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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Apr 7, 2014 10:31:16 GMT -5
A fleet of Volantene ships, under the air cover of three dragons, ridden by Prince Aegon, Lord Commander Brandon, and Orys Storm, reaches Lys.
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 7, 2014 10:56:43 GMT -5
The ships arrive without difficulty, but, once they near the harbour they begin to see activity from the Lyseni. Lyseni ships, seeing the dragons, began to sail out to meet the Volantene fleet. Volantis held no danger for Lys, or so they thought, but the dragons were certainly not forgotten.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Apr 7, 2014 11:26:32 GMT -5
Brandon waited. The goal was to issue their demarchment and demands, but if the Lysene pressed matters, things would turn out however they turned.
He maintained his position to Aegon's right, and waited.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Apr 9, 2014 10:31:10 GMT -5
OOC: Begging his grace's pardon.
IC: Brandon accepted a nod from Prince Aegon, and flew down towards the command ship. Aerion screeched as they swooped down, the air from his wings buffeting the sailors.
"How do you wish to proceed, Commander?" Brandon asked the Volantene, "Shall we present ourselves?"
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 9, 2014 11:12:52 GMT -5
"We should." Captain Maegyr looked thoughtfully at the dragon. "As you have the beast, why don't you fly towards them with a peace banner indicating our willingness to talk terms before we offer a threat."
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Apr 9, 2014 15:35:35 GMT -5
A dragon rider with a peace banner seemed a contradiction in terms but Brandon was willing to play along. He took the banner extended for his grasp and with a beat of his wings Aerion was airborne.
As Brandon approached he held the banner aloft and made several passes so they could not mistake it's meaning before he approached, the giant white beast poised just feet above the white caps of the sea.
"his grace Prince Aegon of Dragonstone, and the Triarchs of Volantis offer parley." He said in a booming command voice.
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 9, 2014 16:12:11 GMT -5
"Peace terms?" This was from a tall man aboard one of the Lyseni ships. Clothed in bright silks and jewels, he had a wealthy, official look to him. "You are the Kingsguard, I recall. Why would we offer parley to those who slew a Magister and burned our people?"
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Apr 9, 2014 16:25:34 GMT -5
"So you are accepting ownership of the Magister that threatened our lives?" Brandon asked. "You take responsibility for his threat to slay us with crossbowmen if we did not suck his cock?"
Aerion screeched, betraying the anger that Brandon felt but did not express. The smell of recently burned flesh hung in the air after.
"Do you claim responsibility too for the assassins who poisoned his grace my lord Prince Aegon and who violated the sanctity of Volanente pledges of peace? Do you claim responsibility for the ones who hired them? Whose sworn statements we have confessing that men among your city ordered the deed?"
He loomed steadily over the man.
"If that is what you claim, then you are right. We have nothing to parley."
He paused. "We had hoped these men, these criminals did not represent Lys. That we might be satisfied with their lives, their payments of restitution. But if you say that is not so... Well then all of Lys is forfeit. All of Lys will burn."
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 9, 2014 16:37:05 GMT -5
The man shrank back a little. "You mistake me," he replied. "I take responsibility for nothing. I had no friendship with the magister who was killed, though he was my esteemed colleague and his death was an insult to all of Lys. As for this business of assassins and poison, I myself know nothing of it. We have many magisters. Do you suppose each of us consults the other before taking action. Very likely it was the family of the good magister Ormollen, or some friend of his who did this deed. And how do I know you speak the truth? Do you bring me proof of such a grave accusation? Do you bring me a dead prince? What of this confession, did you bring it to me?"
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Apr 9, 2014 17:06:11 GMT -5
Brandon steadied Aerion between his knees, and withdrew a folded piece of parchment from within his gauntlet. "The death of that violent sodomite could only improve the quality of Lys' nobility," Brandon said with contempt.
"This bears the sworn statement of the man who contracted the murder, Methyso Staegone, and that he did so on behalf of a man named Qhoran, who himself was the agent of the Family Ormollen. I have a sworn statement from Staegone's wife that Qhoran came to their home, murdered Staegone, to cover up his crimes. I apprehended Qhoran, and he told me himself, before he died, that House Ormollen, House Forellin, and other "Friends" of Ormollen ordered the deed. These are facts."
Brandon let the parchment flutter down to the deck of the ship.
"Does Lys shield these criminals, Aye or nay?"
