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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 1, 2012 19:04:49 GMT -5
"That is certainly somewhere I would like to see, then," she said as they found their way to the inn. It was nowhere near as grand as the one in Meereen, but it seemed nice anyhow. "So how long did you spend in Braavos with Lord Manderley?" she asked as he finished making arrangements with the proprietor.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 19:12:43 GMT -5
"A year and a half, spread out over three years. A few months here and there...it added up. It's been some time, though; cannot wait to see what's changed." He dons a rakish hat and offers her an arm. "Shall we? I am starving."
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 1, 2012 20:13:20 GMT -5
She took his arm, smirking at the hat. "Let's go, then." A little later, she spoke up again. "What were you and Manderley doing here? Certainly not just seeing the sights?" She watched a brightly colored barge float by, hearing the pleasant strains of a harp rising from it. The harp was Arania's least favorite instrument.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 8:35:37 GMT -5
"Learning to fiddle," he joked. "Lord Devan was studying naval tactics under Admiral Arsenius Faol, as part of the North's alliance with Braavos. In turn, we were helping train some of their swordsmen in the art of using Westerosi style weapons, which are more suited to the battlefield than their bravo blades."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 17, 2015 10:58:27 GMT -5
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After a four years absence, Lisenya Delarys arrives in Braavos.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 11:06:50 GMT -5
Braavos is changed a bit, but still the same endless metropilis and maze of canals. It is a normal bustling day.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 18, 2015 9:49:35 GMT -5
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Lisenya leaves aboard the Iron Will.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 16:55:32 GMT -5
The ship is richly decorated and superbly armed, and the crew is composed of women and men both, all equipped in extremely expensive armor, wielding Norvosi steel blades and many having the yew bows of Dorne, famed for the distance and power they propel arrows. The captain is courteous and handsome, introducing himself as Findo Nazarian.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 19, 2015 15:31:17 GMT -5
Lisenya smiled at Findo. "Captain Findo, a pleasure to meet you. Might I inquire as to how you came by this vessel? It is Ironborn, no?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 15:46:47 GMT -5
He shrugs. "They were good. We were better."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 19, 2015 15:51:23 GMT -5
Lisenya smiled. "Your men certainly look ferocious and well trained. I can only assume the pay is good."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 15:55:29 GMT -5
"It is," he said. "Denys has the pockets of a king, for true."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 19, 2015 15:58:12 GMT -5
Lisenya smiled and went to wherever her cabin would be.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 21, 2015 8:14:41 GMT -5
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Amelia arrived about the Iron will, a smile on her face. It had been a long time since she was in Braavos and she loved the city.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 21, 2015 8:18:50 GMT -5
The galley slides up the narrow waterways, its profile low and lean and its draft little, and they arrive at the Golden Isle.
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