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Post by Ser Pounce on Apr 17, 2015 19:54:17 GMT -5
The Prince observed the party with interest. He was used to 'foreigners' but none quite like these. He noted the few Ironborn women fighters, that made him smile.
He was not used to the Westerosi tongue so spent his time listening to get reacquainted with it. It was not surprising that most of the talk he heard involved fucking, or in case of one man he say, gesturing about fucking one of his guests.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 6:25:16 GMT -5
"We have only one degree of separation then." he was amused. "What are the odds?" Killion inspected the man critically, as if searching for crippling wound or maim. "You look as if you can still swing a sword and still have vigor left in you." he remarked, clearly some cultural confusion. "Retiring is for old men whose days of glory are past them. It would be a terrible waste to stop killing if you have a talent for it. As you said, we deal death. It is who we are." Nyles just laughs at that. "Oh, I'm sure I'll pick up the sword again. Won't be for some lord's whim, though. It'll be for mine." |
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Post by Kurts on Apr 18, 2015 13:46:10 GMT -5
I can respect and drink to that, Gallow's Man." Killion grinned. "Better to find your own heading that follow the whims of the wind."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Jun 1, 2015 19:11:27 GMT -5
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Lucian walks around seeking out his wife of however many months now.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 1, 2015 19:12:47 GMT -5
His wife is quite pregnant, and moves around only a bit now. She smiles. "My prince, how have you been?" Her belly almost seems to wiggle with the squirming baby.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Jun 1, 2015 19:22:02 GMT -5
"Content." He said after he thought about an answer. The past few days did not have so many annoyances meaning no one had to die or be imprisoned. In fact as he thought about it he had perhaps gotten soft. "My ambassador has returned from Myr. It seems things went well." He patted his stomach, thinking about food. "Next is Volantis. Any word from your family?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 3, 2015 15:13:56 GMT -5
She hands him a letter. "Some Westerosi are supposed to visit there, from one of their kingdoms. I believe my cousin seeks to hire them as mercenaries against the dragon lord to the east."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Jun 3, 2015 18:54:40 GMT -5
He holds the letter in one hand and scans it over, despite being a hedonist and a totalitarian he still had to read tons of documents. Pleasure women, soldiers and food all needed to be accounted for after all. "Westerosi mercenaries? Has the well run so dry?" He gave a small smirk and handed the letter back. "I have to speak with Admiral Miranda. After that I can make a plan for heading east."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 3, 2015 19:21:07 GMT -5
Aryanna nods. "That sounds...eventful, my prince. It is a place of blood and danger and wonders."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Jun 3, 2015 19:25:09 GMT -5
"I'm glad that Lys only has one of those three." He gestured to her stomach, "What does the midwife say about your health?" Truth was he asked for hourly updates on his wife's health from the midwife, but since he was here he'd get a report from the horse's mouth.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 3, 2015 19:26:08 GMT -5
"The babies are in perfect health, my prince," she said. "They are strong ones."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Jun 3, 2015 19:27:57 GMT -5
"Hmm, how do you know?" he asked coming a bit closer, clearly a bit apprehensive he'd somehow damage her by being to close.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 3, 2015 20:00:56 GMT -5
"The midwives all agree, and we hired a seer as well. You will have a girl and a boy, it is said."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Jun 3, 2015 20:13:00 GMT -5
"Well they better be right then," Lucian said. "Do you need anything?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 4, 2015 15:53:49 GMT -5
"No, my prince," she said. "Lys gives me everything I need."
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