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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 12:42:46 GMT -5
As the great ship Indomitable approaches Meereen, signs of an enormous naval battle are evident everywhere. Burned-out hulks of ships float about, and in the clear waters many other ships' remains are visible beneath the sea. In the far distance, the tall towers of the capital of New Valyria are apparent, more by glint than by detail.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 13:13:09 GMT -5
"Impressive," Frances said with a chuckle to no one in particular as he looked at the burned out ships and the distant towers. "Great idea coming here."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 14:57:43 GMT -5
"The dragons got the best of it; these are Ghiscari galleys for the most part." Malryas Bolton's low voice says next to him. "Hence the need for Volantis."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 15:20:31 GMT -5
"You again," Frances says with a grin, not turning to face Bolton. "It seems that Volantis is desperate indeed. Should we side with the Dragon..." He chuckled, leaving his sentence unfinished.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 5, 2011 16:03:52 GMT -5
Dacey stood on deck, alone, gazing out to sea. She saw the wreckage ahead and wondered at it, hoping the clonflict would be over by now. She didn't want to get caught up in someone else's war.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 23:34:00 GMT -5
"That is the question, isn't it, Sand? To side with the dragon or leave them to all burn?" The voice speaks again, lower. "Not that a man such as yourself would mind the chance to unleash a bit of hell on these shores. Warriors like to test themselves, no?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 6, 2011 6:43:49 GMT -5
"I don't mind a good fight every now and then," Frances replied with a shrug. "But a dragon is one thing I don't want to face, if this is its work."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2011 7:03:20 GMT -5
Malryas shakes his head surveying the scene. "I don't see many scorch marks." The ship approaches Meereen, where a few dozen ships are assembled.
After an hour or so, the nearest of the ships approaches the Indomitable and a flag goes up. In accented Westerosi, a man calls for a parley. Boardwalks are let down and a young man of middle height and golden hair steps out from the second deck of the other vessel. "Make way for King Sirius Targaryen!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 6, 2011 7:16:35 GMT -5
Frances already stood to the side, armoured and with his weapons always at the ready. He studied the supposed King as he made his way on deck with a neutral expression.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2011 7:23:11 GMT -5
The King is dressed in red and black armor, and a few moment's examination reveals some blood stains on it. His sword is matte black steel, with silvery nicks from battle. He bows his head lightly. "Men and women of Westeros, I humbly welcome you to New Valyria. I apologize for the poor entrance; unfortunate business had to be conducted and it absolutely could not wait."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 6, 2011 9:47:10 GMT -5
"You got to do what you got to do," Pol spoke amidst the crowd of onlookers. This man seemed more impressive and made a better entrance than those in Volantis. "Now that the unfortunate business is over with, are you ready to talk?" He added.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2011 9:49:39 GMT -5
King Sirius half-smiles as some of his staff look shocked. "I am, Lord Kraken. Tonight, we should have a meal and discuss business in the Westerosi fashion. I am merely showing you all how grateful I am that you have decided to come."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 6, 2011 9:59:02 GMT -5
Pol nodded, "We'll share what we've brought then, if it all hasn't been drank away already. And just Pol is enough, if you're not familiar, the Iron Born dispense with formalities usually. I didn't mean..any disrespect."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 6, 2011 10:02:02 GMT -5
"Men after my own heart," he says. "As for supplies, perhaps we can share an ale then make landfall and have a more...fresh dinner." People start oening the last kegs and filling towering mugs with thick beer.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 6, 2011 10:24:06 GMT -5
Pol chuckles and gulps from his mug, "You're a man that knows his way around a ship it looks like," Pol remarked, "How was the battle?" He added with genuine interest.
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