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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 16:25:09 GMT -5
Danya brought her friend back to the tavern and sent her to bed, before finding Walther.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 16:26:23 GMT -5
Walther is drinking an ale in the corner, talking to one of the regulars in Qartheen. He turns and looks at Danya. "Danya! I see you found your friend. I hope she's all right."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 16:28:17 GMT -5
"She seems to be out of her mind," Danya said, sitting down next to them. "What do you know of the Warlocks? It seems someone, maybe their leader, was watching us from his balcony. I had to kill a guard."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 16:32:19 GMT -5
"They're dangerous old men, but mostly reclusive. If you killed a guard, well, this isn't Westeros; they're more likely to find you interesting than dangerous." He looks up to their room. "She should sleep the delusions off; they do a lot of horrid tests with alchemical reagents to see how people respond. What did this...watcher look like?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 16:37:01 GMT -5
"Let's hope so," Danya said, nodding for a mug of ale. "As for the man; pale, black hair... had a crooked nose."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 16:39:42 GMT -5
Walther scratches his head. "Faeron Blackfyre. They call him the Lonely Dragon. That one makes the human experimenters look positively normal, I think."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 16:42:32 GMT -5
"No doubt someone Ami would love to meet," Danya commented, sipping on her ale. "Might be worth returning with an interpreter. Apologize for killing their man." She raised an eyebrow at Walther.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 16:45:32 GMT -5
"I already told you I have nothing to do with the warlocks. I like making money during the day and making love to my wife at night. No need to bring dissection into it. Faeron speaks Westerosi, and Valyrian, I think. He was a tutor for a lot of people in the Free Cities before they exiled him."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 16:49:39 GMT -5
"I'll pay him a visit then tomorrow," Danya said, taking another sip. "Anything else you can tell me about the Warlocks or Faeron? Why was he exiled?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 16:52:32 GMT -5
"Apostasy, I heard. Made a claim that the gods are merely a name we give a fountain of magic or some such. Way above my head."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 16:57:00 GMT -5
"Huh, interesting," Danya murmured, finishing her drink. "Well, I'd best sleep if I'm to work again tomorrow." She rose, nodded her thanks to Walther and went to bed.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 1, 2012 18:34:49 GMT -5
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Danya and the mysterious Blackfyre man arrived at the tavern, going swiftly to the girls' rooms. Amelia lay in bed, still sleeping off the crazies. "Well, there she is."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 18:39:49 GMT -5
Faeron cups her chin and forces an eye open, shining a candle as close as he can to it. "Hm." while she wakes up, he calls to Danya, "Hold her down while she drinks this!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 1, 2012 18:42:24 GMT -5
Danya nodded and took Ami's wrists in her hands, leaned slightly over the girl. "Wha- who?" Amelia said as she slowly woke, before the liquid was forced down her throat. "Grbrrlrlrll!!" She managed to gurgle, but swallowed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 18:59:31 GMT -5
Of course she did. She quickly passes into a deep slumber. Faeron slaps her twice, not hard, bur firmly, and she doesn't react at all. "All right, Danya," he cuts a small slice in Amelias hand, "stick your hand and let the blood mingle. Then...drink this." He hands her a small green-blue vial. It is glowing. That is creepy.
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