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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 20:03:18 GMT -5
"Black is one of the Darklyn colors, so I have been wearing it since I was a babe." he said with an other wink. "I am sure I was struck a somber visage in my swaddling clothes." "I have seen a dancing bear once or twice, though they pale in comparison to their kin that juggle." he added, in a tone that left her unsure whether he was jesting or not. "Hmm, I am not sure if you jest or not, Willem," she said, narrowing her eyes, though retaining an amused smirk. "You mention the troubles of life, are you troubled?" |
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 2, 2014 20:05:30 GMT -5
"Him," Daenya said, nodding towards the man and trying to make eye contact with him. "How do I look?" She turned to Adara and struck a pose, pouting a little. "Well enough, I suppose." But Adara was clearly not really interested in helping Daenya attract attention when she hadn't chosen her own bedmate yet. She was very pointedly scanning the room and making eyes at the Tyroshi ambassador. He glanced away in discomfort but a man near him, whose hair was a paler green, winked right at her and made a lewd gesture. |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 20:06:14 GMT -5
She noticed a big man with muscles, twenty or possibly a little older than that. He had a curled moustache and sky blue hair. In her right mind he might have looked ridiculous but now with his tight fitting shirt and breeches he seemed the most handsome man in the world. "Him," Daenya said, nodding towards the man and trying to make eye contact with him. "How do I look?" She turned to Adara and struck a pose, pouting a little. The Tyroshi did not seem to notice her, too enthused with drinking and laughing with his fellow sellswords. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 20:08:58 GMT -5
"Good luck," Daenya said over her shoulder to Adara, before strutting over to the Tyroshi, wine in one hand and the other daintily at her side. She eyed the man up when she approached, biting her lip.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 20:14:46 GMT -5
"Good luck," Daenya said over her shoulder to Adara, before strutting over to the Tyroshi, wine in one hand and the other daintily at her side. She eyed the man up when she approached, biting her lip. The sellsword table became noticeably quieter as Daenya approached, her Valyrian traits marking her as one of royal blood.
The mustachioed man with the light blue hair was one of the few that met her brazen eyes, suddenly taking notice of the young woman, most of the others suddenly finding the floor or walls more worthy of inspection. Even drunken sellswords feared the reputation of dragons.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 20:17:43 GMT -5
"I see you're not a coward," Daenya said to the man, one hand on her hip and an arrogant smirk on her lips, chest pushed out as much as she could. "Though you don't seem the talkative kind, mhh?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 20:19:45 GMT -5
"Black is one of the Darklyn colors, so I have been wearing it since I was a babe." he said with an other wink. "I am sure I was struck a somber visage in my swaddling clothes." "I have seen a dancing bear once or twice, though they pale in comparison to their kin that juggle." he added, in a tone that left her unsure whether he was jesting or not. "Hmm, I am not sure if you jest or not, Willem," she said, narrowing her eyes, though retaining an amused smirk. "You mention the troubles of life, are you troubled?" "Perhaps I will find you a juggling bear for your next name day." he replied. "Or something better."
"When the realm is troubles, I am troubled. Such is the nature of the post."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 20:23:30 GMT -5
The sellsword's eyes roamed where she bid, but quickly returned to her eyes.
"Mecuurio Diharis fears nothing." he said with conviction. "We were told it is rude in your lands to speak to one of royal blood without being spoken to first."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 20:25:39 GMT -5
"And who gives a shit about rudeness?" Daenya asked him, moving a little closer before taking a slow sip of wine, eyes remaining on him. "So, are you a leader of men?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 20:25:59 GMT -5
The young Lord Tybalt Toyne entered the party, late as was his custom. It was said that penchant for tardiness had saved his life three years ago, as he missed the feast in which Aenar's rebels slew his father, leaving him lord of Darkheart Keep at a young age of 15. Known for his quick wit and easy smile, he was popular at court. Elseyris felt a flush in her face, as she had admired his from afar ever since she had begun to acknowledge boys and men as anything other than sparring partners. She didn't like those new feelings, they scared her.However, with two goblets of wine already drunk, something her mother would never have allowed, were she present, Elseyris was feeling considerably bolder in her socializing than usual, and she sidled up to him. "My Lord, it is good to see you!" she said, slightly louder than she had intended, her hands fidgeting a little. "I hope you are well." |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 20:30:44 GMT -5
"And who gives a shit about rudeness?" Daenya asked him, moving a little closer before taking a slow sip of wine, eyes remaining on him. "So, are you a leader of men?" "The company commanders were quite clear that rudeness would not be tolerated." he said with a devilish smile. "You are, after all, our best customers."
"I am first amongst warriors, champion of my company. It is a position of honor is Tyrosh."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 20:33:02 GMT -5
"I've been attempting to gather quite a bit of material on ancient Valyria. I have a feeling that there is an item that can help us win the war, there," Baelor says, the thought of holding Dragonbinder filling his eyes with an almost mad gleam It took her a while to think of an item that useful and during a spin, she accidentally locked eyes with a ridiculously handsome young Stormlander across the room, but she finally realized what Baelor could have been talking about. With some effort, she looked back to her cousin, her cheeks slightly tinted now. "The ancient horn used for binding dragons? Do you think it still exists then?" she asked, eyes widening. Both in theory and practice, this would have been a very dangerous thing for a single man to possess. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 20:33:40 GMT -5
"Is that so?" Daenya asked, pouring herself into his lap, back pressed against his chest. "I'd like to see a man like you fight," She purred.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 20:34:46 GMT -5
"Hmm, I am not sure if you jest or not, Willem," she said, narrowing her eyes, though retaining an amused smirk. "You mention the troubles of life, are you troubled?" "Perhaps I will find you a juggling bear for your next name day." he replied. "Or something better."
