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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on May 22, 2014 22:26:16 GMT -5
She circled back later, making sure she took a wide enough turn around so the party would not see her, and definitely took the body to burn in a more appropriate place later because fuck that asshole Barathy.
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Post by The Gambler on May 22, 2014 22:30:07 GMT -5
Crows had already opened his belly and were pecking away at his entrails by the time she arrived. They dumped out all over the place to bake in the hot sun as she sullied her hands trying to wrap his body by her lonesome. She found she was unable to carry the body either, instead unceremoniously dragging it. It was a hollow victory at best.
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on May 22, 2014 22:31:18 GMT -5
Tears briefly welled in Rhaegar's eyes as he watched Baratheon defile his grandfather's corpse and them met Visenya's eyes. He brushed them away angry at himself for his sign of weakness. After Visenya took off he turned to offer what aid he could to Quentyn Martell even though he appeared to be the more seriously wounded.
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on May 22, 2014 22:32:23 GMT -5
She still felt better even though it was really horrible and she definitely puked everywhere and gave those poor Dornish crows more awful things to feast upon. Also she used a tool of some sort because like hell would she touch gross shit like that.
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Post by The Gambler on May 22, 2014 22:35:07 GMT -5
She found herself unable to actually lift the body onto her dragon, so would be forced to burn it here, though that would risk tipping off the Dornish patrols. Some of the carrion birds began to peck viciously at her face and hands as she came between them and their meal. Bird shit got in her hair.
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on May 23, 2014 0:16:01 GMT -5
She made a face and gagged again, but managed not to retch. Her stomach was already emptied. She retreated to her dragon, wiping a scrap of cloth against her dirtied hair and climbed back onto Silverwing.
They rose again, and then Visenya whispered, "Dracarys."
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Post by The Gambler on May 23, 2014 1:12:10 GMT -5
The body finally burned, sending up a black plume of acrid smoke. A Dornish patrol from Wyl would likely arrive shortly to inspect the source.
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Post by Vhagar on May 23, 2014 1:50:24 GMT -5
Tears briefly welled in Rhaegar's eyes as he watched Baratheon defile his grandfather's corpse and them met Visenya's eyes. He brushed them away angry at himself for his sign of weakness. After Visenya took off he turned to offer what aid he could to Quentyn Martell even though he appeared to be the more seriously wounded. Quentyn gradually regained consciousness. Groaning in pain, he looked up at Rhaegar and blinked groggily. "Targaryen. Where am I? What happened? Did you know you're bleeding?" Rhaegar realised that he would need help to clean and bandage his wounds. |
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on May 23, 2014 2:29:04 GMT -5
"My grandfather is dead. Murdered by Baratheon. We are their prisoners." he said in a low voice. He ripped a strip of cloth off his doublet. There was some water in a flask one of the more kindly guards had left for them. Rhaegar tipped out the water over his leg wound, cleaning out some of the blood. He then poured what was left over his shoulder wound and the cut on his face.
Here help me with this." he said to Quentyn indicating his leg and the strip of cloth.
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Post by Vhagar on May 23, 2014 9:58:45 GMT -5
"Of course. I can't believe it. Mother will be furious," Quentyn grumbled. He took the cloth, wetted the end and continued to clean out the wound to Rhaegar's leg as much as possible. It was a painful experience for Rhaegar. "Sorry," Quentyn murmured. "I'm no septon. You'll have to make do without milk of the poppy or wine to wash out the wound, for now."
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on May 23, 2014 10:16:31 GMT -5
Visenya and Silverwing flew away to Kings Landing.
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on May 23, 2014 17:14:09 GMT -5
"It will have to do." said Rhaegar grimacing in pain.
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Post by Vhagar on May 23, 2014 18:30:38 GMT -5
"Yes." Quentyn didn't look happy thought he did his best to wash and bind the wounds.. "Let's hope Baratheon stops at some castle or other on the way to Kings Landing."
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on May 23, 2014 20:52:04 GMT -5
Rhaegar leaned back and closed his eyes momentarily. "I can't work out how my grandfather let himself be duped in such a way, especially when held all the cards. Wyl would have been the obvious place to make the exchange and my grandfather should have demanded such." he said to Quentyn. "We were outnumbered and the treachery had obviously been planned beforehand. Killing him was not a spur of the moment thing. Dorne will be in uproar when your mother learns of the news."
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Post by Vhagar on May 24, 2014 7:17:58 GMT -5
"Yes. Trystane has been hoping to avoid war, but Mother can hardly do nothing, now, even though she hated your grandsire for years. He was still a Dornishman, and killing him was a deliberate insult. But I think he was living in the past. He must have thought the Stormlords would still look favourably on a man who marched under your father's banner. ~But it is done now. I hope they will ransom me home soon. But I doubt they will send you back to Dorne."
Quentyn sighed rather heavily. Of all the Martells he had the most easygoing temperament, so captivity would sit easier on him than upon his kin, but he still felt the shame of it.
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on May 24, 2014 17:57:31 GMT -5
Rhaegar nodded wearily at Quentyn's words. His leg throbbed with pain. "If I don't make it Quentyn and you get back to Dorne, tell Alayne Wyl I loved her."
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Post by Vhagar on May 24, 2014 18:55:27 GMT -5
Quentyn looked at Rhaegar in surprise. "Did you? I didn't know that. But I'll tell her, if you can't," he promised.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too