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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Aug 9, 2015 13:10:28 GMT -5
The LA of Westeros.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Aug 9, 2015 13:15:05 GMT -5
Ser Cedric had been spending his evenings at various shady and less shady establishments around the city, inconspicuously dressed to keep his eyes and ears open for any information on the rumoured Liar's Den, as well as how to get an invitation to said tavern.
(80 Espionage, 70 Observation)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2015 13:15:11 GMT -5
No one exactly discusses the Liar's Den, but given its rather wealthy rumored clientele Cedric hears plenty of whispers about the parties. The one common thread among everything is that a large bankroll is required. And a present. No one mentions the present.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Aug 10, 2015 5:08:28 GMT -5
A while later, Lady Joanna invites the merchant Edward Stann to her solar in the Lannister manse.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 10, 2015 6:02:46 GMT -5
The merchant enters and bows, his hat rakishly tilted. "My lady," he greets in a friendly voice. "So good to see you, I hope your mine is working out."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Aug 13, 2015 12:28:39 GMT -5
"It is," she replied with a grateful smile. "I trust you are reaping the benefits from it as well, as we discussed?" she inquired, offering the man a seat.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2015 13:07:25 GMT -5
"Profit takes many forms," he said easily. "Gold and favors and more. Everyone buys and sells something." He smiled. "Some of us are just forward thinking enough to guess what will matter tomorrow, not worry about what was important yesterday. But how may I help you, my lady? Not that I need a reason to enjoy your company."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Aug 13, 2015 13:14:35 GMT -5
"Well said," she mused. "Now.. I keep hearing about a party of a private sort. Some of my friends are just dying to attend," she said, assuming that the merchant had heard of what she had in mind.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2015 13:20:04 GMT -5
"If they are known to be your friends dying is certainly a strong possibility," he said. "The party hosts are notoriously selective." He frowned. "theyve been inviting me to their little soirees but I know what they want. And you being in power has proven more profitable for me than anything they can offer."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Aug 13, 2015 13:35:51 GMT -5
"They won't be known as such," she assured him, not sure if his loyalty here was inspiring or not. "But if I send someone there to investigate, I'd like to know they'd have friends on the inside, should things go sour."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2015 13:45:29 GMT -5
Edward frowned. "If I can be honest, this manor is under watch by a hundred eyes every hour. I'm sure they have bought some of your servants, maybe even a guard or two. I spend hundreds of gold pieces for my protection; hence the northerners I used. I am no friend to them, lady Joanna, but that doesn't make me suicidal." He tapped his knee with a finger. "That said, if you can find me someone who can hold their own and isn't a fixture here, then I shall do my best."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 15, 2015 16:33:02 GMT -5
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Robyn and those with her arrive at Lannisport to start the investigation of the Ghost Ship. Time wasters need not apply.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 15, 2015 16:44:44 GMT -5
A smattering of people from across the realms have arrived to investigate. Donnyld Storm from the Stormlands, Aaron's bastard brother, Sirius Fowler of Dorne, and others (PCs from Goldlands...I assume). Nick looks about. "Well, at least we got a nice ship."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 15, 2015 17:01:07 GMT -5
Robyn looks round at the those gathered, wondering when Steffan Harlaw was arriving, as promised by Prince Killion,
She looked round at Nick and smiled a bit, "well, they were only invited to try and get all the regions involved, to try and get us to start working together, and so if we find anything, then the lords paramount do not need to simply take our word for it." She explained, though she agreed with him.
She sent word for everyone to meet at the Inn she was staying at, The Prancing Pony.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 15, 2015 17:07:10 GMT -5
Steffon and the others arrive at the ole Prancing Pony. He is a big, quiet but boorish sort of man, and he nods to Robyn. "Princess," he says in a thick accent. "Prettier'n I heard you were. A fox, not a wolf, I'd say."
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