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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 25, 2015 18:22:39 GMT -5
Morgan frowned. "I did not invite you here. This is no place to hold a diplomatic meeting. If you wish to speak with me on behalf of your prince, you will oblige me by getting dressed."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 25, 2015 18:25:20 GMT -5
Daxos removed his codpiece, so that he was at his full glory once more.
"I am hear to serve as your guide through relinquishing your maidenhood." he cooed, voice like silk. "This is diplomacy in my lands."
"I will be gentle...at first." he whispered.
(Seduction 70)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 18:29:41 GMT -5
98, Morgan opposed roll: 115
Morgan finds the disgusting, trollish rock god less sexy than she finds the admin. And the admin forgot to shower this morning.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 25, 2015 18:35:01 GMT -5
Unfortunately for the Daxos, Morgan's sexual experience was zero and her interest in such topics was minimal. She had spent most of her life since puberty obsessing over books, not boys. She reached for the dagger at her belt, laid a hand on the hilt.
"Get out, my lord."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 25, 2015 18:38:39 GMT -5
Daxos ran from the room like the roadrunner from Looney Toons.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 14:24:15 GMT -5
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Quentyn stops by Morgan's now-Daxosless chambers to say hello. He knocks and waits politely.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 14:28:52 GMT -5
Morgan had been thinking that it would be time to depart soon. By chance she was standing near the door talking to her maid about something when Quentyn knocked. She opened the door and smiled politely.
"My lord. I had not thought to see you here."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 14:31:58 GMT -5
"Had not thought to, or had hoped not to?" He replied with a grin. "It was rather unexpected for me as well. My king sent me along to treat with your people and the Northerners, since I was already acquainted with two Westerwomen of renown."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 14:35:26 GMT -5
She couldn't help but smile a little. "I hadn't thought to meet any of your people here, truly. May I ask how you discovered my presence here? I have....ah...been unwell and that has prevented me from spending as much time meeting the lords and ladies as I had originally intended. I have been obliged to spend quite a lot of time in my chambers. But the less said about that, the better."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 14:44:46 GMT -5
"I assumed you wouldn't miss your cousin's wedding. All it took was asking around a bit." He gave a glance at the doorway that they were standing in. "May I come in?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 14:47:24 GMT -5
She thought of the Daxos but Lord Cleftjaw at least had the courtesy to ask so she smiled politely and said "You may. Have you had the opportunity to speak with my cousin yet?"
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 14:51:32 GMT -5
He walked into her chambers and found a seat. "No, I thought to let her enjoy her new marital bliss without disturbance. We did speak with her husband, however. Negotiations have proven fruitful."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 14:55:29 GMT -5
"I'm glad of that. "Would you like a drink?" She glanced over at her maid to ensure the woman was listening before she asked "Are you intending to negotiate with King Brynden, if it is not rude of me to ask?"
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 14:56:59 GMT -5
"Certainly. Whatever you have on hand, I'm not picky." He nodded to her second question. "Yes, he was present as well, but let Benjen do most of the talking. Letting the heir get some practice in, I suppose."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 15:10:25 GMT -5
"Of course. Young men must learn the business of politics somehow," she agreed. "I have a bottle of mead to hand." She indicated that her maid would pour and then took a seat opposite Quentyn. "So why visit me, if I may be so bold as to ask?"
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