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Post by The Forgotten God on May 6, 2015 16:24:40 GMT -5
"We aren't that close yet, Prince," she said with a smile. She looks over his friends. "Wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, though." A man with a fencing sword rolls his eyes. A meal is served, tuna and crab and some odd bread made of an unfamiliar grain, and vegetables and some strange green fruit with black seeds.
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Post by Kurts on May 6, 2015 16:34:51 GMT -5
"Then I'll save the question for when we are." he replied boldly, with a cocksure grin.
He looked at the food warily, more through fear of disease than poison, but ate heartily. He said a short prayer to the Drowned God that the medicine Mantarys had provided was not just snake oil.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 6, 2015 16:38:15 GMT -5
It is tasty, at least. Outside the storm rages. "A strong one," the duellist says. "The witches are angry today."
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Post by Kurts on May 6, 2015 16:49:21 GMT -5
"The witches?" he asked, taking a tentative bite of the strange green fruit. "My people blame the Storm God."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 6, 2015 16:51:38 GMT -5
"An old tale," Balor Saan said. "Tales of the times before Old Valyria, when the water witches ruled the Rhoynar, using their spells to make the river valley fertile and prosperous. Since the Valyrians only spoke in the language of fire and blood and slavery, the witches were destroyed or corrupted, cast aside to the shadows. Now their only emotion is rage, shown through," he points to a window. "The storms."
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Post by Kurts on May 6, 2015 16:56:53 GMT -5
"A fine tale." he commended, remembering the last time he had traded stories as he watched the tempest rage outside. "So what do you have against the dragons?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 6, 2015 16:59:17 GMT -5
"A tale best told by our queen." Eliza changed the subject. "I hear you all destroyed a great fleet of Volantis's hiring."
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Post by Kurts on May 6, 2015 17:02:09 GMT -5
"Will she be joining us then?" he broke a crab leg in half with an echoing crack. "Aye, unfortunately for them, we are not as hospitable towards foreign ships in our waters as you seem to be."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 6, 2015 17:45:20 GMT -5
"She is elsewhere," Eliza said. "We try to make allies rather than enemies at first. We cannot fight the whole world," she said. "That being said, it would be wise to find another region to conquer. Kindness is a far cry from weakness, but friendship can be free."
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Post by Kurts on May 6, 2015 18:30:20 GMT -5
"A pity." he replied, with no trace of sarcasm, clearly curious to meet this woman who had survived the horrors of the jungles.
"Aye, not the whole world." he said, in a tone that hinted that he might long to make the attempt if he could. "And here I had hoped we might be neighbors. After all, the corsairs still have ships that I would find far better use for."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 6, 2015 18:34:35 GMT -5
"It is a foolish chicken that invites a fox next door," the woman said.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on May 6, 2015 18:41:53 GMT -5
Between bites of food, Quentyn spoke up. "But two foxes might make easier work of a henhouse."
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Post by Kurts on May 6, 2015 18:47:39 GMT -5
"A chicken that challenges dragons should have little to fear from a fox." he counters, flashing his sharkish smile. "Though in the interest of friendship, I will leave your waters when I have acquired the ships and men I came for. Surely that is a win for us both."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 6, 2015 18:50:44 GMT -5
"We appreciate it. Conquest is not our aim, really. Just an end to dragons."
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Post by Kurts on May 6, 2015 19:02:27 GMT -5
"Is conquest not always the means rather than the end? Something must always make the bitter work worthwhile." It was clear that he found the work less bitter than most. "Though dragons is by no means the most common of justifications."
"Forgive me Eliza, but your features are familiar to me. I do not believe have had the pleasure before, yet it nags at me all the same. I do not suppose you could shine some light on this sensation?"
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