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Andalos
Oct 23, 2012 0:08:23 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 0:08:23 GMT -5
The region from whence the Andals came, south of Braavos and mostly north of Pentos.
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Andalos
Oct 23, 2012 0:09:16 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 0:09:16 GMT -5
The Targaryen ships beach themselves on a deserted stretch of barren coastline, mountains to the east breaking up the horizon. Prince Aenys and his sisters set up their small wagon town and seem content to wait.
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Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Oct 24, 2012 11:42:06 GMT -5
Brother Silas disembarked and joined the Targaryen camp. He bundled his brown robes tightly around him and pulled his hood low, careful to shield his sensitive skin from the blazing sun.
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Andalos
Oct 24, 2012 12:13:59 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 12:13:59 GMT -5
The majority of the wagons begin heading east, leaving only the giant captain of guards, a half dozen men, and the three royals with Silas. Aenys lazily pulls out an apple and begins eating it, offering one to Silas. "It won't be much longer now; maybe a day or so."
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Andalos
Oct 24, 2012 21:40:34 GMT -5
Post by Kurts on Oct 24, 2012 21:40:34 GMT -5
Silas took the offered apple gladly.
"Patience is a virtue of the Seven...one of the few I have mastered." he replied with a smirk, taking a large bite of the apple, his red eyes flitting between the prince and his two spirited sisters.
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Andalos
Oct 24, 2012 21:45:18 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 21:45:18 GMT -5
Aenys chuckles. "No man is perfect." Silas, after his apple, sees a large silhouette appear on the horizon. "Right on time."
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Andalos
Oct 24, 2012 21:54:42 GMT -5
Post by Kurts on Oct 24, 2012 21:54:42 GMT -5
Silas lifted his hood, peering through glare to make out the silhouette. He had a hunch what it was, but his mind would not believe what his heart knew.
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Andalos
Oct 24, 2012 21:56:35 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 21:56:35 GMT -5
The massive green dragon arrives at the speed of a hurricane, touching down in a huge cloud of wind and dust. A young woman hops off, her hair in an attractive braid. "Welcome back, brothers and sisters. And guest," she smiles at him. "I'm Cassana Targaryen."
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Andalos
Oct 24, 2012 22:04:35 GMT -5
Post by Kurts on Oct 24, 2012 22:04:35 GMT -5
The normally cool and collected monk's mouth gaped open, in awe of the sigh before him. His mind barely registered the newcomer and her greeting.
"Brother Silas of the Seven." he finally managed to stammer, eyes not leaving the monstrous beast.
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Andalos
Oct 24, 2012 22:07:01 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 22:07:01 GMT -5
She smiles. "Excellent." the dragon has a large box on its back. "Well, go strap yourself in...you're in for a ride you've never experienced before."
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Andalos
Oct 24, 2012 22:23:53 GMT -5
Post by Kurts on Oct 24, 2012 22:23:53 GMT -5
Silas approached the dragon cautiously, trying to put on a brave face. It was lucky he was an albino, for he would have been pale as a ghost either way. The monk climbed into the box gingerly, trying his best not to disturb the massive beast.
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Andalos
Oct 24, 2012 22:25:44 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 22:25:44 GMT -5
He is an ant compared to it, and his climbing about it matters not at all. Cassana pets its massive head and whispers to it as everyone else climbs aboard, then she hops on its head and fastens a chain clasp about her waist, and the beast is flying, climbing high above the ground, moving faster than any horse.
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Andalos
Oct 24, 2012 22:42:00 GMT -5
Post by Kurts on Oct 24, 2012 22:42:00 GMT -5
Silas regrets eating that apple as he felt it in his stomach, the speed of the dragon's ascent unlike anything his mind could comprehend. He admired the Targaryen girl for controlling the beast, wondering how something so massive would allow itself to be dominated by something so small.
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Andalos
Oct 24, 2012 22:46:43 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 22:46:43 GMT -5
All day they fly, and by the end of it, when the great beast descends for sleep, they have covered nearly a thousand miles by his best guess.
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Post by Kurts on Oct 25, 2012 17:32:36 GMT -5
Silas disembarked, eager to be out of the airborne box and glad to see solid ground again. He felt nauseous, but managed to keep his composure somehow.
"That was...exhilarating." he managed to say weakly.
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