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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 18:02:58 GMT -5
"With the rumours that drift over from Slaver's Bay who could resist visiting?" Benjen said to Nina, before nodding at her mother. "A war will ever attract those that can reap the benefits. It may seem unlikely that what happens at the other end of the world will affect us, but then stranger things have happened. And with a rumoured dragon..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 18:07:25 GMT -5
"Please, Prince Benjen, not you too. I hardly think House Targaryen hatched a dragon egg by sitting on it. The implications of Volantis and Lys and Pentos joining in the war and the Narrow Sea being crowded with armadas vying for power concern me far more than some fire-breathing myth." Nalya looks amused but a little disappointed.
Nina, however, is more impressed. "Balerion was two hundred feet long. We could own the entire world with just one, I think. And to fly..." she shivers unconsciously.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 18:10:39 GMT -5
"I will not blindly believe every rumour I hear, Princess Nalya, but I will not dismiss them either. I guess we shall know as soon as we receive word from those that do venture to Slaver's Bay. As for the Free Cities... I have not heard any precise reports about what is going on, but you are right in saying that the signs are concerning."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 18:19:03 GMT -5
"Fair enough." Nalya allows. "I suppose there is a small chance there is some truth to the rumor. Though I still suspect it is some large lizard they keep as a pet in Meereen," she chuckled.
Nina piped in suddenly. "Are you going to fight in the tourney? I've heard stories that you fought wildlings and rebel lords way up in the North, almost by the Wall. I should like to see if you're really that good." Her voice has just the right mix of 'innocence' and challenge to let Benjen know she's not half as naive as she sounds.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 18:23:08 GMT -5
"I will be fighting in the melee; though tourney fighting and pitched battle are two entirely different beasts..." He remember the snow, the screaming, the blood... the Wildlings were people, just like them. And the rebel lord? A coward as soon as he came face to face with the Prince. A man who had stepped too far. No heroism there. "If I disappoint then you forgive me, Princess." He smiled handsomely at Nina.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 18:26:01 GMT -5
"I do not think that you will." Nina seemed to be judging him as she spoke, her eyes wandering up and down in a rather forward manner. "Every princess likes a brave warrior, after all."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 18:53:32 GMT -5
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Jason Rowan enters the castle and may head to any of the royal apartments he chooses.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 19:01:22 GMT -5
Jason first makes his way to the Royal Families apartments of the Goldlands. He informs the guards at the door who he is.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 19:11:07 GMT -5
Ser Wyatt Tyrell of the Kingsguard is guarding the entrance. He nods at the Rowan heir. "The Hand will see you in the dining area."
The dining room is set up and the Hand, Lord Orson Banefort, sits eating a haunch of lamb. He is overweight and almost sixty, but his mind possesses the dexterity his body does not. "Ambassador Rowan, how are you today? I hope your stay in Dorne has been pleasant."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 19:23:48 GMT -5
He bows as best he can. "It has been Lord Orson I thank you for asking. I have preformed the requests and delivered proposals that have been sent to me. I hope the outcomes are enough to the small councils hopes."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 19:32:01 GMT -5
"We've done well enough, indeed." Lord Banefort stares at him, thinking. "We may be having a new position opening up; more distant, but far more important in both scale and...distinctiveness." He offers a glass of wine.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 19:34:13 GMT -5
He blinks and takes the glass. "What position is that, my lord?" He takes a sip of the wine moving over to sit across from the man.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 19:40:32 GMT -5
"Well, we have the possibility for Volantis, and maybe even Slave's Bay...if the rumors are true." He gurgles a laugh.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 20:05:45 GMT -5
"And you wish me to be Ambassador Volantis? I will need to prepare, and I would need to learn their form of Low Valyrian." He said tapping his chin.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 20:09:22 GMT -5
"Well, perhaps Volantis...perhaps farther east," Lord Orson says slowly. "But, yes, work hard on your dialects."
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