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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 21:24:37 GMT -5
Yellow sand beaches and warm weather. No margaritas in Essos, though. Bikinis are encouraged.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 18, 2015 21:42:26 GMT -5
Robyn did not own a bikini. Surprise.
She approached the coastal area, no doubt with Larrance in tow, and looked for her brother. Half brother. She was pissed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 21:47:50 GMT -5
After an hour or so, she sees Nick. He's drinking some sort of reddish liquid, sitting in the saltwater, a bandage around his head.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 18, 2015 21:55:38 GMT -5
She was angry, until she saw how hurt he looked. "Nick! Are you alright?" She called to him, running closer, she imagined he must be using the salt water for injuries.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 21:57:44 GMT -5
Nick turns his head around and then flinches. "Robyn...fuck, what are you doing here?!" He stands, and Robyn sees a couple more cuts on him. He looks at her, confused. "This concussion is worse than I thought. You're really here?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 18, 2015 22:16:20 GMT -5
"I am" she said, looking at him, "Benjen asked me to come parley with the pentoshi, it went as well as expected with for someone with no diplomatic experience, but I have a feeling their minds were made up before I got here," she said, thinking back in the meeting,
"I just saw meera, your uncle is using her to get me to kill his rival. What happened?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 22:21:47 GMT -5
Nick narrows his eyes. "What?" He shakes his head. "I dropped Meera off with him so that she could recover. She took a fever coming across the Narrow Sea, and I am just as homeless here as anywhere else." His hand clenches. "That fucking harem."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 18, 2015 22:29:53 GMT -5
"If only you had been as enterprising as Ellaria Dayne, who seemed to know we'd be here, as she said she had been looking for us," Robyn commented, shaking her head, "just before she told me you and meera were dead,"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 22:34:30 GMT -5
"She saw Meera get captured by Frances Dayne," Nick said, finding some focus. "She had every reason to think it was over for us." Robyn sees another woman approaching cautiously, dark-skinned and lovely, but looking like a scared deer. "It would have been, really. Frances took out one of our sister's teeth and then gave her to his lovely new bride, who is every bit the psychopath he is." He seems to be having trouble focusing. "I had to use my...position as a Magister of Pentos's representative to pretend to strike a diplomatic deal with them. When we landed the Dornish got wise to the trick somehow, and one of the bastards got me with the pommel of his sword." He nods. "I wasn't expecting you, but I told Ellaria to watch the harbor for any friendly vessels."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 18, 2015 22:44:40 GMT -5
"You need to rest then" she said, going over to him, and splashing cold water in his face, "but don't go to sleep,"
She noticed the dark skinned sheepish looking woman approaching, and stood in front of Nick, he was clearly in no position to help himself, and annoyed as Robyn was of his flagrant lack of consideration for their sisters life, she would not do the same to him.
She did not say anything as the woman approached, but looked directly as her.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 22:49:39 GMT -5
"No, no," Nick said. "That, my dear sister, is quite possibly the true leader of Dorne. Nina Martell, Robyn Stark," he said. He wipes the water from his face. "If my uncle has gone so...corrupt, I need to talk to him." He looks furious and guilty. "He was family...I thought she'd be safe until her fever broke."
Nina nods politely to Robyn. "It's so nice to meet you, Princess. We can all wish the times were better."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 18, 2015 22:52:35 GMT -5
"Do you want me to help you get back to westeros too?" She asked "in no mood for small talk,boat is getting rather full."
"If he didn't do as you asked, why should he listen to you?" She asked Nick, looking down at him, "I just hope you do not mind when I kill him,"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 22:55:46 GMT -5
"Forget that," Nick said. "I'm going back to my uncle's house and I'm getting my goddam sister back. Again. And then I'm going to shove a dagger through his penis-hole until it completely replaces it.""
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 18, 2015 23:02:06 GMT -5
"You don't look to be in a fit state to be doing any of that," she said critically, raising an eyebrow, "I'd not want your actions to put our sister in undue danger," her voice held a bit of bite to it with that second comment. She blamed Nick for meera being dead and she blamed him for her current state, from what Ellaria had told her.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 23:10:01 GMT -5
Nick loses all of his strength at that. "Had to leave her," he said quietly, taking a knee on the sand, holding himself up. "Bryce's...sorcery, it let him track her wherever she went because...he bled her, Robyn, took her blood to cast spells on her with." He throws up in the ocean. "Frances...made me take a patch of her skin...prove my loyalty to a fake alliance. So...sorry." He lifts himself up after a moment. "I knew...my uncle was a lecherous man...but I had something he needed, and he offered a trade."
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