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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 2, 2011 6:11:50 GMT -5
The port of Sunspear, where the great galleon Indomitable sits. After a mysterious command from their respective monarchs, a gathering of ambassadors and swordsmen, traders and spies awaits a journey to the mysterious and warring city-states of Slaver's Bay.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 2, 2011 10:28:50 GMT -5
Sunspear was no true city. Dacey Frey looked around in disapproval, thinking that it couldn't compare to White Harbor. She felt a pang of longing for the cold North and the Neck that she called home. Dorne was too hot for her taste and she wasn't used to sweating so much. She'd even had to buy thinner clothing since she had brought nothing light enough for Dorne.
She fingered her daggers as she looked around. Any cutpurse who thought to target her was going to find himself short a few fingers or , if he was really unlucky, bleeding to death from a slit throat on the sand. She cursed Bolton's decision to bring her. She didn't want to go to Slaver's Bay. She would have rather he sent someone else, and let her remain to do his work in White Harbor or Gulltown.
She sighed and sauntered over to Bolton.
"I'll be glad to be rid of this bloody place," she told him. "Stinks worse than the Wolf's Den of White Harbor.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 2, 2011 10:40:24 GMT -5
"Oh, relax," a sibilant voice sounded behind her, "you're acting like it's the end of the world." Malryas Bolton chuckled low. "I assure you, the first time you ever see the slums of the Free Cities, well, you'll know what a real wasteland is. We're given orders and we execute them." A dagger appeared in his hand he tossed it up into the air, at its apex he tossed another and then a third. "Always more things to keep up at once. Can't let your mind wander with thoughts of heat or exhaustion. The North depends on our knives as much as Lord Everett's swords."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 2, 2011 10:50:28 GMT -5
"I know, and I won't forget it, but I've never liked the heat. Even when it was warm in the twins, it was also humid. Thils is dry heat. I don't care for it," she grumbled.
She watched Bolton juggle his daggers, secretly thinking it frivolous of him to do so. She never used her own blades as toys.
"When did you ever go to the Free Cities, my lord?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 2, 2011 11:02:17 GMT -5
"Now and again." He caught the daggers in his left hand one by one and then put them away again. "A clever spy like you should have no trouble figuring that out one day. The better question is who did I meet while I was over there?" He shrugged. "But it was about six years ago. Braavos, Lys, and Pentos." He observed her obvious annoyance. "Letting your displeasure show is definitely not in the list of tricks I showed you. We give the world what it wants to see, not what we want to see."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 2, 2011 11:07:05 GMT -5
Dacey shrugged. She had only needed a few minutes to vent her feelings.
"I won't let anyone else see my displeasure. I know my duty, you know I do. But I do wonder why you chose me. I've never travelled this far before and I speak no foreign tongues."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 2, 2011 11:07:54 GMT -5
Ser Frances Sand had arrived early to scout out the harbour, and now returned again in the company of Selyse Qorgyle and her maester. He wore clothes typical of Sandy Dornishmen, though he himself was not one.
At his hip was a sword, a spear and shield on his back, a belt of knives under his white tunic. With one hand ever on the pommel of his sword his blue and purple eyes intently took gauged every passing person.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 2, 2011 11:13:52 GMT -5
"You need to expand your horizons, Dacey. If I don't take you out every now and again, how would you ever enjoy the sweet smell of...baked horse dung? Besides, I have a thousand men who can break into a building and steal everything not bolted to the floor. I have a hundred who can kill a man with bow and dagger, letting his blood trickle out as he expires. But I have exactly one woman who can do those things, and she's like a good sword, if unused she'll go to rust."
Ser Frances sees a bunch of smallfolk, and a few corsairs around the giant warship. On the docks a man and woman were talking. The man was short, with brown hair. He juggled daggers while the woman looked annoyed.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 2, 2011 11:16:42 GMT -5
"Lady Selsyse," Frances said, turning to the woman. "Wait here while I question those two." Without waiting for a reply he then walked over to the two strangers.
"Careful you don't cut yourself, pal," He said to the man with a wry grin, before turning his horrendously handsome face to Dacey and giving her a wink. "And who might you be?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 2, 2011 11:19:19 GMT -5
"You could always hire more women, you know. I'd help you train them," Dacey told Bolton. "I like my work but this...expanding my horizons is a bit daunting even for me."
She turned and saw the man who approached. He was handsome enough to send a shiver of lust through her but his voice troubled her. Dornish, she knew at once, and resolved to quell her attraction to him. She spat on the ground.
"Dacey Frey. And you are a Dornishman, I know. What would the likes of you have to say to me?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 2, 2011 11:22:37 GMT -5
"To say? Not much," Frances insinuated, his eyes fixed on Dacey's. "What brings you to Sunspear?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 2, 2011 11:26:19 GMT -5
When either character turns back to the third wheel, they realize Malryas Bolton has vanished somewhere.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 2, 2011 11:28:28 GMT -5
"Duty," she said. "And Bolton."
She jerked a thumb at the man she worked for then realised he had vanished.
"Oh! He must be up to something. But don't you make the mistake of thinking I like this hot and smelly place because I don't. I'm here for Bolton, no other reason. So you're here for the same reason I suppose?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 2, 2011 11:30:53 GMT -5
"Bodyguard, huh?" Frances asked, scanning the harbour to see if he could spot Bolton. "I am Ser Frances Sand, guard to Lady Selys Qorgyle."
Observation Roll
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 2, 2011 11:32:28 GMT -5
If Malryas is around, he has a cloak of invisibility. With the crowds and his short stature he could be anywhere.
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