When Lord Ascar scolded Mathys, he felt his face flush, for his father's and his twin where the only two opinions of him that mattered, to the second son." Father, what you call rudeness, is what am call being wary. A dirty,ragged man,standing in the middle of road, claims to be a Lord. I handled the situation as I thought best." But as the last word slipped off his tongue, Mathys knew it was a wasted effort. His father had already made up his mind upon the matter. So the young knight fell in next to Lord Ascar for the short ride back.
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In reply to Ser Mathys Ashfield (msg # 29):

With no one listening he speak kindly to his son "Yes, very well then perhaps I would have done the same. He does look like a mess."
This message was last updated by the GM at 15:19, Tue 16 Dec 2014.

Mardax listened to Ser Edric, as he talked about the confrontation with Vernon Steiner, and his mood soured some.  His eyes darkened, but a small smirk crossed his lips when he said that his brother had killed one of Steiner's men.  But he remained silent for now.


When introduced, he bowed his head to Lord Ascar, but when the lord started to speak, he smirked some.  With a shake of his head, he looked at Lord Ascar.  "No, my Lord.  I never claimed to be son of Regenard Kaldor.  Unless their are more Kaldor's then I am aware, such a man does not exist.  I am son of Lord, Prince Reinard Kaldor of Kaldor Tower & Guardian of the Prince's Pass, since you were trying to add in his titles."

His eyes locked on with Lord Ascar as he spoke, showing the man that he was being formal, but the test, while possibly necessary, wasn't appreciated.  Nor was the mispronunciation of his fathers name.

In reply to Mardax Kaldor (msg # 31):

Lord Ascar breaks out with a laugh, then smiling with a reply, .... "You are a Lord Prince's son and well spoke to add. Well my son Mathy's I think you should speak the words that are stinging a little, because this man seems to be who he claims, who else could he be if not himself."

"Ser Eric lets continue and extend to the young lord of Kaldor our hospitalities, as best as we can. We should see Blackhaven within the hour." He turns his horse to heads back too, from which he came. "Rikard stay with your brother, and try to keep him out of trouble."

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Mardax smiled a bit at Lord Ascar, and nodded.  "Well, diplomacy is one weapon I usually wield fairly well, my lord.  I thank you for the hospitality and lift to Blackhaven.  Hopefully, my family has beaten me there." 

He gave a smug look to Mathys, as his father told him to speak the words, seeming to wait and relish the words that would come.

    It's not until his father says his name a second time that Rikard is shaken out of his morose reverie.  With some hesitation he calls out, "Yes father?" while spurring his mount forward.  As he approaches he looks about with more than a little confusion but says nothing, hoping his father doesn't realize that he has no idea what he is suppose to do.
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 When Lord Ascar made words that Mathys should ask Mardax's pardon, his frown deepened,is such was possible. " My Lord Father, I did what  I thought good sense, in the matter of my treatment of Lord Kaldor. Until recently, he was the enemy, a worthy one to be sure,but still the enemy. I cannot shift my attitudes when  I encounter a Warrior of Dorne, overnight.   I think with all things considered, I acted appropriately." Mathys expression then become stoic, but he did nod to Mardax,as one Knight might when greeting another.

Yes M'Lord, I will show Lord Mardax to an open seat on one of the carts as he has requested. After showing Mardax a place to sit, Edric remounts his horse and takes his place at the front of the column. Donning his helmet, Edric want to make sure he looked impressive  and formidable to the lords of both Dorne and the Stormlands.

Time Pass
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Mardax in truth did no fault the knight for his questioning.  After all, he hardly looked the stuff of lords.  Under the grime was once a fine set of clothes, but the only thing he still had of any lordly value was his castleforged steel.

He continued to smirk, but nodded to the knight.  "Do not fault him my lord.  Other then being a bit abrassive, he did well by you.  I am sure in time, with this new peace and brotherhood we are finally joining, me and your son might be good friends."

Mardax had a way with words, and then followed Edric to the cart, where he quickly hopped on.  Then, he went to work trying to clean some of the worst grim off him and his outfit.  He didn't wish to be seen by his family like this... or worse, Ashara.

