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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 22, 2015 22:53:02 GMT -5
Mason Keep's docks are located about eight miles away, in a small village which only opens for the festivals at the great castle. Corsairs can dock, but no other ships can head so far up the tributary system of the mighty Blackwater.
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Post by Kurts on Aug 5, 2015 0:26:50 GMT -5
When Killion was well enough to walk, he made his way to the docks to see the gift King Terrence had promised.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2015 4:16:25 GMT -5
It doesn't take long to walk, most of his wounds are to his body. The prince sees a barrel marked with a silver direwolf. Inside is a sickly green liquid. It's enough wildfire to do some roasting.
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Post by Kurts on Aug 5, 2015 12:58:17 GMT -5
Killion revealed his sharkish smile at the sight of the green substance, resealing it. It seemed this tournament had not been a total loss after all.
"Load it on the hip lads. We make for Tyrosh!" he bellowed jovially, doing his best to hide the wince of pain.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2015 13:19:06 GMT -5
The flotilla sets off
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Aug 5, 2015 16:43:41 GMT -5
Quentyn sailed with Killion's flotilla down the river, splitting off once they hit the Narrow Sea. He made for Lys.
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