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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 10:40:35 GMT -5
Darcy and Jaelah smile and nod eagerly, waiting for the handsome young knight to play the music he's so talented at.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 5, 2011 10:41:16 GMT -5
Malryas speaks without any accompanying gestures. "I understand the desire to crush the dragon, I can, but it seems if this dragon was so dangerous we'd have known of it beforehand." He looked placid, having had time to compose himself. "Besides, sometimes the best ally to have is the strongest. And everyone seems scared of the dragon here." Pol nodded along, he rather have a strong ally to, but at what point did the relationship turn from being allies to being subjects when your ally starts off with a mean dragon. "We'll know for sure when we get there where things lay. Sometimes you don't know of things until it hits you in the face." Pol shrugged.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 10:45:16 GMT -5
Darcy and Jaelah smile and nod eagerly, waiting for the handsome young knight to play the music he's so talented at. "Well then," Frances says, taking his harp into both hands. "First I must wet my tongue however with some wine." He strums a few chords while waiting on the wine.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 10:45:25 GMT -5
"Very well said, Prince Greyjoy. Sometimes that is the case." Bolton's voice is distant. "Either way, we must get to Meereen. The truth will be be difficult to pry out of anywhere else."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 10:46:18 GMT -5
Jaelah gets him a full glass of wine. It's a bit too sweet for his taste but it serves its intended purpose.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 5, 2011 10:49:58 GMT -5
Pol nodded once more, if trends were any indication the dragon king would have double the size for the honour guard and double the food and drink. He made his way back with the rest of the ambassadors.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 10:55:46 GMT -5
Frances sips from the wine before playing three of his favourite songs, dedicating one to each girl and the last to both. When he finished he lifted his glass. "To both of you, pretty ladies," He says before taking a deep swallow.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 10:57:03 GMT -5
The women clap excitedly. Darcy walks over to take his hand.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 11:00:42 GMT -5
Frances takes Darcy's hand and kisses it. "And what is it milady wishes now, hmmm?" He asks, knowing full well she can't understand him but letting his tone imply what he intended.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 11:02:01 GMT -5
She giggled and seemed to understand more of it than he may have thought. "My room." She took his hand and led him on.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 11:07:08 GMT -5
Frances grinned and followed the girl, wine glass still in hand. When they entered her room he closed the door and set the wine down on a table. "So, how do you Volantene like to do it?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 11:07:51 GMT -5
Darcy doesn't speak, but just begins taking her short dress off.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 11:15:48 GMT -5
Frances feels his heart beginning to beat faster and, when she has her back turned, slips his incapacitating poison into the wine. Picking up the glass, Frances approaches the girl. "Thirsty?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 11:17:24 GMT -5
She takes an eager sip and finishes undressing. She sits on his lap, and after a minute or so her eyes get a confused look and her body starts quivering as the poison does its work.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 12:51:12 GMT -5
Frances chuckled to himself and rose, setting the girl down on the chair. "Don't be scared now, girl," He says as he goes to lock the door.
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