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Post by Sam on May 18, 2008 21:24:54 GMT -5
Daemon does not move as the man goes down under the press of guards. They were kicking and stabbing with shortswords, until it was obvious the man was dead. Prince Aellion seemed delighted by the sight, and Daemon stepped outside of the room to see if any of the man had left any weapons with the guards at the door worth keeping or giving to his father.
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Post by Victarion on May 19, 2008 19:49:26 GMT -5
Constance shook his head sadly as he heard the commotion. He sat outside for a while, flipping a dagger in his hand. When a soft touch came on his shoulder. He turned around to regard his contact from King's Landing.
Septon Tom looked at the inn. "Jorah moved to fast, I told him to wait till I arrived."
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Post by The Stranger on May 19, 2008 20:44:27 GMT -5
Daemon does not move as the man goes down under the press of guards. They were kicking and stabbing with shortswords, until it was obvious the man was dead. Prince Aellion seemed delighted by the sight, and Daemon stepped outside of the room to see if any of the man had left any weapons with the guards at the door worth keeping or giving to his father. The guard holding the weapons turned over a hatchet, and a number of knives, dirks and other implements of war. |
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Post by The Smith on Jun 15, 2008 1:01:17 GMT -5
Aellion admits all seeking an audience, and Dhollanar is shown in.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 25, 2008 10:28:48 GMT -5
Ser Steffen, Ser Godry and Ser Walter arrive at the inn. Walter looks at the exquisite furnishings with deep interest.
Addressing a doorman, Steffen asks whether representatives of House Targaryen reside here, and whether the three of them might be permitted an audience.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 25, 2008 10:51:15 GMT -5
They are let inside a rowdy tavern, where people are laughing, drinking, and hanging around a large oak table in the corner, where a silver haired man is telling a joke, and everyone is laughing. On the table sits two skulls, now clean of flesh.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 27, 2008 9:47:01 GMT -5
The three men enter the tavern with eyes alert, letting their senses drink in all they can. Walter spies the silver-haired man with the social following, and nudges Steffen. The former husband of Daena Targaryen's eyes narrow as he fixes them on this man, considering him. "He looks familiar," he murmurs, without shifting his gaze. The three walk up to the party, and stand at the edge of proceedings until such a gap emerges that they might introduce themselves in.
The man goes silent, along with everyone around him as they eye these newcomers. Steffen speaks then. "We are looking for the Royal House of Targaryen, rightful rulers of Westeros," he begins in a clear voice, looking around at every face before allowing his gaze to fall on the silver-haired man.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 27, 2008 12:08:55 GMT -5
Aellion Targaryen looked up at the bald Worm with a sneer.
"And now you've found them. Take a fucking knee before I have these boys cut your hamstrings."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 27, 2008 12:12:36 GMT -5
The men did as they were ordered without a second of hesitation. Steffen's knees cracked as he knelt.
"My most humble apologies," he said, with head bowed. "I pray you will forgive my monstrous ignorance, but which member of the family do I address?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 27, 2008 12:31:52 GMT -5
"'e's Prince Aellion Targaryen, 'e is." replies a helpful sellsword with a metal stud in his nose. Prince Aellion gives the speaker a contempteous gaze, before looking back to Steffen.
"That is so. And who do I have the misfortune of addressing?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 27, 2008 12:41:19 GMT -5
Steffen continues to maintain a subservient posture, despite inwardly cursing this man for speaking to him in such a manner.
"Ser Steffen of House Lannister, your grace. To my left is Ser Godry Farring, and this here is Ser Walter Sarsfield. We come to Braavos from Dragonstone, bringing word from your kinsman Lord Rhaegar Velaryon."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 28, 2008 11:24:15 GMT -5
"Kinsman? What is my relationship with this man whom I have never even heard of." Aellion looked at the skulls on the table, and than at Steffen, as if measuring the circumference of his head from temple to temple.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 28, 2008 11:32:09 GMT -5
"Ah, forgive me your grace, the relationship is of a broad context. His mother was a Targaryen although I cannot name her. The Velaryon family have married three times with the Targaryens over the past few decades, dating back to Aerys the second."
He swallowed. "Whilst we are talking of Targaryen blood, I might mention that I was married to the late Princess Daena. My surviving daughter Alessa might therefore also be said to have this most noble of blood."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 28, 2008 11:41:01 GMT -5
"Fascinating," said Prince Aellion, in a tone which indicated that it is anything but. "So you have come to join me at my court eh? Pull up a chair."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 28, 2008 11:45:27 GMT -5
Steffen responds with a bow. "We would be honoured, your grace." He nods to Walter who fetches chairs for the three. Unfortunately he can only find two so he himself has to hunker down on the floor.
Comfortably seated, Steffen resumes his talk with the exiled Targaryen prince.
"How much do you know of current Westerosi affairs your grace, if you do not mind my asking?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.