Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 18:20:34 GMT -5
"Asks the sullen drunk at her brother's wedding feast..." he prodded, with a wry smile.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 18:27:37 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." Amelia stood next to Nicholas, looking out at the water. "I don't think I am quite over myself... past or present. That much should be obvious." She smirked, though it was somewhat ironic. "And as much as I consort with sorcerers, there's always another outcome - my horrid and painful death. So there's that." She thought on the Wildfyre for a moment, then Nicholas' likelihood of surviving. "How... no, scratch that. I don't want to know. Thom you say... I will be sure to make is acquaintance." |
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The Feast
Apr 3, 2015 18:55:59 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 18:55:59 GMT -5
Nick takes his first actual drink of the night from a flask. "You'll like him. Try not to go too hard on his old heart though," he chuckled. "You come on rather strong."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 3, 2015 18:56:55 GMT -5
"Asks the sullen drunk at her brother's wedding feast..." he prodded, with a wry smile. "Sullen, crippled drunk." Quentyn added. |
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 18:59:48 GMT -5
Ami gave a laugh. "How can I not, with the assets the gods gave me? That and a lack of self worth for being treated like nothing but good looks from a young age."
She studied the frozen river for a moment. "Are there any more out there? Sorcerers that is. Any that aren't hell bent on destroying or ruling the world. I don't wish to be the only one, bar you."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 19:00:17 GMT -5
Robyn looked as if she was going to give killion a proper answer, until she heard cleftjaw spoke and she got angry again, "I am injured, not crippled!" She said angrily. Glaring round at him, "nor a drunk... I just happen to have... Drank a lot"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Apr 3, 2015 19:04:12 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." Dud had to think on the name for a moment. He knew he had heard it at some point.... Nick snow, he remembered it now. He was a known outlaw! Dud was almost positive he had kidnapped the very lady Prince Benjen just married. Dud treaded lightly on that subject, it wasn't that long ago that Ella was an outlaw hunted by Dud. "Ah, Nicholas Snow, I've heard the name. So you'll travel with him then?" Dud said with slight concern in his voice. |
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 3, 2015 19:05:04 GMT -5
Quentyn turned to Killion. "How would you define a 'drunk'? It seems to me that a major factor is drinking a lot."
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Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 19:12:14 GMT -5
Killion began counting on his fingers, as if doing some complex equation.
"Her four drinks ago, you two drinks ago, and me..." he drained the rest of his rum. "Right about now."
He silently cursed Amelia Royce for the concoction of spirits that would likely be his undoing.
"And come now Quentyn, as she says she is injured not crippled, by a dozen men...or was it two dozen?...a hundred? Yes, that was it."
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Apr 3, 2015 19:17:08 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 19:17:08 GMT -5
Ami gave a laugh. "How can I not, with the assets the gods gave me? That and a lack of self worth for being treated like nothing but good looks from a young age." She studied the frozen river for a moment. "Are there any more out there? Sorcerers that is. Any that aren't hell bent on destroying or ruling the world. I don't wish to be the only one, bar you." "I thought you'd met faeron and his sister," Nick said. "Cassana Targaryen too." He chuckles. "Well jave some worth around me then. I don't think you're good looking." He tosses a small stone into the ice and watches it punch through. "But as you noticed, the process by which we wield magic lends itself to those who desire to inflict pain." |
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 19:27:43 GMT -5
"I thought you'd met faeron and his sister," Nick said. "Cassana Targaryen too." He chuckles. "Well jave some worth around me then. I don't think you're good looking." He tosses a small stone into the ice and watches it punch through. "But as you noticed, the process by which we wield magic lends itself to those who desire to inflict pain." "Gods know where Faeron and Lyria are, and Cassana... well, I have not met her. Is she one of the crazy ones?" She watched the stone fall down into the water. "It makes me think, whether I should go and find them, rather than stay here. The long game." |
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 19:29:48 GMT -5
"In truth i single handedly fought off an army of thousands, I just didn't want to intimidate you with how impressively ferocious I am, it might have been too much for your delicate ironborn minds" if they were going to be ridiculous, so would she.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 19:37:02 GMT -5
[Dud had to think on the name for a moment. He knew he had heard it at some point.... Nick snow, he remembered it now. He was a known outlaw! Dud was almost positive he had kidnapped the very lady Prince Benjen just married. Dud treaded lightly on that subject, it wasn't that long ago that Ella was an outlaw hunted by Dud. "Ah, Nicholas Snow, I've heard the name. So you'll travel with him then?" Dud said with slight concern in his voice. "Perhaps," Jenny said, shrugging. "Depends on what he does or where he goes. What he's about." She smiled. "Of course if you can convince me to come with you I can always do that." |
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 19:42:25 GMT -5
"In truth i single handedly fought off an army of thousands, I just didn't want to intimidate you with how impressively ferocious I am, it might have been too much for your delicate ironborn minds" if they were going to be ridiculous, so would she. "Hear that Quentyn?" he nudged his compatriot with a laugh, "We're delicate." |
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 3, 2015 19:46:01 GMT -5
"I know you're a pretty little flower. How much time do you spend on your hair in the morning, your princeliness?"
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