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Post by The Stranger on Apr 17, 2008 20:23:24 GMT -5
"I have no idea what you are talking about, Valyrian steel laying around, asinine." The Pentoshi looked at the blunted blade, and than tossed it aside.
"Insulting! I can do nothing without seeing the blade. If you are not serious about craftsmenship, then get out of my shop, you are wasting my time."
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Post by Ollie on Jul 25, 2008 0:09:35 GMT -5
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Departing from the trading galley, the small boy with straw-colored hair scampered down the exotic piers of Pentos and into the heart of the city. The knapsack he carried bounced against his back as he ran, twisting a path through alleyways until he came to a fine-looking smith.
Resting his hands on his knees, the skinny boy panted as he caught his breath. "Well then," he said, in a very feminine voice. "Hello!"
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 25, 2008 0:51:58 GMT -5
"Hello," came a cry from behind a counter, where a man was standing, carefully sharpening a blade.
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Post by Ollie on Jul 25, 2008 0:59:12 GMT -5
The boy smiled, the sort of slim, seductive smile of a woman grown, and unshouldered his pack. "You do forging, right?" he asked in the same willowy voice, and looked around the blacksmith's shop sheepishly.
"Yes. Right," he confirmed, still holding the handle of the knapsack. "You're a forger of exotic metals, no?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 25, 2008 1:07:00 GMT -5
"No ser, I'm a blacksmith." The man replied.
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Post by Ollie on Jul 25, 2008 1:09:38 GMT -5
The boy reached within the sack and tossed a shining rock just larger than his hand to the smith. "You ever seen a metal like this?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 25, 2008 1:10:16 GMT -5
"Can't rightly say that I have. Where'd you get it?"
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Post by Ollie on Jul 25, 2008 1:16:00 GMT -5
"Can't rightly say that I know," he said with a full eye-lashed wink. "My brother found it sitting under the sun."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 25, 2008 1:17:06 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, I don't do business with liars and deceivers. good day to you, sir."
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Post by Ollie on Jul 25, 2008 1:26:09 GMT -5
"I only lie to the men I'm going to kill, and since I've need of your skills, it must not be my aim to kill you, so I haven't lied," he explained, crossing his arms over the slight curve of his chest in defiance.
"You can ask me questions, and I'll tell you what I know."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 25, 2008 1:39:42 GMT -5
"Let's begin with your being a woman. Than explain how you came into possession of this metal, tell me all you know about it."
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Post by Ollie on Jul 25, 2008 1:44:56 GMT -5
Myrrah Reed leered at the man, and held her breasts in her palms, cupping what little there was to cup. "Little boys are wont to scamper across the Narrow Sea from ship to ship moreso than little women, and draw less attention," he said, underneath her straw-colored wig, dropping her arms
"I came into possession of this metal when my brother Ollie put in my hands and said, 'Hey, take these rocks to the Free Cities and make our House a trident'," she affirmed, and pulled out two more similar hunks of ore. "Said he found 'em when he broke open the throne he, uh, liberated from the ironmen."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 25, 2008 1:47:17 GMT -5
The man nodded sagely, "And from where did they get it?"
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Post by Ollie on Jul 25, 2008 1:49:10 GMT -5
"Um,"
The crannogwoman's eyes made a wide arc towards the ceiling, then down two a small pebble on the floor. She kicked it.
"The Sun Throne of Dorne."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 25, 2008 1:57:50 GMT -5
The man nodded, "Interesting. It has spent much time in that throne. It is a part of it now. You should respect that as we forge this weapon, and give it recognition accordingly."
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Hope you all are well and happy.