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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 2, 2011 11:34:52 GMT -5
"I'm no bodyguard," she said. "That's not exactly a job for a woman. But never you mind why I'm here. It's not your business. Gods, I wish we'd board the ship already."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 2, 2011 12:04:50 GMT -5
Frances chuckled. "Aye, that'd be good." He turned to where Lady Qorgyle stood and waved. "All is well, milady. You can approach."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 2, 2011 13:36:04 GMT -5
Dacey looked suspiciously at the woman. She had a Dornish look and that made Dacey uncomfortable. She didn't want to be anywhere near the Dornish but it seemed she had no choice in the matter.
"Who is she? Your mistress? I thought men didn't like having women tell them what to do?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 2, 2011 13:39:02 GMT -5
"'She' is Lady Selyse Qorgyle, and ambassador of Dorne, and you will respect her," Frances replied with a warning look. "With her is Maester Sevren, a very wise man."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 2, 2011 14:05:29 GMT -5
"Oh. I'll remember. And I'll respect them so long as they respect me. The North is equal to Dorne."
Better than Dorne, her mind said, but she kept that thought to herself.
"Even in the wild North we use the services of the maesters," Dacey remarked.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 2, 2011 18:17:40 GMT -5
Frances chuckled. "It ain't about who's equal to who, lass," He winked at her. "Honestly, I couldn't care less what your Northmen do."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 2, 2011 18:24:57 GMT -5
"I feel the same about you Dornishmen," she said. "You ain't First Men or even Andals. Bloody Rhoynar."
She wished she wasn't attracted to him. It would have made her dislike that much easier to bear.
"Gods, I wish we were travelling on separate ships."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 2, 2011 18:29:38 GMT -5
Frances laughed, hefting the sack that held the rest of his things. "You can stay as far from me on the ship as you like, but you'll have to make do with hearing my play the harp." He looked up. "You do like music up in your frosty hole, right?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 2, 2011 18:36:56 GMT -5
"I do."
She said it somewhat begrudgingly. She loved music but she didn't really want to be near the Dornishman. And yet...the lure was too strong.
"How about you play me one song and if I like it I won't complain about your presence?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 2, 2011 18:44:06 GMT -5
"Here? Now?" Frances asked with a laugh. "My duty is to protect Lady Selyse, not entertain young maidens. Once her other guards have arrived and she is safely on board I may be convinced."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 2, 2011 18:48:44 GMT -5
"Do it then," she said. "It's surely the only thing that can redeem you for being born Dornish."
She was actually starting to enjoy the sparring and though there was a warning voice inside her she didn't want to back down. If this was the way she made her peace with their mission, so be it. She deserved a little amusment surely.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 2, 2011 21:31:11 GMT -5
Lady Selyse, a tall, stately woman in her middle forties, and Maester Sevren, a fifty year old man with a lazy eye, walk towards the ship. Sevren ignores the two, while Lady Selyse nods politely to Dacey and mentions to Ser Frances. "Why thank you for being so vigilant, Ser Frances. Lord Bryce said you were his best man and I'm pleased to see that it is true." The two board the ship with another three guards.
Another few men can be seen walking towards the ship, making no attempt to hife their identity. A man with a red lion on a gold background is in the center, a gold chain about his neck. To his left is a man in chain mail with the sigil of House Goldengrove, and to his right is a giant of a man, a shield with three dogs on it, and an enormous mace hung at his side. Even in the heat of the day he wears plate. They approach the Indomitable with a steady pace, the man in the center pausing occasionally to look at a merchant's stand.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 2, 2011 22:15:14 GMT -5
Pol stared down off the forecastle of the massive ship. When he first laid eyes on the behemoth of a vessel he thought it was the pinnacle of excess for a people that were weak and that had to build a large craft to flaunt their power. But now he could appreciate the craftwork at least. His own vessel Breakwind was some distance away, manned by a crew of his trusted men. He would not put too much faith in the crews of the Greenlanders though there were some reputable captains among them. He would play nice with the Greenland lords, but if need be he'd put one or two in their place with a fist or two. He observed the steady arrival of the guests and he was eager to be off.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 2, 2011 22:22:43 GMT -5
"Damned greenlanders have mastered overcompensation," the iron voice of Ser Clarence Blackwall speaks. "All this power on the sea and no idea what to do wit it, I'm thinking. This ship's big but too dman slow for war. We could reave King's Landing, take the King's sister, and be gone before this'd have crossed the Blackwater." Ser Clarence was medium height but had thick shoulders and chest, a man built for lifting and rowing and fighting through and through. "Still, nice to get a free view of Dorne's little port. They got some fine women here...maybe they'd like a room in my castle."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 2, 2011 22:36:11 GMT -5
"Fine women that would rot in that demp mess of a ship you call a castle. Besides they'd break apart too easily." Pol rubbed his belly, a belly that was in need of a good ale and some racks of meat. Pol grunted as he thought over the ship some more. "Deadweight for sure, I'd rather have ten fast ships than a thing like this." He looked around, "Too fuckin' hot, think they'd mind if I walk around naked?"
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