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Post by Horas on Nov 17, 2009 18:33:31 GMT -5
Quentyn stands near the entrance, waiting for the queen.
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 17, 2009 20:38:07 GMT -5
After a short while, Queen Morgan arrives. She is wearing a green hunting dress and high boots. She smiles as she's chained to the Targaryen cousin.
"Quentyn, how do you like our chances?"
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Post by Horas on Nov 17, 2009 20:40:12 GMT -5
Quentyn smiles. "Very well, Your Grace. None of those men in the maze would dare strike a beauty such as you."
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 17, 2009 20:44:36 GMT -5
"You just keep that shield up and see that they don't!" Morgan said, laughing nervously.
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Post by Horas on Nov 17, 2009 20:46:04 GMT -5
Quentyn hefted the shield and smiled reassuringly. "To be honest, Your Grace, I was surprised when I saw your name in the pairings. What drew you to this event?"
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 17, 2009 20:48:34 GMT -5
"Well the stewards told Daemon that there weren't enough women signed up, and without it there would not be enough teams for the competition. And he was all upset. So I agreed to do it, and he was so happy," Morgan beamed.
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Post by Horas on Nov 17, 2009 21:14:30 GMT -5
"And it is my gain to have recieved such a capable partner." He tests the bonds that hold their arms together, seeing how far they would reach. "Is there any strategy to this game, or do we just run?"
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 17, 2009 21:36:00 GMT -5
Queen Morgan shrugged her shoulders, "I have no idea, Daemon wouldn't tell me anything, he said it wouldn't be fair to the others. I think its just alot of running and getting hit with wooden sticks. I do NOT want to be bruised up Quentyn."
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Post by Horas on Nov 17, 2009 22:00:42 GMT -5
"Pleasant," Quentyn smiles. "And worry not. My shield belongs to you."
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 17, 2009 22:02:39 GMT -5
"Excellent" the Queen says, smiling again. "How should I hit them with the sword?"
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Post by Horas on Nov 17, 2009 22:57:32 GMT -5
"As hard as you can," Quentyn says with a dry smile. He adjusts her hand on the grip, feigning knowledge he does not possess. "There. Now you will be as much a warrior queen as Nymeria herself in that maze."
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Post by Horas on Nov 18, 2009 18:02:57 GMT -5
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Quentyn and Morgan enter the maze. Quentyn leads immediately left.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 18, 2009 18:13:06 GMT -5
The turn right, and find a man with his sword ready to attack. Seamlessly Quentyn blocks it, and Morgan chops the man in the neck. He falls over dead surprised at the ease his opponents beat him.
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Post by Horas on Nov 18, 2009 18:17:08 GMT -5
"I grasp the real reason our realm has been at peace for so long, Your Grace," Quentyn says with a smile, "The rebels are all afraid of your sword!"
Quentyn leads on in the same direction.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 18, 2009 18:27:00 GMT -5
Soon they come to another T-junction, left or right.
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