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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 14, 2011 8:22:49 GMT -5
"So how far exactly are we going?" Frances asked, disliking the look of this city even more than that of Meereen.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2011 7:15:04 GMT -5
"Another four days' ride south, if our line holds." Cassandra frowns. "It should; we've got a good position behind the river there. Any attempt to cross will cost the Ghiscari dearly."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 15, 2011 7:28:09 GMT -5
"Well then let's get to it," Frances muttered, already sick of the journey.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2011 7:30:56 GMT -5
The stop in Yunkai is short and uneventful, and another four days puts the group at a truly gigantic fortress. Conqueror's Keep is the size of some small towns but entirely militaristic, and thousands of soldiers can be seen manning its walls or patrolling outside of it. To its south is a river. Princess Cassandra nods in approval. "All looks normal."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 15, 2011 7:40:10 GMT -5
"Where are those Ghiscari then?" Frances asked, feeling a tinge of awe as he looks upon the keep with its walls and ramparts. "And gods, how long did this take to build?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2011 7:47:18 GMT -5
"Eight years. Or so my brother told me. It gets worked on daily." The huge keep opens its giant gate tot he party, and they ride inside to a city effectively built entirely for war. "The Ghiscair aren't within eyesight, of course; their camps are usually two or three days' ride south, they want to scout the dragon before it arrives."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 15, 2011 7:59:22 GMT -5
"And when will that be?" Frances asked, eyes still looking about. He wouldn't lie about his interest in actually seeing the dragon, though he doubted it would be as terrifying as people thought. "Big lizard..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2011 8:00:18 GMT -5
"Oh, Drogon'll come. Whenever the Ghiscari move north she comes."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 15, 2011 8:34:22 GMT -5
"Strange name for a girl," Frances said with a chuckle before moving up to Humble. "It's not a ship but it's better than the desert."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2011 20:43:36 GMT -5
Cassandra led them to the largest of the fortress's hundred towers. "We'll stay here wile I figure out what the situation is. The Hegemon's armies are never quiet for long." The tower is two hundred feet high and the area of some small castles. "Marshall Fenn is in command here. You might like him; he was born to fight too."
Ser Hollis squints up at the tower and looks about the city. "Feels like paradise."
Humble turns to Frances. "Definitely better'n the desert. Maybe we'll even get our swords wet."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 16, 2011 10:56:46 GMT -5
Frances chuckled at Hollis' statements before turning to Humble. "Should've held yourself a little better last time," He said with a grin. "Now, let's find this Marshall Fenn."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 19, 2011 8:19:11 GMT -5
It doesn't take long before they come across a man, black-skinned with pearly teeth and eyes. He is unarmored except for a bronze plate across his chest and back, and he carries a spear a good ten feet long in one hand, the head three feet of dark steel. Only Hollis is of a height to look him in the eye. Cassandra waves melodramatically. "Marshall Fenn, our guests from Westeros."
The giant regards the group, including (especially) the massive Clegane, then speaks in thickly accented Westerosi. "Welcome to Conqueror Keep."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 19, 2011 8:27:13 GMT -5
"That's a nice spear you've got there," Frances says with a grin, indicating his own weapon. And how useful it would be to have that large spear, with what looked like a tip of Valyrian Steel.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 19, 2011 8:28:54 GMT -5
Fenn nods. "Thank yew." He points to the tower. "Eat, drink, then see war." His language switches and he speaks to Cassandra in a much more rapid-fire, sure tone, indicating considerable intelligence.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 19, 2011 8:33:01 GMT -5
"Whatever the man says," Frances grunts, making his way over to the tower that had been indicated.
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