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Post by Amelia Royce on May 5, 2015 18:32:48 GMT -5
The gates of Storm's End.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 5, 2015 18:33:16 GMT -5
Amelia and "Stoldo" arrive at Storm's End.
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The Gates
May 5, 2015 19:06:29 GMT -5
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 5, 2015 19:06:29 GMT -5
Uhtred eyes the massive castle, impressed in spite of himself. He'd seen the monstrosity from far away, from the sea. But up close the size made a dwarf of his expectations. "So, you talk to Baratheon, ride back to your prince, and then continue on. After that I may leave you, unless circumstances change. Maybe I shall talk to the prince, though he is like to lock me up" he gives a small smile "and this time I don't have a "magic" book and a hundred crossbow men to dissuade him"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 5, 2015 19:07:42 GMT -5
Guards at the mighty gates look to them. "Name and business, now." There is a fair sized army at the castle.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 5, 2015 19:15:22 GMT -5
Amelia gave Uhtred a reassuring nod before turning to the guards. "Lady Amelia Royce and my guard. We are seeking to speak with Prince Aaron."
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May 5, 2015 19:20:17 GMT -5
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 5, 2015 19:20:17 GMT -5
Uhtred muttered to the side "you don't introduce your guard, that just draws attention to him, it's not like you'd pull up with twenty soldiers and..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 5, 2015 19:28:34 GMT -5
The guard looks her over a moment then shrugs and lets her in. "He is in the main hall, m'lady."
The main hall has dozens of nobles and knights, and Prince Aaron is seated on the Baratheon throne listening to them.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 5, 2015 19:31:42 GMT -5
On the way to the main hall Ami turned to Uhtred. "Guards also don't mutter to themselves. I would rather suggest who you are as to give men a chance to make their own opinion."
When they arrive at the throne room Amelia curtsies. "Prince Aaron, Amelia Royce."
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May 5, 2015 19:42:02 GMT -5
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 5, 2015 19:42:02 GMT -5
Damn woman had ears like a fucking bat. Of course guards muttered, they did it all the time, just usually where the nobles couldn't hear. He stood off to the side of the hall, alongside the other guards and non landed individuals. He'll exchange dour glances with them. He missed his plate, this was exactly the place you'd get stabbed in the back. Usually with a smile.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 5, 2015 19:46:04 GMT -5
SHADOW EARS.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 5, 2015 19:55:44 GMT -5
Aaron extends a hand in greeting, not to shake but off to the side, like a flourish. "Good to see you again, my lady Royce. What brings you to Storm's End? Aren't you with the army?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 5, 2015 20:09:04 GMT -5
Ami holds out her hand for Aaron to take/kiss. "I took a different route from King's Landing, having some business to attend to. I have no intention in joining the host however. I will be heading to Gulltown instead, to take charge of my city."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 5, 2015 20:11:43 GMT -5
Aaron shrugs. "As you ay, my lady." He kisses her hand. "I had thought you wanted to see Bryce dead, is all."
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 5, 2015 20:14:46 GMT -5
"I trust that you, Benjen, Kal, Brynden and all the other great lords and kings will see to it," Ami replied with a sweet smile. "Though I must ask if I could borrow a small escort, only to King's Landing."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 5, 2015 20:23:06 GMT -5
Aaron points to a half dozen men. "Go with her."
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