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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 16:44:39 GMT -5
"Indeed. I do not doubt that the Baratheons possess the treachery to commit such an act. I also do not doubt, however, that they completely lack the manhood to." Nalya sipped her wine. "The Lysene respect men of great martial character, for they are themselves mostly men of soft mannered inaction, relying on their small warrior class to do all their fighting. I had thought to send one of my more renowned and battle-hardened lords to sway them to our side."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 7, 2012 19:43:45 GMT -5
Yronwood frowned. "It will be as the Gods will it. If inroads can be made with the Lysene, perhaps they can be pried out of Storm's End's grip and bought to serve our interests instead," he suggested.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 19:57:30 GMT -5
"Indeed. It will not hurt in any event. Could I trust my most faithful lord to act on Dorne's behalf in this?" Nalya asks.
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 7, 2012 20:01:20 GMT -5
"As always, my hands are yours, to use as you see fit, Princess, be it the quill or the spear," Lord Yronwood replied. "I'd heard rumor that Ilyn Lordsbane was sighted near Mason's Keep; I'd intended to hunt for him during this tournament if he truly is there, to bring the dog to the justice he deserves."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 20:11:59 GMT -5
"Good, Dorne will rejoice when his head decorates a pike." Nalya sips her wine and then steeples her fingers. "He is a dangerous man, and he may have made...friends. Be careful, my lord."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 7, 2012 20:21:49 GMT -5
Yronwood arched one eyebrow at the mention of friends, but did not doubt the Princess. He knew that her sources of information were as good as his, and often better. "Indeed, I will be cautious. Underestimating your quarry is the mistake of a poor hunter, and men are the most wily prey of all."
"I will travel to Lys after the tournament, to treat with their Magisters about an alliance with Dorne."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 20:24:42 GMT -5
"Excellent. If we outmaneuver the fools once or twice, they will stop trying to surround us in a sea of enemies. Speaking of, our allies in the North. I plan on strengthening our bond through marriage."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 7, 2012 20:28:46 GMT -5
"Oh?" he asked. "Who did you have in mind?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 20:44:29 GMT -5
"Well, that is the issue. My son is of a marrying age, and King Terrence has two daughters. His heir is a grown man, battle-hardened and skilled at war now, by all accounts. But, the more links we can form the stronger the chain, yes?" She considered. "They are farther away than I would like, but so long as we keep on their good terms the Goldlands and the Kingsland will be loathe to mass their full power against us, which lets us dictate the terms of any conflict."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 7, 2012 20:49:09 GMT -5
Oberyn nodded; she was completely right, after all. "It seems cruel, to ask any Dornishwoman to live in such a cold, dark and strange land, even if the reward is a crown upon her head. It is wisdom, to cultivate our allies, that much is plain and I agree that you are correct to seek these alliances. I wonder how a daughter of the North would find Sunspear," he mused with an interested smile.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 21:12:39 GMT -5
"My mother liked it well enough, from what I ever understood. A crown does wonders for attitude, I imagine. I imagine every lord here has raised their daughters to be prepared to leave Dorne for the betterment of the rest. I was supposed to go to the Arbor, of all places." She made a face. "Surrounded on all sides by water with nothing but Reachmen to keep me company."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 7, 2012 21:16:05 GMT -5
"A fate worse than death. Surrounded by wine, but all of it pisswater... You are lucky to have escaped, Princess," he said, understanding where she was trying to lead him, but stubbornly refusing to admit it.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 21:23:26 GMT -5
Nalya never presses a point when it is clearly taken. "But the sacrifice would have been made, my lord," she says with the very faintest shade of a smile. "of course, let us see where this meeting takes us."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 7, 2012 21:38:30 GMT -5
"Indeed," Lord Yronwood replied. "My family, save my wife who has been unwell and my eldest who will hold Yronwood in my absence, will be ready to depart on the morrow, for the tournament."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 21:45:03 GMT -5
"Excellent. I shall get some sleep, then. Good night, my lord.'' Nalya rises.
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