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Post by Ser Beric Dayne on May 31, 2009 21:46:16 GMT -5
Owen was surprised to hear a long stream of gibberish emerge from the woman's mouth, his slightly drunken mind a bit slow to realize she was actually speaking a language at all.
His curiosity overcame his queasy stomach, so he pulled out a chair and took a seat. "Aye, as you say I suppose. If you don't mind the asking, who might you be? So few people left in this army, I suppose it wouldn't hurt me to know who they are," he smiled casually. "Do you not speak the common tongue?" he asked, as if her foreign response hadn't been enough of a clue.
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 21:48:53 GMT -5
"Ahh,"Talyn says, "I see. I have never met a Queen, but I find it difficult to imagine it would require Dragon blood to control one such as yourself. Do you dance?" He says, changing the subject rapidly.
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 21:49:26 GMT -5
Jax immediately turned away from Lysa, and starred back at his wine cup. "uhhh okay. I'll do it!" he says excitedly, finishing the rest of his glass and pouring another. "Gods yes, I'm with the Traitors' Sons now," Lysa tells the Reaver, "They're always on the front line. If you can't earn glory with them you're a coward." "I ought to write a book of this shit," Raef says, "Right after I get the one about this fighting published. 'Wenching the Ironborn Way'. I like the sound of it." "True enough," Ragnor answers, "But there may not be much fighting for them, once the Cult's dealt with. Now aboard ship, there's a place to win glory." |
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 21:51:46 GMT -5
"I ought to write a book of this shit," Raef says, "Right after I get the one about this fighting published. 'Wenching the Ironborn Way'. I like the sound of it." "True enough," Ragnor answers, "But there may not be much fighting for them, once the Cult's dealt with. Now aboard ship, there's a place to win glory." Jax poured himself another glass of wine. "By gods yes, I'll say.. the moonlight...." he says to himself. "There will always be battles to fight. And we'll find them and win them!" Lysa says stubbornly. |
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on May 31, 2009 21:52:07 GMT -5
"This is Lady Shahrizai of Myr, she brings food for the army and lets her men fight with the army." The translator says for her. Shah puts her fingers close together, "Little bit Westerosi," she says with a thick silky accent. After that she uses her translator again, "She asks who you are in turn, so young you look."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 21:53:32 GMT -5
"I have danced before yes." Kyma replied, "And I am not easy to lead at all."
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 21:55:08 GMT -5
"Run over it real quick, for us," Raef tells the boy, "We'll critique."
"Of course there will. Minor lords and knights squabbling over borders and the like. I'd rather take to the sea, be king on my ship and take as much Braavosi coin as I can."
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 21:56:59 GMT -5
"It is always harder to follow than to lead." Talyn confirms. "But I think you would be up to the challenge. Would you do me the honor?" Talyn extended a hand hard callused from four years of war.
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Post by Ser Beric Dayne on May 31, 2009 21:57:26 GMT -5
"I am Ser Owen Lannister, some call me Lord, though I discourage them." He stuck his chest out in an attempt to look a bit older. "I'm not so young, I don't suppose. I don't feel it at least, not after the last few years," he said with a far away look in his eyes."
"Thank you for the food, I suppose," was the best thing he could come up with. "A shame you couldn't bring a bit more, I feel I've withered away in this cursed land," he said with a short laugh.
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 22:00:05 GMT -5
"Run over it real quick, for us," Raef tells the boy, "We'll critique." "Of course there will. Minor lords and knights squabbling over borders and the like. I'd rather take to the sea, be king on my ship and take as much Braavosi coin as I can." "Excuse me, Lysa, hiccc! would you like to dance!? Oh... look at the boobs, I mean the moon!" Jax says. "Ships are fine from getting from one place to the next. But in real fight, you can't just run up the sails and flee when things get bad," Lysa says critically. |
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 22:01:02 GMT -5
"It is always harder to follow than to lead." Talyn confirms. "But I think you would be up to the challenge. Would you do me the honor?" Talyn extended a hand hard callused from four years of war. Kyma's smile was too large to be real, "I do think I would like a dance." She took his hand, her hands were as calloused as his from even longer ears caring for dragons. "Are you as good at this as you are at war?" |
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on May 31, 2009 22:03:16 GMT -5
Shah notices his look and speaks, translator relating her message, "By your look, it is youth and inocence lost that is most heartbreaking. You are a man yes, but one of the younger ones here that my Lady has noted. She says you are handsome and that she can only bring so much food on her ships, we are all lucky to have support from so many different people, native Westerosi and foreigners alike."
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2009 22:05:05 GMT -5
"Gods no, dancing terrifies me." Talyn replied with complete honesty. "It's much the same as war, and so it angers me that I am not better," he adds, as he takes her hand and leads her to the dance floor, and bows formally and puts his arm at her waist, as the song begins.
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 22:06:48 GMT -5
"Excuse me, Lysa, hiccc! would you like to dance!? Oh... look at the boobs, I mean the moon!" Jax says. "Ships are fine from getting from one place to the next. But in real fight, you can't just run up the sails and flee when things get bad," Lysa says critically. "Oh, that gives me an idea! Tell her how nicely the moonlight reflects off her breasts. They love that shit. Then go on to say you wish you could see the rest of her. You should be leading her to a nice dark corner through all this, of course." "Well, that's rather hard to do when you're grappled to the other ship and most of your crew is also on the other one, fighting. Meanwhile, on land, you can just flee any which way. No sharks to prevent it." |
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Post by Ser Beric Dayne on May 31, 2009 22:07:49 GMT -5
"Aye, though I yet live, by the grace of the Seven," he smiled.
"Tell me, mistress of Myr," he said, afraid to take a stab at pronouncing her name for fear of insulting her, "how is it that you came to ally yourself with this merry band? Seems an odd place for a right thinking woman to come, if you'll excuse my saying so."
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Hope you all are well and happy.