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Post by Fel on Aug 22, 2008 0:23:38 GMT -5
Sol seemed to have lost some of his confidence in face of the fire.
"As I explained, I represent some Vale lords who seek to learn more about this new Targaryen cause," he said slowly, his eyes intent of the flickering flames and the glowing red poker, "they would be easy to bend to your cause given assurances of your eventual return to the Kingdoms. With their help it would be only a matter of time before Lord Roland could be captured and killed, some of them are amongst his trusted advisors."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 22, 2008 0:26:27 GMT -5
Holding up his empty hand he waved toward his ear, "I want their names. All of them." He moved the poker up close to his face and held it inches from his head, "Only Dragons can eat flame." He whispered and only Sol heard him.
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Post by Fel on Aug 22, 2008 0:41:42 GMT -5
Sweat was now freely pouring down Sol's head.
"Lord Emmon Coldwater, Lord Robar Hunter, Lord Alyn Corbray and Lord Borrell, who's name escapes me currently."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 22, 2008 2:15:26 GMT -5
"I need letters from them committing to my cause. Do you have them?" Aellion asked, his eyes fixed on the point of the poker.
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Post by Fel on Aug 22, 2008 2:48:27 GMT -5
Sol shook his head, his focus taken up by the same thing as Aellion's.
"No, I failed to realise such was necessary. But their commitment is assured once I return to them and bring them the truth of your return."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 23, 2008 0:22:23 GMT -5
"Would you like to taste the fire Sol?" Aellion asked calmly.
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Post by Fel on Aug 23, 2008 0:28:30 GMT -5
"If it is my prince's wish for me to taste the fire, I will do so willingly, I am his faithful servant in all things," Sol said, swallowing hard as the pitch of his voice rised noticeably. "But I fear the lords of the Vale I represent, particularly my grandsire's brother, Lord Robar, would be distracted from your cause were you to end my insignificant life."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 23, 2008 0:32:34 GMT -5
"So many men have come to lick my ass hole Sol." Aellion replied, "Thousands since I have come to Braavos, and I have listened to them all. But for some reason you make me think of snakes." His long tongue wriggled through the air like a snake, and he ran it up the pokers burning tip. His saliva steamed on the end of the hot poker. Turning he looked to Sol, "Your turn." He said in a voice clear as a bell.
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Post by Fel on Aug 23, 2008 0:56:07 GMT -5
Sol summed up all his courage, staring intently at the poker. "A snake only to your enemies," he said. Then he shifted his gaze to Aellion and stuck out his tongue, and moved his head forward. He heard the sizzle of the tip of his tongue touching the poker long before he felt the burning on his tongue. Gutteral screams came from his throat as his tongue was seared, yet he continued to watch Aellion through his blurry vision.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 23, 2008 1:14:54 GMT -5
Aellion smiled and threw the poker into the fire, "I need those letters." He laughed as he walked away.
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Post by Fel on Aug 23, 2008 1:21:32 GMT -5
Sol fell to all fours, a pained, panting noise coming from him. After some time, he managed to nod in response to Aellion, then rise and collect his things, before leaving the inn to find a man trained in some healing arts.
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Post by Aerys on Aug 24, 2008 5:08:11 GMT -5
Ser Godry grimaced but otherwise gave no outward sign of the feelings of disgust that welled up in him.
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Post by The Flint on Sept 3, 2008 9:09:00 GMT -5
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Barris Redwyne leaves the Splendid Times, preparing to return to Myr.
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Post by Aerys on Sept 5, 2008 20:39:26 GMT -5
After updating Rhaegar Velaryon on all that happened since he, Ser Godry Farring had arrived in Braavos, Ser Godry leads Lord Velaryon and his small band of retainers to the ruin of the Splendid Times.
Rhaegar stands there for a moment conemplating the ruins and then turns away. He gives two orders to his uncle and Ser Godry.
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