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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 12:43:45 GMT -5
"Of crouse; weakness is essential to survive the borderlands of dragon and Ghis," she said. "And I certainly never planned on being disappointed."
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 1, 2015 12:54:01 GMT -5
"Well, now it is time for a vacation. You can stay at my Summer home. There are fields to ride horses and a short distance away are some beaches."
"If you enjoy hunting men on horse then I can have some traitors picked out from my dungeons. There have been many recent arrests due to a law I introduced just a few weeks ago."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 13:13:34 GMT -5
"Hunting men?" she said, eyebrow raised. "Why would I want to do that?" She looks about. "What law?"
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 1, 2015 13:20:44 GMT -5
"I don't know, but if you wanted to. You could." He looked at her with his own inquisitive look. Didn't they hunt down criminals and slave for sport in the east?
"I have banned the use of a certain word, don't worry about it. It didn't sit well with me."
"Pleasant day isn't it?"
He thought things were going quite alright so far.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 13:23:24 GMT -5
Arianna shrugs. "Gorgeous here, truly. The sun doesn't burn so hot as the desert." She looks about. "Are those men of iron still here?"
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 1, 2015 13:29:22 GMT -5
"No, they should be skulking about in their new city of Tyrosh. Have you encountered them before? They are truly special types. I respect their skill in battle, fearless really."
"But sometimes I imagine having a stick and tying a string to the end of it which held a coin pouch. I would take this stick and put it over their head so they continuosly snatch at it while I yank the stick up as if luring a fish. I think about who would get bored first, me or them. I wager I would get bored first and I would eventually just give them the pouch of coins."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 13:33:00 GMT -5
Arianna laughed merrily at that thought. "Dumb brutes, then? How droll." She smiled. "If you all conquered Tyrosh you must be quite the warrior."
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 1, 2015 13:43:03 GMT -5
"I was in command of the soldiers in the city. We were ill prepared but speed was necessary. I also commanded an attack on the Westeros city of Sunspear." He shrugged. "Tyrosh was nearly a disaster but we came through in the end with the help of a dragon."
"What battles have you been a part of?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 13:46:11 GMT -5
"About a hundred on the borderlands," she says honestly. "The border shifted constantly before the rise of my cousin VVhagus."
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 1, 2015 13:54:16 GMT -5
"Then you have me outmatched by a large margin. I've only had a few spells where I've been away from my desk for long. Recently I have had a hunger for battle however. Amongst other things."
After a while they could see the walls of his summer house up a path.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 15:40:04 GMT -5
"Other things, hm?" she said. "Are your pleasure women not doing their jobs properly?" she asked. "I've heard such tales."
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 1, 2015 21:04:02 GMT -5
"They do their jobs well enough, that's what they're known for after all."
He waved his hand at the surrounding grassy area and some horses could be seen in the distance. "One of my favourite parts of Lys. When I first saw it I knew I had to build my home here." They approached through the gates of the estate. "Do you have any requirements for your stay here? You are my guest and can request whatever you like."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 21:11:55 GMT -5
"I can't eat beef," she said. "Makes me violently ill. Same with milk, butter, the like. Sorry to be a bother." She sees a rabbit in the distance and takes her bow out.
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 1, 2015 21:15:31 GMT -5
"Give it an hour and these things will not even exist in my home. Or even be mentioned while you are here." He pauses to determine what she's looking at, and eventually spots what she does. Lucian observes quietly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 21:36:59 GMT -5
She judges the distance for a moment and nocks an arrow. "I assume you value rabbits less highly than humans," she says. Her bow is offcenter, more wood above than below the string, making it easy to fire from horseback. A thrum and the rabbit is dead.
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