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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 13, 2015 10:32:24 GMT -5
A massive and busy commercial hub, Pentos's port is beautiful, views of low mountains visible, trees green and the air clean and fresh. Lord Devan's dozen ships sail into the harbor, and Gillian Tully is grateful for the respite from the constant sea sickness she had suffered. As Princess Robyn's ship docks, she realizes she's never seen a city a third so large.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 13, 2015 10:51:48 GMT -5
"Dry land, you must be relieved," Robyn commented pointlessly to Lady Gillian. She looked round the port in a bit of awe, she had never seen a place like it, it was so different to where she was from, not just in terms of size. The smell was different the air was different.
"Is it the done thing to go and introduce yourself? Or wait?" She asked, knowing little still of the customs, she did not know if it would be considered rude to just go up to the prince's palace and ask for an audience.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 13, 2015 10:54:08 GMT -5
"We should...urf," she catches her land legs, "find a place to stay first. An expensive place. don't trust their manors they'll offer. More spies than flies in those places." Larrance Redfort looks about.
"Princess, I am not liking the looks of this. There should be far more warships here." He narrows his eyes as he surveys the harbor. "Lord Devan thinks it is odd, also."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 13, 2015 11:00:15 GMT -5
Robyn looked round, to see how many war ships of Pentos fleet looked to be here, "I trust your judgement and that of Lord Devan..."
She looked to see if the people around were acting in a manner that could be viewed as suspicious, giving them too much attention, too little, if there seemed to be an extra large guard presence.
(Observation 51)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 13, 2015 11:58:17 GMT -5
The city seems somewhat mobilized, but without a baseline knowledge of the area she is forced to admit it's hard to tell. she only sees fourteen definite warships, though, a very small number. "They have sailed, Princess Robyn, but hopefully that does not preclude us from doing our business."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 13, 2015 12:06:06 GMT -5
"Where have they sailed them to though?" She asked rhetorically, not thinking anyone there would know.
"We should do as Lady Gillian suggests and find somewhere to stay,"She thought about where would be best, but as she did not know Pentos she could not really say, so looked to Gillian, "Where would you suggest? I would not want it to look as if we are trying to keep out of the way, but if we are worried about spies, I should think the more high profile place would be an obvious place to look,.
The royal guards concern made her concerned.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 13, 2015 12:33:04 GMT -5
"We'll find a nice place in the Merchant's Distrit. They are often enough t odds with the Magisters that we can have some measure of privacy." Gillian looked about. "Let's be off, then." The crew heads forth to find a place, settling for an inn called the Innkeeper's Solution. Gillian books the rooms as Larrance and the party follow Robyn about from a distance.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 19, 2015 16:33:30 GMT -5
///////// They get to the docks, looking like quite the grouping of miscreants. Gillian is waiting for them on a fast traveling ship. A riot seems to be starting. Chants against the dragon are heard, and people are throwing rocks at Magisters' houses. Robyn gets to the ship, panting heavily, "We should leave, now, in case they stop letting ships out," she said, breathing rather heavily, "Is Ellaria on board?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 16:36:36 GMT -5
She is. She's in sailor's clothes and moving stuff around. Nick looks back east. "Old Gods above, family is so much work sometimes."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 19, 2015 16:39:01 GMT -5
"You got to choose it," Robyn said, sitting on the floor, "I have to do this shit"
She looked over at where meera was, to see if she seemed okay.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 16:42:54 GMT -5
Meera looks about the ship, seeming weak but a bit recovered. "What...what is going on? Why are you here, sister?" She holds her her arms for a hug. "Who was...that awful man?"
Ellaria whispers to Nick. "She didn't even mention the dragon."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 19, 2015 16:47:05 GMT -5
Robyn walks and moves over to Meera, putting an arm around her and holding her against her side as she leans against the side of the ship. She't not run like that since she'd broken a whole tray of crystal goblets her mother had just purchased.
"He's dead now, Meera, I have you, you don't need to worry now." she said, stoking her sisters arm softly, and looking over at Ellaria and Nick, "Maybe she has blocked it out... that thing was huge. "
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 17:30:01 GMT -5
Meera smiles. "I promise I'm not a little girl, Robyn, just, he gave me something, my head feels so funny. Thanks for...being there."
Nick has walked over to the other side of the ship to give the sisters space. He has his music stowed away and plucks at his lute idly.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 19, 2015 17:31:49 GMT -5
Robyn looks down at her sister and moved away, "I'll let you rest then," she says, testily. Her family were honestly something else.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 17:35:05 GMT -5
That wasn't intended to be sarcastic, Meera just didn't want you to think she was a wuss haha.
The group, exhausted from running and the travails of the day, breaks up for rest on the ship. Nick plays music, Ellaria is writing something, and the others are just roaming about or sleeping as the ship sails into the narrow sea.
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