EVENT The Feast at Oldtown

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  1. Harbinger

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    In The Reach, chivalry is held in the highest of regards. Honor and gallantry are virtues that all Lords and Knights aspire to. For the sons and daughters of Garth Greenhand, there is few more glorious than to be crowned Champion.

    To celebrate the Nameday of his beloved wife, King Gawen Hightower has declared a week of celebration. In her honor, an enormous feast and a great tournament is to be held at the capitol.

    For the feast, the finest cooks in The Reach toil away in the kitchens. Barrels of Arbor Red, sourced from House Redwyne, stand ready at tap. Music, orchestrated by the master musicians of the realm, is rehearsed.

    From atop the Hightower, invitations soared far across Westeros. All the Lords and Ladies of the Realm, from the North to Dorne, are invited to attend this week of celebration.
     
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  2. Seraphine Flowers

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    House Beesbury, a House under the Kingdom of Oldtown's domain was abuzz with excitement upon receiving the raven. Feasts were a rare and welcomed opportunity for Seraphine to leave Castle Honeyholt and explore the lands beyond the familiar walls that confined her. Born a bastard of House Beesbury, it was never her desire to become a proper lady and be wedded to some Lord to secure a union between houses. No, her dreams were much simpler, she wanted to become a travelling songstress like her mother who had died in childbirth.

    Although she had never met the woman, Seraphine idolized her from the romanticized stories her father had told her. However, this was not a path her father, Lord Glendon Beesbury had planned for her to follow. Despite her status as a bastard, her father wished for her to marry well - to a minor Lord or at the very least, to a Knight as he was a traditional man who wanted the best for his daughter irregardless of her status.

    The journey from Honeyholt to Oldtown was a relatively short one that lasted a few days by carriage but it felt arduous for Seraphine who rarely traveled. Having already completed the piece of embroidery that she had brought with her half way into the journey, there was little for her to do other than looking out the window and watched as scenery fly by her. Several times she had asked her older half-brothers to allow her to ride with them only to be met with the reply that it was improper as they were travelling to visit their liege.

    Caught between a state of sleep and daydream, Seraphine stretched as the walled city of Oldtown came into view. "Finally," she whispered between a yawn and combed her fingers through her long brown tresses which was done up in a half up do with fresh flowers she had picked during woven throughout. Retrieving a mirror from her luggage, Seraphine carefully tinted her lips with a red balm crafted from crushed rose petals and beeswax and applied a soft red flush to her cheeks with finely ground safflower.

    As her carriage approached the gates Oldtown, she could hear the sound of music and festivities celebrating the Queen's birthday. Excitement continued to fill her as the gates opened and the Hightower - a grand sight to behold - came into view. They were nearly there.

    Unable to contain her excitement, Seraphine sung along to the songs she hear played through the streets with her own verses. A couple of songs later, the carriage stopped. House Beesbury had arrived. Composing herself, Seraphine's heart beat quickly as she waited for the carriage's door to open. She was ready for this controlled and measured dose of freedom her father had allowed her - she had waited a long time for such an opportunity.

    Helped out of her carriage by a household guard of House Beesbury's, Seraphine joined her father and half-brothers as they assembled, waiting for the barrels of honeywine they had brought as gifts for the Queen to be unloaded. Softly humming a tune that was drowned out by the music from the festivities, she could barely breathe as House Beesebury's arrival was about to be announced.
     
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  3. Laurent Justman

    Laurent Justman Lord of the Four Shields

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    This was his kind of noble duty. Any excuse to leave the exceptionally small islands in the southwest was a good one, but when complimentary wine entered the picture, it was all the more compelling of a reason to set sail. The clothes he wore were considered to fancy on the Shield Islands, but comparable cheap compared to the wealthier, more powerful lords of Westeros. A more meek lord might be self-conscious of that fact, but Lord Laurent Justman wore it as both a badge of pride and the chip on his shoulder. They called him Lucifer the Liar - but Laurent knew the truth. You could barely wipe your ass if you didn't have coin, he didn't expect records of nobility to have survived the murders of his ancestors and the razing of their homes.

    Now it was up to Laurent to make the Justman name relevant again. All his ancestral holdings have long been passed on to other lords in the Riverlands and any claim he'd make would be met with skepticism and hostility. While he would someday return, he knew he would have to bide his time before he could do that. In the meanwhile, he found a people both dumb enough to raise him to be the first lord of a union of the Shield Islands and resourceful enough where they could actually be of some value to Laurent. Of course, happiness about his rule wasn't a universal trait, but he was keen to keep a firm grasp on his influence. He was hardly a good governor and was happy to let the lords of their respective islands maintain rule over them, so long as they served him of course.

    But now, it was time for drinking. He could feel the buzz already as he motioned for a steward to bring another glass of Arbor Red. Grabbing two goblets, he handed the second to his trusted advisor, the renowned knight Ser Clarence Oakheart. How such a seasoned knight came to serve a man as soft as Laurent remained a mystery to even him, but the relationship seemed to be an enigma that just somehow worked.

    "Well Clarence, who are we schmoozing up to today? Is there even anyone interesting here or is this just a vanity party for an old, dying man?"
     

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