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Post by Erik on Oct 16, 2008 19:12:28 GMT -5
The city's bustling harbor sits outside the walls at the mouth of the Blackwater River where it spills out into the Bay.
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Post by Erik on Oct 16, 2008 19:14:15 GMT -5
A Braavosi ship bearing a number of men in Eastern finery pulls into port. One wanders into town, while the others supervise the porters pulling a large amount of cargo out of the hold.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 17, 2008 13:38:13 GMT -5
Lord Dondarrion and Grace Hersey spend one night and early morning watching the ships depart and enter harbor, chatting all the while. Grace is an attractive blonde who seems to captivate the elder man.
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Post by Ollie on Oct 19, 2008 12:52:15 GMT -5
A dornish trade ship departs from King's Landing to return to Sunspear. A slim, tall figure boards the ship to make the journey.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 23, 2008 22:20:22 GMT -5
A ship sails south to Oldtown giving the Stepstones and Dorne a wide berth.
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Post by Ollie on Oct 26, 2008 14:41:12 GMT -5
Captain Aren A. Arenson barks orders to his men as his trade cog, the Mermaid's Legs, makes berth at the King's Landing harbor. Men go to work unloading crates from Sunspear and the Stormlands to make room for the cargo taken north. Scratching his massive white sideburns, Captain Arensen studies a ledger delivered to him as he waits.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Oct 27, 2008 9:02:02 GMT -5
Lord Howland Royce and his knights steps of a ship and make way to the Red Keep.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 27, 2008 9:04:04 GMT -5
As the entourage moves up the street towards the red keep, a young woman darts out.
"Moment of your time milord! Moment for a friend of your fathers?"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Oct 27, 2008 9:06:42 GMT -5
Howland paused, his thick brows nearly coming together as he frowned. "Very well, who might that friend be?" he had a deep voice for a man of his height.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 27, 2008 9:08:28 GMT -5
"A courier from your cousin Cyrus m'lord." The woman bows her head again, a faint smile on her lips.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Oct 27, 2008 9:10:53 GMT -5
Howland's face lost its scowl, "Is he here in the city? It has been a long time since I last saw him".
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Post by The Flint on Oct 27, 2008 9:14:56 GMT -5
"I'm afraid not milord, Lord Hightower urged his lords and knights not to attend the tourney, for he saw little to celebrate. Even Lord Hightower left the city upon the news of your father's death. But I would take you to a man who can speak on Lord Cyrus' behalf, if you have time."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Oct 27, 2008 9:18:10 GMT -5
"The King had me waiting for fifteen years, I do not mind keep him waiting a bit. Would it be possible for him to meet me in Bronzehall?" Howland asked.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 27, 2008 9:19:30 GMT -5
"Yes milord. He'll give you a moment to get settled." She gives a curtsy, smiles warmly at the Vale Lord, and than darts back into the crowd, disappearing as rapidly as she appeared.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Oct 27, 2008 9:20:52 GMT -5
The entourage made it's way to the Bronzehall to settle in.
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