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Post by Vhagar on Feb 15, 2014 19:47:39 GMT -5
A large field, big enough to hold the dragons of the royal party, with plenty of room for them to move about.
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 15, 2014 19:49:19 GMT -5
Vermilion landed in the field, tail lashing and claws digging into the earth. His long neck snaked around, looking for food.
Laena descended slowly, her gait confident and stately. She looked to her fellow dragon riders.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 15, 2014 19:54:52 GMT -5
Brandon guided Aerion around in a long lazy circle to get a sense of what surrounded them, and make sure the others landed safely.
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 15, 2014 19:59:49 GMT -5
Laena glanced over at the Lord Commander. Somehow out of all her husband's bastards, he was the one who troubled her the most. Waters tended to keep out of her way, and Stone had usually been with Rhaella, and was now dead, but Laena hated the fact that the northern bastard was responsible for the welfare of her favourite child the king. She couldn't have said why, but she had always hated the north in particular. Yet even she could not deny the man was good at his job, even if he'd been foolish enough to humour Arenya's wild dreams for a time. She greeted him with a brief nod.
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Post by Horas on Feb 15, 2014 20:09:55 GMT -5
After a few circles to get the lay of the land, Aegon set down a fair distance outside the gates of Tyrosh. Rolf Silver slid gratefully down from Glutton, stretching his legs. Aegon shaded his eyes and looked to the walls. As they had sent servants to announce their presence in advance, Aegon expected some sort of greeting party.
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 15, 2014 20:19:06 GMT -5
Aegon could see guards on the walls and there seemed to be some kind of activity going on, but they weren't close enough to see exactly what was happening, though it was clear that their arrival had been noticed by the city, at least.
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Post by Horas on Feb 15, 2014 20:24:15 GMT -5
Aegon gave the Tyroshi time to organize their greeting party. In the meantime Rolf began establishing the beginnings of a camp. While they would likely be guests of the Archon, the dragons would not be able to fit in the city and this location seemed as good a place for them as any.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 15, 2014 20:28:43 GMT -5
Brandon remained in the air, looking for the arriving Tyrosh party, to get a sense of their numbers and make up.
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 15, 2014 20:32:21 GMT -5
They had to wait a while before a troop of men in ornate helmets marched out of the city gates. One man bore a huge banner of the three-head Trios. The men marched in unison behind their leader, a man with hair dyed deep crimson.
Vermilion lashed his tail as the strangers approached, Laena whispering in Valyrian to calm him.
Soon enough, the crimson-haired man drew his escort up before the Targaryen party. He spoke the Common Tongue fluently, though there was an element of seeming to choose his words carefully. He was a short man, muscular, with very white teeth.
"Welcome, my lords and ladies of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. I come at the urging of my brother the Archon, who desires to meet you in the city."
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Post by Horas on Feb 15, 2014 20:40:33 GMT -5
"Greetings, my lord," Aegon returns the greeting respectfully. "I am Prince Aegon Targaryen. This is the Princess Rhaena, Queen Dowager Laena, and our sworn guardian, Lord Commander Brandon Snow of the Kingsguard. We shall be pleased to meet with the Archon in your city. Is this a suitable location for our dragons to rest?"
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 15, 2014 20:41:08 GMT -5
Brandon had landed after he reported on the arrival of the men of Tyrosh, and he stood by Aegon's side, his plate mail gleaming in the light, his blade drawn, tip resting against the ground, his hands crossed over the palm. He'd have preferred three dozen men in red and black cloaks. But they had a Three-headed Dragon fluttering in the breeze, and four REAL dragons besides, and that was not nothing.
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 15, 2014 20:56:02 GMT -5
There were twenty men in the escort, plus their leader. They saw that the sigil of the Trios was a three-headed woman with snakes writhing in place of hair, mouths open and screaming.
If the Archon's brother was afraid of the dragons, he showed no sign of it, but kept a healthy distance from the beasts as he bowed to the visitors, and kissed the ladies' hands.
"I am honoured, my lords and ladies. My name is Belaquo Adarys, eldest brother to the Archon Massio Adarys. The dragons may rest here if you will swear to their good conduct, Prince Aegon, and your party shall be granted rooms in the Moonlit Palace, as the Archon's honoured guests."
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Post by Horas on Feb 15, 2014 21:06:47 GMT -5
"I will swear to it, Lord Belaquo," Aegon answered. He stepped slightly toward Laena, and said in a low voice for her ears, "A dragon rider must stay with the dragons at all times." Misbehaving dragons was a concern, but Aegon's larger worry was someone attempting foul play. "You should take the first shift, grandmother."
He turned back towards the Archon's brother. "We are honored to be your guests, my lord. Lead on. A ship bearing our servants and gifts to the Archon arrived in advance of us, and I shall send my man to collect them."
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 15, 2014 21:13:58 GMT -5
"Of course, that is most suitable. Your people will find the palace easily enough," said the Archon's brother
Laena frowned, not wanting to be left behind, though she understood her grandson's concern. "As you wish. Though you must be sure to mention me to the Archon so that his guards expect me. I would like to sleep in a feather bed tonight. My bones are older than yours."
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Post by Horas on Feb 15, 2014 21:21:01 GMT -5
"Of course," Aegon reassured his grandmother before turning his full attention back to Belaquo. "After you, my lord."
The prince dispatched Rolf to run ahead of them to the harbor to organize the other servants, guards, and the gifts they bore.
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 15, 2014 21:37:08 GMT -5
Belaquo nodded and led the way, ordering half his men to fall in behind their guests.
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Post by Horas on Feb 15, 2014 21:41:56 GMT -5
Aegon followed.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too
Jul 3, 2014 12:43:09 GMT -5
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too
Jul 3, 2014 12:43:09 GMT -5