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Post by The Forgotten God on May 5, 2015 5:50:03 GMT -5
Where ships can deliver goods. Located a few miles from the strongest of the castles of Westeros.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 5, 2015 5:50:33 GMT -5
A small boat drops off its two passengers at the eastern edge of the Rainwood.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 5, 2015 5:56:52 GMT -5
Amelia steps out of the boat and looks around, glad to be on land again. "I've missed the Westerosi weather. Tyrosh was far too warm."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 5, 2015 9:30:19 GMT -5
The small port is filled with soldiers, wearing the colors of Lord Baratheon.
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 5, 2015 9:51:00 GMT -5
Uhtred steps out as well, his beard completely shaved and his hair cut narrowly. Anyone who may have known him could hardly recognize the man without his large beard, though his ever changing eyes remain the same. He grunts "Maybe. If we're heading north though, you'll wish for the heat soon enough." He eyes the Baratheon soldiers "Where now?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 5, 2015 9:53:04 GMT -5
"I'd say Storm's End," Amelia said, holding her cloak tightly shut. "By the looks of it the Baratheons are in charge of the Stormlands again. Perhaps Prince Aaron can arrange us an escort."
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 5, 2015 9:54:33 GMT -5
Uhtred looks at her, and lowers his voice "If they figure out who I am... the ironborn are know to be with Vhagus now. Baratheon'll have me killed. Heh, half of Westeros would. Your Prince Benjen was no exception."
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 5, 2015 9:56:59 GMT -5
"Word of the Ironborn betrayal of their sellswords will son be known," Ami reassured him. "And Benjen and Aaron will believe me." She frowns. "But perhaps for now we'll give you a new name."
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 5, 2015 10:08:32 GMT -5
"Stoldo would do for now. I can affect a braavosi accent well enough, and know the place well. Unless you have some hidden gold, we're walking."
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 5, 2015 10:24:14 GMT -5
"Stoldo, huh," Amelia said, smirking at the name. "No gold, but perhaps we can ask the soldiers if they have some horses."
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 5, 2015 10:26:54 GMT -5
Uhtred looks at her incredulously "I... don't think you should do that. Unless you see some lord that you know, soldiers would just laugh us off, and it would draw attention to us. Wouldn't it?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 5, 2015 10:38:14 GMT -5
Amelia gave a chuckle. "As Saim and other people have recently confirmed, my name is widely known. I am the Lady of Gulltown; I doubt we would be laughed off. But if you wish to not attract attention well..."
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 5, 2015 10:39:25 GMT -5
Uhtred sweeps his hand forward in a go-ahead gesture. He had no expertise in this stealth shit.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 5, 2015 11:16:15 GMT -5
Amelia nodded and lead them over to wherever the barracks or a group of guards was.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 5, 2015 13:31:21 GMT -5
There are soldiers everywhere. The leader is a knight in Swann colors.
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