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Post by The Flint on Jan 14, 2008 1:42:08 GMT -5
Flea laughed and winked back. "So what's this place called? Is it true that its bad luck for an inkeep to change the name of his inn? I heard that's true about ships and sailors, I bet its true with inns too."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jan 14, 2008 23:47:54 GMT -5
It's right there," Aerie gesticulated once they rounded the turn. "Flea, for someone renown for his stealth, you cetainly talk a lot," she added good naturedly.
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Post by The Flint on Jan 15, 2008 0:43:22 GMT -5
"Well I'm not trying to hide right now." Flea said, looking at Aerie as if she had a third eye. "And I'm renowned for my stealth? Really? Who said so?"
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Jan 15, 2008 23:37:47 GMT -5
"Apparently you," she replied distractedly, leading him to the inn. "Here, now you can get something to eat beofre you go off."
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Post by The Flint on Jan 15, 2008 23:38:43 GMT -5
"Oh. Yeah. That' sounds like something I would say." Flea says, a little crestfallen. He follows her into the Inn.
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Post by Horas on Jan 17, 2008 0:29:34 GMT -5
The Hand of the King, Lord Horas Blackwood, arrives at Gulltown with fifty guards. He requests a meeting with the Lord Dominic.
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Post by House Dustin on Jan 17, 2008 0:32:32 GMT -5
The Lord Hand is informed that Lord Dominic is with the army at Runestone, but that his son, Dortmund, castellan at Castle Grafton will see him immediately.
Lord Blackwood is taken into the keep to Ser Dormund's solar. Ser Dortmund rose immediately and offered a bow. "It is my great honor to receive you here, my Lord Hand."
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Post by Horas on Jan 17, 2008 0:43:46 GMT -5
Horas nods to the castellan. "Your hospitality is appreciated, Ser Dortmund," the Hand says, though he does not sit. "It is my understanding you have Princess Emelia Martell and several members of her entourage in your custody. I have come to speak with the Princess."
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Post by House Dustin on Jan 17, 2008 0:56:19 GMT -5
Dortmund nods. "Of course... at once, my lord. I will have one of my men take you. She is in a tower cell-- more tower aparments, nicely accoutred. I have her under very heavy guard because the Sword of the Morning was with her, and is in the same tower."
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Post by Horas on Jan 17, 2008 1:19:50 GMT -5
"I shall speak with her now," Horas says. The Hand and a few of his guards follow Dortmund's man to Martell's cell.
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Post by Horas on Jan 19, 2008 3:28:27 GMT -5
A merchant vessel slides out of port at Gulltown and turns south.
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Post by House Dustin on Jan 20, 2008 17:39:27 GMT -5
The messenger brings Captain Andrew Royce to a large building just above the harbor at Gulltown. He is shown into an office where a man sits at a desk. He has disheveled grey hair hanging in strands about his head. "Andrew Royce, I presume. I am Jaster Sunderland. I understand you have some experience with ships and seafaring." Edit - Fixed Runestone. Thanks Andrew  |
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Post by mockingbird on Jan 20, 2008 17:55:42 GMT -5
OOC: Aren't we in Gulltown now, Roland?
Andrew bowed.
"One could say that, Lord Sunderland. I've been on ships almost since the day I was born. I've captained a ship since the age of nineteen, working as a trader between the Free Cities."
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Post by House Dustin on Jan 20, 2008 18:29:34 GMT -5
Sunderland grunted. "Well, as it happens, a captain of one my warships turned up... Well, dead, frankly, the other day. There's a resultant opening for a captaincy on that ship. Would you like to be a captain in the Vale Fleet, Andrew?"
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Post by mockingbird on Jan 21, 2008 4:45:14 GMT -5
Andrew didn't know what to say at first. He had been a trade captain, most of the fighting he had done had been against pirates, but it seemed that his father's family would need him, so he nodded.
"I'll take up the captainacy if that's needed of me. I want to help the family of my father's in any way I can. What's the ships name?"
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