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Post by The Stranger on May 23, 2008 13:49:02 GMT -5
"Well than what are we standing here for, let's get the miserable cocksucker." Asha said, her hand reaching for the handle of her bearded axe. "Plant this between his skull, and teach him a fucking lesson it would."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 23, 2008 13:53:22 GMT -5
"I'm sure that if Aranya wanted revenge she would have had the guards apprehend him or something. I'm sure the situation would be different on the Iron Isles though"
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Post by Flex on May 23, 2008 15:42:24 GMT -5
Darien had stood quietly, listening to the others, but as the heat rose he stepped forward. "Brandon Royce speaks truly. There is no point for you to get involved Asha - as much as I'd like to see you go after him." His voice bore no undertones.
He turned to Brandon and offered him his hand. "I am sorry, we have not been properly introduced. My name is Darien Stone - As Aranya already said, we are siblings. And you are... another brother?"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 23, 2008 15:45:48 GMT -5
Brandon shakes his hand, "A cousin, not a brother. Nice to meet you, though not under the best circumstances".
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Post by Flex on May 23, 2008 15:46:33 GMT -5
Aranya awakened after some time, patted Brandon's hand sleepily, and peered blearily at Asha. "Who...you?" Seeing his sister wake, Darien smiled and beckoned at Asha. "This is Asha Sparr - Reaver and Axewoman of the Iron Islands. I won't go into detail right now but she will serve house Royce." He looked at Asha briefly to see her reaction. |
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Post by Flex on May 23, 2008 15:47:36 GMT -5
Brandon shakes his hand, "A cousin, not a brother. Nice to meet you, though not under the best circumstances". "No, the circumstances really aren't that great. Later on we will need to talk about the matter I have been attending to, but that can wait." |
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 23, 2008 15:50:48 GMT -5
Brandon nods, "Allright".
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 23, 2008 15:56:51 GMT -5
Brandon smiled, "Sleep gets easier for everyday, though sweet sleep helps a bit. You should have seen me when I had just arrived." Brandon manages a small grim chuckle.
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Post by Flex on May 23, 2008 15:57:37 GMT -5
Darien sat down and looked around for something to drink.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 23, 2008 16:02:42 GMT -5
"Did he say how I managed to get hurt? My feet got burnt, but the pain is gone long since," Brandon said.
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Post by Flex on May 23, 2008 16:02:45 GMT -5
Darien, abandoning the search for wine, turned to his sister. "He will not hear anything from my lips. Ironically enough, I got pretty close to death as well."
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Post by Flex on May 23, 2008 16:07:30 GMT -5
"Oh, well, Asha's brother gave me a bad stab with his spear." He didn't dare look at Asha at that moment, knowing that even though she seemed not to care, there was something in her that hated him for that... or so he thought. "In our fight to the death." He knew he could have probably phrased it a bit better but that was the way it came out.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 23, 2008 16:09:00 GMT -5
"People usually get hurt in fights to death," Brandon replies.
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Post by Flex on May 23, 2008 16:12:08 GMT -5
Darien manages to laugh at Brandon's comment before his face dropped a little at his sisters question. "Well, I am sure you are aware of the Iron Price? Let me just say there was a little bit of a misunderstanding... I fought for Asha here." His face flushed and he knew that if he didn't get something to drink soon he would lose his nerves. I never used to drink...
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 23, 2008 16:15:39 GMT -5
"Ah, that sort of fight," Brandon says while handing Darien the wine flask forgetting that there was still some of the sweet sleep in it, only enough to calm a person though.
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Hope you all are well and happy.