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Post by Flex on Dec 4, 2009 12:23:05 GMT -5
"We are still men, Daemon." He replied. "I have heard Joanna talk like this before as well... yes, we are dragons, but that does not make us gods. I just think... this could be dangerous for us. Of course I am guilty as well, I have just recently been thinking..."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 12:24:16 GMT -5
Daemon scoffed, and then said, "Finish you thought."
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Post by Flex on Dec 4, 2009 12:26:25 GMT -5
"This is how rebellions start." Daeron said, a thought he did not like one bit. "And with Thatcher dead, and Trant retired, the iron grip on the smallfolk is loosened."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 12:32:54 GMT -5
Daemon smiled, "And do you know how rebellions end, Daeron?"
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Post by Flex on Dec 4, 2009 12:35:46 GMT -5
"Dragonfire, yes." Daeron finished the thought. "You cannot ride all of them, Daemon."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 12:38:54 GMT -5
"Oh no. But I have trained all three to follow my commands in the air." Daemon smiled, "Which our sister would have found out much to her chagrin if she had been winning our race."
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Post by Flex on Dec 4, 2009 12:43:01 GMT -5
It was Daeron's turn to scoff. "You know full well how Joanna and I think about this so I will not say it again. The dragon has three heads, if you want to believe all your mythology so much." He stood. "I do not care overly much anyway. I have what I want but I know a dragon is not indestructible. I assume you know of Lord Redfort's spear."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 12:44:50 GMT -5
Daemon grimaced, "I do. Well since you do not want to fly, who would you recommend to command the other two creatures?"
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Post by Flex on Dec 4, 2009 12:47:27 GMT -5
Daeron rolled his eyes. "I would rather of course it be your two siblings than anyone else, but I am worried what this power does to a man. I mean... one swoop and hundreds are dead."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 12:56:50 GMT -5
Daemon chuckled, "Daeron, it will never be you. I do not think I could trust another man to ride my dragons. I will not allow another civil war with fire on both sides."
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Post by Flex on Dec 4, 2009 13:01:54 GMT -5
"Well that says a lot about the trust you have in me, brother." Daeron replied, before leaving the room briskly.
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Post by Fel on Dec 6, 2009 22:10:56 GMT -5
/////
Prince Maekar arrives to see the king.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 6, 2009 22:45:45 GMT -5
The King is seated on the Iron Throne, reading from a long scroll.
"Ah... my dear brother Maekar. How are you faring. Hating me for your position on the Small Council yet??"
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Post by Fel on Dec 6, 2009 23:24:10 GMT -5
Maekar shook his head, "it is much as I expected when I accepted the position."
"There is a matter I would speak to you about, concerning strife in the marches of Dorne."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 6, 2009 23:27:37 GMT -5
"Oh really? What kind of strife?" The King asks, looking down at his list, and scratching off off an item.
"That said, meet with Maekar. Got that taken care of," Daemon says with a chuckle.
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Hope you all are well and happy.