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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 11:29:31 GMT -5
Where the six northern ships sail.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 11:37:57 GMT -5
Three weeks after setting out, a short stop at Estermont for resupply the only land Amelia and Danya have seen in days, they hear a sudden commotion. "Fleet on the horizon...looks like eight galleons, as many or more galleys." Captain Fyodor looks surprised. "Quite a fleet to just be sailing about." Still the corsairs can outsail them with little problem, so the flotilla continues on their current path. "Captain; they're moving to meet with us. They have a flag of truce flying." He looks to him. "I think it's Hangran Saim's armada."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 19, 2012 11:41:52 GMT -5
"I have heard of this man," Danya said quietly to Amelia, who wore a thick fur cloak over he woolen dress. "As have I... a Summer Islander." She approached Dustin. "Are we going to meet with him?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 11:44:54 GMT -5
Dustin looks at her and strokes his week-old beard. "It's your call, ambassador. I met him two years ago; decent sort, and we've little enough worth his time to steal." He shrugs. "Secretly I suspect he just gets lonely out here."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 19, 2012 11:45:57 GMT -5
Amelia laughs. "Then let us speak to the man; it can't hurt knowing those that patrol the sea here better and perhaps he will have some valuable information."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 11:53:59 GMT -5
Dustin nods his head and motions, and before long the flotilla is in the midst of the mercenary fleet. Hangran Saim's ship God of Gold is easy enough to pick out; its ebony hull with thinly plated gold portholes a true marvel of the seas. The old mercenary admiral himself waves with a wide grin, eating a Dornish orange. "Westerosi! come, come aboard! Hangran Saim welcomes you aboard his God of Gold!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 19, 2012 11:56:10 GMT -5
Ami smiled and with Danya a few steps behind her steps over to the the God of Gold.
"I am Amelia Royce," She says, giving a small curtsy to the man. "The Northern Ambassador to the East."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 12:13:19 GMT -5
"That is a fair many directions for one title," the man notes, kissing her hand in the Westerosi style. He is short, only five inches above five feet, but strongly built, with the large chest and legs of a swimmer. His skin is coal black and his smile impeccable thanks to his habit of eating fruits at sea. His accent is a bit exotic. "Why has King Terrence not sent you to negotiate with me before?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 19, 2012 12:38:56 GMT -5
"That is a question I cannot answer, though perhaps it is because I have only since recently been named ambassador," Amelia said, offering the man a charming smile. "I say, you could have come and said hello yourself," She winked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 12:59:01 GMT -5
He grins broadly. "Hangran Saim dislikes the cold...though if he had known how the northmen keep so warm up there, maybe he would have." he runs a hand over his bald head. "But you have a friend too! My lady, so nice to meet you and have you as guests aboard the God of Gold. Anything you need, please, say the words."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 19, 2012 13:02:36 GMT -5
"Danya Frey," The girl said and Amelia nodded with a cheeky smile. "I apologize; perhaps some wine? I do not think I have ever tasted the grapes of the Summer Isles."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 13:10:57 GMT -5
"Then you have never tasted, my lady." A man hands her and Danya a glass each, a blue crystal glass, which probably costs more than one of their ships. A short moment later, a delicious smelling grape and cherry blended wine is poured in the glasses. Amelia has been feasted and feted around Westeros, but this wine beats any of them, and badly.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 19, 2012 13:17:27 GMT -5
"By the gods!" Amelia exclaimed after her first sip. "This is heaven, Master Saim! I simply must ask if you if I could perchance buy a bottle or two off you!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 13:21:07 GMT -5
"Buy? Buy? Customers and rivals buy from Hangran Saim, not friends and guests!" He motions. "A case of the Red lotus valley for our friend Amelia." He smiles again. "Now, who are you ambassador to, exactly? Dangerous waters, these, what with Lord Moray and the saans trolling the waters looking for the lovely ladies."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 19, 2012 13:59:52 GMT -5
"Thank you very much," Ami says, curtsying again. "You must tell me how I can repay you for that! As for where we are going? Well, Volantis will be our first stop but the ultimate destination is Slaver's Bay. The Targaryens have invited us."
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