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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 14, 2013 3:00:21 GMT -5
Near the Kings Landing harbor stands a stout structure which houses the office of the Master of Ships, currently Lord Oswyn Baratheon. The office itself is richly detailed in dark woods and brass. A massive ornate oak desk dominates the room, notable for being carved from the hull of the ship of Lord Daemon Velaryon, the first Master of Ships, the same flagship which had brought Aegon the Conqueror's army to the shores of Westeros. The room is littered with naval instruments and tidal maps line the walls. A window overlooks Blackwater Bay, with a line of sight to the mighty dromonds, carracks, holks, cogs, and war galleys of the Royal Fleet.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 14, 2013 21:49:48 GMT -5
A lean man with nicks and scars across his face and along the exposed skin of his arms led his horse along to the building that housed Oswyn's office. He wore a red sash around his head that doubled as a bandage for a wound on his scalp. His sigil was that of house Fowler, a prominent house in Dorne and he announced himself to the gaurds telling them that he had an appointment with Lord Oswyn.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 14, 2013 23:27:00 GMT -5
He is allowed in by Rupert Kellington, who says the Master of Ships is expecting him.
Oswyn sits at his desk, trying to make sense of a tidal map in vain.
"Ser Cam, I assume?" he asked, standing.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 14, 2013 23:35:39 GMT -5
The man nodded in greeting, "Lord Oswyn." His eyes darted around the room as if there were a trap or ambush about to be sprung upon him. He looked like he hadn't slept in a while. "Good office," he remarked to covere up his strategic assesment of the place, "Very practical... Oh, Princess Lyssandra sent me."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 15, 2013 22:28:04 GMT -5
Oswyn raised an eyebrow at the man's furtive nature, but left it unremarked.
"Relax ser." he said, motioning for the man to sit. "My betrothed mentioned I should be expecting you."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 15, 2013 23:12:11 GMT -5
He waved his hand around to swat at a fly then pulled out the seat, "Damn flies," he said, "It's the fish." He looked at Oswyn's desk and then up at him, "Yes, she said I would be attached to your house now." He scratched at his hand that had a scab on it, "To be honest I don't know what's going on Lord Oswyn."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 15, 2013 23:17:56 GMT -5
"We are attempting to improve relations between Dorne and the Stormlands." Oswyn explained, amused. "I have loaned your princess a knight of my house and you are the man she offered in exchange. Think of it as a cultural exchange program."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 15, 2013 23:36:43 GMT -5
He stopped scratching his hand then sat back in the chair slowly. "Strange. The princess has been a little strange, but I do what she says, and I have always turned out alright," he said while his hand rubbed at his twisted looking nose. "What would you ask of me Lord Oswyn? It would be hard to kill a Dornishman, I'll just put that out there."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 15, 2013 23:59:01 GMT -5
"A lesson I have learned and will keep in mind." he replied, glad to have another reliable sword at his disposal. "For now, I would have you remain close, so that I may learn your talents firsthand."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 16, 2013 0:21:17 GMT -5
"I can do that. I am not the best swordsmen, but I can handle myself in a scrap if it comes to that. People say I have been lucky. They're probably damn right. I have caught a blow meant for the princess once or twice." He shrugged while seated. "I suppose I am your man now. I have my horse outside with my things packed. Is there anything I should know? Besides not telling any uh, Stormlander jokes."
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Post by Marie on Oct 16, 2013 4:50:53 GMT -5
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A servant comes to tell Lord Oswyn that Isabel Hightower desires an audience with him.
Izzy, cloaked, waits to be admitted to the office.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 16, 2013 5:02:31 GMT -5
"I can do that. I am not the best swordsmen, but I can handle myself in a scrap if it comes to that. People say I have been lucky. They're probably damn right. I have caught a blow meant for the princess once or twice." He shrugged while seated. "I suppose I am your man now. I have my horse outside with my things packed. Is there anything I should know? Besides not telling any uh, Stormlander jokes." "I am sure we will put that luck to good use here." he replied, hoping it might counteract his own string of bad luck as of late. Between the assassins, dissolution of his marriage, recently overcome paralysis, and woeful preparedness for his current station Oswyn required all the lucky charms he could find. "You may deposit your things at the Baratheon Manse. I will update you on the specifics of my security concerns in due time, but vigilance would suit you well." /////////// A servant comes to tell Lord Oswyn that Isabel Hightower desires an audience with him. Izzy, cloaked, waits to be admitted to the office. She is allowed entry after a short wait, Oswyn standing from behind his desk as Rupert Kellington opened the door. |
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Post by Marie on Oct 16, 2013 5:05:55 GMT -5
Izzy smiled politely at the lord though there was curiosity in her gaze too.
"Thank you for seeing me, my lord. "I am most grateful. I know our acquaintance is but slight, but our houses are bound in blood, so I hoped I might presume upon that relationship in order to secure your friendship."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 16, 2013 5:17:50 GMT -5
"Have a seat, my lady." he motioned with an amused smile, glad for the excuse to break from his duties. He left unmentioned his relationship with the last house that had claimed blood binds to his own. "I am unsure my friendship is such a valuable commodity, but you are welcome nonetheless."
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Post by Marie on Oct 16, 2013 5:24:24 GMT -5
She threw off her cloak with a flourish. Beneath she wore a long blue dress which flowed down to her ankles. The bodice showed some cleavage, though not too much, and clung to her breasts and torso to show her figure to best advantage. She wore a simple silver chain with a white stone pendant nestled between her breasts and her hair was done in loose waves.
"You are very kind, my lord. "I am hoping to make a life here at court, at least for a time. So it seemed to me that I should begin getting to know the newest member of the Small Council. Lord Royce and I are already acquainted."
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Hope you all are well and happy.