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Post by Lyonel on Feb 29, 2016 16:56:32 GMT -5
Having left the city of Myr on the careful hands of the merchant now made Seneschal, Lysergio Siddario-Drenoris, High Magister Kraznys, his loyal bodyguard Honest Orys, Sir Jonas Merryweather and an entourage of a dozen more former pitfighters set out to the Free City of Lys in search of the famed agriculturist, Saan Castel. The Lysene Minister is their only hope to recondition the once bountiful lands around Myr, devastated by war and years of ill rule by the tyrant, Frances Dayne. Will our heroes succeed in their quest?
The Crew arrives in Lys' main port, they travel lightly, with only a large travelling satchel per person, they did not expect to remain very long in the city. As he is used to, Kraznys is armed to the teeth, bow and spear strung across his back; in contrast, the young Merryweather is clad in a simple red velvet tunic, carrying no more than a ceremonial sword on his waist and one of his fantastical novels in his pack. The captain gives the Knight a weak shove, indicating that he should start doing his work.
"Excuse me, Sir." The youth politely approaches some random lysene dockhand, easily identifiable by their almost valyrian features. He speaks gently, a result of all the years he spent being raised at court. "Would you care to indicate us the location of the central Palace? Or ate least the Castel residence?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 29, 2016 17:26:15 GMT -5
The man looks at them and points to a gigantic looking structure. "Prince lives there. Take big road to market then go right. Cannot miss," he promised. He looks expectantly at the group for a tip.
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Post by Lyonel on Feb 29, 2016 17:42:33 GMT -5
"Thank you, good sir. May you have a most enjoyable evening." Jonas smiled, giving the man a pentuple of Myrish copper coins. The youth looked back at his Captain and motioned towards the market with his head; who in return bluntly shoved people aside with his strong, battle-hardened arms, making his way towards the palace. Jonas led the way, closely followed by the Captain and the others, feeling a little nervous by the man's company. He hardly ever dealt with Kraznys himself, usually using Lysergio or Leo as intermediaries.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 29, 2016 17:52:41 GMT -5
After thirty five minutes or so, the group arrives at the first luxurious set of gates to the palace. A dozen well armed guards stand at the entrance, watching the crowd about, and for all the palace rising towers, thin architecture, and seeming build for pleasure, Kraznys sees crossbow-wielding snipers in several windows and suspects a fair portion of the market crowd is armed with something. The strange looking crew gets some odd looks but a lady of perhaps twenty five greets them. "Magister Kraznys?" she asked in a lilting tone. "The Prince is honored to have such a distinguished guest so early into your mutual rules."
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Post by Lyonel on Feb 29, 2016 18:05:05 GMT -5
"The one and only, in the flesh. Honored by such a calorous reception." The Captain blurted, watching carefully the crossbowmen in the windows. He raised a hand, telling his men to not take any action that they may repent later. "And who are you supposed to be, miss?"
Jonas, retreating to the middle of the party, cringing because his employer's bluntness. One of Lysergio's instructions had been to watch over Kraznys, not letting him act in disaccord with his new station. That would probably turn out to be a little harder than he expected.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 29, 2016 18:16:16 GMT -5
"I'm Alys," she said. "Princess Karellian's aide de camp. It's a pleasure to meet you." She waved them on. "Come on in. I hope you like wine and roast boar."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Feb 29, 2016 18:21:51 GMT -5
"We absolutely adore wine and roast boar!" Orys declared. He gestured his men to stay close to the High Magister. Especially the nice tall ones. Just in case. He turned his attention to the crowd. Lys was not known for its affable relations with the old Tyrosh and Myr, and despite whatever treaties the Ironbuggers had signed with the Lysene liars, Orys was not keen to relax anywhere on this island.
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Post by Lyonel on Feb 29, 2016 18:31:12 GMT -5
"We don't..." Have time for this, The Captain was going to say, before being interrupted by Orys and soon after by his translator. He regarded Jonas with a scowl but ended letting him do the talking with all his aristocratic manners; later he'd take care of this.
