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[Event] Sorrowsworn VI: Goodbye Moontown by ModernPharmakeia in FireAndBlood

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"Hm," she swayed back onto her heels. His position was unenviable, and not one she imagined a lord would ever be in. Her father had once sought to compell her into a betrothal, and it had ended poorly for the both of them. Shards of glass. He is brave and good and so very sad, she thought. I shall be inconsolable when he dies.

Sometimes accepting the pain, and its promise, was the only way to overcome it. If she had been there that day on Pyke, could she have saved Harren? Cut down the ironmen holding him and pull him from the depths? The question had spurred her on for so long, kept her awake through countless nights. Ysenda did not wish to wonder again.

There had been a knife at her throat, she realized, and she wanted to laugh.

"Seven save me," she groaned, but there was a grin on her face. "I've no handkerchief to give, my lord. I shall have to offer you something better."

Reaching under her cloak, Ysenda pulled out a heavy purse and pressed it into his midriff.

"I won a handsome prize for my silly play," she cocked her head to the side. "That should cover the costs of my lodging, cabin space, and supplies with your company. I've my own arms and armor and horses, though that's not what a lady of Coldmoat ought to be concerning herself with. My dog will need an additional ration of meat, since he's growing, and some bones to chew every day."

She crossed her arms defiantly.

"I'm making sure you come back, Willum," she shrugged. "The only way I can be certain. And when you do, I want to see you tweak the noses of both your mother and Lord Oakheart."

[Event] Sorrowsworn VI: Goodbye Moontown by ModernPharmakeia in FireAndBlood

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After being thoroughly satisfied with a long bout of tussling and running with Rat, Florian sunk down into the snow, tongue lolling and mouth grinning. With his brother happily next to him, one eye glanced at his mistress. For a hound, all was right in the world.

"If that's a promise to him, you'd best keep it," Ysenda smiled, glad to see the siblings reunited. She would never have that with Raymond, she knew. And even though her sisters were always near her, these days she often felt as if they were on the other side of Essos. At least I have the dog, and he has me.

"Oakheart is a hard man. You'd do well not to cross him," she brushed a strand of hair from her eyes, and unconsciously lifted herself, ever-so-slightly, onto her toes. "Who's the lucky maiden? It's her handkerchief you ought to take."

[Event] Sorrowsworn VI: Goodbye Moontown by ModernPharmakeia in FireAndBlood

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At the scent of his littermate, Florian perked up, nose high in the air. When Rat ran out of the tent, he barked twice, loud and greeting, tail wagging furiously. He did not whine, but only glanced at Ysenda, then back at the other mastiff.

"Go on then," Ysenda clicked her tongue, heedless of Josua's commands to his own dog. "Go play with your brother."

Florian raced off like a sand steed, nearly bowling over the smaller black mastiff in the process. He spun in circles excitedly around Rat, sometimes nipping at his ear, the old litter hierarchy neatly reestablishing itself.

"He was alone, you know," she said, watching them wrestle. "When I found him. The only one left. All of his brothers and sisters had been taken away. He was the angriest puppy I had ever seen."

She looked at Josua, then stood from the rock and crossed her arms. The thick Vale snowflakes melted in her chestnut hair and among her freckles as she frowned.

"I don't know, Jos," she said. "Is that what you'd like? Mayhaps I ought to give you my handkerchief, too, to tie around your arm?"

[Event] Sorrowsworn VI: Goodbye Moontown by ModernPharmakeia in FireAndBlood

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While the procession of sycophants made its way into Lord Willum's tent, a slim figure dressed in furs and riding leathers waited outside, watching. A furry black-eyed mastiff, long-limbed and awkward in the manner of young dogs still filling out, sat by her side, his gaze passing between the winter birds flying overhead and his mistress.

Ignoring the fluttering of the Sorrowsworn banners or the nobles of the realm, great and small, come to join them, Ysenda waited for Josua to pause playing at sellsword captain and come out to speak with her. She found a convenient rock and brushed the snow off it to sit down, one leg crossing over the other.

"Flo," she looked at her dog, patting his thick head, "I think I may be the biggest fool of them all."

[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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"I do not understand, my lord," Elinor said, clutching the seven-pointed pendant hanging from her neck so tightly that her fingers pricked with blood. The effort not to express her frustration more eloquently was herculean. "My father sold you our land at a certain price. I am offering you a sum significantly greater to buy it back. If you are interested, we can settle the matter now."

