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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 2, 2015 20:54:34 GMT -5
"It's cold barren, and lifeless." The Crowl states evenly. "My seat alone is almost all underground to keep us warmer during the winters." "Yes? It is cold in Braavos as well. The ocean is a dark and cold mistress, and her depths leech all the warmth away. That cold comes on the wind to us everyday, reminding us of where we came from. We were slaves once, slaves to the dragon lords with their fire and flame and blood. We escaped to the north of easteros, one by one, two by two, and built a city there to spite them. The cold protected us in some ways, the dragonlords never cared for it." |
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 2, 2015 20:55:45 GMT -5
"No.. not really..." She shrugged, hissing as a bit of pain got through the drink. Robyn drinks some of the water before realising what it was and then frowns at it, "no." She pushed it away, "I.. I'd" She paused and concentrated. I.. would like to ssseee a dragon."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Apr 2, 2015 20:55:51 GMT -5
Lord Plumm shows up to the wedding. He had been commanding small skrimishes on the Reach and had been sent to the wedding to spread word about how things were going and the importance of the missions.
He coughed into his hand and straightens out his hair. He looked thin but seemed healthy enough.
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A knightly looking fellow uproariously shouts that no one can beat him at a game of cups. It seems the man has drank his fair share that night and no one seems to really be sure what the hell a game of cups entails.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 20:57:20 GMT -5
"Well, maybe you will one day," Nick said. "You could marry a Targaryen. I almost did, actually." He offers her her former drink. "Don't blame me for the headache tomorrow."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 2, 2015 21:00:15 GMT -5
"How could I merry... marru." she gave up on the word, "A Targaryen... No one here... wans to marry mee,, let alone across the sea..." She drank a bit more of the wine, but less of a gulp than before, "Haf you?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 2, 2015 21:02:28 GMT -5
"Oh, sister, we could find you a good man right now," he claims. "Though no one here deserves you. I guess there might be one. Or two. No more." He chuckles. "I didn't think you liked men, actually. Now me...now me, no one will marry," he chuckled. "But that's all right. Always another woman. But not as good as you, of course," he adds at the end.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 2, 2015 21:05:04 GMT -5
"You didn't think I liked men?" robyn asked, laughing, what she thought was softly, was probably more of a cackle, "What else would I like?"
She smiled at him, and leant forwards, "I would haf married you, iff you were Jared Fossoway, but I am glad you're not... I likes you more.. ass a brother..."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 2, 2015 21:05:41 GMT -5
A knightly looking fellow uproariously shouts that no one can beat him at a game of cups. It seems the man has drank his fair share that night and no one seems to really be sure what the hell a game of cups entails. Danya, dressed in breeches and a tunic though looking still very presentable, approaches the knight. "Now what might a game of cups be?" She asked, a cynical look on her face. |
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Post by Ser Pounce on Apr 2, 2015 21:13:06 GMT -5
The man tapped a small leather pouch and then plucked it from his belt. A few others had gathered around at the table mostly from curiosity. Apparently all the cups the man had drank helped serve as elements of the game.
"Ya have a cup, ya have 5 dice," he put his dice in the cup, shook them around then upended the cup on the table but without revealing the dice. He peaked under his cup. He gave her some dice and to the other couple of people and they followed his direction. "Now we got all 20 dice around right. We all gotta say how many dice of a certain kind are under each of you cups. Lemme start. I guess out of 20 theres 5 6s. If ya think I'm wrong call bullshit. If I'm wrong then I lose a dice, if you're wrong you lose a dice. We go around in a circle. So I said 5 6s, next person thinks I'm right? Well they gotta up the ante. They gotta say there is 6 6s and so on until someone thinks someone is lying or bullshitting. Pretty simple once ya get a few games down under your belt. It so happens you're playing with the best in the realm."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 2, 2015 21:21:58 GMT -5
"You're drunk," Danya said with a wry smile, before peeking under her cup. "You're also wrong. I doubt there's that many sixes."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Apr 2, 2015 21:25:29 GMT -5
He lifted his cup and there was 3 sixes. The others looked confused and he told them to lift up their cups. One person had 2 sixes, the other had 1 six.
"Looks like you just lost a dice darling." He grinned and collected his dice to toss around in the cup again. The others followed his lead amidst some 'ooohing' and 'aahing' as they started to get the gist of the game.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Apr 2, 2015 21:35:58 GMT -5
"This game open to anyone?" Korben asked as he approached the man playing cups, curious and bored, and trying to get ironborn off the brain a bit. "If so, I'll get in on this."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 2, 2015 21:37:14 GMT -5
"It's stupid anyhow," Danya responded, frowning down at her cup, tossing one of her dice over. "He makes the rules up as he goes along, I bet you that."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Apr 2, 2015 21:43:00 GMT -5
"Nope, never had no problem playin it with the men. Maybe the girl's mind is a bit slow?" He grinned and looked at the other men who all got a kick out of the joke.
He looked over to Korben, "Sure, four to five players is best. Let's practice a bit before putting some money in eh?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 2, 2015 21:54:01 GMT -5
Danya looked up at the man calmly. "What was that?" She asked, her hands at her side.
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