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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 15:56:54 GMT -5
///// Robyn sees many lords and noted warriors, but the first man she hasn't met has no tabard on, instead wearing a green shirt and black pants. He is shooting apples with his bow from about fifty paces. He is also rakishly handsome. Robyn was more interested in meeting new people than people she was already acquainted with. She approaches him from the side, so as not to get in the way of his shot, and watches him take it, clapping slowly as he loosed his arrow. "Very good. Apples must all flee from you." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 16:01:03 GMT -5
"They do," the man says laconically. "But they don't get far." He fires another arrow, spearing another apple and going through to stick in the log behind it. He turns to her. "I'd say you were the apple of my eye, but I suppose that'd be in poor taste right about now," he finishes.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 16:07:10 GMT -5
"And I'd say I'd like to see you try stopping me" Robyn replied, stepping up to him, and taking hold of her own bow, "But I don't flee from anyone,"
She notched one of her own arrows and aimed it at the next apple and sent the arrow flying.
(Bows 82)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 16:09:07 GMT -5
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Her arrow splits the apple evenly. The man chews his own apple and shrugs. "Impressive, my lady." His voice is still a monotone. "Between us we make an orchard owner count his gold."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 16:14:17 GMT -5
"Want to make a game of it?" she asked him, looking over at the apples.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 16:15:29 GMT -5
"Whoever shoots the most apples wins. You first," he says.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 16:17:59 GMT -5
Robyn grinned and looked round to the apples and shot at them until she missed one, which is how she presumed the game was working,\
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 16:19:41 GMT -5
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Robyn shoots three apples at distance. The man nods in appreciation. "Impressive, pretty lady," he says. He then lines four apples up in a single line, one apple of frontage.
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His arrow passes through all four apples and he looks to the young princess. "Looks like victory is mine."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 16:21:26 GMT -5
"That I cannot deny, congratulations," she said good naturedly, she didn't like losing, but she was not a bad loser.
"What would you like for beating me,"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 16:22:59 GMT -5
"An ale," he said. "Apples make me thirsty. Also, because you lost, you have to call me master until you win a contest." He speaks perfectly normally, like people called him master all the time.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 17:11:17 GMT -5
"They aren't fighting each other," she said. "The High Septon is massing his forces to go to King's Landing. They will knock Derek Baratheon off his throne and out of the war. Dorne will be completely alone. For now, they have decided R'hlorr is the greater of two evils." She sighs and looks at him. "My father cannot be stopped if he gets control of the Baratheon lands as well as Dorne, Ben." Benjen nodded. "The High Septon must be shown that Lord Bryce is the biggest danger they are facing. We are facing. Surely he must not agree with your father's... sorcerous ways. Whatever happens, I will not let Bryce Dayne take the Stormlands." |
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 17:30:05 GMT -5
"Master,eh?" She asked, smiling slightly, "Does that make me your apprentice or your slave?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 18:28:20 GMT -5
"Oh, Benjen," she said, sadly, "you're far too late. With the Faith marching to avenge the Great Sept of Baelor's burning last year, Prince Aaron is exposed, and now all of Dorne is stuck following him." She sighs. "I must look into more powerful allies, I think."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 18:29:03 GMT -5
The man shrugged. "Just a word. Now, about that ale...?" he looks at her expectantly.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 18:36:10 GMT -5
"Oh, Benjen," she said, sadly, "you're far too late. With the Faith marching to avenge the Great Sept of Baelor's burning last year, Prince Aaron is exposed, and now all of Dorne is stuck following him." She sighs. "I must look into more powerful allies, I think." Benjen looked at Ellaria, then at the Targaryen men, a frown appearing on his face. "I am sorry Ellaria but... please, whatever you do, do not trust Vhagus. He is not a good man, however powerful he is. Amelia met him..." |
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