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Post by Vhagar on Apr 19, 2014 8:33:25 GMT -5
A bedchamber given over to Ser Elyas Sand.
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 19, 2014 8:34:21 GMT -5
The day after his invitation to drink with Prince Trystane, Elyas was disturbed by someone knocking urgently on his door.
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Apr 19, 2014 11:37:57 GMT -5
Elyas rose, none the worse for his meagre two glasses of wine. He was grateful he had taken his leave when he had, lest he had drunk to much and been unnable to perform his duties. He hurriedly clothed himself and opened the door.
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 19, 2014 14:26:54 GMT -5
Ser Aurane stood there, clothed in riding leathers with a sandsilk cloak and a round helm under his arm. Though he usually wore a smile, today his expression was sober. He carried a lance and a sword hung at his hip, a shield was strapped to his back.
"Princess Sarella is sending us to the gates. Prince Trystane has already headed out. There is is an intruder outside the city. A Targaryen." He spat the word. "Get your weapons and we'll be off."
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Apr 19, 2014 14:37:18 GMT -5
Ser Aurane stood there, clothed in riding leathers with a sandsilk cloak and a round helm under his arm. Though he usually wore a smile, today his expression was sober. He carried a lance and a sword hung at his hip, a shield was strapped to his back. "Princess Sarella is sending us to the gates. Prince Trystane has already headed out. There is is an intruder outside the city. A Targaryen." He spat the word. "Get your weapons and we'll be off." Ser Elyas kept his weapons in his quarters and tended to them himself. "A Targaryen? Are they...mounted?" Elyas inquired, as he hurried to don the light chain mail he wore each day. Having done so he slid his finely sharpened bastard blade into the scabbard at his side before adding a plain wooden shield to his back. He did not keep a lance in his chambers, so instead equipped himself with the shortbow that lay neglected at the side of the room, tucking several arrows into his belt as he went. |
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 19, 2014 15:06:12 GMT -5
"The party is on horseback, but I would imagine it would be a fool who would risk upsetting his companions' horses by the close proximity of a dragon," Aurane said grimly. "But there have been rumours of dragons in the area again, though whether this Targaryen has anything to do with it or whether one of the beasts has been roaming from Dragonstone, I could not say. So best come prepared."
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Apr 19, 2014 15:14:05 GMT -5
"The party is on horseback, but I would imagine it would be a fool who would risk upsetting his companions' horses by the close proximity of a dragon," Aurane said grimly. "But there have been rumours of dragons in the area again, though whether this Targaryen has anything to do with it or whether one of the beasts has been roaming from Dragonstone, I could not say. So best come prepared." Elyas thrust several more arrows into his belt before grabbing his helm, which he could not help but doubt would be of any use against a dragon's fire. "I am ready. Let us join the Prince." Elyas declared, grabbing a white sandsilk cloak as he made his way toward where Aurane awaited him. (OOC: should we switch to Rhaegar's thread?) |
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 19, 2014 15:22:20 GMT -5
OOC - yes please.
Aurane led the way to the gates.
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 29, 2014 17:55:26 GMT -5
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The wounded Elyas is brought to his chamber and laid down. Once there, a female healer hurries to attend him. She delves into her bag of potions and salves while a maid cuts off Elyas clothing, and another servant brings a kettle of warm water. Prince Trystane hovers by the door, watching as the healer got to work.
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Apr 29, 2014 19:14:02 GMT -5
Elyas starred blankly at his wall for some time before noticing the presence of Prince Trystane. "Your grace?"
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 29, 2014 19:14:42 GMT -5
"I'm here," Trystane murmured. "Sorry about all this. I never meant to see you harmed. Where is Aurane?"
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Apr 29, 2014 19:20:03 GMT -5
Elyas gave his head a very slight shake. "I believe the dragon buried him with all the other dornishmen he led to their deaths." He said quietly.
"He saved my life." He added after a moment.
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 30, 2014 5:53:30 GMT -5
"Did he? That was noble of him." Trystane looked pained. "Lady Dalt will be most wroth with me for losing her favourite son." He left the rest of it unsaid. Aurane had been heir to Lemonwood. Now his brother would be their mother's heir, and he was different sort of man altogether, less amiable than Aurane and often cruel to his servants.
Trystane was silent for an awkward moment. All they could hear, aside from Elyas' ragged breath and the more even breathing of the prince and the servants, was the sound of the healer tutting over Elyas' burns as she examined their severity. Then Trystane said, unexpectedly, "He was my best friend. I ought never have sent him, or you. Can you ever forgive me?"
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Apr 30, 2014 10:56:51 GMT -5
"You did nought wrong, your grace." Elyas replied. "The blame lies with the dragon who saw fit to fly to Dorne."
His highly burnt face appeared to scowl as he referred to Rhaegar.
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 30, 2014 11:00:48 GMT -5
"Which dragon? Or both? None of this would have happened if both had stayed away."
