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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2015 12:53:10 GMT -5
After a hike of several miles they come across a fishing vilalge, large ships plying the river for fish or trade or whatnot. The locals are darker-skinned like some Dornish, and look extremely confused to see the four Westerosi.
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Post by Kurts on Sept 20, 2015 12:57:40 GMT -5
Killion looked around for anyone that spoke Common, meeting the strange looks with a slightly sheepish smile, as if he had somehow caused an imposition upon them by being flung through space and time.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2015 13:02:44 GMT -5
After a while he finds the owners of a small trading ship. The captain looks Westerosi. He nods to the 'travelers.' "You all don't look like you belong here," he noted drily.
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Post by Kurts on Sept 20, 2015 13:06:44 GMT -5
"That would depend on where here is. Tied off one too many the last few nights." he laughed easily, rubbing his head as if it throbbed, none to eager to seem like a madman with the truth. "Last thing I remember is playing a bit of five finger filet near the docks. Where are we?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2015 13:56:52 GMT -5
"About six days north of Volos Theryn," he said. "Second city of Volantis," he said. "Musta had one hell of a night. Where you all from, anyhow? I'm Miles, from King's Landing," he said, offering a hand.
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Post by Kurts on Sept 20, 2015 14:03:34 GMT -5
"Fucking hells." he muttered. "We've got to get to Tyrosh. We're crew on a merchant cog heading there and are owed a cut of the profits from the venture. If you know any trade ships heading that way, we're all competent sailors. Can work for passage."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2015 14:05:17 GMT -5
"I can take you to the Old city," he said. "Dozens of ships head to Tyrosh from there daily. I'll be leaving in two days to take fish on down. My wife needs to return from upstream before I can go, though."
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Post by Kurts on Sept 20, 2015 14:30:45 GMT -5
"Good man!" Killion exclaimed.
The four Ironborn sailed to Volantis and then made their way home from there, Killion finding no small measure of serenity in the mundane tasks of a sailor after the bizarre occurrences of late.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2015 17:32:37 GMT -5
Arthur Tyrell had fought valiantly alongside men far more experienced than he was. But when he saw the others suddenly disappear a wave of panic came over him. He looked around wildly, unsure what might be the best course of action to take. I've got to get back to my men. was his first desperate thought. His men are packing up and getting ready to run like hell as the chaos in Drogon's madness continues.
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