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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2011 10:25:25 GMT -5
A month after setting forth from Sunspear, the great ship Indomitable appears off the port of the massive city of Volantis. The busy port is filled with warships and trading cogs, sleek Summer Islander craft and immense Qartheen pleasure barges. After a month at sea, tempers have flared but remained controlled. The craft docks at an enormous pier, filled with dozens of littler ships, and the small fleet accompanying take positions as well. The gangplank goes down and the eager landlubbers among the ship's crew eagerly disembark. For three days the ship will take on supplies while ambassadors meet with the Volantene lords.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 4, 2011 10:29:03 GMT -5
Ser Frances Sand approaches Lady Qorgyle on deck. "Milady, will you be seeing the Volantene noblemen immediately?" He asks, eyes watching the dockside intently.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2011 10:30:44 GMT -5
Selyse Qorgyle makes a face. "After a proper bath and a good meal. These Kingslander cooks make the most distasteful food this side of Pyke." A hundred or so individuals are already headed to the main city.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 4, 2011 10:33:11 GMT -5
"Of course, milady," Frances replied. "That will give me time to put my armour on and sharpen my sword. Shall I feature Maester Sevren as well?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2011 10:37:41 GMT -5
"He'll accompany me. These Free Cities lords wouldn't take kindly to me bringing my own armed escort." She rolls her eyes. "Pampered brats would take it as my insulting their protection. Go out and do whatever it is you knights do with leave time."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 4, 2011 10:39:43 GMT -5
"You will need protection," Frances continued. "But if you say so, milady, I shall leave you in the protection of... who? Volantene guards?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2011 10:43:49 GMT -5
"More accurately, a Volantene army." She waved towards the city and Ser Frances could see a good forty armed men headed towards the ship, dressed in brightly colored armor with silvery spears. "We're apparently honored guests."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 4, 2011 10:45:35 GMT -5
Frances smiled thinly. "How long will you be spending at the palace, or wherever they're taking you?" He hefted one of the knives in his belt. "Because I know what will happen if you don't return by the allotted time."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2011 10:49:13 GMT -5
"I'll be back by midnight, I imagine. I've heard these Volantenes insist on partying with new guests until early hours." She takes a long look about the harbor. "There are many more warships here than I imagined." As the full port is now in view, Frances can see there must be four hundred docked or sailing.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 4, 2011 10:55:00 GMT -5
"I shall have a look around and see what I can find out," Frances replied. "Is there anything else you wish of me, milady?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2011 10:57:24 GMT -5
"Not at the moment." Selyse and the other kingdom's ambassadors and advisers waited for their honor guard.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 4, 2011 11:01:22 GMT -5
"Of course, milady," Frances replied, before returning to his room to put on his armour and hone his weapons.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 4, 2011 11:11:30 GMT -5
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When he was fitted our Frances made his way off the ship and into the harbour. He had his sword and shield with him, as well as his knives, though he had left his spear back on the ship. With his eyes moving left and right he looked for a good tavern.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2011 11:44:21 GMT -5
He has no trouble finding a tavern for every imaginable taste. He settles for one with an upper-class feel, with good music playing. The floors are stone, freshly polished, and the patrons are mostly younger, attractive lesser nobility or rich merchants. A slender pale serving girl offers him a drink.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 4, 2011 12:04:26 GMT -5
"Thank you, my dear," Frances replied with a handsome smile, accepting the drink. "Do you speak the common tongue?"
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