scenario #1

[Kings Landing Here I Come]

Elias woke early, disengaging himself from the tavern girl whose arm was draped across his chest. "Please don't wake up," he repeated over and over to himself like a mantra. Once he was successful in not rousing the girl, he quickly dressed and took his leave.

Dorne was just waking up herself as Elias made his way through the city, bleary eyed hawkers half heartedly called to and fro and some stalls had yet to be opened at all. The young man made one last stop by Amias' stall which, to his chagrin, was still closed and turned to head towards the docks. Horus stood waiting by the ship they had arrived on a short time ago. Elias' friend was watching the sailors as they went smartly about the business of preparing the ship to leave port.

"Well met, Horus," Elias called as he approached his confidant, "You look like you were trampled by horses." He stopped short of being able to shake his hand. "You smell like the horses stopped long enough to add insult to injury."

As if suddenly aware of how he smelled, Horus' face screwed up in disgust; he turned to the side and retched. Wiping a hand across his face, he turned back to Elias, "Damned Dornish reds. One of the things about this place that I didn't miss while we were in Oldetowne. Never mind any of that, though. We have a more pressing concern."

Elias didn't like what he was hearing, "What now? This has turned into one of the worst trips home that I've ever had."

"The Captain has, apparently, raised his prices. Seems to me, he wants more coin to carry you to King's Landing than he did when he carried us both from Oldtowne." Horus spat, "I've never been one to begrudge a man for making coin, but it's pretty ridiculous.

Elias looked down at the bags at Horus' feet. "Those are my affects, I take it," Horus nodded. "I'll send word once I've reached King's Landing. Please do the same once you've spoken to Amias." The young man offered his hand, which his friend gladly took. "I'll take care of the Captain; my wiles work just as well on men as they do on women," Elias winked. Horus watched as his friend walked onto the ship and then headed back to the marketplace to search for Amias.

When he reached the deck of the ship, Elias had no problem spotting the Captain. He was a burly man who used the extra space in his ample mid section to hold the large amounts of air he used to scream loud enough for the Seven themselves to hear. Putting on one of his trademark smiles, the young man offered his hand, "Captain Waters, it's a pleasure to be doing business with you again."

The Captain spit on the deck and took Elias' hand, "Same to ya, ser. As I'm sure your man has already told you, the fare has...grown."

Just as Elias was about to begin the bargaining in earnest, a sailor ran up the gang plank and stopped at the Captain gasping for breath. "Captain...there are eight of us...still in the city...cells."

The Captain pushed the deckhand away, "Seven be damned," he roared, "How in the world are we supposed to set sail eight men down."

"I'll tell you what, good sir, I'll go get your eight and you get me to King's Landing; what do you say?" Elias smiled; he had him.

"I'd say you have yourself a deal," the Captain said as he offered Elias his hand. He would have charged the young man less, in all actuality. Things were looking up.

Elias took the hand offered him, "Then consider it done. I'll return with your men soon." Walking off, Elias allowed himself a moment to bask in the good fortune that had come his way. He was well acquainted with the chief jailer. The man owed Elias a favor or three, as a matter of fact. He was about to sail for King's Landing with his purse none the lighter. Things were looking up.

[dornishprince]

Elias woke early, disengaging himself from the tavern girl whose arm was draped across his chest. "Please don't wake up," he repeated over and over to himself like a mantra. The seconds grew into what felt like hours but he was finally able to move out of bed without waking the sleeping girl. He looked her over while he dressed, thinking casually to himself that he should definitely visit her upon his return home, and with that thought, he took his leave.

Dorne was just waking up herself as Elias made his way through the city, bleary eyed hawkers half heartedly called to and fro and some stalls had yet to be opened at all. The young man made one last stop by Amias' stall which, to his chagrin, was still closed and turned to head towards the docks. Horus stood waiting by the ship they had arrived on a short time ago. Elias' friend was watching the sailors as they went smartly about the business of preparing the ship to leave port.

"Well met, Horus," Elias called as he approached his confidant, "You look like you were trampled by horses." He stopped short of being able to shake his hand. "You smell like the horses stopped long enough to add insult to injury."

As if suddenly aware of how he smelled, Horus' face screwed up in disgust; he turned to the side and retched. Wiping a hand across his face, he turned back to Elias, "Damned Dornish reds. One of the things about this place that I didn't miss while we were in Oldetowne. Never mind any of that, though. We have a more pressing concern."

Elias didn't like what he was hearing, "What now? This has turned into one of the worst trips home that I've ever had."

"The Captain has, apparently, raised his prices. Seems to me, he wants more coin to carry you to King's Landing than he did when he carried us both from Oldtowne." Horus spat, "I've never been one to begrudge a man for making coin, but it's pretty ridiculous.

Elias looked down at the bags at Horus' feet. "Those are my affects, I take it," Horus nodded. "I'll send word once I've reached King's Landing. Please do the same once you've spoken to Amias." The young man offered his hand, which his friend gladly took. "I'll take care of the Captain; my wiles work just as well on men as they do on women," Elias winked. Horus watched as his friend walked onto the ship and then headed back to the marketplace to search for Amias.

When he reached the deck of the ship, Elias had no problem spotting the Captain. He was a burly man who used the extra space in his ample mid section to hold the large amounts of air he used to scream loud enough for the Seven themselves to hear. Putting on one of his trademark smiles, the young man offered his hand, "Captain Waters, it's a pleasure to be doing business with you again."

The Captain spit on the deck and took Elias' hand, "Same to ya, ser. As I'm sure your man has already told ya, the fare has...grown."

Just as Elias was about to begin the bargaining in earnest, a sailor ran up the gang plank and stopped at the Captain gasping for breath. "Captain...there are eight of us...still in the city...cells."

The Captain pushed the deckhand away, "Seven be damned," he roared, "How in the world are we supposed to set sail eight men down."

"I'll tell you what, good sir, I'll go get your eight and you get me to King's Landing; what do you say?" Elias smiled; he had him.

"I'd say you have yourself a deal," the Captain said as he offered Elias his hand. He would have charged the young man less, in all actuality. Things were looking up.

Elias took the hand offered him, "Then consider it done. I'll return with your men soon." Walking off, Elias allowed himself a moment to bask in the good fortune that had come his way. He was well acquainted with the chief jailer. The man owed Elias a favor or three, as a matter of fact. He was about to sail for King's Landing with his purse none the lighter. Things were looking up.

[dornishprince]

scenario #2

Striding up to the Gate of the Gods, Elias was absolutely amazed. He had only been to King's Landing once as a child and his memory did the home of the Iron Throne no justice whatsoever. It was doubly surprising because if you'd believe all the tales that have been told, this place should be a desolate wasteland. Elias smiled; he was sometimes prone to a small degree of hyperbole. It wasn't so much that the place was awe-inspiring, it was more due to the fact that Elias knew the sort of games that were played here and, for the life of him, couldn't surmise a good reason why it still stood.

Shaking his head ruefully, the dornishman entered the city hoping to soon find his sister Emelia. If his luck held, he just might live to draw breath after the fact.

[dornishprince]

Walking up to the outer gate of the Red Keep, Elias began to feel his nerves fray a bit. Emelia could be quite a handful when her anger was aroused and with what had happened to Shajura, this would be doubly so. Elias prayed fervently that her daughter's betrothal would lighten her mood; he was not entirely convinced.

The guards gathered themselves so as to appear more serious and alert at the dornishman's approach. "Well met, good sirs. I'm here to see Princess Emelia Martell of Dorne. You may tell her that Elias Sand is calling, if it please you."