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Post by Vhagar on Dec 5, 2013 20:48:21 GMT -5
The Great Hall is the throne room of the king. The Iron Throne sits on a raised iron dais with high and narrow steps. A long carpet stretches from the throne to the Hall's great oak-and-bronze doors. The Hall itself is cavernous, and can sit 1,000 people. It is oriented north to south, with high, narrow windows on the eastern and western walls. Skulls of the Targaryen dragons adorn the walls. This is where the king hears petitions and sits in judgement.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 10:45:34 GMT -5
Daenya entered the throne room after coming straight from the yard one day, wearing white breeches and tunic, a sword at her hip. She knew that with what she intended to ask her father would probably appreciate her more if she were to look martial.
She had tried his rooms before and had found him absent so now she approached him in the throne room, bowing before him. "Father, I have come to ask you something."
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Jan 4, 2014 12:15:37 GMT -5
Ser Brandon Snow stood behind Maegor II, and slightly to his left, hand resting upon the hilt of his sword, which rested, point first, against the cobbled stone. He nodded politely at Daenya as she entered, and stared off into the distance.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 12:20:40 GMT -5
Daenya acknowledged the Lord Commander with a quick smile.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 16:10:44 GMT -5
"What boon would you ask of us?" Maegor asked, adopting the formal royal we while upon the throne.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 16:14:34 GMT -5
"I have read much about the Summer Isles, father," Daenya said, standing up straight. "They are an interesting culture, especially concerning their naval power. They have many ships and so a friendship with them would no doubt be favourable."
She knew that playing to necessities of war would be a good tactic for her father to consent.
"So I wished to ask if I may visit the Summer Islands."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 18:05:46 GMT -5
"So you wish to act as our envoy? As our ambassador to the Summer Isles?" Maegor inquired, skepticism plain in his voice.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 18:07:57 GMT -5
"I do, father," Daenya told him. "I am only ten and three and have little experience outside the city, but I have read a lot about the Summer Islanders and know much about their culture. I would need an interpreter, for sure, but you can depend on me. I may be too young for war but I am old enough to assist our family."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 21:40:54 GMT -5
Maegor knew enough of the Summer Islander culture to be concerned with his daughter's request.
"You desire this now, but we wonder if you still will tomorrow." he said with a pointed stare. "This must not be a whim and I cannot risk you offending one of our valued trading partners."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 21:45:30 GMT -5
"Then send someone with me," Daenya said, not letting her volatile mental state stop her from being an issue. "I do not speak their language anyhow."
She also wanted to tell him that this had nothing to do with whim's, but he wouldn't want to understand, would just be insulted.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 22:51:22 GMT -5
Maegor considered the matter, leaning his head dangerously to the side, only an inch from the spike that had slayed his predecessor.
"Your cousin Adara will accompany you. She is more familiar than most with the Summer Islander customs." he said, in a deadpan tone that could have been a slight or serious. "We will find you a translator as well."
"You will need to find a chaperone." he added. "If you can convince one to join you on this endeavor and vouch for your good behavior, we will not speak against it."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 22:56:55 GMT -5
Daenya listened and then nodded. "I can accept that... do not worry father, I will find someone who will go with me."
She wanted to add that it was pointless having four people go, that she didn't need Adara along, but it would be useless.
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 5, 2014 21:35:05 GMT -5
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Orys had taken the long way and decided to enter the throne room through the main entrance, but not before taking care to brush stray hair behind his ears. As he entered the throne room, he looked to one of the posted guards and said, "I'd like to request an audience with the king." Though he didn't feel any particular anxiety, he realized he'd never done this before and wasn't sure of the proper protocol. What was the protocol for a bastard, even one with the blood of the dragon, of no title to approach the king? Well, he'd soon find out.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 5, 2014 21:37:33 GMT -5
He is allowed entry, as the king is holding court and hearing petitions, seated upon the monstrous Iron Throne.
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 5, 2014 21:41:53 GMT -5
Orys stands among the other petitioners and listens to them speak to the king. Not because he was particularly interested in their wants, but because he was interested in learning the king's general mood. 'It's best to know the winds before one flies,' he thought, 'best to know a king's mood before presenting oneself to him.'
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Jan 6, 2014 10:56:07 GMT -5
Lord Commander Brandon Snow's eyes fell upon the new entry, who he did not recognize, and who seemed to have no particular agenda.
