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Post by Fel on Jan 20, 2008 5:47:19 GMT -5
Felryn Harlaw sits on the high chair in the great hall of Sunspear, making jokes about Dornish people.
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Post by Fel on Jan 20, 2008 10:42:32 GMT -5
Zoella Martell is escorted in by two guards.
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Post by ashalind on Jan 20, 2008 10:50:48 GMT -5
"A very warm welcome, my lord!" said Zoella, unfazed by her escort, and curtsied gracefully but not without certain disdain. "I hope you find Sunspear as pleasant as you wish".
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Post by Fel on Jan 20, 2008 10:54:57 GMT -5
Felryn looked down at Zoella and smiled, his eyes taking her in hungrily. "It is much too hot, but at least the women are pleasing to look at."
"Tell me, if you would, is this the Sun Throne I sit on now, or is that somewhere else?"
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Post by ashalind on Jan 20, 2008 11:00:16 GMT -5
Zoella tried hard not to smirk. "My good ser, if you ever sat on the Sun Throne, you would be aware of it. Of course I will be most honoured to inform you about this fact as soon as it happens."
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Post by Fel on Jan 20, 2008 11:18:53 GMT -5
Felryn laughed, "we aren't in the habit of making something as unnecessarily ornate as I'm sure this throne is in the Iron Islands, so your assitance in identifying it would be most appreciated."
"There is something else I'm searching after, and again your assistance would mean much to me, it is that dainty little woman who sits her ass on the throne."
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Post by ashalind on Jan 20, 2008 14:51:05 GMT -5
Zoella looked pure innocence.
"My Princess is missing? Oh that's some news. If, however, she decided not to be found by you, my lord, I gather the chances are small that you can find her by questioning her ladies-in-waiting or, in fact, anybody from the palace. A real eagle of the seas would make a point of finding her himself. Now, with your leave my lord."
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Post by brigida on Jan 20, 2008 16:09:30 GMT -5
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Tristeza returns to Sunspear from her journey to the Far Reach to partake in negotiations with Lord Regent Tarly.
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Post by Fel on Jan 21, 2008 5:40:38 GMT -5
OOC: I did not read Zoella's escape fully. There are more guards at doors and things, and she would not be able to escape into "the street" as Sunspear has walls and guards aplenty. She would have been caught and brought back into her room.
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Post by Fel on Jan 21, 2008 21:22:36 GMT -5
OOC: Nobody mentioned more guards so Zoella was fully able to escape, knowing Sunspear better than any Ironborn. If you want her back, you must catch her in some other place. No, I'm sorry Zoella, but there are 10,000+ Ironborn currently in Sunspear. Sunspear being a hostlie city, there are guards at every single gate and door and anywhere of importance. You are free to bring this to the Smith, but I guarantee you he will not allow you to leave an occupied keep so easily. EDIT: If it makes you feel any better, I promise I have nothing bad in store for your character.
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Post by ashalind on Jan 22, 2008 6:13:48 GMT -5
OOC: Ok, I am your hostage. It would be better if you made it clear from the very beginning in your pm, I was caught unawares. Today I read my library thread, though, and corrected my "escape" post here. It does make me feel better. I am a new RPG player, let me find my bearings before you kill me. ;D
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Post by Fel on Jan 22, 2008 12:59:20 GMT -5
OOC: Yea, sorry for not making that clear enough.
Felryn waves Zoella away and the guards escort her back to her room.
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The Sun Throne lies on it's side in the middle of the great hall. Felryn sends word for Lord Coldiron to come meet him.
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Post by Erik on Jan 22, 2008 13:02:39 GMT -5
Erik arrives at the Great Hall soon after receiving the message.
"You called, Felryn?"
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Post by Fel on Jan 22, 2008 13:05:36 GMT -5
Felryn nodded, "yes Coldiron. Has your looting been very profitable?"
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Post by Erik on Jan 22, 2008 13:11:36 GMT -5
"Oh, not too bad at all." He holds up his right hand to show off a thick gold ring set with a sun-shaped ruby. "That's my favorite. Some fool knight thought he was a hero and lost himself a ring and a life because of it. Plenty of those fancy rugs that these Dornish love, not to mention more spears than I can count as well. Hardly have space to move about on the way back, the ships'll be so full."
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