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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 23:27:00 GMT -5
On the third day of the Meeting, a column of travelers coming west down the Goldroad are spotted. A giant black and red banner with a three headed dragon flies at the van, while a magnificently appointed wagon, decorated yet armored, rolls steadily down the well-maintained road. Above it flies a one-headed dragon, all black, on a gold background, the likes of which has never been seen in Westeros.
Their arrival seems to have been expected, and a clearing to the east of the other camps, in a solitary field with only one trail leading to it, is put aside for them. The convoy of wagons set up poles and tent ceilings, but the end result is that the wagons themselves form some sort of buildings for the newly arrived dragons.
Approximately two hundred people are in the caravan, and they are led by a silver-haired man of perhaps thirty-five, a large smoke-grey sword hanging from his hip.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 9, 2012 9:42:50 GMT -5
Prince Benjen had watched the setting up of the Targaryen campsite from a distance and now that it was done, decided to pay them a visit. He slowly made his way into the camp, every mark of his being a prince on obvious display (lest anything bad happen).
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 9, 2012 9:47:51 GMT -5
To his right is the renowned knight Ser Justin Mallister. The camp, he quickly discovers, is more like one giant building formed of the interconnected wagons, which must have been specially crafted at great expense for such a work. Two giant men wielding spears look at him, when a voice from inside their wagon calls. "Let them in!"
As they enter the garishly furnished wagon, they see the leader of the convoy and two women sitting on chairs about an ebony table. "Prince Benjen Stark! I am Prince Aenys Targaryen, brother to King Sirius Targaryen of New Valyria! These are my sisters, Daena and Tristessa."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 9, 2012 9:50:49 GMT -5
"Prince Aenys, it is an honour," Benjen said, repeating his bow. "It has been... well, a very long time since any of us Westerosi have seen a Targaryen, no less three. I extend all welcomes in the name of my father, King Terrence, and the North."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 9, 2012 9:52:56 GMT -5
One of the sisters goes to respond, but Aenys silences her with a look. "We are grateful for the welcome. Truth be told, we were not sure how our sudden arrival would affect matters here. I do hope it causes no alarm, but there are events of great import we wish to discuss with Westeros."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 9, 2012 15:32:29 GMT -5
"I do not think anyone was too alarmed; most are simply curious," Benjen replies, noting the strange dominance Aenys exerted of his sisters. He faced the two girls. "So, how are you finding Westeros so far?"
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 9, 2012 20:50:29 GMT -5
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Jory observed the camp carefully from cover, carefully noting meticulous details. This was a new development. He might have to investigate closer.
Use Observation (80)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 9, 2012 21:42:42 GMT -5
Jory notes that the camp is well-ordered and patrolled its guards nearly sensing him several times even at a generally safe distance. They have a few hounds to sniff out intruders, it looks like, and the thickness of the walls of the wagons won't let too much casual eavesdropping occur. The guards also don't seem to speak much westerosi, based on their guttural commands.
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The Princess Tristessa answers, apparently upstaging her sister. "Oh, it's quite beautiful. We've never seen so many trees before." Her silvery hair shines softly in the candle light. "But you are from the far north, no? That must be stranger still to us." Daena gets a pout on her face at not having answered.
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 9, 2012 22:10:57 GMT -5
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Jory sighed. Sneaking in directly probably wasn't an option, but if he could draw some of them away... He frowned. Too risky by far. And the foreign guards. From Essos, no doubt, but where? His eyes narrowed. The Targaryens show up and think to take Westeros with such a meager force? Either the King has more courage than sense, or they have something up their sleeve. He turned and crept away silently.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 9, 2012 22:11:04 GMT -5
"You will find many more trees in the North; more Hearttrees as well, with the faces carved into them," Benjen informed her, before eying the other sister. "And you, Princess Daena; how are you finding your stay?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 9, 2012 22:16:09 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, heart t..." Tristessa's question is immediately cut off by the other one. Daena is lovely and feral, a storm contained inside a person. "Well, much better now that someone has come to meet us. I think our little...fortress here is dissuading casual visitors." She stands up, having been specifically spoken to, and takes two quick steps to stand to the Stark's side, looking him up and down like sizing up her prey. "Our brother the king didn't say the men would be so handsome, though."
Prince Aenys just regards the exchange in an amused silence.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 9, 2012 22:21:53 GMT -5
"Perhaps he was just keeping it a surprise," Benjen said, meeting the girl's gaze while taking in her physique with is peripherals. "I myself heard the Targaryens were exotic, but I have to say that the silver hair is quite magnificent to behold." He grinned.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 9, 2012 22:25:58 GMT -5
Daena looks athletic and feral, like she trained with some sort of weapon. Her eyes were mismatched shades of green, and her hair goes only to the top of her shoulders. "It's the first really good surprise I've had."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 9, 2012 22:33:07 GMT -5
Benjen caught himself staring into those eyes for just a moment too long. "I am glad it was me to offer such surprise," He replied, slamming a palm to his forehead in his mind's eyes. "Prince Aenys, I am sure you will all want to get settled down. Will you be staying for the tourney?" His eyes flicked to Daena again. Gods, Benjen... not her...
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 9, 2012 22:35:58 GMT -5
'Oh, I wouldn't dream of not participating, if they allow me to. You should stay a while, or show my sisters the camp. If not today then tomorrow, of course; we are all so tired from our journey." Daena does not look tired, nor does Tristessa, who has gone from seeming to be reasonable and normal to glaring mind daggers at her sister's back.
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