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Post by The Flint on Sept 25, 2008 12:14:27 GMT -5
The road from King's Landing to the Westerlands.
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Post by The Flint on Sept 25, 2008 12:15:15 GMT -5
As Steffan Lannister and his companion travel west, they spy behind them a handful of freeriders coming fast behind them as if to catch up.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Sept 25, 2008 12:21:26 GMT -5
"Oh for the love of the seven faces of the gods. Won't that damnable fucking city leave me alone?" the bald man despaired.
"Rein up Walter. We ain't outrunning this lot."
As the men draw close enough, Steffen calls out in irritation. "Yes! I am Ser Steffen Lannister! I take it you wish to speak with me! What is it that you want?" He somehow manages to convey a great deal of irony, even though he is shouting.
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Post by The Flint on Sept 25, 2008 12:24:32 GMT -5
The company of riders slows up, and trot to speaking distance. Four of the cloaked riders are hooded and cloaked, with brigantine armor visible beneath. The fifth is more slender, and apparently unarmed. The hood lowers to reveal an attractive young woman with long black hair. She smiles disarmingly.
"Ah Ser Steffen, a pleasure to run into you like this," she says, batting her eyelashes.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Sept 25, 2008 12:26:00 GMT -5
"Yes, yes, a pleasure to meet you too. What is it you want?"
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Post by The Flint on Sept 25, 2008 12:29:02 GMT -5
"Basking in the glow of one of Westeros' most famous of men isn't reason enough?" She smiles, "You underestimate your charms Ser Steffen. "My name is Tania."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Sept 25, 2008 12:33:12 GMT -5
"Believe me, 'Tania', I know full well of all my charms. It is convincing others which more often proves difficult. Although of course, there are ways around everything." He sighs and turns to Walter. "Settle yourself down ser, I believe we shall be here for a while. We've got ourselves a 'flatterer'"
He turned back to Tania with a saccharine smile.
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Post by The Flint on Sept 25, 2008 12:39:05 GMT -5
Tania laughed, "When all else has been lost, flattery is but the humblest of consolation prizes, but it is one without cost, so why not indulge? I have friends, Ser Lannister, powerful friends, and your a person who seems to be lacking that commodity." She stops smiliing, and turns serious.
"In King's Landing, you had words with the Lord Hand. I was led to believe it was not a... positive discussion. True?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Sept 25, 2008 12:42:54 GMT -5
"Oh no, it was perfectly positive. Just a nice little chat between me and my dear old friend Cedric. We shot the shit together. Sat around and chewed the cud. Nothing negative whatsoever. I didn't gain anything tangible from my little discussion with the hand, but hey-ho, that's just the way things are. I brought information from across the sea, but someone had beat me in the telling. Not a problem. Back I skip now to my shell of a home."
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Post by The Flint on Sept 25, 2008 12:49:38 GMT -5
Tania smiled again. "And so the poor Worm returns to his hole empty-handed? How disappointing. Still, it seems your noble heart has fended off whatever slings and slanders were tossed your way, and you hold no ill will towards your dear cousin? That is sad. You know there are others who... appreciate stories well told, even if they have heard the plot before."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Sept 25, 2008 12:52:40 GMT -5
"There are? You know someone who will buy the story equivalent of a barrel of rotten turnips? I would hear more of these 'others' Tania. Please, do continue."
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Post by The Flint on Sept 25, 2008 12:56:54 GMT -5
"If you have enough turnip barrels good knight, I will sort through them, and pay for any good turnips that can be salvaged." She said. "Where as Lord Cedric would not reward you, regardless of quality, a fact he no doubt had decided long before your arrival. I have no such historical enmity."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Sept 25, 2008 13:00:09 GMT -5
"Then I thank you my lady, and applaud your honour and neutrality." He offered a low bow and a broad smile. "I shall let you sift through my shoddy wares, and hope deeply that you might find a diamond in the rough - or rather, a majestic and interesting turnip fit for only a King's consumption."
He frowned. "Let us end these analogies."
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Post by The Flint on Sept 25, 2008 13:05:56 GMT -5
"Alright. Prince Aellion is dead now Velaryon is slain as well. so let us leave that particular barrel aside for now. Go back further, do you have any interesting stories which occurred before your travel to Braavos? A man with your history must have been much courted when you reemerged on the political scene." Tania says, a-matter-of-factly.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Sept 25, 2008 13:10:00 GMT -5
Steffen looks a little taken aback. "What an intriguing little thing you are," he says to Tania. "At what period in my history are you thinking of? Prior to the bloody destruction of Lannisport? Or the in-between period, when I travelled the width of the country?"
He eyed her suspiciously. "There must be something specific you are thinking of..."
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5