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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 15:51:47 GMT -5
King Terrence waves his hand to a bottle of wine and some crackers while he sits on his balcony overlooking the godswood. "Amelia," he says in a friendly way. "I hope you've been doing well. I know that business with those nitwit assassins was a bit harrowing."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 16, 2015 15:56:48 GMT -5
Amelia sat and poured herself a glance of wine, legs crossed as she drank. "We killed all but two of them, your Grace; the Father and the Stranger. I believe they are after my father, to make him suffer for my sins."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 16:02:36 GMT -5
"Well, I assure you, Kalvin Stark knows, and he intends on making them pay for theirs if they approach the camp," he said. "But my reasons for calling you are of a few different matters." He sips his own wine. "We smashed King Rycherd at King's Landing, but lost the city anyway, as you know." He frowns. "What is more concerning on the broader level is that Pentos has conquered Dragonstone." He looks to her. "I need information on them. If they have allied with Bryce Dayne they can range all along the eastern coasts, and no one can stop them."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 16, 2015 16:06:59 GMT -5
Amelia narrowed her eyes, a smile playing on her full lips. "Is that not more a job for the Mistress of Whispers? Princess Robyn is in Pentos, is she not? Likely she will send word, though if it is magical probing you need well... I can do that."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 16:17:57 GMT -5
"I need information in real time, yes," he said.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 16, 2015 16:19:53 GMT -5
"Anyone in particular you think I should be talking to?" Amelia asked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 17:44:04 GMT -5
"Not talking," he said. "Watching. If the Dornish have men at Dragonstone then we must prepare for a trap."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 16, 2015 17:50:25 GMT -5
"I can try, your Grace, but I have no conduit that connects me with Dragonstone. I will try seeing something through the flames."
She rose and made her way over to the fireplace, kneeling in front of it. She took out the last bit of sap she owned and set it down, before focusing on the flames. She tried to reach out, far far far south, to the island of Dragonstone to see if she could find a fire there from which she could watch... and listen.
Fire Calling (60)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 17:54:21 GMT -5
She sees from a piece of obsidian on the castle, dozens of ships in port, a man with a Valyrian sword, but no signs of any sort of Dornish or Sunspear sigils (+1).
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 16, 2015 17:57:39 GMT -5
Amelia tries to see if she can make out any faces, or sigils.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 17:59:29 GMT -5
She knows none of them. The ships have flags that could be Pentoshi, but hard to discern from this distance. One of the ships has some sort of black shape on it. Could be a dragon.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 16, 2015 18:02:19 GMT -5
Amelia casts one last glances across the scene before pulling back, finding herself in front of the fire again.
"There are dozens of ships, with flags that could be Pentoshi," She says, standing up and returning to her seat. "One of the flags could have been bearing a black dragon, or other black shape. I saw a man with a Valrysian Steel sword as well. No Dornish however."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 18:05:10 GMT -5
Terrence nods his head slowly. "It's a wyvern." He leans back. "Elias Bolton's old mercenary company."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 16, 2015 18:07:01 GMT -5
"Elias Bolton? Do you think the Boltons are at Dragonstone?" Amelia asked, having wondered what her former mentor and his brother had been up to. "Thought I wonder who the man with the sword was. I cannot think of many that wield Valyrian Steel."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 18:09:42 GMT -5
"Not in Westeros," he said. "Overseas it is not so unheard of." He taps his cheek with a finger. "I find it more likely the mercenaries are hunting the Boltons. They were abandoned in Sothoryos two years ago." He grinned. "And it seems they lived."
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