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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 23:47:54 GMT -5
Alone in the endless of the Dothraki sea, the hut rises to its full and proud eleven feet height.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 23:48:40 GMT -5
Seriously lost, Amelia and Mooton stumble upon a hut, three miles to their east. Mooton has recovered enough to manage a sword carry. "Who would build a hut out here?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 26, 2012 23:50:24 GMT -5
Ami studied the hut with a nervous look on her face, a smile twitching on her lips. "Whoever it is, I already call them friend. Maybe he has a spare bed or two."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 23:51:57 GMT -5
Mooton shrugs, and the two head to it. It is about twenty feet on a side, and a large black cauldron on three iron posts sits outside. A beautiful young woman sits, stirring it and whistling.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 26, 2012 23:53:02 GMT -5
"Hello?!" Ami calls out, studying the strange cauldron, trying to determine what was inside it. "Is there anyone around?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 23:55:52 GMT -5
"Me. Don't I count?" the woman stops stirring. "Not very polite, really."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 26, 2012 23:57:22 GMT -5
"Oh!" Ami said, somehow having not noticed the woman. Obscured by a post perhaps. "I must not have seen you... wait, you speak the common tongue? Who are you?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 23:58:48 GMT -5
"I speak many tongues, and see many things," she answers very correctly. She even looks Westerosi. "Amelia Royce, you are not looking as healthy as you were when you left Maidenpool."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 27, 2012 0:00:33 GMT -5
Amelia pouted, her hands moving to her hips. "What do you mean by that? All this sun most have surely given me a tan."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 0:05:37 GMT -5
"I cannot see bodies. The gods took that away from me when I was a little girl. The sight they gave me doesn't need light or colors or proximity." She smiled. "You've been involved with many dangerous people. That brought you to my interest."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 27, 2012 0:07:36 GMT -5
"Well... how..." She narrowed her eyes. "Your interest? How did you know who I am? That I was even nearby? How is it that the Dothraki haven't already raped and killed you?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 0:11:46 GMT -5
Her face changes, just for an instant, and she isn't a beautiful young lady in that instant, she is something dark and ancient and horrifying. "The mere fact they haven't, cunt, means you will speak with more respect." The moment passes, and she smiles sweetly. "I can sense whenever anyone is nearby; such are the blessings of the gods."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 27, 2012 0:15:07 GMT -5
Amelia shrunk back a little bit, but she had seen plenty of terrors to let it affect her too much. "Who are you? How did you get here? And... what are you cooking there?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 0:16:15 GMT -5
"Have some stew. It brings a touch of wisdom. One of my sons brought me it." she smiles sweetly.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 27, 2012 0:20:10 GMT -5
"Your sons?" Amelia asked, but nodded. "And thank you, I will have some stew." It's probably poisoned... "Where are the bowls?"
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