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Post by oznerol on Jun 20, 2020 19:30:44 GMT -5
"I did not." Confessed Waters, with a candid smile, "She was too old for me, and stank of bad wine. Nothing worth dying for."Aurane had left the city as soon as he had caught wind of her imprisonment, guessing what would happen next to the Queen's favourites. Absconding with the navy had almost been too easy. "She would let any old fool into her bed. No offence. I mean, the bitch fucked her own brother and made this whole mess for herself."If she had just one black haired boy, neither Stannis or Renly would have risen in rebellion. --- "Osmund is fine. He has been sent as my envoy. Neither he nor the kingsguard shall be harmed."Replied Waters, finally recalling where he'd seen the same crooked nose and black-hearted scowl. "Give Baelish my regards." He said, with a shrug. "Aye, not the most careful about handing her favours..."Kettleback nodded. Still, a simple man bedding a queen... he'd never forget. -- "Grand"He said with a curt nod. "Aye, I shall"
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Post by oznerol on Jun 23, 2020 12:55:58 GMT -5
Ser Kettleback returns with a furrowed brow.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 23, 2020 12:57:28 GMT -5
He is immediately admitted to the solar of Lord Waters, who had been entertaining himself with women and wine over the past few days of deliberation.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 23, 2020 13:09:14 GMT -5
He is immediately admitted to the solar of Lord Waters, who had been entertaining himself with women and wine over the past few days of deliberation. Said Kettleback, angry.
"Neither is queen Margaery or... anyone of worth. I had to deal with Tarly, that upright bastard, and Devan, a Lannister welp"He grabs a kettle of wine and starts pouring the liquid down his throat, trying to soothe his anger. "How can you have the actual crowned king of the fucking kingdoms and no-one gives a dammed fart?!"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 23, 2020 13:50:10 GMT -5
"I grow bored of these petty intrigues."
Waters rolled his eyes. A scantily clad Lyseni swayed over and poured some more wine.
"They are testing my patience. I may smother the boy and have him done with. Nobody seems to want him back."
He couldn't blame them. Cersei's son was a poor excuse for a king; fat, weak, and more interested in his kittens.
"But if it comes to Mace Tyrell versus this pretender, I will place my bets on the other man every time."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 23, 2020 14:05:11 GMT -5
"I grow bored of these petty intrigues."Waters rolled his eyes. A scantily clad Lyseni swayed over and poured some more wine. "They are testing my patience. I may smother the boy and have him done with. Nobody seems to want him back."He couldn't blame them. Cersei's son was a poor excuse for a king; fat, weak, and more interested in his kittens. "But if it comes to Mace Tyrell versus this pretender, I will place my bets on the other man every time." Said Kettleback with a sigh. He places one of the women on his lap, pulling her down. "And whatever value Tommen had is gonne, no-one is even bargaining for him. The poor kid is sweet and nice, I must admit, I'd rather see him alive: call me sentimental but he did no harm, unlike his cunt of a brother"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 23, 2020 14:30:24 GMT -5
"Aye. Even his own kin, by the looks of it."
Typical Lannisters. Self serving until the last.
"He can be my cupbearer. The boy surely must be able to pour wine."
Waters smirked at his own jape.
"To tell you true, Kettleblack, I am bored. It is no fun ruling this rock, and bargaining with whichever turd sits the Iron Throne will surely be a waste of time. I control the sea, they cannot challenge it. A sealed document gives me nothing."
Widow's Wail leaned against his chair, in the scabbard. The silver-haired woman on his lap was playing around with Crab's Pincer.
"I may sail east, and give my sails to the dragon girl. I have always wished to see one of those beasts, now that they are back in the world again."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 23, 2020 14:34:31 GMT -5
"I thought she was a tale, like most the sailors' blabberings, just like they talk of mermaids, krakens, unicorns and such"
Said Kettleback.
"So, she's real?"
He grabs the woman's breast with a large hair-covered hand.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 23, 2020 14:40:00 GMT -5
"I've dealt with sellswords, pirates, and villains of all kinds, hailing from the Disputed Lands to Asshai."
Waters glanced at Kettleblack, with no hint of a smile.
"They all talk of her, riding a dragon as black as soot. Balerion come again. Whoever this dragon in the Stormlands is, he is no real Targaryen - not compared to the Dragon Queen. Who can dispute her lineage? It is writ in fire and blood for all to see."
