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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 20:25:08 GMT -5
"I prefer being at an advantage. I can imagine if our situations were reversed you'd feel much the same. But ask your questions." Alyssa sits back in her throne. "I am Alyssa of the House Reed of Westeros."
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Post by Kurts on May 12, 2015 20:34:01 GMT -5
""Your men mentioned you intended to return to Westeros." he began, deciding to start with the subject he could at least grasp. "What lands do you mean to lay claim to?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 20:38:09 GMT -5
"Whichever lands are weakest, maybe. Maybe we go elsewhere." Alyssa shrugs. "Opportunists cannot be too picky."
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Post by Kurts on May 12, 2015 20:49:39 GMT -5
"No, we can't." he replied, understanding all too well. "How many are you now?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 21:24:11 GMT -5
"Enough to give us leverage," she promises. "Especially with everyone weakened."
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Post by Kurts on May 13, 2015 1:42:52 GMT -5
"Not everyone." he reminded her, slight edge to his tone as his charming mask slipped for a moment. "Do what you will on the mainland. It holds no interest to me. Plot as you will against the dragons as well. I have no part in that quarrel. Leave me to my kingdom and I will leave you to your own. It is well passed time the opportunists thrived."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 13, 2015 5:01:14 GMT -5
"Good," she said. "Then we can understand each other." She rises again and points to a door. "I am quite famished, if you're all hungry we have a feast prepared."
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Post by Kurts on May 13, 2015 12:20:00 GMT -5
"Then let us feast." he agreed, in a jovial tone.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 13, 2015 14:02:05 GMT -5
Meats and drinks and breads and fruits of all sorts are paraded out. The food is delectable. Cedric eats sparingly, but the queen must have a furnace for a metabolic system, as she has a boundless appetite. She talks between mouthfuls. "Who is the most dangerous foe you have vanquished?"
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Post by Kurts on May 13, 2015 14:22:47 GMT -5
"Do you not know that already?" he prodded, between mouthfuls. He wondered where a competent cook had been found to man the kitchens in these godsforsaken lands, but would not look a gift horse in the mouth. "The Archon of Tyrosh."
He considered naming Redwyne, but knew in his soul the man wasn't dead.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 13, 2015 14:30:22 GMT -5
She shrugged. "I'm not omniscient. I have far bigger things to focus on than one Ironborn prince, handsome as he may be."
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Post by Kurts on May 13, 2015 14:33:23 GMT -5
"Well clearly I need to work harder to get your attention." he replied, with a smirk, biting into some exotic meat. "For you certainly have mine now."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 13, 2015 14:37:00 GMT -5
Ragnar looked around to see if the queen had any interesting acquaintances surrounding her. After all, he might as well make use of their time with her.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 13, 2015 14:37:45 GMT -5
Alyssa nods. "I'm sure you'll think of something. I have heard you and yours are particularly good at keeping people's attention."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 13, 2015 14:38:36 GMT -5
Ragnar sees all sorts of people, an eclectic bunch all told. The oddest of them is definitely a mostly naked man who is almost seven feet tall, wearing a loincloth, skin polished bronze with some sort of oil.
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