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Post by The Smith on May 14, 2008 1:15:37 GMT -5
"Oh do not worry. I am sure Lord Smith will pay three hundred gold dragons for you." The Sea Lord smiled, "And if not I will give him a discount."
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Post by Fel on May 14, 2008 1:16:51 GMT -5
"Then I will lead my ships against you."
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Post by The Smith on May 14, 2008 1:20:53 GMT -5
"And then I will trade back Aranya Royce to the King, and tell him to control his Liegemen." The Sea Lord replied, "And you will have a two front war."
He lifted up a glass of wine. "I am not saying no, Lord Harlaw. But I need more then hot air to accept your deal."
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Post by Fel on May 14, 2008 1:24:43 GMT -5
"What would the king gain by stopping me? You do not have the courage to fight all of Westeros, he has no fear of you declaring war if he does not try to fight me. And the only other great fleet at his disposal, the Arbor, may just be willing to join me, considering the little Dornish trophy you keep."
Felryn stared at him, "that is my offer, it is what is is. If there is an addition you can think of propose it."
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Post by The Smith on May 14, 2008 1:30:40 GMT -5
The Sea Lord leaned forward, "I will accept you deal if you write orders and send them to your son, and in them you declare the Braavos out of bounds for twenty years from all Ironborn. And in that letter you will also deed me the Valyrian Swords on your vessels." The Sea Lord glanced at Tomas, "And return his to him. We will send copies to the King, and his Council so they will all know."
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Post by Fel on May 14, 2008 1:34:52 GMT -5
Felryn snorts, "ten years, and only one of the swords. Dark Sister, the weapons are no longer on the ship and you will not find them otherwise. And of course this is only in the case that I lose."
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Post by brigida on May 14, 2008 1:40:26 GMT -5
As the door creaked open quietly, and closed with a gentle thud, Tristeza Martell approached the pair in discussion with nary a glance towards the Iron-Born man. With no words or gesture of greeting or announcement, she half-crouched beside the Sea Lord's chair, one hand wrapped loosely around it's curved arm. In the other, she held out a piece of crisply folded parchment which bore an unremarkable seal.
Tristeza leaned forward, and whispered no more than three seconds worth of information to Lord Delinal--only as she spoke did she shoot a knowing glance toward the chamber's other inhabitant through several errant dark locks of unruly hair. She smiled smally, as she straightened, and stood inconspicuously to the right, and slightly behind the Sea Lord's chair.
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Post by The Smith on May 14, 2008 1:45:13 GMT -5
The Sea Lord shook his head, "Dark Sister does not belong to you. It is Tomas'." The Sea Lord nodded, "But I will accept your deal, however it does not include Aranya Royce. I have already began discussions for her freedom, and I will not barter in bad faith."
As he spoke he lazily opened the parchment and studied it for a moment. Then he folded it and put it in a pocket.
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Post by Fel on May 14, 2008 5:12:37 GMT -5
Felryn looks at Tristeza, a half-grin appearing for a moment, before turning back to the Sealord and shaking his head.
"Then tell the other party they can continue to barter for her freedom if I am defeated. She is part of this arrangement, if I win I will have her."
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Post by The Smith on May 14, 2008 5:56:27 GMT -5
"Then there is no deal. I am afraid." The Sea Lord replied.
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Post by Fel on May 14, 2008 6:21:13 GMT -5
Felryn growled furiously, "the other sword, my sword, Nightfall against Aranya."
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Post by The Smith on May 14, 2008 20:36:08 GMT -5
"Twenty years, and Nighfall." The Sea Lord replied.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2008 21:37:29 GMT -5
OOC: I confirmed with the Smith that this creature existed before RPing it.
One of the palace cats, a sleek black longhair, padded delicately into the room and regarded Felryn with great tawny eyes, before leaping up into his lap and purring. It eyed the Sealord unblinkingly.
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Post by The Smith on May 14, 2008 21:43:12 GMT -5
The Sea Lord eyed the cat and then glanced at one of his Braavos and pointed at the beast. The Bravo dropped a dagger into his hand and throws it through the cat's skull.
A servant walked over and carried the cat's corpse from the room. The Sea Lord looked at the attendant by the door. "If that happens again I will quadruple your flogging."
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Post by Fel on May 15, 2008 2:27:02 GMT -5
"Agreed." Felryn said through gritted teeth.
"Now show me your champion."
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5