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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 3, 2015 17:06:29 GMT -5
"Looks better on me than the man I killed for it." Quentyn replied, thinking, Bitch, you know I look fabulous. "He was so fat, I had to hack his head off to slide it off his neck."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 17:07:21 GMT -5
Killion looked wounded at the insinuation, looking at the various rings on his fingers as if to refresh his memory, pointing to each one and listing its previous owner.
"Lets see....Pirate Lord in the Stepstones...Braavosi merchant prince...captain of a swan ship...Valantene sellsword...Westerland knight...nope, no fishing villages."
He looked to Robyn now, taking a more stern tone. "Each captain is king aboard his own ship. They sail where they please and reave as they desire. When I impede their freedom with a command, it is for work worth doing."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 17:08:01 GMT -5
"Sounds like a man who gave you a good fight then" Robyn retorted, feeling vindicated after his description of his opponent.
She looked round at Killion and started to reply to him, then paused, "That does at least sound very liberating"
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 3, 2015 17:12:21 GMT -5
"Oh, no, he didn't put up much of a fight. The dozen slave guards in front of him, they were the challenge."
He nodded at her second comment. "There's no feeling more free than being at sea, on your way to a good fight."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 17:18:54 GMT -5
Killion nodded solemnly in agreement to Quentyn's words. "Aye, nothing like looking upon the open sea and knowing there is no horizon beyond your reach."
"Though a greenland princess would know as much about that as a bird in a cage knows of the freedom of the skies."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 17:21:32 GMT -5
"I have more freedom than most," She countered, not wanting to concede he had a point, "And what of your princesses in your lands?"
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 17:24:34 GMT -5
"More than most." he chuckled, "I do hope that degree of separation gives you some small comfort."
"The only princess in my lands, my half-sister, is still barely passed by knee. Female captains are hardly unheard of though."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 17:30:09 GMT -5
Robyn looked at him for a long moment, and pushed herself away from the wall, "Your freedom doesn't seem to have given you an awful lot in return,"
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 17:36:24 GMT -5
"Freedom is the reward in itself. It is at once the game and the authority and the justification. Men kill for it across the world and it is longed for by the lowliest slave in Mereen and the princesses of Westeros." he replied, serious now. "Any further boon is unnecessary, but happily taken."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 17:38:21 GMT -5
Robyn didn't have anything to say to that, looked at him for a long moment, then her gaze flickered away for a bit, "Whatever makes you happy, then, I suppose."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 17:58:19 GMT -5
Nick looked at her when she stopped. "An odd time for such a discussion," he noted. "Weddings and beddings and food and merriment and liquor make for a strange bedfellow with demons and wildfire." He offered an arm, whether as a mocking gallant gesture or simply because he's polite is difficult to gauge. "How exactly would you say you were harsh?" "I thought I'd match your mood," Amelia responded with a little half smile, taking his arm as they walked. "And I was harsh because, well, I didn't consider that you'd put your past behind you." |
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 17:58:25 GMT -5
Robyn didn't have anything to say to that, looked at him for a long moment, then her gaze flickered away for a bit, "Whatever makes you happy, then, I suppose." "Happy as a Dornishman with a goat." he jested, returning to his customary levity. "Are you?" |
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 17:59:47 GMT -5
Dud looked over to the man she indicated. He had no clue who he was, but had noticed he talked to a lot of the highborns at the wedding. "And who is that one? He does seem to be well connected at this feast." "His name is Nicholas Snow," Jenny replied. "As far as I know he is working with people around here, though he wouldn't tell me much. Seems like a decent type." She paused. "You can tell he has Stark blood in him though." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 18:06:09 GMT -5
"Have you put yours behind you, Amelia?" he asks. "Your former mentors haven't proven to be such sterling characters themselves. Although I grant you, at least Oriax didn't try to kill me. Yet." The pair head to the bridge overlooking the way to his tent. The river is finally frozen over, though likely still dangerously thin in the center. "I am not proud of the things I've done, but most of them I had to do to stop something worse." The bitter chill blows across them. "I'm not given the benefit of the doubt. You can consort with sorcerers and do as you will with whoever you will and at worst some stuffy old bitches will tut tut at you." He leans against the bridge's railing. "When I go to King's Landing, or Storm's End, whicever he is at, there's a strong chance that I am going to fail in my primary task. And my secondary one, which is surviving." The wind turns his shaved face red. "I stole a shipment of wildfire from Malryas Bolton about eight months ago. It's hidden in a holdfast about three hours' ride from Lord Harroway's Town. Buried under the stables next to the place. The landowner's Thom, a good man."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 18:16:17 GMT -5
Robyn didn't have anything to say to that, looked at him for a long moment, then her gaze flickered away for a bit, "Whatever makes you happy, then, I suppose." "Happy as a Dornishman with a goat." he jested, returning to his customary levity. "Are you?" "Why would I not be?" She asked him, |
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