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Post by Varryn Targaryen on May 21, 2014 8:58:23 GMT -5
Malcolm Targaryen leaves the keep of Dragonstone dressed in dark leather armor in the middle of the night, then makes his way towards his dragon's resting place, keeping his eyes up for any sentries, although he doesn't try explicitly to remain hidden. When he reaches his dragon, he checks the saddle and tightens the straps, whistling quietly.
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Post by The Gambler on May 21, 2014 11:27:09 GMT -5
Malcolm does not make it far before he realizes there are guards tailing his ever move.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on May 21, 2014 11:43:20 GMT -5
Malcolm whistled quietly, a low tune that seemed to make his dragon focus on him. After a few seconds, he turned back and walked towards the keep, and his dragon started to slink back from sight. Malcolm slipped into a shaded corner after turning towards the keep again, waiting for his guard tail to pass him by.
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Post by The Gambler on May 21, 2014 15:20:53 GMT -5
They did nothing of the sort, making no secret to their purpose and they stopped before him, waiting.
"Would you not perhaps be more comfortable in your chambers, Prince Malcolm?" one of them inquired, after growing impatient.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on May 21, 2014 15:25:22 GMT -5
Malcolm laughed quietly, shaking his head. "It's too stuffy in there, and the permeating scent of distrust and condescension builds up after a while. There is a war out there, and you're stuck with babysitting duty." Malcolm looked at his surroundings as he spoke, checking the walls for any holds he could use to climb.
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Post by The Gambler on May 21, 2014 15:30:21 GMT -5
The Valyrian spellforged walls at many handholds to grab, many in the shape of various dragons, though Malcolm doubted he'd climb far before the guards beat him back down.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on May 21, 2014 15:36:05 GMT -5
Malcolm moved past the guards and returned his journey back to the keep, shaking his head. "I do believe I'd like to speak to your king again. I came here in good faith to warn him of treachery and he treats me like a criminal."
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Post by The Gambler on May 21, 2014 15:39:18 GMT -5
"With the way you slink in the shadows, can you blame him?" one of the guards jested.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on May 21, 2014 15:44:30 GMT -5
"I suspected he would do exactly this, and there is only one way to confirm that." Malcolm looked at the guard that spoke and shook his head. "I'll give you three guesses what it is."
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Post by The Gambler on May 21, 2014 16:00:01 GMT -5
Both guards put their hands on the pommel of their weapons, clearly too annoyed for games.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on May 21, 2014 16:02:27 GMT -5
Malcolm chuckled quietly and reached the keep, then returned to his room. "Blasted lackwits trying to keep me here like I'm a prisoner."
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Post by The Gambler on May 21, 2014 16:09:17 GMT -5
"Who's the lackwit? The lackwit or the lackwit imprisoned by lackwits?" one of the guards asked, looking quite pleased with himself with what he thought was a genius turn of phrase.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on May 21, 2014 17:26:52 GMT -5
"That depends, which one of you is smarter?" Malcolm looked between the two of them as if it was a serious question.
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Post by The Gambler on May 21, 2014 22:40:10 GMT -5
Both men instinctively pointed to the other.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on May 21, 2014 23:00:38 GMT -5
Malcolm nodded, taking a seat at the table in his room. "Good, scholars and the like are too rude. Can I get either of you a drink?" Malcolm poured himself a glass of wine and offered two cups to them.
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Post by The Gambler on May 22, 2014 21:51:41 GMT -5
The guards took them eagerly, without a second thought at drinking on the job.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on May 22, 2014 22:22:45 GMT -5
Malcolm lifted his glass in a mock toast, chuckling. "To good drinks and bad jobs." He drank his wine slowly, although he eagerly refilled the guards' any time they requested it.
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Post by The Gambler on May 22, 2014 22:24:37 GMT -5
The guards were not the sharpest knives in the drawer, but they knew enough not to get shitfaced on duty.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on May 22, 2014 22:26:18 GMT -5
"So, either of you have families?" Malcolm asked casually once the drinking began to slow, letting out a pleased sigh.
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Post by The Gambler on May 22, 2014 22:38:49 GMT -5
"Wife and two runts." one of them replied. The other just shook his head.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on May 22, 2014 22:43:40 GMT -5
"We've been at war with someone for some reason for many years. Let us hope this issue between King Aegon and Prince Maekar will be laid to rest soon. To return home to a family," Malcolm nodded at the guard that spoke, "or to live long enough to make one."
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Post by Horas on May 22, 2014 23:02:03 GMT -5
Whether through serendipity or informed of his guest's nighttime wanderings, the king makes his way down the hall, trailed by a quintet of royal guards. He is not in armor, but Penance gleams dark and deadly on his hip. "Prince Malcolm," Aegon acknowledged him, "Out for a stroll tonight?"
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on May 23, 2014 0:01:40 GMT -5
"I thought some fresh air would be nice, and now I'm enjoying a drink with my prison guards." Malcolm smiled at Aegon, though it showed a hint of displeasure in it. "I'm surprised at the level of hospitality you offer royalty here."
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Post by Horas on May 23, 2014 0:07:04 GMT -5
"Trust is earned," Aegon replied informally, either not noticing or reacting to Malcolm's displeasure. "How is your skill at arms, Malcolm? I find myself growing restless, and I am in need of a sparring partner."
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on May 23, 2014 0:21:51 GMT -5
Malcolm shrugged, standing when he mentioned it. "There is always more to learn, but I believe I can hold my own against most men."
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too