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 6, 2014 17:24:18 GMT -5
Orys looked upon the Iron Throne and his eyes fell on the fan standing near the king, his hand at a sword. 'A Kingsguard,' he though, 'Not a surprising sight.' Orys was always curious about the Kingsguard, the solemn order sworn to the king, for good or for bad.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 6, 2014 18:19:47 GMT -5
After a number of petitioners, Orys is informed that it is his turn. The king seemed to be in as good a mood as ever, that is to say, not one.
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 6, 2014 22:01:51 GMT -5
Orys approached the Iron Throne and kneeled before it. "My grace, I come before you to ask how I may be a service to you in this time of war. As you can see, my arm has been inured, but I still find myself wanting to serve the crown," he said, as charmingly as he could. Hopefully, Maegor would be susceptible.
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Post by Wisdom Waxley on Jan 7, 2014 17:30:06 GMT -5
Wisdom Waxley, head of the Alchemists Guild, waited patiently for his turn to petition the king with some new ideas for the war effort. He had brought with him some diagrams and initial sketches of some of his and his colleagues ideas.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 7, 2014 17:30:30 GMT -5
Orys approached the Iron Throne and kneeled before it. "My grace, I come before you to ask how I may be a service to you in this time of war. As you can see, my arm has been inured, but I still find myself wanting to serve the crown," he said, as charmingly as he could. Hopefully, Maegor would be susceptible.
"Our daughter, Princess Daenya, still requires an escort to the Summer Isles." King Maegor replied evenly, studying the broken arm with derision. "Otherwise, a dragon can still fight even if its rider only has one good arm."
His peace said, he dismissed the Stormlands bastard.
Wisdom Waxley, head of the Alchemists Guild, waited patiently for his turn to petition the king with some new ideas for the war effort. He had brought with him some diagrams and initial sketches of some of his and his colleagues ideas.
The Grand Pyromancer is ushered forward.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Jan 7, 2014 17:40:42 GMT -5
Brandon stirred slightly, and watched the Wisdom's hands carefully. While few enough believed in sorcery, for his part, Brandon was not so sure, and at any rate, who knew what manner of devices and substances they possessed. Brandon did not imagine they would prove enemies of the King, after all the Faith Militant had no love for vile magic. But even so, Brandon preferred to be suspicious, particularly of things he did not even understand. In this case it included the curious-looking robed man.
He took a half step forward, as if preparing to interject himself between the Alchemist and the King.
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Post by Wisdom Waxley on Jan 7, 2014 17:46:23 GMT -5
With some parchment rolled up under one arm Waxley came forward and gave a bow of deference to the king. "Your Grace," he said in a small voice almost a whisper. He realized how petty he sounded, then repeated in a louder voice, "Your Grace". He brought up his right hand and cleared his throat, "I have some new..weapons I would like to present..D-dragons, must fly close...fly close to their targets, which makes them vulnerable." He unfurled one of the parchments to show the king a sketch of a dragon with a rider seated in it, with straps and such holding what looked like bags and boxes, "Now your grace these are just simple design concepts yet..not fully formed," he explained quickly, "They may appear crude", he also added, feeling like a merchant selling his wares. Though in a sense he was selling his idea and wildfire should the king accept it. He looked around unsure if he was making a fool of himself and paused for a moment to measure the king's response if he had any so far..
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 7, 2014 17:51:29 GMT -5
His Grace made no move to interfere in his Lord Commander's zealous protection. Though the king was a renown patron of the sorcerous arts, he knew that a single pot of wildfire could reduce every man and woman in this room to ash.
Nonetheless, he studied the diagrams with keen interest before turning his violet gaze back to Waxley.
"These designs certainly seem to have merit." he mused. "Though my son and heir Prince Aegon has been appointed marshal of my armies in this endeavor. If he sees their merit as well, you will have the full support of the Crown in their construction."
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Post by Wisdom Waxley on Jan 7, 2014 18:14:58 GMT -5
The Wisdowm bowed his head several times, excited and relieved that his plan had a preliminary good reception. Now he had to present these ideas to the prince. "Thank you your grace...we avidly try to help the crown with our inventions." He looked around shiftily and folded up his parchment, "T-there is a concern however, of this new sorceress, I overheard her plotting. I-it may have been nothing..nothing of interest b-but there is a war and I have not seen her ideas to help win it." He bowed again. "I will present my ideas to Prince Aegon your grace."
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too