother and father at the table and sits down. "Good morning, my lord father, my lady mother. I hope all is well" she says warmly

Ashara regards Ariel and Isa curiously when they come up to her parents. "Thank you, Isa, we take pride in our hospitality" she says courteously.
I wonder why Ariel is so upset... and why they are leaving right now. Why arrive so strangely just to leave immediately after? Do they know about the expedition? I hope not... "Must you leave so quickly? You have only just arrived..." she said to Isa and Ariel, hoping their reaction might reveal why they were leaving so quickly.


22:25, Today: Ashara Kolwyn rolled 20 using 6d6, dropping the 2 lowest rolls with rolls of 5,6,1,4,5,1. Awareness: Empathy. I'm trying to figure out if I can pick up anything about why Ariel is so upset

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 257):


Clearly Ariel is an agree man, he seems to always get easily unset. It reminds you of a young servant boy that would give tantrums when things didn't go his way or was told no. Also he sticks to his sister like a child would his only parent. You understand why many believe they are lovers, especially the way Isa talks to him.


Isa replies to Ashara, "No love we can not stay, pressing matters have called us this far and we must return to our lord, he waits us." Then speaking to the Lord & Lady of the house, "As we said on our arrival we only came this far to leave you our gift and to rest comfortably, safely for the night."

"The young pretty bastard girl I don't see here? Is she well? Perhaps to much wine at the feast, I was very interested in speaking with her again," she scans the rooms once again.

"Pressing matters? My, I hope it's nothing serious. I wish you a calmer journey than your trip here" Ashara says politely.
"I'm afraid my sister wasn't feeling well" she lies. "I'll pass along your friendly wishes to her, perhaps you two can exchange letters."

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 259):

In a low voice, the tone is sarcastic "Yes, letters in the night, that seems real enough, .... You enjoy being this condescending, perhaps you practice or maybe its just natural"

"Its child's play and I will have no more of it, sister let us he gone with this place." He then bows his head to the lady and lord, Isa follows his lead.
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Mardax comes back in with lord perros, and grabs his seat to have a quick bite.  His eyes are on Ashara, and what looks the tail end of an encounter with the twins, before they leave.

He eats in silence, watching the twins leave, then giving a smile to Ashara, offering her the seat next to him.

Jadis, back in her leathers, watches from a small alcove as the twins leave. She gives a roll of her eyes and sticks her tongue out at the twin's back as they live. Throwing Ashara a jaunty salute and giving a servant a few instructions as to supplies and horse, she takes a round about trek to the castle's postern gate. Once the servant has arrived with her steed, she saddles up and takes off after the scouting party.

Ashara is taken aback by Ariel's rudeness, unsure of what she had done to provoke him. " Even a child knows better than to insult his host's daughter. If this is child's play, you are quite inadequate for the task." she shoots back
In a more polite tone, she adds "Farewell, Isa."
After the Twins have left, Ashara waves to Jadis as she leaves.

Ashara returns Mardax's smile, and walks over to him. She curtsies in greeting. "My lord, I hope you are well this morning. All rested and ready to dance today?" she said.
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Mardax stands as Ashara approached, giving a slight bow.  He smiles as she talks about the dance, and nods his head.

"I am doing quite well, and I would love to dance.  But, it would have to be now, as I also must leave.  Bridal is already preparing my men.".

"Finally ready to dance and leaving right away? Now, surely you are teasing me" Ashara replied regretfully. She blew a kiss to Mardax. "Farewell for now, my lord. I hope we meet again soon."

He smiled and bowed lightly his head.  Standing, he smiled.

"At least I will know I have your prayers for a safe return.  What more can one want."

Kissing her hand, then turning to her parents. He bowed.

"Thank you my Lord and lady.  I hope to see you soon, but if not, I think I shall see you at the wedding."

With another look at Ashara, he leaned in to kiss her cheek, and whispered something.  Then, he left the hall, found his men and departed.

Ariel, Isa and their men have broken camp and by noon they as well have left. According to them they will be headed west back to their lord.

Slowly but surely the castle gets back to normal with the exception of the few that have left for the ambush site.

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