The girl on his lap popped a grape into his mouth. Aurane spent some time chewing.
"If she still lives, she will come back. I know it in my bones."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 23, 2020 14:59:59 GMT -5
"Then, why don't you offer her your ships and men in exchange for a handsome lordship? And you're of the Dragon too, why not your own hand in marriage?"
Suggested Kettleback.
"To be fair, I'm done throughfully with the capital and its shit. I served the Queen and now she's dead. I served Joffrey, he died too. Tommen is no king, virtually, anymore and his sister will never be queen, I'm afraid"
He gives wine to the woman and then to himself.
"If you'll have me, I shall go with you. I assure you that you have no better sword among that rabble. Maybe, that way, I will get a lordship too"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 23, 2020 15:12:33 GMT -5
"Aye, I'll have you. I will spend a few more months on Dragonstone and then quit this rock for the east, and we can pledge our swords to the Queen in person."
The situation had changed too much, too fast. What were his keys to status and wealth were now burdens, rocks to tie around his feet. With the Dragon Queen, he could find reward.
"Maybe I could be king one, day. You never know."
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 24, 2020 1:28:35 GMT -5
Later on... or at the same time.
Grey Gallows is still far more pretty.
A young red-haired pirate said to an older male. The younger looked like a mirror of the older.
Black stone though, boy. Fierce stuff! That damnable knight commander gave us quite the work to get this place.
Norys responded to his son as the two walked down the hallways together. Things had sure gotten quiet around here since the raid on King's Landing.
Smells heavily of sea salt, Horys. Reminds me of home.
The older male slaps his son on the back with a grin.
Now to find our Lord of the Waters. The boys are starting to wonder what's next after all. We been sitting here, raiding foolish merchants. Waters got to have some plan brewing.
Norys respected Aurane for the fortunes achieved. The capture of Claw Isle, the seizure of Dragonstone, the bold raid on King's Landing... some god, or just serious luck, was on his side through it all. Horys said it was the Lord of Light, Norys told him to shut up. Why did his son have to take up his mother's blasted religion was beyond him! There were only five gods in his book; gold, women, wine, seas, and storms. Of which the latter two were both good and evil deities. Women warmed their beds, wine was the nectar of the gods, and gold ensured both were in supply.
Didn't take long for the Isnardos to find where Aurane was. The sounds of women, exotic music, and the smell of Tyroshi leaf was strong behind the only door that mattered, the ancient throne room. Norys pushes the doors open.
Oi! Lord Waters! The lads are itching for bigger game! I swear I think they are bored from screwing what little women are on this rock...
He was one of the few that could easily approach Aurane and talk plainly and openly.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 24, 2020 10:43:28 GMT -5
"Norys."
The Lord of the Waters was holding his motley court, which had of late become more of a harem. Several captured ladies in waiting of Queen Margaery attended on him, and on his lap sat lord Celtigar's dark haired daughter in garish red robes. Much to her brother's chagrin, she had become quite enthralled by the roguish Valyrian pirate, and was now his favoured bedmate.
"There is a new man wearing the crown in King's Landing. A false dragon. Soon we shall sail east to find the real one."
Waters grinned. Kettleblack stood at his side, his new accomplice in this endeavour. Aurane held out his goblet, expectantly, and a fat blonde boy in a crown duly filled it with wine.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 24, 2020 11:00:31 GMT -5
Redbeard's eyebrow went up slightly.
So the child king here... what are we supposed to do with him?
He gestures to the fat blonde boy who filled the cup of his master. They had utilized good sellswords to get the boy in their grips after all. However, going to find a real one made Norys grin.
Ah, the dragon girl eh? Heard stories about her when I sailed the Summer Sea.
Dragons... everything pointed to them being true. Turn their ships into burning wood if Aurane's luck ran out.
We will be sailing awfully close to dreaded Valyria unless we went further south towards Sothoryos. It will make our journey longer, but safer.
Only real fools came close to Valyria. Redbeard didn't want to tempt with those cursed lands.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 24, 2020 11:10:36 GMT -5
"We can sail south of it without fear. I would not risk the smoking sea."
Aurane reached down and ruffled the boy king's hair.
"He can stay with us. A token of our loyalty to our new Queen."
Small and pliable as he was, perhaps Daenerys could mould him into a loyal vassal.
"We have reaped our rewards here. We will sail east and declare for the true dragon that waits in Meereen."
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