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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 14, 2015 15:44:54 GMT -5
Robyn supposed she might as well keep the book, not that she knew anyone who could do anything with it.
She looked at the scroll and opened the case, to see what was inside there too.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 14, 2015 15:59:17 GMT -5
A bunch of letters fall out. Letters from Lord Richard Grafton detailing plots to kidnap various people, one from a man named Cassadar who Robyn had heard plenty about, one from Vhagus Blackfyre asking for him to betray Cassadar AND Grafton, and finally, one from a man named Faeron, claiming he was safe in Pentos.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 14, 2015 16:10:19 GMT -5
Robyn wondered if this Faeron was still in Pentos, maybe she could foist this box of tat off on him.
She wondered if her brother really had just... kept compromising letters in flimsy boxes out of some kind of misplaced arrogance. She kicked the box off the bed, it no doubt falling with a crash. Him being dead was bad enough, now she had to suffer him being boring.
She looked out the window and wondered how late it was, if it was too late to go out.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 14, 2015 16:42:30 GMT -5
Never too late to go out. Would the lady like cpmany or not?
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 14, 2015 16:54:15 GMT -5
Robyn decided it was not worth waking the others, and went out on her own, taking her bow and short sword, and of course her jubilee of looted daggers.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 14, 2015 17:05:53 GMT -5
She slips through the still-busy streets of Pentos. She catches plenty of admiring looks as she wanders about. It seems a beautiful city. Is there any sort of destination in mind?
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 14, 2015 17:08:39 GMT -5
Pentos being pretty was not interesting to her at present, nor were the admiring looks. She does however smile back at one of them, asking if he knew in which direction she could go if she wished to catch a look at the great dragon she had heard was rumoured in these parts.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 14, 2015 17:25:01 GMT -5
The only word the man understands is 'dragon' and he cheerfully points towards a giant building about a half mile away.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 14, 2015 17:25:44 GMT -5
Robyn takes off in that direction
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 14, 2015 17:28:47 GMT -5
As Robyn rounds the building, which is some sort of temple to a god unknown, she sees a massive clearing, where perhaps troops perform drill or pretty ladies dance or maybe a marketplace on e weekends, but right now a massive black reptile is clogging up a fair chunk of the clearing. It is curled up, but she can hear the deep rumble of its breath and feel the warmth of the air around the beast.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 14, 2015 17:42:41 GMT -5
Robyn looked at the giant beast, her breath rather taken away. She had never seen an animal so large, by any where near the size of the creature. She had to stop herself from going closer, remembering what one of her teachers had once told her, never tickle a sleeping dragon. she held her hand up to feel the warm air around it, not moving closer. It was oddly beautiful. She was surprised the thing slept, she knew it was ridiculous, but she never thought if she ever did see one, that it would be snoozing. If this was the thing curled up, it at full stance must have been ginormous.
After staring at it for a while longer, she looked around, to see if there were any other curious people looking at it, she might be able to ask for the whereabouts of it's master from.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 14, 2015 17:44:11 GMT -5
She sees a few bystanders ogling the beast, but most seem too afraid to really look at it. After a minute or so she does see a man near it, however, walking up to it to rub its shiny scales and murmur at it. He is in dark armor with a sword and no shield.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 14, 2015 17:53:22 GMT -5
Robyn takes a deep breath, trying to swallow down her intimidation at such a creature and took a step closer. She presumed this was Blackfyre, to get so close to the thing with no fear.
She remembered he went by Targaryen these days, or so she had heard.
"Emperor Vhagus Targaryen." She called, hopefully loud enough so that the man in the black armour, she presumed was he, would hear her.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 14, 2015 17:57:04 GMT -5
The man turns to her, looking a bit bemused. "How nice to hear my name uttered in sweet, sweet Westerosi," he said. H is a beautiful man, there's no real other word for it, tall and black-haired and fine featured. "And so rare in this city." He makes a clicking sound and the giant dragon turns its head slightly, presenting its full profile to Robyn. "And whoever may you be, m'lady?" he bows lightly.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 14, 2015 18:03:56 GMT -5
Robyn's attention went from the man to the dragon as it's head turned, it really was incredible. She looked at one of it's eyes. She imagined it could more than swallow her whole. She did not know which was more beautiful, the man or the dragon.
After looking at the beast for a long moment she returned her eyes to the man, "Princess Robyn Stark" she informed him, rarely using her title, she gave a curtsy as light as his bow, 'pleased to put a face to the name."
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