"When the realm is troubles, I am troubled. Such is the nature of the post."
"I look forward to that, then!" She stepped closer, reaching her small, pale hand up to his cheek, stroking it gently; "I know I'm not a Master of anything, let alone matters of the Realm, but, we are friends, so you can talk to me of your troubles, if you want to. Tonight is left to revelry, but at another time, I would happily listen, if it would help." She removed her hand, and smiled kindly at him; "I'm sure all will be well, in time. And, if not, we still have eachother, and there is always a nefarious plot to be solved somewhere." "Now, Willem, I should take my leave. Enjoy the rest of the evening." |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 20:39:22 GMT -5
Daenya felt an insistent bulge against her as she reclined on Mecuurio's lap, his waxed and curled moustache tingling against the back of her neck. To his credit, his hands remained respectfully at his sides.
"We fight with a passion no other can match." the sellsword insisted. "We would not be worth the coin if that was not the case. Some companies are larger and others more orderly, but ours is the fiercest."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 20:41:29 GMT -5
"Perhaps I will find you a juggling bear for your next name day." he replied. "Or something better."
"When the realm is troubles, I am troubled. Such is the nature of the post."
"I look forward to that, then!" She stepped closer, reaching her small, pale hand up to his cheek, stroking it gently; "I know I'm not a Master of anything, let alone matters of the Realm, but, we are friends, so you can talk to me of your troubles, if you want to. Tonight is left to revelry, but at another time, I would happily listen, if it would help." She removed her hand, and smiled kindly at him; "I'm sure all will be well, in time. And, if not, we still have eachother, and there is always a nefarious plot to be solved somewhere." "Now, Willem, I should take my leave. Enjoy the rest of the evening." "I will take your offer to heart, my dear." Darklyn said with gratitude, marveling at her empathy in such a situation. "Enjoy your evening as well. The mummers are waiting" |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 20:44:19 GMT -5
Daenya felt an insistent bulge against her as she reclined on Mecuurio's lap, his waxed and curled moustache tingling against the back of her neck. To his credit, his hands remained respectfully were at his sides. "We fight with a passion no other can match." the sellsword insisted. "We would not be worth the coin if that was not the case. Come companies larger and others more orderly, but ours is the fiercest." "Passion hmmm? A site worth seeing no doubt," Daenya said, pressing her behind down on him and rubbing it lightly while drinking her wine. "I assume," She whispered, "That it would be quite dangerous for you to put your hands on me now, hmmmm?" She giggled. |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 20:47:59 GMT -5
His Grace, King Maegor II, re-entered the hall after and took a seat near the Tyroshi ambassador.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 2, 2014 20:50:33 GMT -5
Daenya felt an insistent bulge against her as she reclined on Mecuurio's lap, his waxed and curled moustache tingling against the back of her neck. To his credit, his hands remained respectfully were at his sides. "We fight with a passion no other can match." the sellsword insisted. "We would not be worth the coin if that was not the case. Come companies larger and others more orderly, but ours is the fiercest." "Passion hmmm? A site worth seeing no doubt," Daenya said, pressing her behind down on him and rubbing it lightly while drinking her wine. "I assume," She whispered, "That it would be quite dangerous for you to put your hands on me now, hmmmm?" She giggled. The sellsword groaned low in his throat, almost spilling his own wine as the princess drank hers with poise.
"As dangerous as venturing into that black dragon's lair clad only in raw meat." he replied, looking around to make sure none of the royals were watching her shameless display.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 20:51:53 GMT -5
"Oh, poor you," Daenya said huskily, grinding her behind against him once more before giggling. "That's just too bad!" She laughed and got up, turning to give him a little wave before strutting off to find Adara.
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jan 2, 2014 20:54:07 GMT -5
His Grace, King Maegor II, re-entered the hall after and took a seat near the Tyroshi ambassador. Maelys approached the his brother's seat. "Your grace?" He said looking at the ground. |
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 2, 2014 20:54:29 GMT -5
Adara, meanwhile, had her arms around the green-haired man, and her hands down his breeches. His hand, meanwhile had delved into her dress. She smirked at Daenya.
"Oh, little girl. Didn't he want you?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 20:55:55 GMT -5
Daenya raised a single eyebrow and finished her wine. "It's more fun teasing them until they can't bear it anymore." She nodded to various members of her family, as well as the Kingsguard. "And with them around, no one would put a finger on me. Or in me." She winked at the man.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 2, 2014 21:00:29 GMT -5
"Teasing is fun but it's not as much fun as when you get them alone," Adara said. She shuddered as the man squeezed her breast. "But you're too young to know about that."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 21:03:14 GMT -5
Daenya huffed. "Perhaps you should find yourself some chambers; people are staring," She grinned and walked off.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too