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Post by Horas on May 27, 2009 18:13:12 GMT -5
The wildling encampment has felled trees from miles around to create a truly massive bonfire and celebrate in their own fashion. The fire is so bright that it seems to turn night into day, and great cookpots of stew have been hauled out. Ale and mead flows freely. At first, it seems only the wildlings are present, but more and more southerners are drawn in by the great fire and the sound of song and revelry.
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Post by The Smith on May 27, 2009 18:20:53 GMT -5
Kyma Targaryen seemed drawn to the huge fire. As she gets closer she opens her cloak showing her thick red dress. She smiles at the huge flames.
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Post by Horas on May 27, 2009 18:28:21 GMT -5
The Targaryen princess is met by a chorus of hoots and whistles. "What's yer name, beauty?" a drunken lad with a battered pothelm asks.
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Post by The Smith on May 27, 2009 18:30:11 GMT -5
Kyma looks at him, "My name is Kyma Targaryen. Would you like to met my friends?" She smiled wryly, "They would make your fire seem as cold as winter's night."
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Post by Horas on May 27, 2009 18:32:05 GMT -5
"That depends if yer friends is as pretty as you," the youth grins lopsidedly.
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Post by The Smith on May 27, 2009 18:34:12 GMT -5
"I do not know how pretty you would find her in comparison to me." Kyma's smile was sharp now, "But her teeth as big as I am tall."
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Post by Horas on May 27, 2009 18:40:49 GMT -5
The youth blinks slowly in realization, seeming to sober up a tad. "Oh! You're the dragon-queen's daughter!" He smiles. "Those dragons really are something, huh, uh... Majesty? Princessness?" He scratches his head. "I don't know much about titles," he says apologetically.
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Post by The Smith on May 27, 2009 18:42:49 GMT -5
"I go by Kyma, rude little boy." She smiled at him and stared at the fire.
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 27, 2009 18:46:12 GMT -5
Ariel lightly jogged over to the wildlings' encampment. Her white hair was loosely bound with a tie of rope, while her clothes were a surprise; a silken dress in the Targaryens' black and red. She wasn't going to be able to conceal herself anymore anyway. Beside her came her loyal bodyguard, a woman clad in practical riding leathers and bearing a surcoat in Targaryen colors.
She moved up to the fire, only then glancing at the large stewpots.
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Post by Erik on May 27, 2009 18:47:35 GMT -5
Ragnor, several of his sailors in tow, makes his way towards the fire. As might be expected of a man that lost his father not hours before, he does not appear to be in a festive mood. He is dressed in black, both in mourning and for his house, and the glistening Valyrian steel of Kegsplitter hangs at his belt.
"Get me a fucking drink." He barks at the nearest camp follower in sight.
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Post by Horas on May 27, 2009 18:54:50 GMT -5
The man manning the stewpots is balding and a bit overweight. He grins at Ariel, revealing teeth that have been filed to a point. "Two Targaryens at our little fire?" the fat man queries, "But I do not recognize you. Have some stew and keep this curious savage company for a moment." He beckons with a bowl and ladle. The stew smells divine.
The drunken youth talking to the other Targaryen sways unsteadily. "Rude? Just payin' a lady a compliment, eh, where's the harm in that?"
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 27, 2009 18:58:49 GMT -5
Ariel grinned at the man. "This is my debut in my own name, so to speak," she responded, moving to take the bowl, as her companion took hers. "Prior to that I followed in Lord Wyl's colors, as did my companion here. My name is Ariel."
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Post by Horas on May 27, 2009 19:05:38 GMT -5
The heavyset man smiles. "Nute Rayder," he says, bowing shortly, "Although most call me Toothy Nute. I think you are a smart enough girl to figure out why." He smiles again. His demeanor is friendly, but his pointed teeth seem somehow obscene.
"I follow wherever I please, which mostly means following Rask. It turns out there is not much other choice when everyone else you know is dead." Nute ladles piping hot stew into two bowls, then hands them to Ariel and her companion. "And who do you follow now, Lady Ariel?"
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 27, 2009 19:09:50 GMT -5
Ariel smiled as she took a sip of the stew. "Mmm. Excellent cooking, Rayder. And that's up in question right now. Currently I'm not oathed to anyone, but I'm with the army until our foes are destroyed. Then..." She shrugged. "Rather like you, I'm sworn to no one, but I mean to press my own right and see where it leads me."
She looked at him. "You left the Watch, then?"
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Post by Horas on May 27, 2009 19:15:26 GMT -5
He nods. "Oh yes. I understand it is a hanging crime or whatnot in your southron lands, but I am hoping whichever monarch you all happen to kneel to will let bygones be bygones." He giggles, a surprisingly feminine sound for a man with so much weight on him. "We did just live through the end of the world, did we not? The crimes I committed on the Watch are trifling in comparison."
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Hope you all are well and happy.