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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 18:36:25 GMT -5
"I don't even know your name," Robyn said to him, looking towards where their arrows were sticking out of the wood.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 18:38:57 GMT -5
"Amelia has less feel for character than that Hightower girl last year," Ellaria said. "Than me, even before I learned what the outside world held. He cannot be as bad as my father. Has he ever tried impregnating his own daughter with an avatar? No..." she waits a moment pretending to want an answer. "I thought not. I don't need a good man," she concludes, her nostrils flaring, grim and beautiful, "I need A MAN."
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"Master works for now," the man said. "People buy strangers ale all the time." He turns and begins walking to one of the major ale tents.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 18:44:30 GMT -5
Benjen shook his head. "Looking to fight fire with fire is not the way, Ellaria. When Vhagus is done with Bryce he will move on to the rest of Westeros. He will burn those that oppose him and rule those that don't. But I can't change your mind, I already see that."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 18:47:38 GMT -5
She spits on the ground, angry. "What has Westeros ever done for me? I've been raped by my own father, fondled by my brother, sold as a slave to a witch, and then forced into hiding from my own family's army." Her eyes blaze. "I will see them burn. If you match armies with my father, you will lose. He has some spell that makes trained men tremble before him. Lord Fowler didn't even fight a single day. Six hours is how long the Siege of Skyreach lasted."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 18:48:02 GMT -5
Robyn looks at him as he walks away. She considered just throwing money at him, but she had little else to do, so followed behind a couple of paces.
When they got to the tent, "What are you drinking then, master?" She said, snorting after saying the word, it felt ridiculous coming off her tongue. She was happy to play along for a while.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 18:51:10 GMT -5
"Ale!" he calls out, the bartender brings him one. He drains it and calls for another. "Now, then, who are you?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 18:56:59 GMT -5
"someone you think can afford a lot of ale apparently," She said, watching him drink before asking for one of whatever he was having,
"Who do you think I am?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 18:59:09 GMT -5
"Very well, I shall call you Martha," he says. "I've heard Martha Stout is an archer. You'd be a good Martha. Not the proper girth, but one can't have everything." He offers her an ale she'd bought. "Drink up, Martha."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 19:04:33 GMT -5
"The proper girth?" Robyn said, laughing at that and smiling, "What would you say is the proper girth?"
She took a sip of the ale and her nose twitched. She was not partial to ale, as much as she wanted to be.
"I'd be very fortunate if I was not an archer and did that. This is actually just a show bow."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 19:06:38 GMT -5
She spits on the ground, angry. "What has Westeros ever done for me? I've been raped by my own father, fondled by my brother, sold as a slave to a witch, and then forced into hiding from my own family's army." Her eyes blaze. "I will see them burn. If you match armies with my father, you will lose. He has some spell that makes trained men tremble before him. Lord Fowler didn't even fight a single day. Six hours is how long the Siege of Skyreach lasted." "Then why are you still here, Ellaria?" Benjen asked, angry now. "I am sorry that your life has been this bad, but not everyone has been your enemy. The North has always been your friend, no matter what. When you are under that spell, attacking my men I didn't have to save you. But I did." He shook his head. "I don't know your father as well as you but I am not going to give up. If not with an army, then we will stop him some other way. If you wish to go and join the man who wants the whole world to bend the knee to him then I cannot stop you, but know you'll be with a man far worse than your father. And you will have lost a true friend." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 19:16:01 GMT -5
"Oh, a twig like you can't be a real Martha," he said. "You'd need to eat another you to get to that pristine state." He chuckles as she turns her nose up at the ale. "Ah, a real highborn. No lady can drink ale without a snort." He shrugs. "Get wine, then."
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Ellaria looks back and forth, then stalks away.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 19:26:03 GMT -5
"I do not know any highborn Marthas... except for myself, of course." Robyn said, looking him over, and then taking another sip of the ale, again trying not to turn her nose up, "If you get to make me up, it seems only fair I get to do it to you... You can be Julian... Blackwood, scourge of... The Three Sisters."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 19:28:52 GMT -5
Benjen sighs and goes to find something to drink.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 21:36:17 GMT -5
"Not a fucking Blackwood," he snorts. "Warrick Mooton." He looks to the young princess. "But I suspect you can pull the rank on me."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 21:47:50 GMT -5
"Maybe on Warrick Mooton, certainly not on Julian Blackwood." What kind of rank does Martha have? Sounds like a peasant name to Me"
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