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 9, 2014 17:27:35 GMT -5
"I did not know they were criminals, certainly," the man replied. "I am neither an Ormollen nor a Forellin. These houses do indeed remain in Lys, but they have the protection of the city. I am sure you will understand that Lys does not bow to Westeros or to Volantis."
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Apr 9, 2014 17:31:57 GMT -5
"Then revoke the protection of the city." Brandon said, as if explaining to the man how to lace his boots, "If Lys does not turn over the Ormollens, the Forellins, their lives and property, and the lives and property of any and all of their cohorts, then she will not bow," Brandon said, "She will kneel. Those are our conditions." Brandon said.
"It seems we didn't need to parley after all. You have heard our terms. Can you provide an answer before the end of the day? I understand you may need to...vote on it, or some such thing."
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 9, 2014 17:39:03 GMT -5
"We will. You will have our answer the day after tomorrow," the man said. "These deliberations will take time, and both houses have many friends in the city. They will not surrender lightly, not even to save the city. Magister Forellin is not the kind of man to perform an act of self-sacrifice. But you will not have their property. Their property belongs to Lys."
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Apr 9, 2014 17:43:07 GMT -5
"We've no interest in the lands of Lys," Brandon said with a scowl, "You may pay restitution in coin gained from auctioning off their property amongst yourselves if you prefer. We can have our respective servants study the books of account in detail if the matter is decided favorably."
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 9, 2014 17:53:19 GMT -5
"You will not study our finances," the man said firmly. "You have no authority here. We are willing to talk terms but you will remember that the city belongs to the magisters. We will reach an accord, together, as the law demands."
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Apr 9, 2014 18:08:55 GMT -5
"Our people will review the accounts of the criminals, to insure that you are providing proper value in restitution." Brandon said. "Now go and convince your precious magisters how to vote, if they want a city left to rule."
Aerion hissed and snapped, as Brandon put his full weight into the chain, and the beast broke off, headed back to the Volantene fleet.
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 10, 2014 17:21:41 GMT -5
The Lyseni captain withdrew towards the port. There Brandon could see that he held a conference with a few of his fellows aboard the other ships. Perhaps twenty men left the ships and headed into the city, but the crews remained aboard, anxiously watching the Volantene fleet for signs of treachery.
It occurred to Brandon that he had a choice. He could either wait with the Volantenes until the two days were up or he could take advantage of his dragon and spend some time flying over the city to study the defences, though that was not without its own risks. He might even be able to judge the mood inside the city once word got out and the magisters were closeted together to discuss terms.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Apr 10, 2014 18:36:03 GMT -5
Brandon was a watcher, such was the nature of a body guard. He would spend the time taking a measure of the city, although studiously avoiding distances and altitudes. which might seem threatening.
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 10, 2014 18:50:21 GMT -5
When Brandon takes wing over the city, he notices the people giving him wary or fearful glances. He is, however, able to note a weak point at one of the guard towers some distance away from the port. It also seems less well guarded than the others. As Lys is an island, Brandon knows that it would be difficult for his enemies to flee the city, when the Volantene ships could blockade the harbour if need be. However, as he flies over the city, he notices a much smaller harbor that lacks the bustling nature of the main harbour and has fewer defences too. But he sees that a number of ships lie at anchor there.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Apr 10, 2014 19:03:03 GMT -5
Brandon returned and swung by Orys Storm "there is a secondary harbor with some ships at anchor. Keep your distance but I want you to keep an eye on them. If they make preparation to sail, tell me immediately."
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 10, 2014 19:16:20 GMT -5
"I will, ser." Orys looked solemn. Will you stay by the main harbour, ser?"
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Apr 11, 2014 5:58:55 GMT -5
Brandon nodded. "Aye for the nonce."
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 11, 2014 9:11:11 GMT -5
Orys nodded and took flight towards the distant harbour.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Apr 11, 2014 16:38:33 GMT -5
The wait began. Brandon initiated a rotation to insure dragons and riders could rest while there was another dragon watching the secret harbor.
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 11, 2014 16:56:27 GMT -5
Nothing happens on the first day. On the second day, however, it's perhaps three in the morning when Brandon is woken by Orys, who flies back to warn him "There's someone boarding one of the vessels in the small harbour now. I saw five men, then another five half an hour later, and then a woman arrived with two men bearing a heavy chest."
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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