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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 19:15:34 GMT -5
The enormous and garish palace of the Tetrarchs.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 20, 2012 19:19:21 GMT -5
Cassandra smiles and waits for the Triarchs to arrive. She Whispers to the Prince. "Do not worry we will be fine."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 5:04:25 GMT -5
Lord Felryn Ossetia, father to Queen Natasha, greets the Kingslanders at the entrance. He is a tall, thin, serious-looking man, perhaps forty-five, and he wears a thin dueling sword at his side. The basket hilt is pure silver, as is, from what they can tell, the blade. He politely greets greets the ambassador and his party, and invites them inside.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 22, 2012 11:24:26 GMT -5
Cassandra enters silently smiling to the queens father as he leads them into the palace. She makes a note not to overstep her position.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 12:24:39 GMT -5
They are led to a large section of rooms to live in and told to make themselves comfortable. The first meeting will take place in the early morning the next day.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 22, 2012 13:41:01 GMT -5
Reyna Harlaw arrives at the palace with her escort.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 13:51:49 GMT -5
She noticed on entering the harbor the small northern flotilla, and is courteously greeted at the gates by Lord Callan. He bows. "My lady, welcome to Volantis. Please, come in and get some refreshments."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 22, 2012 13:54:18 GMT -5
She smiled prettily at the man and dipped a curtsey.
"Thank you, my lord. I am very pleased to be here. The palace is very beautiful."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 13:58:53 GMT -5
"I thank you for the kind words. Please, come, come." Besides her, the quiet and solemn Creed Humble has come, to see the mettle of the various ground forces. Inside, they are seated and cheeses and wines are brought. Creed turns his nose up, but manages to drink and eat some. Lord Callan sits now, and the chair creaks a bit. "Now, my lady, how may Volantis help you?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 22, 2012 14:01:49 GMT -5
"Oh, well, I should like a tour of the city, if I may," Reyna said. "I would like to see if the city is truly as wondrous as I imagine it to be."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 14:08:30 GMT -5
"But of course. I shall arrange it myself. I guarantee it is everything you have ever imagined, and perhaps more." He leans back in his chair and imbibes a generous quantity of wine. "I imagine you are like the rest; heading to the far east to seek out dragons and harpies?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 22, 2012 14:10:07 GMT -5
"Dragons, yes," Reyna said, picking up her wine glass and toying with it. "But harpies...I know little of such creatures, I confess. Are there many to be found?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 14:12:49 GMT -5
He laughs. "A myth, I think is the word. It is the symbol of the Ghiscari Hegemon. Very powerful empire, now. I heard three years ago they fielded a hundred thousand men on the field of battle."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 22, 2012 14:24:20 GMT -5
Reyna gasped and took a sip of wine as she thought about it.
"I regret, I know little of the Ghiscari. My education focused primarily upon the Seven Kingdoms and its history. But the Targaryen prince told me that they have dragons. Actual dragons."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 14:39:13 GMT -5
"Of course he did. He seeks attention." Callan holds up a finger. "One dragon, now. and a mad one, the common people call it the Devourer. Balerion reborn, that one."
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