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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Feb 10, 2009 5:00:08 GMT -5
The Sealord's Palace is a massive, marble wonder, elegantly raised in the Valyrian fashion, with tall imposing columns, wide courtyards and gleaming plazas. The Sealord presides here over his court. In attendance are always the First Sword, the First and Second Naemyrs, the treasurer, the magisters, and the rest of his council. His courtiers are made up of the Braavosi nobility.
The Eastern wing of the palace, where the Sealord's personal quarters lie, is newer and some would say grander than the rest of the building, having been rebuilt recently. The original East wing was completely destroyed by a malicious act of sabotage in 519 AC.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Feb 10, 2009 5:16:21 GMT -5
The Westerosi diplomatic entourage arrived at the palace on a still, beautiful sunny morning. An envoy had been sent the previous evening warning the court of the imminent visit - Lord Dudley did not want to be turned away at the doors of the palace.
Three barges brought the diplomatic staff to the palace, all specially decked out in gold ribbons with the Royal Stag of Baratheon displayed on a pennon hung from the top of every bargepole.
In the foremost barge rode Lord Dudley Marbrand, dressed in the finest silver silk, the flaming tree on his breast picked out exquisitely in threads of gold, orange and yellow, appearing to glow brighter than his fiery-red hair in the dazzling sunshine. Eventually the barges reached the palace dock and there was a knocking of wood as the three were brought in against it. The staff emerged from their transport and assembled into a column of sorts - Lord Dudley at the head, with Ser Lyn to his right hand.
Together, walking slowly and with grandiose posture, they approached the palace.
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Post by The Smith on Feb 10, 2009 8:12:32 GMT -5
They are shown to a small dining room, where an old man clutching a cane stares at them, "Who are you?" he barks.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Feb 10, 2009 9:11:31 GMT -5
Dudley bowed, although not sure who he was addressing. "I am Lord Dudley Marbrand of Westeros. I have been assigned to Braavos by King Rodrick, as Westerosi Ambassador. I have come to pay my respects to the Sealord."
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Post by The Smith on Feb 11, 2009 0:45:50 GMT -5
"The Sea Lord is ill. I will take the gifts and present them at the first opportunity." The old man growled.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Feb 11, 2009 9:33:19 GMT -5
Dudley did not look the slightest bit deterred. "Could you please convey my good wishes to his Lordship? Wish him a speedy recovery. We shall present our gifts to him at a later date, perhaps when he is feeling better." He then bowed and turned and started walking away. Seeing a few confused faces amongst his staff, he raised his arms at his sides to beckon them out.
And with that, after all the relative ceremony under which they entered, they left in a much more austere fashion. Dudley's face remained impassive.
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Post by Lord Lester Merryweather on Feb 11, 2009 16:23:43 GMT -5
Lyn simply grinned when they were exiting the hall. He liked this lord Marbrand.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Feb 12, 2009 8:21:47 GMT -5
Dudley shrugged. "I wasn't expecting anything other than a response like that. At least we've tried."
He walked away from the secretary and clambered into the foremost barge.
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Hope you all are well and happy.