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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 29, 2009 11:38:07 GMT -5
"You may drink to the Sealord's prosperity... but I shall toast his downfall!", Imry said, with every bit of melodrama.
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Post by Flex on May 29, 2009 11:42:27 GMT -5
Thinking the man could either not take a joke or his own humor was not very inappropriate Euric drank, the smashed his cup on the table. "I guess I'll have a look around the camp; see who's still with us and who's blessing their gods with their presence."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 29, 2009 16:15:52 GMT -5
Imry laughed. "You cleverly avoided my question Euric. Would you join me if I returned to Braavos one day? There is much I want to do and I promise your sword arm would never tire."
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Post by Flex on May 29, 2009 19:33:43 GMT -5
Euric thought for a moment. "Braavos... well, I do hope there are men there who do not fight with those silly slim swords. Granted, they may be fast, but it won't be much fun snapping them in half with this big lump of steel." He patted Dawn, which was leaning against the tent wall.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Jun 1, 2009 7:30:53 GMT -5
Imry laughed. "I imagine we won't get away with what I want to do easily, so trust me-- we'll be in for quite a fight."
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Post by Flex on Jun 1, 2009 8:20:41 GMT -5
Euric laughed in return. "Does this perhaps involved poison or a blade and the Sealord?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Jun 1, 2009 13:45:05 GMT -5
"A broken wine bottle might work just as well, but yes", Imry said as he laughed.
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Post by Flex on Jun 1, 2009 14:04:23 GMT -5
"Whatever it is, I'll be there." Euric replied. "First we must retake Westeros though."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Jun 1, 2009 17:20:17 GMT -5
"Fantastic. The next three flagons we drink are on me", he said with a wink and downed his glass.
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