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Post by Imry Willfyre on Mar 28, 2008 0:39:37 GMT -5
OOC: Not quite...the voyage back to Dorne isn't instantaneous. The Far Reach fleet is currently scowering all Dornish ports and looking to sink any Dornish ships. Smith would need to run whether your ship would be picked up by the Far Reach fleet.
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Post by Sam on Mar 28, 2008 0:42:49 GMT -5
ooc: I think this stuff on the walls is happening before the Arbor fleet has left the arbor, and it's a shorter distance from KL to sunspear than it is from the arbor to sunspear. She made her post leaving KL almost a day ago now, and you didn't mobilize the Far Reach fleet until today
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Mar 28, 2008 0:47:25 GMT -5
OOC: Regardless of both of our opinions, we should get Smith to weigh in on this.
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Post by brigida on Mar 28, 2008 15:44:14 GMT -5
OOC: Just assume everything in this thread happened this morning instead of last night, if it helps you. I apologize--I just don't tend to take the time issue quite so seriously.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Mar 28, 2008 15:46:36 GMT -5
OOC: That's not the problem. What I mean is that your ship may have been intercepted and never made it to Dorne.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 3, 2008 22:53:17 GMT -5
There is a light rap on the door, and the guards admit Maester Omeyn, a young, and handsome maester, originally a native of Oldtown, who recently received his chain. he strode purposefully into the room, holding a small envelope in his hand.
"Princess... there is a message for you."
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Post by brigida on Apr 3, 2008 23:08:34 GMT -5
Tristeza, who had been in the process of dicussing the state of the army with Quentin Fowler, looked up from a broad map of the southern kingdoms abruptly, as the Tower of the Sun's maester entered the room; she nodded towards her most famous general, and he pointedly rolled up his map, and exited the room.
She stood to welcome Maester Omeyn, though she lacked her usual grace, in her current state of pregnancy.
"Thank you, Omeyn." she addressed him courteously, and eased herself back into her chair; Timm Vikary (always near at-hand) lent her an arm to hold onto as she did so.
"Would you read it to me please?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 3, 2008 23:11:21 GMT -5
"Yes your highness." Omeyn cleared his throat, as he opened the envelope, and began to read.
"To Lady Tristeza Blackwood:
I regret to inform you that your Lord Husband. Lord Horas has....passed away." Omeyn stopped reading, a look of surprise and concern on his face.
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Post by brigida on Apr 3, 2008 23:17:56 GMT -5
Tristeza had been angrily pondering her irate response to whatever idiot had gotten her surname incorrect in an official message, when the sorrowful news broke over her.
Her brow furrowed slightly, but she gave no further outward indication of her understanding of what he had read. She tapped her fingers lightly on the arm of the lounging chair in which she was seated after several moments had passed.
When the silence stretched to an interolerable length, she finally said in a voice scarcely recognizable, for it was low, and quiet, and had a slightly broken quality about it, "Does it say anything else?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 3, 2008 23:21:18 GMT -5
Omeyn continues to read"A fire broke out in Lord Blackwood's solar during the siege. he was...burned terribly. Maester's suggest that he may have taken as long as twenty minutes to die, in a screaming..." Omeyn's eyes glanced up.
"I'd rather not go on your highness. I don't believe this letter is from those offering condolences."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 3, 2008 23:23:40 GMT -5
Timm steps forward and lays a strong hand on Tristeza's shoulder. He casts an angry look at the Maester.
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Post by brigida on Apr 3, 2008 23:26:55 GMT -5
Tristeza nodded towards Omeyn, though her eyes were somewhere else entirely, unfocussed, and resting on nothing in particular. "Is that all?" she asked quietly, doing her best to maintain a courtly demeanor. He was but a messenger, and did not deserve to find himself victim to the anger which roiled inside her as she contemplated the news of her husband's demise.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 3, 2008 23:28:04 GMT -5
"There is more your highness. but it goes into the most gruesome detail, and I do not wish to trouble you further. There is no signature."
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Post by brigida on Apr 3, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -5
"Does it bear a seal?" she asked, looking fully at the young maester at last; a sudden inexplicable hope creeping into her voice. Perhaps it is a cruel lie, she told herself, though she could not fully justify that pitiful grasping notion.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 3, 2008 23:33:17 GMT -5
"A common enough red wax your highness, pressed with something heavy and flat. A few marks are visible with wax squished out from the edges, suggestion a round, rather than square chop," he says, as he examines it, "but nothing intentional. It could have been done with the hilt of a dagger or sword I suppose."
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Hope you all are well and happy.