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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 27, 2012 12:37:41 GMT -5
The docks of Braavos.
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Ragnar Drumm arrives, and, while his crew are doing the things that need to be done, steps ashore. Once there he looked about for someone who looked like a local.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 12:51:55 GMT -5
The Braavosi docks are larger than anywhere else, given that they're built on a ton of islands, so he has no trouble finding a local. It turns out, finding a local who speaks fluent Westerosi will take some more doing, though, as he isn't interested in either buying a whore nor a fish. The fish is actually more expensive.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 27, 2012 12:56:41 GMT -5
Being so used to eating fish at home, Ragnar had no interest in such things. He passed on the whores, too, deciding there would be time for that later. He looked all around and asked people at random "Find me someone to speak the Common Tongue of Westeros? I'll pay."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 13:01:20 GMT -5
After a while, he gets a response. "I speak it." The voice belongs to a tall and powerful-looking man. "Nihilus." He offers a hand.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 27, 2012 13:07:27 GMT -5
Ragnar took the man's hand after a moment's hesitation.
"Ragnar Drumm, Lord of Old Wyk, Captain of the Sea Serpent. I need your advice."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 13:09:21 GMT -5
Nihilus,famed commander of the Arrogant Bastard mercenary company, nods. "I see. Lord Ragnar Drumm...heard of you. What do you need?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 27, 2012 13:31:35 GMT -5
"I need to speak with the Faceless Men," Ragnar stated.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 13:32:54 GMT -5
Nihilus chuckles. "The Temple of the Many-Faced God? Hope you brought plenty of money." He keeps laughing. "Follow me."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 27, 2012 13:47:29 GMT -5
Ragnar nodded.
"I have coin."
He followed.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 31, 2012 22:46:55 GMT -5
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The Northerners' ships arrive in Braavos. Having sailed for quite some time, all the way from Meereen, they are quite eager to disembark again.
Arania stood at the railing again, watching them sail in. Braavos had no great wreckage of a naval battle to greet them, only ships of a thousand descriptions from nations across the world. A smile was on her face as she turned to Kalvin. "Only a little longer until we are home. I can hardly believe its been almost a year since we left!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 9:36:12 GMT -5
Kalvin nods. "I've spent some time in Braavos, back when I squired for Lord Manderly. It's definitely...interesting." He points as they pass under the Titan. "You see the whole city is built on different islands, and the bridges are the only sure way to get around. Only a little bit is on the mainland at all." Sleek warships glide by, and Fyodor Dustin hails them. They salute as they pass.
"I cannot wait to get back to Westeros." Word had reached them when they had stopped at Myr for supplies of the sieges of Blackhaven, and the war in the late fall. "The white ravens have flown."
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 1, 2012 13:46:56 GMT -5
Arania's mouth fell open as they sailed between the Titan's legs. She was no stranger to things larger than life, especially not after Meereen, but still the Titan was a wonder. "Winter in the north," she breathed, eyes darting from island to island and trying to take everything in at once. It was sure to be the first real winter she had ever experienced, and she felt a little trepidation begin to build in her gut. And the war...of course they had gone to war. What red-blooded Lord would not wish to raise his arms and march to battle against his neighbors? She sighed. And certainly Kalvin would find himself where the killing was. She found his hand and squeezed it.
"How long will we stay in Braavos?" she wondered as they entered the docks properly. "It will be nice to have my feet on land again, and some fresh-baked bread. But I am also eager to return home to Westeros."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 13:50:56 GMT -5
"Not long, I don't think. We certainly have to be back before the harbors start to freeze. Even Lord Devan's ice cutters can only last so long if it is a long winter." He kissed her cheek as they docked. "Let's find a proper room and explore a bit."
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 1, 2012 17:13:04 GMT -5
"The harbors will freeze? But..." She tried to remember just how cold it had to get to freeze so much salt water. "I don't think I ever realized how very cold and hard winter could be. I think I'll enjoy Braavos all the more now." She laughed and followed him off the ship and into the maze of islands and bridges and people. "Do you have a favorite place? Somewhere that you find the most interesting in the city?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 18:12:18 GMT -5
"The World's market. It even makes Meereen's look small, by comparison." He shakes his head at his misspeaking. "Not all the way, but ice bergs can form that will tear holes in the sides of ships like ours." He stops at an inn to get a room for the northerners. It is modest and comfortable and warm, and he chats in Braavosi for a minute with the barkeep. Arania understands something about a little price haggling, then their stuff is upstairs.
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