Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Jul 21, 2015 23:11:37 GMT -5
"That is because a ship that falls prey to a kraken rarely has survivors left to tell tales." he shrugged, returning the smile. "A fitting sigil for reavers I suppose. A whale would be far less dynamic."
"Aye, some deeper than others." he added pointedly, not wishing particularly to hear more tales of her own scars. "I meant I came to Mason's Keep for diplomacy in general, not to your tent specifically. We have done little to earn Dorne's enmity that I am aware of. In fact, though for self serving reasons, we aided in weakening your father's hold. Taking all the liberties with your body I desired however would do little to endear me with Prince Benjen I am certain."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 22, 2015 12:55:13 GMT -5
"Prince Benjen would sacrifice my body for peace," she said. "I heard some of your men brought salt wives with them." She tapped her fingers together. "Seems...provocative. Not that I blame you. Intimidation is a language I speak all too fluently. There are few enough who cannot be pushed about by enough brazen audacity," she continued.
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Post by Kurts on Jul 22, 2015 19:20:09 GMT -5
And here I had heard you two were close." he winked, with a knowing smile. "It is my experience that you only have cause to make peace with those capable of doing you harm. Smiles and civility are necessary to get to the table, but a reminder that your foe has tooth and claw is what puts ink to parchment."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 22, 2015 19:32:03 GMT -5
"People hear many things," she said. "Perhaps you're right. I'd fear your opponents doing the same to you," she said airily. "But hten you know that."
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Jul 22, 2015 22:43:37 GMT -5
Nymos Qorgyle looked out at the festivities occurring with a strange sense of detachment from it all. After everything that had happened, all the lives lost, it was strange to find some form of normalcy and peace in these times. He had kept to himself, and kept quiet, lost in thoughts when a slight ache entered his mind from his shoulder. The old wound had healed, but in his mind, he still felt it.
Shaking it off, he decided to take a slight walk around, and see what an event such as this had to offer.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 22, 2015 22:48:56 GMT -5
As Nymos walks through the Dornish camp on his way to the main festival, he sees a few banners of the mysterious organization called the Order he had heard that Dorne had aligned itself with. Their gold and swords had proved useful to rebuilding and restoring order to the region, but some ultranationalists distrusted them. The most popular is the Sword of the Morning, Cedric Dayne, who is polishing his armor and sharpening crossbow bolts as Nymos passes by.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Jul 22, 2015 22:55:01 GMT -5
Nymos looked towards the order, and towards Cedric Dayne, approaching the man as he observes the mans preparing his armor and weapons. He did not know how he felt of the Order, even less so how he felt of the Sword of the Morning. The Dayne's had done much harm to Dorne, yet the Order with him as a member had done much good. Yet, their motives for doing so remained unknown.
"Keeping yourself prepared for battle?" He asked, looking to the sharpening crossbow bolts with a raised brow, his tone neutral as he spoke. "Do you expect to need them, during this celebration?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 22, 2015 22:56:50 GMT -5
Cedric stops a moment. "Better to have them ready and not needed then needed and not ready," he said with a broad smile. "Also I may have been out a bit late last night and sitting is helping my head stop from spinning. A realm full of ladies and me just back in it." He shrugged. "I'm Cedric Dayne." He rises and offers a hand.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Jul 22, 2015 23:02:47 GMT -5
Nymos looks to it for but a second, before he returns the gesture, shaking the mans hand. "I'd stick with the story of preparing. It sounds much more appropriate, though not quite so impressive..." He said, not quite smiling though not quite stern as he nodded, "I am Nymos Qorgyle, the Lord of Sandstone."
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Post by Kurts on Jul 22, 2015 23:38:53 GMT -5
"People hear many things," she said. "Perhaps you're right. I'd fear your opponents doing the same to you," she said airily. "But hten you know that." "Considering this is your first coy moment in this far from boring conversation, I'd say I heard right." he remarked. "Aye, teaching an Ironborn about posturing would be akin to teaching your grandmother to suck eggs." "So I understand your new husband is a member of the Order? Does he intend to make me a widower?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 23, 2015 7:03:47 GMT -5
"Having heard your desire to sexually assault me," she said with some expression approaching a smile, "I find it more likely he'd be fine with just leaving your son an orphan," she said. "Maybe you could beg my close friend Ben for protection," she joked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 23, 2015 7:05:07 GMT -5
Nymos looks to it for but a second, before he returns the gesture, shaking the mans hand. "I'd stick with the story of preparing. It sounds much more appropriate, though not quite so impressive..." He said, not quite smiling though not quite stern as he nodded, "I am Nymos Qorgyle, the Lord of Sandstone." "I heard of you," Cedric said. "The last loyal lord of Dorne, I heard. Sounds like you're a man worth knowing. How are you finding the party?"
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Jul 23, 2015 22:47:02 GMT -5
Nymos looks to it for but a second, before he returns the gesture, shaking the mans hand. "I'd stick with the story of preparing. It sounds much more appropriate, though not quite so impressive..." He said, not quite smiling though not quite stern as he nodded, "I am Nymos Qorgyle, the Lord of Sandstone." "I heard of you," Cedric said. "The last loyal lord of Dorne, I heard. Sounds like you're a man worth knowing. How are you finding the party?" "Last Loyal Lord...I'm familiar with the name, yet it still sends shivers up my spine...." He said with a shake of his head as he turned to look out at the festivities unfolding, "It is...interesting. Such a celebration of peace, after all that happened...It is almost too good to believe." He said plainly as he looked back to Cedric. "We have those of the Goldlands, North, and Kingslands, for which we owe a debt of honor. Yet also the Ironborn are here, for whom I'd like to see piked on their isle of pyke..." He said, not forgetting the blow they'd dealt Dorne, even if it was during the rule of dayne. Speaking of which, "It says much, to have former enemies now gathered together as...allies. And then there is your Order, who has done much to help dorne...for that, I thank you all." He said, giving a nod of his head to the younger man.
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Post by Kurts on Jul 24, 2015 0:15:59 GMT -5
"Having heard your desire to sexually assault me," she said with some expression approaching a smile, "I find it more likely he'd be fine with just leaving your son an orphan," she said. "Maybe you could beg my close friend Ben for protection," she joked. "Begging has never seemed as appealing as taking." he replied, with a dangerous glint in his eyes as he leaned back. "I simply wished to know how far they intended to go with this crusade. First you kill the dragons, then the dragonriders, then the dragonriders' kin, then every man woman and child with a trace of Valyrian blood."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 24, 2015 5:57:42 GMT -5
"Well, that would be a shame, wouldn't it?" Ellaria said. She doesn't seem bothered.
Cedric shakes his hand. "Anything to help. Peace is the best antidote to chos," he said. "And we have seen enough of that."
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