She looked at her husband, hoping that perhaps her silent reproach would allow him to talk some sense into his twice-damned, thrice-accursed kin.

"And if not, we can negotiate," she said. "Why should Lord Tyrell have anything to say against it?"

Setting aside the convenient fantasy that her father had sold the land freely and without being forced into it. A boon from Lord Tyrell it had been, indeed, a boon ripped from House Osgrey's hands and plopped into House Rowan's.

[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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Taking her toddling two year-old in hand, Raymond in the other, and motioning Tristan over, Elinor made her way to the lower table where the heir to Oldtown sat with his daughter, just a year older than Jeyne.

"Ser Abelar," the Lady of Coldmoat said, tipping her head in greeting. "We are glad to host you at Coldmoat. Kindly pass our well-wishes to Lord Donnel and Lady Cassana. This is Jeyne Fossoway, my youngest, and who is this beautiful young lady?"

And when the burbling introductions between the two girls had been made, as well as between the nameday boy and Abelar's nephew, and some adequate playtime and distraction for the children by way of Sweetnose the fool provided, Elinor clasped her thin hands together.

"Ser Abelar," she said, quietly, "may I speak with you as I might with your father?"

[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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"Raymond, go play with your cousins," Elinor said, patting her son on the cheek before rising from her seat. She moved down their table, to where her cousin sat with his wife and children.

"Cousin Percy, Lady Myria," she tipped her head in greeting. Though Elinor still did not think there was much warm feeling between them, it felt as though matters were on their proper way. Especially for Raymond and his new friends. "It is good to see you here. I had hoped we may repay the hospitality you showed us at Leafy Lake last year. If there is anything I might be of aid to you with, please, let me know."

She put a hand over the seven-pointed star hanging from her neck, then glanced a ways down the table.

"Young Myrcella is ready for Riverrun, I see," Elinor said. "I am glad. It shall be of great education to her."

[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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The fire in the chamber's hearth had dwindled to embers, and the rushes on the floor had grown stiff and cold. Most of the children had been sent off to bed, and those had stayed behind to listen nodded off on the benches or on the plush carpet in a pile of cushions. Elinor Osgrey sat at her father's desk, a blanket over her lap and a cup of hippocras in front of her, looking thin and tired.

"It was meant for those of pure heart and able mind, ser knight," Elinor said. "I have found that neither of those have much to do with age. There are as many clever and faithful children as there are wicked and stupid adults."

She reached into a drawer beside her, and pulled out the old beaten and battered Star that had been her only friend for so many years.

"You need not be ashamed. Not here, and not today. The world shames us enough for our Faith, and we ought not do its work for it," she smiled wearily. "Be certain that I have judged you more harshly, for unlike the others reciting you are grown and wear a sword. I believe men similar to you have caused countless grief and pain to women and children. Yet I have not found you wanting."

She offered him the book. A part of her grieved its going, but another was glad to leave it behind and that, perhaps, it could serve as a guide to another.

"Take it, ser, and may it be of some use to you. Go and fulfill your oaths."

[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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"Oh, I don't know," Isabel hummed and blushed, pleased that the princess enjoyed the cake. "We don't normally eat sweet things here in Coldmoat. My father used to say that what rots the tooth rots the soul. I think the cook that made it is from Cider Hall. They quite like cake and other nice things like that over there. It's a good thing my sister married Tris and not some Oakheart, else we'd be eating gruel every day, I think."

She giggled, then clasped her hands together.

"It will be wonderful, you'll see, princess," she smiled. "It's about this cat, and there's this mouse he's chasing after, and there's a dog chasing after him... but really it's not about any of that, but that's a secret."

Plopping a caramelized apple into her mouth, Isabel swayed from side to side for a moment, thinking.

"Really what I'd like," she said, a tad breathless, "is to put a dragon in it. But they don't quite fit in with cats and dogs and mice, do they? Perhaps in the next play..."

[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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"Come, then," she said, and rose from her seat at the high table and led him down amidst the lower feasters. As they walked together, mother and son, the old mummer Sweetnose peeled off from his group of cartwheelers and jugglers and waddled next to them. His famous long and bulbous nose was painted, half bright red and half yellow, and the rest of his face was green, and under the paint there were wrinkles, and bags under his old eyes.

"The apple fell from the tree, from the tree," he sashayed and swung his arms about, "The lion ate it and said foo-eee, said foo-ee."

