Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Mar 24, 2015 15:30:32 GMT -5
"Sounds as if it finished it as well." Daxos replied with a laugh, picking out someone's incisor that had become wedged in the precious wood.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 24, 2015 15:39:34 GMT -5
Robyn looks down at Warrick and feels a pang of guilt. He had only wanted a drink.
She looked at the man with the black apple on his Cloak. "Thank you for your help," She said to him, pressing a hand to her face where she was hit.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 24, 2015 15:47:54 GMT -5
Daxos pulled a silk handkerchief from his silk robes, offering it to the Northern woman to wipe the blood from her face.
"A woman gifted with such beauty should not squander it in tavern brawls." he remarked, with a charming smile.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 24, 2015 15:57:05 GMT -5
"This?" She said, touching the budding bruise on her face, "Worth it to wipe the looks of their smug dornish faces," she said, still angry,
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Post by Kurts on Mar 24, 2015 16:08:15 GMT -5
"We have a slightly different matter of conflict resolution in my homeland." Daxos replied, noting the blood and calamity around him. "Either way, I make it my business to know all the beautiful women of the realm, and I do not yet know you."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 24, 2015 16:14:37 GMT -5
She looked at him, "They were talking about my King's Daughter," she said, "Northern honour was at stake."
She looked at him for a long moment, "The name's Martha"
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Post by Kurts on Mar 24, 2015 16:30:06 GMT -5
"A mistake I am sure they regret." he remarked. "Though honor hardly warms a bed."
He took her hand and kissed it, perhaps a tad bit longer than was customary.
"I am Daxos Jubalho, ambassador of the Summer Isles to Westeros. A pleasure to meet you, Martha...?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 24, 2015 16:36:11 GMT -5
"Stout," She said, giving the man her fake surname. "You'd be surpised how fulfilling honour can be," She said pulling her hand back after a second.
She looked down at Warrick and then back up to the man, "Could you help me move him, he may need a maester."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 24, 2015 16:46:07 GMT -5
"I would say you do not understand what it means to fulfilled then." he quipped, bending down to help move the unconscious man. "I would be honored to teach you, so that we may both be fulfilled.
As he moved to pick up the man, his silk robes parted, revealing that he wore nothing beneath. Robyn would note a cock that was the length and girth of an infant's arm. He covered back up slowly, apparently having no shame.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 24, 2015 16:53:48 GMT -5
"You sound like you would be honoured by a lot," robyn said, looking forward, turning her back on the black apple cloaked man, reminding herself to thank him again later.
She helped carry Warrick with some difficulty, being a little whisp of a thing,
She noticed his cock but didn't react to it, not knowing really if that were large or not, having not seen many with which to compare it.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 24, 2015 17:07:24 GMT -5
"What is much to some is nothing to others." he shrugged, hefting the unconscious man. "Different culture, different values."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 24, 2015 17:21:34 GMT -5
The man in the black apple cloak nods, wipes his dagger off the bar and sheathes it. "Daynes are the plague rats of Westeros," he declared, "second only to Lord Tyrell." As the odd musician does his weird thing, the man shrugs. The cock would shrnk shortly enough in the freezing cold of a winter in Riverrun. "Jared," he offers, before a dozen men in Tully colors arrive. "And it seem they are playing my song." He leaves swiftly through the far exit.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 19:47:41 GMT -5
///
After a time, Elias comes with a letter. He has a dagger on his belt but is otherwise in normal warm clothes and a cloak for the moisture. He sits at a bench and whistles while he waits.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 25, 2015 20:26:49 GMT -5
Robyn arrived a little bit after him, having found some food on the way down, and being almost perpetually hungry.
"Master Bolton, Fancy meeting you here," She wore the same as before, but with a warm cloak over the top now, and unlike him had come with her bow and her short blades.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 20:30:00 GMT -5
Elias nods. "Princess, what a coincidence." He hands her a folded paper. "To the godswood?" He smiles at her appearance.
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