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Post by Kurts on Nov 5, 2012 17:08:56 GMT -5
An inn in the Riverlands that is located near the spot where King Torrhen Stark bent the knee to Aegon I. The main building sits along the shore where the Trident bends. It has long, low wings that stretch out. The lower story is made of grey stone, the upper one of whitewashed wood. Its roof is slate and has a stables and an arbor. It reportedly brews a good ale. Above its door is a painted sign of a king on his knees.
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Post by Kurts on Nov 5, 2012 17:13:45 GMT -5
Oriax of the Shadw enters the inn for a momentary respite from the downpour outside. His silver mask is spotted with drops of rain as he darkens its threshold. Traveling on the roads had become more dangerous for his kind of late with the Faith's inquisitions. His journey from the Reach had not been an easy one. Better to enjoy shelter in the Stark's kingdom where he could practice his arts with slightly more freedom.
He took a seat, the deep set eyes under his mask darting about at the gathered patrons. In times such as these a competent sellsword could be useful to have in his service. Blades and bows tended to draw less attention than his usual methods of self defense.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 17:35:49 GMT -5
The inn is crowded due to its location, and flooded more with refugees from the Reach, fleeing the oppression in their lands. He sees perhaps a dozen fighting men, but none he would feel too comfortable trusting his life to. Not that gold buys loyalty, but it can at least buy skill.
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Post by Kurts on Nov 5, 2012 17:52:26 GMT -5
Oriax looks at the crowd with distaste beneath his mask. So much useless cattle surrounding him on all sides. They had no thoughts loftier than food, shelter, and companionship. He would stay here only until the storm passed in whatever fleabag room left available.
Standing, he approached the barkeep and tapped his gloved fingers on the counter until he was acknowledged.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 18:06:03 GMT -5
It doesn't take long; he attracts attention easily enough. The bar owner nods to him, seeming the only person unperturbed by him. He looks like a retired warrior himself. "What'll you have tonight?"
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Post by Kurts on Nov 5, 2012 18:10:10 GMT -5
"A room for the evening." he said, his flawless Westerosi devoid of much of his foreign accent but still sounding hollow and strange as it echoed from the metal mask. "And some companionship."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 18:11:19 GMT -5
"Three silver for you; you'll ant the finest companionship I assume. Lara! Get your sweet ass to room six!" A plump but pretty girl nods and heads upstairs. "Just follow her."
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Post by Kurts on Nov 5, 2012 18:29:53 GMT -5
"I prefer my companionship in pairs." he said, watching the woman head upstairs. As if from nowhere a gold coin appeared in his hand, a king from accross the Narrow Sea imprinted on it, and Oriax placed it on the counter. "And I prefer my privacy as well."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 18:33:46 GMT -5
"Very well. Rosa, up too!" Another, smaller, woman headed up too.
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Post by Kurts on Nov 5, 2012 18:42:20 GMT -5
Satisfied, Oriax followed the two women to room six, the sound of their heartbeats pounding in his ears.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 18:45:54 GMT -5
They strip down and await him on the bed. The walls in this tavern, like most, are fairly thin.
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Post by Kurts on Nov 5, 2012 18:53:40 GMT -5
Oriax looked from one whore to the other. Not his usual fare unfortunately, as virgins tended to work far better for his purposes, but they would do. The thin walls would limit him as well.
"Rosa, be a dear and tie Lara to the bed." he cooed sweetly. "And gag her."
One benefit of whores was it took far less convincing on his part, what most women would consider an odd fetish usually all in a day's work for them.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 18:59:44 GMT -5
She smiles and does so. Lara looks at him teasingly.
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Post by Kurts on Nov 5, 2012 19:14:52 GMT -5
"Pleasure her with your tongue." he ordered, knowing a high heart rate would give the best results. He lit a nearby torch, bathing the naked women in an orange glow.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 19:18:01 GMT -5
Rosa does so, and Lara makes exaggerated muffled cries of pleasure.
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