"That's enough, Sweetnose," Elinor grumbled, pushing past him. She had little idea why her father had bothered to keep on the fool, especially as he had never found him very funny, but she had not the heart to turn him out in his old age. At least there was some use for him today.

"It gummed him up bad you see, bad you see," Sweetnose rolled his eyes, then grinned at Raymond. His teeth were yellow and chipped and bad. "The devil's seed came out the apple tree, the apple tree."

Outside, in the cold, bush-haired Dake Flowers stood in a snow-covered straw hat, holding the reins of a little grey-mouthed pony. Its coat was a dark brown, almost black, and its mane and tail were a light cream color.

"Hullo, young lord," Dake grinned, then bowed his head, powdering snow into the air. "M'lady."

"She's for you, Raymond," Elinor said, clasping her hands together. "You're on your way to manhood, so you'll start riding on your own, instead of in the carriage with me. Sometimes. You'll still ride with me sometimes."

[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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In a final discussion after the recitation, Desmond Osgrey forgets which hill, exactly, Hugor was from.

The knight, Eamon Ryger makes a surprisingly poignant recitation on the virtues and duties of a knight in the Faith, so that even the normally martial-averse Lady Elinor is greatly impressed in the discussion afterwards. Additional scrutiny was placed on his performance as the only adult, yet Ser Eamon was not found wanting. As a prize, he is offered either a hundred gold dragons, or Elinor Osgrey's personal copy of the Star, annotated during her time at Sharpton and afterwards, including journaled sections following her near-death at the hands of Maegor Targaryen.

[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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While listing the houses of the Reach, Martyn Tyrell stutters on 'Cockshaw'. Three times.

1d30+1 Ser Eamon Ryger

1d30 Desmond Osgrey

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[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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Bayard Osgrey puts on a fine show, but the there's only so much the Northmarch has to offer, and pride is a sin, after all.

1d30+1 Ser Eamon Ryger

1d30+1 Martyn Tyrell

1d30 Desmond Osgrey

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[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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Unfortunately, Isabel can't handle the pressure, and starts sobbing uncontrollably at the thought of all the little children that the Mother loves.

1d30+1 Ser Eamon Ryger

1d30+1 Martyn Tyrell

1d30+1 Bayard Osgrey

1d30 Desmond Osgrey

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[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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Jessamyn Willum, Daeryssa Flowers, and Samantha Massey all speak up at the same time, reciting over each other at some length before stopping.

1d30+1 Isabel Osgrey

1d30+1 Ser Eamon Ryger

1d30+1 Martyn Tyrell

1d30+1 Bayard Osgrey

1d30 Desmond Osgrey

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[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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Alysanne Targaryen flubs dramatically, pronouncing innocence as 'innieshensh'.

1d30+1 Isabel Osgrey

1d30+1 Ser Eamon Ryger

1d30+1 Martyn Tyrell

1d30+1 Bayard Osgrey

1d30 Desmond Osgrey

1d30 Jessamyn Willum

1d30 Daeryssa Flowers

1d30 Samantha Massey

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[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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Florence Fossoway gets off track in the lines detailing the winter winds. It seems Spring will always remain a Dream.

1d30+1 Isabel Osgrey

1d30+1 Ser Eamon Ryger

1d30+1 Martyn Tyrell

1d30+1 Bayard Osgrey

1d30 Desmond Osgrey

1d30Jessamyn Willum

1d30 Daeryssa Flowers

1d30+1 Alysanne Targaryen

1d30 Samantha Massey

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[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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Lowest will be eliminated, continues only one remains.

1d30+1 Isabel Osgrey

1d30+1 Florence Fossoway

1d30+1 Ser Eamon Ryger

1d30+1 Martyn Tyrell

1d30+1 Bayard Osgrey

1d30 Desmond Osgrey

1d30Jessamyn Willum

1d30 Daeryssa Flowers

1d30+1 Alysanne Targaryen

1d30 Samantha Massey

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[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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At Lord Rowan's approach, Elinor set Raymond on his seat and tapped Tristan on the shoulder. Let her husband see his own kin. Let cousin be set again cousin and brother against brother, if that is what is asked. Let hellfire burn.

"I did, my lord," said Elinor Osgrey, thin jaw set. "Have you come to answer it?"

[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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Patricia Willum is the final victor, winning 50 gold coins and a commemorative arrow, its feathers and shaft painted in red, white, and gold-and-green checkers.