Kraznys followed, acknowledged Orys with a brief nod, they had known each other for too long to not know they shared the same concerns about the situation. he kept an eye out for the Lysene guards, the years had taught him never to let his guard down.
"Of course, fair lady. It'd be an honor to accept such a generous offer." Merryweather said nervously, running over the Captain and his Right Hand was a risky move, but so was offending their neighbors. He again jumped to the front of the party, to walk beside the princess' aide de camp. "Will the Princess be joining us for the Feast?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 29, 2016 18:37:06 GMT -5
"Of course!" she said, as they entered the great hall. "Visitors such as yourselves can hardly settle for less than our great rulers, no?" she asked.
The food smells rather good, honestly. And the wine can be swiftly replaced with liquor from anywhere in the world, as they sit. After a bit, Nyles Karellian enters. He regards the visitors with a bit of surprise. "I wish you'd let me know you were coming sooner. Roast boar is hardly a fit meal for a Magister," he said. "Well, except for Garen's honeyed boar, which is this one right here. Truly," he smelled it and nodded in approval, "the man is the Vhagus Targaryen of Westerosi cuisine." He took his seat and had a brandy placed before him. "Now, then, what brings the new Magister of Myr to my humble abode?"
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Feb 29, 2016 18:46:39 GMT -5
Orys cut a small slice before Kraznys. He produced a small twenty sided die and rolled it. "Jaqen, you're up." He handed it to a young blonde guard from Braavos, who gobbled the meat without chewing or actually closing his mouth. The Volantene studied him for a moment.
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Post by Lyonel on Feb 29, 2016 19:09:54 GMT -5
"We did not..." Plan to come unannounced, The Captain interrupted Jonas before he talked any further. Yes, this had become a game, and no, Kraznys would not let the kid deal with the Prince and Princess, maybe the servants, but not them. He didn't care two shits if he was not going to act accordingly to their flowery bullshit.
"Boar is fine, better than horse." The mercenary said, waiting for the taster's results before touching his food. He meant no offense, of course, but he also didn't care if they took any, his safety came first before manners. "We are after one of those types of yours; Saan Castel is the name."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 1, 2016 12:56:00 GMT -5
Nyles took a large bite himself; he didn't much care for typical etiquette either, and he regarded the mercenary lord. "Looking to do some farming?" he asked rhetorically. "My Minister of Agriculture is rather valuable to me and my city." He rose and pulled his wife's seat out as Miranda Karellian entered. The female admiral had her trifold hat in her left hand and sailing clothes on as she took a seat. "My dear, these fine gentleman wish the services of our dear Saan." The woman regarded them with her mixed color eyes.
"I'd heard the Iron Empire doesn't sow," she said. "How fortunate to discover they've found more sense. For how long will you want him?" she asked.
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Post by Lyonel on Mar 2, 2016 8:43:07 GMT -5
"We may be part of the Iron Empire, but Myr is not what you'd call 'of Ironborn stock'. Their lifestyle is rather unsustainable where I come from, as a mercenary you learn to take what is given plus what is not." The Captain grinned, he had relaxed a little considering the rather informal manners of the Karellians. He finally bent to the boars marvellous scent and started eating little by little. "Not for very long, I hope. Just until we can rebuild our farms and start walking on our own legs."
"Excuse me, sir." Jonas said to Kraznys then turned to Nyles, shyly joining the conversaiton from across the dining table. "In the event of the great Minister being unable to comply with our requests; we'd be willing to hire one of his pupils or protegees."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 2, 2016 12:15:35 GMT -5
"Well, Miranda said, "that didn't long to negotiate down." Nyles chuckled. "Two planting seasons, no more than six months apart," he said. "We want a dozen glass blowers for the same duration."
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Post by Lyonel on Mar 2, 2016 16:09:34 GMT -5
"Seven." The Captain answered briefly, they couldn't give up that many specialized workers in such a dire time.
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