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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 8, 2011 8:37:13 GMT -5
A dinner for the ambassadors and some truested guests has been prepared while the warriors head south along the Valyrian Way. Any food imaginiable is available, along with fruit juices, spirits, wine, ale, and even iced water.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 8, 2011 8:48:14 GMT -5
Pol arrives after his conversation with Bolton and Banefort. He goes to sit in the accommodated seats for the rest of the ambassadors, though he looked for an end seat so he wouldn't have to sit in the middle of the group.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 8, 2011 8:52:06 GMT -5
The table is circular, as it's for a small group only. The King has only a young woman and an older man of perhaps forty near him. He rises. "Prince Pol Greyjoy! An honor to see you again! This is my elder sister Tristessa and my Vizier, Master of Yunkai, Imros Creel."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 8, 2011 8:58:40 GMT -5
Pol didn't know what to make of the circular table. It threw all his plans asunder, so he simply sat where there was an empty seat near to the king. "Thank you for the welcome," he replied, while eying the king and the others. "That place we're staying in, pretty unique place. A man not so used to navigation could get lost in there."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 8, 2011 9:00:45 GMT -5
"It belonged to old...rivals of ours. They found it prudent to leave the city thirty or so years ago." Sirius speaks smoothly. "So you wish to see my dragon, I assume?" Malryas and the others have arrived as he speaks. "It seems everyone just wants to see the dragon."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 8, 2011 9:04:29 GMT -5
"No rush," Pol said while helping himself to the ale and some fruit. "But if everyone else insists. I wouldn't think you could fit it into this room."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 8, 2011 9:06:29 GMT -5
Sirius waves to his men, and they walk to the side of the room and pull away a cover, where a skull fifteen feet long can be seen. "My dragon. His name was Rhaegal."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 8, 2011 9:12:59 GMT -5
"Huh," Pol observed the skull intently, "What killed something that big?" Pol asked curiously.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 8, 2011 9:16:31 GMT -5
"An army. And treachery. Forgive me, I picked tonight's dinner location for a reason. In an hour or so you'll understand. Please, though, please enjoy your meal. And, Prince Greyjoy, I would love to hear of this Iron Fleet. My advisors are quite divided as to whether metal is really used on your ships. I find the concept outrageous. Everyone knows metal doesn't float." He looked over at the rough-spun Ironborn.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 8, 2011 10:11:11 GMT -5
Pol laughed and then took a drink from his ale. "Well some parts of the ship can be held together by metal, but as a whole, no, the ships don't use much iron or metal. In any case, the fleet has a lot of different types of vessels. We build our own, but we also take from our foes. Our Iron Fleet also get's its name from the men that crew the ships, they're tough and hard, you'll be pressed to find any match for them."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 8, 2011 17:09:35 GMT -5
He nodded. "Quite so." After a few more minutes of idle talk, the group sitting around the table hears a strange noise, a rumbling like distant thunder. Sirius looks unconcerned. The rumbling grows louder and lourder, and a small black cloud appears on the distant horizon. Then, the ambassadors notice it is no cloud. The massive black dragon moves so fast that small trees bend in the winds beneath it, then it arcs back around and the guests think they can see a figure all in red on its back, laughing maniacally.
Fire arcs from the creature's mouth into the sky, and after just a minute more, the dragon and its rider fly away, far into the east, away from the setting sun. Everyone sits in shocked silence a moment.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 8, 2011 18:58:33 GMT -5
Pol counted himself among those that sat in silence for a moment, though he smirked. "Was that the wife? The person on the dragon I mean." He silently counted himself lucky, to be one of a few Westerosi that had actually seen a living dragon after so many years and he couldn't think of a dumber question than he asked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 9, 2011 2:50:40 GMT -5
"No. That...is my mother. I fear she is not well." Sirius looks disturbed. "She is the reason the Dothraki seek vengeance from the north even whilst the Hegemon seeks to claim our land from the south."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 9, 2011 10:27:26 GMT -5
"That's unfortunate," Pol grumbled. The fact the king had a dragon but not control over it would not bode well for his case. "So," Pol continued, "In order to help you, what would you want us to do exactly."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 9, 2011 22:13:36 GMT -5
"The Free Cities are preparing to send an enormous fleet to blockade my lands. You've seen parts of it. I am not entirely bereft of allies of my own, however. Braavos is peparing to aid me as part of their ongoing trade war, and some other Free Cities are leaning that direction. If Westeros even sends a statement hinting at hostile action, it will force the Volantenes to rethink their options, particularly when I crush the Hegemon in open battle."
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