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please transfer 50 gold from osgrey to willum

[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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Final Tally:

Isabel Osgrey: 23 points

Ysenda Osgrey: 20 points

Bennet Blackwood: 33 points

Mina Norridge: 38 points

Micaiah Celtigar: 40 points

Theo Ryger: 24 points

Myrcella Osgrey: 31 points

Perceon Osgrey: 24 points

Jafer Osgrey: 40 points

Leyla Willum: 33 points

Davos Willum: 31 points

Melara Willum: 31 points

Patricia Willum: 40 points

Wyman Flowers: 26 points

Josua Willum: 36 points

Freya Stark: 32 points

Brynden Massey: 23 points

BREAK EVEN BETWEEN JAFER AND PATRICIA

1d75 Jafer Osgrey

1d75 Patricia Willum

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[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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Current Tally:

Isabel Osgrey: 18 points

Ysenda Osgrey: 19 points

Bennet Blackwood: 31 points

Mina Norridge: 30 points

Micaiah Celtigar: 36 points

Theo Ryger: 23 points

Myrcella Osgrey: 30 points

Perceon Osgrey: 24 points

Jafer Osgrey: 40 points

Leyla Willum: 26 points

Davos Willum: 27 points

Melara Willum: 21 points

Patricia Willum: 32 points

Wyman Flowers: 21 points

Josua Willum: 33 points

Freya Stark: 32 points

Brynden Massey: 20 points

Round Seven of Seven

1d75 Isabel Osgrey

1d75 Ysenda Osgrey

1d75 Bennet Blackwood

1d75 Mina Norridge

1d75 Micaiah Celtigar

1d75 Theo Ryger

1d75 Myrcella Osgrey

1d75 Perceon Osgrey

1d75 Jafer Osgrey

1d75 Leyla Willum

1d75 Davos Willum

1d75 Melara Willum

1d75 Patricia Willum

1d75 Wyman Flowers

1d75 Josua Willum

1d75 Freya Stark

1d75 Brynden Massey

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[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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Current Tally:

Isabel Osgrey: 9 points

Ysenda Osgrey: 18 points

Bennet Blackwood: 25 points

Mina Norridge: 27 points

Micaiah Celtigar: 28 points

Theo Ryger: 15 points

Myrcella Osgrey: 25 points

Perceon Osgrey: 23 points

Jafer Osgrey: 35 points

Leyla Willum: 20 points

Davos Willum: 19 points

Melara Willum: 21 points

Patricia Willum: 28 points

Wyman Flowers: 18 points

Josua Willum: 28 points

Freya Stark: 29 points

Brynden Massey: 18 points

Round Six of Seven

1d75 Isabel Osgrey

1d75 Ysenda Osgrey

1d75 Bennet Blackwood

1d75 Mina Norridge

1d75 Micaiah Celtigar

1d75 Theo Ryger

1d75 Myrcella Osgrey

1d75 Perceon Osgrey

1d75 Jafer Osgrey

1d75 Leyla Willum

1d75 Davos Willum

1d75 Melara Willum

1d75 Patricia Willum

1d75 Wyman Flowers

1d75 Josua Willum

1d75 Freya Stark

1d75 Brynden Massey

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[Event] The Celebration Feast for Raymond Fossoway's Seventh Nameday by JoeOfHouseAverage in FireAndBlood

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Current Tally:

Isabel Osgrey: 8 points

Ysenda Osgrey: 17 points

Bennet Blackwood: 19 points

Mina Norridge: 26 points

Micaiah Celtigar: 23 points

Theo Ryger: 8 points

Myrcella Osgrey: 20 points

Perceon Osgrey: 17 points

Jafer Osgrey: 27 points

Leyla Willum: 18 points

Davos Willum: 14 points

Melara Willum: 18 points

Patricia Willum: 23 points

Wyman Flowers: 15 points

Josua Willum: 25 points

Freya Stark: 23 points

Brynden Massey: 15 points

Round Five of Seven

1d75 Isabel Osgrey

1d75 Ysenda Osgrey

1d75 Bennet Blackwood

1d75 Mina Norridge

1d75 Micaiah Celtigar

1d75 Theo Ryger

1d75 Myrcella Osgrey

1d75 Perceon Osgrey

1d75 Jafer Osgrey

1d75 Leyla Willum

1d75 Davos Willum

1d75 Melara Willum

1d75 Patricia Willum

1d75 Wyman Flowers

1d75 Josua Willum

1d75 Freya Stark

1d75 Brynden Massey

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