 Well, the current drama having been concluded, Mathys looked at his younger brother. "Well  Rikard, we are nearly at our destination. Wine, women and song. Did I mention women?" He said with a smirk upon his lips,as he winked to his younger brother. Mathys enjoyed teasing Rikard, because he tended to be on the reserved side. " Now remember,brother, you bed wenches, not sheep. We are guests after all." Laughter followed the jape.

     Letting his horse lead the way, Rikard lets out a deep, resigned sigh at his older brother's joke while regarding him with an incredulous eye.  Not even cracking a smile, Rickard replies in a matter-of-fact tone, "Unlike some, I've never been so drunk as to not know the difference between the two, brother."
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In reply to Cyra Vyraes (msg # 11):

Roland smiled at Lady Vyraes after lifting his visor, "Well it would be my honor to carry your favor at the tournament my lady." Though only 14 he did look on the brawnier side, he had the build of a knight, and at 5'6" he has not finished growing. Roland puffed out his chest to make himself appear as tall as possible.

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 18):

Seeing the look of shock Hassan chuckled, "See a ghost from your past Ashara?" He rubbed his jawline with his hand, "Aislin though I was growing to look too much like the mountain men of the north, said it was not becoming, and that she did not marry a northern barbarian, she was quite insistent upon that."

Ashara giggles uncontrollably, her uncle's appearance bringing back pleasant memories of her childhood. "Maybe I have. You've dropped years, uncle. It makes me feel like a little girl again." She looks mock-worried. "Like you are about to chase down me and Jadis after we get in trouble yet again."

His explanation, though, brings back present circumstances. She shrugs. "I guess I'm different from Aunt Aislin. I rather like the northern barbarian look."

She looks over at Roland. "Soon to be a knight. They grow up so fast, uncle..."

Bron watched the set up for the tournament. He noticed the black eagle above him, sitting on one of the high towers. Sundancer's powerful eyes seem to be peering at something below, and the bird fanned out its wings, as if ready to dive. Only when Bron looked carefully at the beast did it seem to reconsider.

He followed the raptor's gaze, and wondered what could be antagonizing him so. Then he saw...Ashara and her uncle, speaking together. He looked back up at the bird. Was it just an animal? Did it pick up on his feelings? Was it something altogether different? He did not know. What he did feel was the powerful mix of contrary emotions as he too watched Ashara and her uncle.

In reply to Ser Hassan Ravenhowe (msg # 10):

I actually spent half the night turning my guts out. Most of it did end up in the chamber pot so the servants shouldn't be too mad. Fatimah says breathing somewhat heavily. Actually lets think of nicer things. Can I just assume it would be tacky to give myself my own favor at the melee?

Ashara smiles indulgently. "Oh, Fatimah, that would be very tacky indeed. But you have no need to do so. You are a very pretty young lady, if you'll just let me fix your hair and pick out the right dress for you the young men of Dorne and the North will be falling all over themselves to ask for your favor."

Mardax listened to the two brothers speak about bedding sheep, shaking his head.  Well, what can one expect from Reachmen anyway?  He continued to clean himself up, as best he could, but was always looking around when they started again towards Blackhaven, as if looking for someone.


Time Passes?
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Time passes

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 42):

"Ashara surely you can do better then that," Hassan said with a smile at her as he turned to address his daughter. "Perhaps a Knight will ask for your favor, after which you will force his back into the sand, so to speak," Hassan placed his hand on Roland's Shoulder he smiled up at his dad.
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Ashara sighs, exasperated. "We need to talk, uncle. Privately."

It was then that Ashara heard the voice of her Aunt ring from off the hall, "I concur Ashara; We do need to talk." Aislin looked at the other two women, one being her daughter. "Pardon us ladies," she bowed her head gently. She guided Hassan and Ashara to another more private forum.


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To a Private thread.

Ashara curtsies to her aunt and follows along after her. "Please excuse me, Cyra, Fatimah."

Time passes

Time passes.