The healer came forward with a concoction in a goblet. "Wine with milk of the poppy. The pain will be worse before it is better. Drink it down before I wash the burns."
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Apr 30, 2014 13:48:11 GMT -5
Elyas accepted the wine, and holding it with two blistering hands, raised it to his mouth a slowly drank it, a thin line of wine running down his chin. He handed the emptied goblet back to his caregiver.
"Both." He then said in way of reply. "Neither should ever have come here. I fear it may have been a grave error to suffer their presence, with all due respect to her grace.""
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 30, 2014 14:41:12 GMT -5
"Yes, it may seem like it now. But at least the girl's beast is dead. The Targaryens themselves are not quite so troublesome as a fire-breathing creature. I don't know what Mother will do now. I hope she sends them both back to Kings Landing. Ghaston Grey might serve, but I'd not wish that on anybody."
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Apr 30, 2014 16:29:32 GMT -5
"Yes, it may seem like it now. But at least the girl's beast is dead. The Targaryens themselves are not quite so troublesome as a fire-breathing creature. I don't know what Mother will do now. I hope she sends them both back to Kings Landing. Ghaston Grey might serve, but I'd not wish that on anybody." "But what of the Marcher Lords?" Elyas replied. "Some of them saw fit to proclaim themselves Rhaegar's men after the beast was slain. And surely that dragon has a beast as well. I no longer am certain the man can be turned away." |
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 30, 2014 16:47:19 GMT -5
"If he had a dragon, why didn't he bring it with him?" Trystane countered. "You may be sure Mother will subject him to a thorough interrogation, my friend."
There's a lot of pain as the healer begins her work, though at least the milk of the poppy starts to take the edge off.
"So what do you make of these two who have a blood kinship to you?" Trystane asked.
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Apr 30, 2014 16:59:18 GMT -5
"If he had a dragon, why didn't he bring it with him?" Trystane countered. "You may be sure Mother will subject him to a thorough interrogation, my friend." There's a lot of pain as the healer begins her work, though at least the milk of the poppy starts to take the edge off. "So what do you make of these two who have a blood kinship to you?" Trystane asked. "I would prefer it if they didn't. If the rumours I heard on our return journey are true then the Princess is utterly lacking in moral fiber and is at best a murderer. As for her kinsman...",Elyas shook his head with disgust and spoke with undisguised venom. "He claims to respect Dorne, but trods upon our sovereignty with everything he does. He acts as if he rules the Principality when he is nought but a guest of your mother, and those he leads are lacking in intelligence but well endowed with a misplaced personal loyalty to him." |
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 30, 2014 17:36:17 GMT -5
"Indeed. I will be sure to tell my mother that. Be that as it may, yourself and your uncle were both wounded by this dragon, I know. I intend to petition Mother to let both your cousins go home. I am sure Lord Fowler will appreciate the gesture. As for the Targaryens, I suspect Mother will send them away."
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on Apr 30, 2014 17:40:57 GMT -5
"Indeed. I will be sure to tell my mother that. Be that as it may, yourself and your uncle were both wounded by this dragon, I know. I intend to petition Mother to let both your cousins go home. I am sure Lord Fowler will appreciate the gesture. As for the Targaryens, I suspect Mother will send them away." "I am sure he will, your grace." Elyas replied, leaving his doubts of Lord Fowler's allegiance to Sunspear unspoken. "But what of Lord Yronwood? He will hardly be appeased by such a gesture, and it is my belief he has aspirations to see his relative on the throne in King's Landing." |
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 30, 2014 17:53:26 GMT -5
"Of course he does. He always has, as you well know. But Mother has no obligation to make it happen and more of the lords are loyal to her than to Yronwood. So this Targaryen will need to offer a great deal for Mother to even consider giving him aid. Besides, it would be the height of folly for Dorne alone to stand with him. He will need other allies if he is to stand any chance at all. Fear not, Elyas, it is not very likely that Mother will help him."
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Post by Lord Elyas Dryland on May 1, 2014 0:44:18 GMT -5
"Of course he does. He always has, as you well know. But Mother has no obligation to make it happen and more of the lords are loyal to her than to Yronwood. So this Targaryen will need to offer a great deal for Mother to even consider giving him aid. Besides, it would be the height of folly for Dorne alone to stand with him. He will need other allies if he is to stand any chance at all. Fear not, Elyas, it is not very likely that Mother will help him." "I will rest easier knowing that, your grace." Elyas said, with what appeared to be a brief small smile. His eyes dimmed slightly, losing the sharpness of their focus, as the milk of the poppy began to take greater effect. Elyas was no longer forced to clench his teeth as he spoke, and while the pain remained noticeable, it was no longer intolerable. |
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Post by Vhagar on May 1, 2014 4:10:59 GMT -5
"I'm glad. Rest easy, Elyas." Trystane smiled at him and departed.
The healer continued her work. The time passed quickly enough and then, finally, when the injuries were salved and bandaged, the woman said "Get some sleep, now. You will feel better afterwards."
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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