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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 13:26:32 GMT -5
Where the Ironborn are camped while at Mason's Keep.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 13:29:10 GMT -5
As an official member of the court of the Iron Islands, Reyna's tent was among the Goldlanders, but she had chosen to find out whether any of the Greyjoys were present. So she looked at once for the kraken banner. It had been over a year since she had last seen the king - at her appointment to the ambassador's post - and so she was rather nervous at the possibility of meeting him again. But she was Ironborn and it was not her nature to shrink from fear so she walked out boldly in her pretty dress and looked for the kraken banner.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 13:30:01 GMT -5
A few bells after having arrived, Amelia Royce venture around the various camps, looking to see if she could find any interesting faces. She wore a pleasant orange and silver lined dress, the corset of which helped show her off a little. Added to that was one of her favourite hates, a peacock's feather jutting out of the top of it, and two halfmoon-shaped earrings in her ears.
She wondered for a bit, drifting off in her thoughts when she suddenly found herself in the Ironborn camp. Now there's a surprise... She wondered if maybe her mind had somehow made her come here. I left in a hurry after all...
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 13:35:24 GMT -5
King Euric is found in his own lavish tent he had paid the iron price for somewhere near Pentos, having eschewed the castle for his own living space. He sits on a oaken throne, his two swords in stands on either side, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice. He smiles his ugly smile at Reyna as she enters. "The goldlanders are rubbing off on you. You look like one of them, now."
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She feels a hand slap her ass so hard she suspects bruising will result, and a throaty, gutteral chuckle. "Well, well, Blackwall! Look at what little rabbit wandered into the wrong hole!" she recognizes the voice and, shortly, the face of Lucas "Limper" Saltcliffe. "And lookin' prettier than when she ditched your sorry ass at Pyke!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 13:38:54 GMT -5
She feels a hand slap her ass so hard she suspects bruising will result, and a throaty, gutteral chuckle. "Well, well, Blackwall! Look at what little rabbit wandered into the wrong hole!" she recognizes the voice and, shortly, the face of Lucas "Limper" Saltcliffe. "And lookin' prettier than when she ditched your sorry ass at Pyke!" She jumped, but only a little. Amelia had spent enough time in the Iron Islands to know now was not the time to show weakness. She forced a cocky smirk on her face and looked the man in the eye, ignoring the pain in her behind. "Limper, I thought I would never see your ugly face again. Do you pleasure yourself has hard as that? Because if you do I don't see how there is anything left down there." |
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 13:41:28 GMT -5
Reyna swept an elegant curtsey to her king.
"That's true, Your Grace, but I think it's better that way. So long as I dress like one of them, the nobles of the goldlands think me no threat. If I dressed like a raider, they would be suspicious and give me a wide berth. But if I wear pretty gowns and sing their songs and smile sweetly at their knights, they will forget that I am not one of them. This way, I am just another lady. I am their friend. And that means I might be able to learn things to our advantage, Your Grace."
She smiled a little.
"Is that not my true purpose, my lord? To learn their ways and win their trust."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 13:49:45 GMT -5
"Quit the curtsying; you look like my third salt wife. She was a whore. Your job is to make sure the bastards keep their fucking Arbor fleet sitting in its docks so we can do what we do best. Never wear that thrall's garb in my presence again." Euric frowns. "What you do in the Goldlands stays inside those giant walls."
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"Your mouth still looks as sweet as it did on ole Clarence's cock, I see. It's the sound that's the issue." he carelessly flicked her breast, and may have gone for more until the low grumbling tones of Ser Clarence Blackwall are heard.
"Limp off, fuckwad. For now. We'll see what the cunny wants first." He was short but built like a plow, dark hair and eyes and a cruel edge to his mouth.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 13:53:10 GMT -5
"Your mouth still looks as sweet as it did on ole Clarence's cock, I see. It's the sound that's the issue." he carelessly flicked her breast, and may have gone for more until the low grumbling tones of Ser Clarence Blackwall are heard. "Limp off, fuckwad. For now. We'll see what the cunny wants first." He was short but built like a plow, dark hair and eyes and a cruel edge to his mouth. "Ever the smooth talker," Amelia replied, not making it obvious which one of the two she was commenting on. She studied Blackwall with an even look, willing her heart to slow down. "I don't want anything, Clarence. Can a girl not wander about? Oh, of course she can't." She gives a sarcastic laugh. "Maybe I came to apologize." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 13:56:55 GMT -5
Given the topless woman behind the Iron knight who is clearly not his rock wife, Ami should be able to answer her own question herself. Clarence chuckled. "Apologize. I strongly doubt that, somehow. My left testicle never recovered. Florence here spends twice as long on it now. Or would you like to fucking kiss it to make it better?'
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 13:57:17 GMT -5
Reyna was disappointed since she knew she looked good, but it wasn't the king's admiration she wanted.
"As you wish, Your Grace. I wished to pay my respects, and to enquire if you have any instructions for me to act upon at this meeting, or indeed afterwards."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 13:59:34 GMT -5
"If my mouth ever comes near your cock again I'll bite. So, do they call your Ser Clarence Blackball now?" She knew it was a bad idea to push him but she would rather not want anyone seeing her as weak. It's what Ironborn fed off.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 14:11:33 GMT -5
Euric thought. "Well, see what the other fool kingdoms re doing. Learn them as well. The north has some fool prince who is unwed. See what kind of...man he is."
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Ser Clarence fed off anger even more than weakness, and apparently he was angry indeed. she had forgotten, momentarily, how fast he was despite his apparently stunted size, and his open hand hit the side of her face so hard she spins around twice before falling down.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 14:14:01 GMT -5
"I can do that," Reyna vowed. "Are you thinking to wed your daughter to the prince, Your Grace?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 14:14:53 GMT -5
Ser Clarence fed off anger even more than weakness, and apparently he was angry indeed. she had forgotten, momentarily, how fast he was despite his apparently stunted size, and his open hand hit the side of her face so hard she spins around twice before falling down. Amelia landed on the ground hard, managing to get her hands up in time so not to fall flat on her face. One hand immediately went to her cheek, holding it, while her tongue probed the teeth on that side of her face. "You'll regret that, Clarence," She murmured, trying to blink back the tears that were beginning to sting her eyes. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 14:20:57 GMT -5
"Of course not!" Euric sounded insulted. 'my daughter will marry a good Ironborn man, not some northern shepherd. I want to know whether I can expect to add onto our lands when old Terrence meets his end."
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"No, I won't. She's all yours if you can catch her, Limper." Ser Clarence Blackwall says with a grunt, then he turns back to his woman and puts her on his lap.
The Limper grins and starts walking with his horrible, stilted gait towards the Vale girl.
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