Bran doesn't excite or embarrass easily. If he's been missing, he had reason, though he's certainly not a snob about it. He is a Count, after all, with all of Tlanth to rule.

"How has everyone been?" he asks in a loud, friendly voice. Then he stretches and drops into a chair, more graceful than it looks with long limbs sprawled everywhere.

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"Can anyone here help or give advice about planning a wedding?"

I have the sneaking suspicion I might get kicked for this but what the Hell? It has to be done and what’s the point in making the typist be the evil one all the time, right? Suppose this is sort of a “What are best friends for?” type moment ( Read more... )

Well, my dazzarlings...As you might know, my dear grope_crope's typist is going to be gone for most of the next two months. *sighs most mournfully* Anyways. T' stop me from pining and being an utterificatedly boring fellow, I'd like some entertainment. Preferably some involving very pretty fellows. Or men. So! There you have it, my old beans. Bring me

I don't know how you lot feel about the return of prodigal sons, but from the looks of things, you could probably use an extra wand around here. Or maybe an extra fifty.

Well, well, well! You'll never guess what is happening tomorrow in our little DF Mansion (meaning, IRC chat ( Read more... )

*looks around*

Hello.

*extends small, gloved hand*

I am Lady Nimiar Argaliar, but you can call me Nee. I am the third child of a noble family, but my inheritance was minimal.

I am bethrothed to Count Branaric of Tlanth. Do you know him?

I am absolutely delighted to meet you all.

Nee is from the book Court Duel by Sherwood Smith. Here she is

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