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Post by Horas on Apr 14, 2008 0:45:59 GMT -5
"The Dothraki Sea is a vast grassland, my Prince. The Dothraki fear salt water and do not use ships." Horas continues walking. "I am going to have to journey to King's Landing soon. I think the best thing for you to do for the time being would be to travel the Free Cities, showing your face. Remind the people of the world that Targaryens still exist. There are those who remember the rule of the Dragons fondly still."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 14, 2008 0:50:33 GMT -5
Aellion nodded and smiled darkly, "I know just where to go." He rubbed his hands together evilly.
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Post by Horas on Apr 14, 2008 0:53:35 GMT -5
Horas stops walking and looks at the Targaryen. "Where would that be, my prince?"
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Post by The Smith on Apr 14, 2008 0:53:58 GMT -5
"Braavos."
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Post by Horas on Apr 14, 2008 0:54:56 GMT -5
"Why Braavos?"
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Post by The Smith on Apr 14, 2008 0:59:09 GMT -5
"My Plan." He rolled his eyes at Horas and moved his hand to his sword hilt.
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Post by Horas on Apr 14, 2008 1:01:08 GMT -5
"Ah... yes," Horas says. "Are you skilled with that weapon?" Horas asks.
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Post by The Smith on Apr 14, 2008 1:02:26 GMT -5
Aellion raises an evebrow menacingly, "Of course. Would you like to feel my, Fire?" Pausing for a second he adds, "That is the name of my blade."
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Post by Horas on Apr 14, 2008 1:06:24 GMT -5
"I am no man of the blade, my prince, but I would be honored if you gave me a demonstration of your skills with Ser Orys." Horas motions towards the quiet guard captain.
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Post by The Smith on Apr 14, 2008 1:15:38 GMT -5
"Of course." He pulls his blade, "come one commoner, I will gut you."
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Post by Horas on Apr 14, 2008 1:18:23 GMT -5
The captain's eyes flicker hesitantly to Horas. "Uh, just a practice round then, eh, Prince Aellion? To first blood."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 14, 2008 5:59:48 GMT -5
"Of course." He smiles and winks at Horas though.
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Post by Aerys on Sept 18, 2008 2:15:09 GMT -5
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A heavily disguised Ameron Velaryon, moving secretly through the city with his small personal retinue of Ser Godry and Gyleno Dothare and Gyleno's three most trusted men (also disguised) arrives at the Manse of the Three Dragons.
Two dragons now, Ameron thought. I am of the blood of the dragon, but too distant. These two may be our last hope.
He mutters his purpose and his identity to the heavily armed guard, taking care to keep his voice low. His companions look around warily, their hands not far from their weapons.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 23, 2008 0:33:51 GMT -5
The lead guard orders, "You may only enter when you surrender your weapons. And you may only precede alone."
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Post by Aerys on Sept 23, 2008 1:01:05 GMT -5
Ameron nodded and surrendered his sword.
"Very well. Lead on."
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Hope you all are well and happy.