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Post by Kurts on Mar 17, 2015 18:37:55 GMT -5
"And that did not tempt you?" he asked, avoiding the question for the moment.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 17, 2015 19:26:04 GMT -5
"Even if the idea weren't plainly ridiculous, his cost is rather high," she said. "And there is no way he has learned so much in three mere decades."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 17, 2015 19:33:41 GMT -5
"I would not have though much was possible until I saw the capabilities of weirwood sap. If dragon blood is more potent, true wonders could be achieved." he theorized, studying her. "He did not offer me a place by his side or power only dreamt of. He asked for a worthy rival."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 17, 2015 19:41:45 GMT -5
"A...rival?" she asks, a bit incredulously. "Fascinating. I do wish I could meet the man face to face, on occasion." She looks into the dim candle light. "What are the Others?"
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Post by Kurts on Mar 17, 2015 20:33:09 GMT -5
"Those were his words, with monotony his only excuse for desiring such." he elaborated, with some skepticism. "Though I am not sure what reason he would have to lie."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 17, 2015 20:35:12 GMT -5
Delana shrugs. "Because he might find it funny," she said. "There is no telling with these mortals. I must rest now. There is a spell I must cast tomorrow that will take much strength."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 17, 2015 20:44:29 GMT -5
"As you wish." Oriax resisted the urge to ask, despite curiosity as to what sort of spell would be of such difficulty to a member of the council.
He spent most of the evening staring into the candle flame, considering her words.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 18, 2015 5:18:21 GMT -5
The next morning Delana is gone. Nyles comes to Oriax. "This blizzard is supposed to last a while," he said, "We can't leave in this mess."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 18, 2015 11:36:58 GMT -5
Oriax felt like stabbing another of his cattle as his eyes vote into Nyles.
"Then I suppose we will have to make ourselves at home until it passes." he replied, acidly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 18, 2015 13:03:16 GMT -5
For days the cold winds blow, and when at Oriax resolves to simply leave to go back to Asshai and count himself a failure, the winds finish blowing south. Four foot of snow has fallen in the area, and icebergs clog the harbor, but the durable northern cogs are moving again, and the path to the Kingsroad is also clear.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 18, 2015 13:20:11 GMT -5
Oriax decided to take the Kingsroad. They knew exactly where Snow was heading now, so chasing him was of less import. They simply needed to be prepared when they met him there. This way he would not have to dispose of his fuel source and could avoid his robes smelling of cod.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 18, 2015 14:18:12 GMT -5
Two days of traveling down the Kingsroad, the mercenaries cold and bitching, his zombies slow and shambling, Oriax's patience nears an end. The lands outside Barrowton are endless moors punctuated only by the barrows of the First Men. Nyles asks idly, "Do you think they ever buried anything worth a damn with those old bones?"
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Post by Kurts on Mar 18, 2015 14:30:17 GMT -5
"Superstition likely keeps most from finding out." Oriax remarked, as they trudged along. "Have you ever sought anything more than coin, Nyles? Do not get me wrong, the simplicity serves you well in this capacity, but do you have no further ambition?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 18, 2015 14:39:00 GMT -5
Nyles looks to Oriax. "Why do you think I extort extra money from you every chance I get?" He chuckles. "I plan on buying a manse in Lys and having golden haired Valyrian descendants massaging my cock for years to come."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 18, 2015 14:42:28 GMT -5
"A young man's ambition." he remarked, in a tone that was neither judgmental nor condescending. "How many of your kind do you think get to enjoy such a life?"
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