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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Dec 28, 2013 17:30:27 GMT -5
Located near the dungeons below the red keep the room is of a modest size, though was increased by knocking out a few of the walls leading into the cells next door and walling off those entrances. The first room was turned into a comfortable solar with enough candles and torches on the wall to rid the room of the chill of the dungeon, where Aemon conducts his responsibilities seeing to the dungeons and supervising the chief goaler. The second segment which had previously consisted of two cells was turned into a modest yet comfortable sleeping room with rugs and a large feather bed.
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Post by Horas on Jan 5, 2014 18:10:35 GMT -5
Prince Aegon Targaryen makes his way down to the dungeons. It is not a part of the keep he oft visits. He knocks on the door and waits.
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 5, 2014 20:17:25 GMT -5
"Come on in." Aegon is able to hear from behind the thick wooden door. Once inside Aegon can see Aemon standing behind his desk rummaging through a couple of pages of what can be assumed are the reports of who is in the dungeons and the other reports that come along with the dungeons. He looks up as his nephew enters the room and smiles still in his riding leathers, covered in dust and still wind burnt from his flight back. "Ahh, Aegon. How may I be of service to you?" He asks politely.
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Post by Horas on Jan 5, 2014 20:25:35 GMT -5
"Uncle Aemon," Aegon greeted him, then cut straight to the point. "I have been granted command of this war, and I need good men to fly south with me to battle. Are you in?"
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 5, 2014 20:39:11 GMT -5
"Me and Azuria can join you in the battle." Aemon says his smile slightly fading. "I might need to take up my absence from the capital with your father if it would mean leaving my duties undone."
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Post by Horas on Jan 5, 2014 20:48:43 GMT -5
"Father has already given me leave to requisition what men and dragons we need for the war effort," Aegon answered. "And it would not mean leaving duties undone, uncle, but embracing a duty we have all left undone for far too long. I would have you take Hector Dragonbane's head and deliver some measure of justice for his crimes."
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 5, 2014 21:19:48 GMT -5
"I will certainly try." Aemon states, "When are we departing?" Aemon asks. "I am sure there are quite a few preparations to take care of before we are ready for such a large enough attack to finish this war."
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Post by Horas on Jan 5, 2014 21:23:33 GMT -5
"We are joining with Maekar's host at Cider Hall, and from there we are pressing south," Aegon replied. "Rhaena is bringing two thousand more men down from the west to join with it. It will likely take a few days before all the preparations are taken care of, but I do not wish to tarry more than necessary."
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 5, 2014 21:31:06 GMT -5
Aemon nods, "Very well. Azuria and I will be ready to leave as soon as everything is in order."
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Post by Horas on Jan 5, 2014 21:38:16 GMT -5
"Good," Aegon smiles. "I will let you know when we are ready." He turns to go, then pauses, looking back on Aemon's windswept clothes. "Were you on a journey?"
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 5, 2014 21:46:01 GMT -5
"I was taking my cousin Varryn up north on that foolhardy journey of his." Aemon replies evenly. "I felt I would give the poor guy a ride on a real dragon before he tries to find an imaginary one."
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Post by Horas on Jan 5, 2014 21:51:18 GMT -5
Aegon frowned. Varryn's quest was foolhardy, but mayhaps the man was desperate. There had been a time when Aegon and Varryn were the only men in the family without a dragon, and Aegon felt a certain kinship to him for that. "By himself?" Aegon sighed. "I hope he doesn't get himself killed."
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 5, 2014 23:41:18 GMT -5
"Even Desperation is no cause to be foolish." Aemon states. "What ever may happens to him is not for us to decide, me may never even know his fate."
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Post by Horas on Jan 5, 2014 23:52:47 GMT -5
Aegon sighed. "I suppose not. Still, I hope he comes home safe, dragon or not." Aegon gives Aemon a final nod, then turns to leave.
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 5, 2014 23:57:17 GMT -5
"Aye." Aemon says as he watches Aegon leave. Once gone, he turns his attention back to the sheets on his table, before writing down a few notes and heading to gather his war supplies.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too