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Post by The Smith on Apr 13, 2008 3:58:00 GMT -5
Aellion adds quickly, "We shall reward you with much Blackwood, but he shall also burn you alive if you try to pawn fake dragons off on us. I am aware of your tricksome nature and cruel tricks. I have studies the tricks of Lord Tricky Blackwood." He shakes his head so his hair ripples.
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Post by Horas on Apr 13, 2008 4:02:21 GMT -5
"My name is Blackwood," Horas says, "You will have to learn the names of the great houses of Westeros if you wish to rule them. And you shall travel with me. I regret to inform you that I will be soon selling this manse -- its operational costs are too high at this time to justify its existance. It is time for the dragon to show his face to the world once again."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 13, 2008 4:08:58 GMT -5
Aellion added quickly, "Dragons."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 13, 2008 4:15:40 GMT -5
Rhaenys pouted, "Oh Rhaegar, this all sounds terribly uncomfortable can't we just stay here. If the Blackwood was the loyal servant he says he is, he wouldn't turn us out inthe street like this, after all... a King must look and live royally, or else no one will respect him."" she coos in her brothers ear.
"I will not wander the streets like a pauper Lord Horas," Rhaegar says, "If you have an intended destination for us, let us hear your proposed mode of transport."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 13, 2008 4:22:11 GMT -5
Aellion glared at his siblings with utter disgust.
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Post by Horas on Apr 13, 2008 4:27:12 GMT -5
"There are many destinations, your grace, and none of them certain. East, west... we will go as we must." Horas shrugs, then continues. "Though perhaps you are correct. I am sure I can find the funding to keep you living in comfort here with your sister... but perhaps your brother would like to travel with me? A prince must represent his king, and a man of his obvious intellect would be undoubtably useful in this quest."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 13, 2008 4:30:55 GMT -5
"I am willing to fight for my kingdom." Aellion
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 13, 2008 4:32:32 GMT -5
Rhaegar looks at his brother, and than his sister, and than back to his brother.
"Very well. You can take Aellion with you in your travels, but I'll want frequent reports as to your progress. I won't have you two gallivanting around the world when you should be concentrating on restoring us to power. Once you have the dragons, come back directly, do not dawdle. Understood?"
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Post by Horas on Apr 13, 2008 4:51:41 GMT -5
"Of course, your grace," Horas says. "I shall be taking several of the guards with me. And I urge you to remember that my enemies think me dead, and I would prefer to keep it that way for the moment. Your servants are as loyal as money can buy, but do not mistake that for true loyalty... So I would prefer if you call me by a different name when speaking of me."
Horas rises from his chair. "When will you be ready to depart, my prince?"
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Post by The Smith on Apr 13, 2008 13:59:57 GMT -5
Aellion nodded and looked cleverly to his kin, "Call him Bloras Hackwood. That way the foolish servants will not know his true identity." He laughed at his own joke and stroked at his hair. "I am ready to leave imediately, Lord Hackwood." He winks and pouts at Horas again.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 13, 2008 15:30:05 GMT -5
The other two giggle, and decide this is an excellent idea. "Yes. Lord Hackwood, take good care of baby brother for us won't you?
Rhaenys stands up, and walks over to her brother, giving him an overly affectionate hug, and whispering something in his ear. She than kisses him goodbye, and strides back to sit with Rhaegar.
"Goodbye brother. We trust that you will serve us well." King Rhaegar says with a smile.
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Post by Horas on Apr 13, 2008 16:52:15 GMT -5
For the barest instant, Horas Blackwood wonders if there truly are Gods, and he is finally being punished for his sins. The feeling passes and Horas' face remains carefully blank.
"Until we meet again, Your Grace, Princess," Horas rises and bows, then dons his mask again and walks away with Aellion.
As they stride walk the grounds, Horas turns to him. "You mentioned you had some sort of plan earlier, Prince? Would you care to tell it?"
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Post by The Smith on Apr 14, 2008 0:09:49 GMT -5
"My plan Lord Hackwood is this. The Braaovosi hate for the Baratheon line is legendary. I propose that we use this hate to leverage a fleet of ships out of the Sea Lord." He waves his hand at Horas and shakes his long silver hair before adding, "I know the Sea Lord will not commit his ships, but I suggest we camoflage the Sea Lords vessals to look like the vesslas the Dothraki use to navigate their Sea. That way the Baratheons will think they are just dealing with a Dothraki raid until I leap out with my dragons!" Aelliion smiles ferciously at Horas.
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Post by Horas on Apr 14, 2008 0:36:14 GMT -5
Horas' face remains completely blank, though with his mask it is not truly necessary. "You wish to paint the Sealord's vessels so that they look like horses?" He asks carefully. "I understand your brother had a plan as well?"
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Post by The Smith on Apr 14, 2008 0:39:39 GMT -5
"Horses. No stupid, the boats the use to cross their sea. Not the horses." He rolls his eyes, "Oh and R and R's plan involves hiring mercenaries, and waiting until a moment of weakness, then recruiting a disgruntly Lord Paramount or two and then hoping to win a desperate war." He waves his hand infront of his nose like there was a bad smell.
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Hope you all are well and happy.