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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 8, 2016 15:25:10 GMT -5
She accepted a drink and sniffed at it to see what it contained.
"Thank you," she replied, trying hard not cringe at what she thought was a grammatical error. "Everyone seems to be in good spirits today. Are we celebrating something special?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 8, 2016 15:38:57 GMT -5
"Life!" the man said, and the others agree heartily. "What is your name Westerosi? You are emperor special guest no?" Clearly he speaks some Westerosi but had never had time to study sentence construction.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 9, 2016 16:23:05 GMT -5
"My name is Morgan Brax," she answered. "And yes, my friends and I are the emperor's guests. I hoped you kind fellows would be able to help me out with something."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2016 8:27:03 GMT -5
The group looks at her with interest, some with more predatory interest than benign probably, but such is life on the frontier. "What do you need help with?" he asked carefully.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 10, 2016 14:01:43 GMT -5
"I want to see the corpse of one of the demons I've heard about. I know there was an alarm earlier, I thought perhaps it was a demon attack?" She smiled at the man, trying to suggest confidence and trustworthiness.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2016 14:43:18 GMT -5
"You want to see a demon corpse? A woman said at the table. "How...fetishistic," she said. "We can find you one."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 10, 2016 15:01:15 GMT -5
Morgan frowned at the word she wasn't familiar with but she smiled at the woman. "Thank you. My interest is purely academic. I am a student at the Citadel. I want to learn everything I can about this place and the creatures that inhabit the area. I hope that the knowledge I find benefits both the Emperor and my own people."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2016 15:27:15 GMT -5
"Finish drink then we go," the woman said. "Up up goes the cup!" she rhymed.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 10, 2016 15:36:50 GMT -5
Morgan was eager to go but she had to remember her position so she drank as swiftly as decorum would permit. Setting her cup down, she said "I'm ready."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2016 15:45:47 GMT -5
The others cheer her drinking on. "You're not bad at drinking!" They all rise raucously. "Follow us!" They all grab bottles to take with them.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 10, 2016 15:52:44 GMT -5
Morgan didn't bother taking a drink with her. She needed to keep a clear head. She followed the others, nonetheless, keeping hold of her sketchpad and her box of charcoals. After all, if she had the opportunity to draw the creature, it could only be to her own advantage.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2016 15:57:48 GMT -5
They lead her to a strange underground room, the strange partying group like a bunch of alcoholic teenagers away from home for the first time...maybe they basically were, for all that. The woman opens a door and Morgan sees it, the demon, seven feet tall, rail thin, all sinewy muscle and bone and strange batlike wings. Its face is longer than a humans, its snout filled with serrated and uneven teeth. It smells like a burning corpse even in death. "There's your new boyfriend!" another woman jokes.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 10, 2016 16:11:04 GMT -5
Morgan pulled a face at the woman.
"so this is a demon." She moved closer to it, curious. "Let's look at the teeth. I want to examine the properties of bone, and see what else it might use as a weapon."
She began to study the creature's body for any other interesting information.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2016 16:25:04 GMT -5
Everyone else is making a drinking game; a shot every time she uses a word they don't know. Their Westerosi is awful, too. The demon is anatomically rather humanoid; teeth canine and predatory but more sharklike than anything, their overall build like a starving giant, their nether region hairy and knobby. The bones are rather thick and powerful, made of different calcium structures than mens', and she also notices their eyes seem to glow a faint red. It's possible they view a different version of the light spectrum than we do. "Kiss it!" one of the men calls out. "Five gold!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 10, 2016 16:31:16 GMT -5
"I wouldn't kiss it for anything less than all the gold in Casterly Rock!" She shot back. "I don't see you offering to do the deed." She pulled out her sketchbook and began to draw a rough outline of the creature. "Has anyone tried to dissect the corpse?" She frowned, then tried to think of a simpler explanation her companions might understand. "Cut it open, I mean? So we can see what it's like inside."
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