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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Aug 21, 2008 5:17:57 GMT -5
Benjen nodded and piped up.
"Every one of us. We are willing to die for Dorne." He seemingly bristled with pride.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 21, 2008 6:14:36 GMT -5
The archer nodded, "So said the last batch of spies for the North men. How can you prove you have no link to their organizations?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Aug 21, 2008 6:52:50 GMT -5
"Pardon my High Valyrian," Benjen, the Black Lemon said, "But do I look like anything other than a fucking Dornishman?" He pointed to his face.
"My mother was a whore from the Summer Isles, my father was a Lord Dalt. I have lived in Dorne all my life, have fought for her independence, for the Martell cause, with my all. I am representative of all our band. Just talk with any of them if you wish to know their minds. We hate the northerners." He banged his fist on the table with this last statement, causing it to rattle as its legs bounced up and down off the stone floor.
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Post by theswede on Aug 21, 2008 9:06:09 GMT -5
"We can't prove that we do not belong to any spywork, other than my words as commander of the Sand Snakes. Quinlan Sand is the name. I fought by the side of the Late General Fowler, at both Lemonwood and at Hellholt."
He looked a bit distracted for a moment, the painful memories from the battle at Hellholt.
"And me and my Sand Snakes were there to sack Starfall, from those that has conquered something that rightfully belongs to Dorne. I looked as the head of the Iron scum was repayed for what he had done to Dorne"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 23, 2008 0:27:50 GMT -5
The Archer spit, "Most of the traitors have been Dornishmen, and a couple of Dornish women. And if you two bluggers can not do any better then this. Well looks like the buzzards are going to eat well tonight."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Aug 23, 2008 10:16:22 GMT -5
Benjen looked astounded.
"What sort of logic is that?" he fumed. He looked to Quinlan for help.
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Post by theswede on Aug 25, 2008 2:47:36 GMT -5
Quinlan shook his head and looked at the man in front of him.
"No wonder that Dorne looks like the way it does, when we fight amongst ourselves. Let us prove ourselves useful to you. We'll can arrange that we know nothing of you, and all the contact we have are written notes, that way if we were to be traitor's. For I am not stupid enough to think that this is a hideout of yours."
He looked at Benjen.
"You can't make your "brother" vouch for you?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Aug 25, 2008 18:11:53 GMT -5
"It would be more than a tad inconvenient to ask him for a swift written reference I'm afraid."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2008 14:52:06 GMT -5
The Archer nodded to himself, "Bring me the head of a known disloyal Dornish Lord or any Lord of the North and we will accept that as evidence."
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Post by theswede on Aug 30, 2008 15:24:47 GMT -5
Quinlan just shrugged his shoulders.
"Consider it done."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2008 15:35:43 GMT -5
The Archer pointed to the door behind them and watched them leave.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Aug 31, 2008 6:23:29 GMT -5
The two left the cave in silence. The path back to the rest of the sandsnakes was long and winding, and gave them both ample opportunity to think about their situation.
Eventually, Benjen turned to Quinlan with a wry smile.
"So. Any ideas? The heads we seek are plentiful, and we need only find one. Who is it to be? Obviously you know who my choice would be..." A distant look crossed his face.
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Post by theswede on Aug 31, 2008 11:11:39 GMT -5
"Tell me"
He said without looking at Benjen.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2008 23:09:27 GMT -5
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The man lead Tristan and his associate into a pass. He stopped at a small rock slide. "I will try and climb this, unless one of you wants to?"
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Post by Aerys on Sept 6, 2008 23:28:33 GMT -5
Tristan looked around warily and drew his sword.
He also unfurled a piece of cloth with the seven colours of the rainbow that he had purchased in Sunspear and wound it around his left wrist.
In preparation for climbing - it was a warm day - he unclasped his mantle. The guide noticed that the revealed surcoat was emblazoned with a dragon, red on black.
"We all climb it together."
He wound the rainbow cloth around the wrist of his guide.
"And tied together. If one of us falls then the other goes with him."
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Hope you all are well and happy.