Pyke
Westeros 
Clown Prince
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Post by Pyke on Jun 17, 2014 8:35:04 GMT -5
Lavishly decorated. Discarded paper and empty bottles of wine scatter the room. A massive bed commands the most attention.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 17, 2014 8:41:12 GMT -5
Queen Rhaena arrived in the room without knocking, entering just past midday, a dragon guard behind her. She was dressed in leather trousers and a loose fitting red shirt, dark sister on her hip, her Dragonstone bow over her shoulder, the black and red circlet on her head from Valyria.
"You missed court this morning,"
Ser Tym Drake shadowed the Queen armored a suit of steel plate, enameled crimson and black in a pattern that created the illusion of flames raging across his torso. A longsword and dagger hung at his hip as always, and the distinctive helm of the Dragonguard covered the top half of his face in a fearsome visage, leaving only his lower jaw visible.
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Pyke
Westeros
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Post by Pyke on Jun 17, 2014 8:44:22 GMT -5
A low groan sounded from the royal bed. "Vermithor take the court." Prince Maegor Targaryen lay sprawled, naked but for the heavy green quilt preserving his dignity. He showed no clear signs of stirring.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 17, 2014 8:51:25 GMT -5
"He will do, if you do not start learning how to rule," Rhaena said, looking at the lump in the quilt where her son was, "Get up."
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Pyke
Westeros
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Post by Pyke on Jun 17, 2014 8:58:27 GMT -5
Maegor pulled a pillow over his head. He made some retort but it was made indiscernible by the cushion.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 17, 2014 10:09:16 GMT -5
Rhaena looked impassively at her son for a long moment before moving her hand minutely and summoning shadows to pull Maegor out of bed by his ankles.
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 17, 2014 11:06:27 GMT -5
Rhaena requires 100 to pass:
Roll: 50 + Apprentice (60) = Success!
Shadowy tendrils creep inward from the edges of the room, reminiscent of the tentacles of some grotesque sea-creature. One tendril slithers under the blankets, and with a rough jerk Prince Maegor is dumped out of his bed onto a heap on the floor. The blankets tangled around him as fell, preserving his modesty somewhat, and Ser Tym Drake stood behind the Queen, glad that nobody was looking at him as he struggled to keep a small smirk off his face. The shadow tendrils disappeared as fast as they appeared, leaving the Prince and his blankets lying in the floor rushes.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 17, 2014 12:11:22 GMT -5
"I told you to get up." Rhaena said, looking down at the pathetic heap that her son had turned into, the smart, dutiful boy she had raised was not this thing in front of her, she would have strong words with Tyrell for purposefully sabotaging the realm.
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Pyke
Westeros
Clown Prince
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Post by Pyke on Jun 17, 2014 23:34:30 GMT -5
Maegor yelped as he was pulled to the floor. "Gods, mother! Have you gone mad?" He swore in the Valyrian tongue as he scrambled to stand, his blankets wrapped up around him. "That black magic." He shuddered. "It wasn't necessary."
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 18, 2014 2:21:36 GMT -5
"I think you are the one who has gone mad, openly disobeying an order from your queen," she said, not looking amused, "I told you to get up, and now you are up, I would say there were necessary, now get dressed, unless you want help with that too?"
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Pyke
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Post by Pyke on Jun 18, 2014 8:39:18 GMT -5
"To what purpose? You yourself said court has already ended." He walked over to a side-table and began rifling through the jugs. "Wine would do better in any case."
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 18, 2014 8:48:19 GMT -5
"Do you think court is all I do as queen?" She asked, tone returning to impassive.
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Pyke
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Post by Pyke on Jun 18, 2014 8:55:02 GMT -5
"No." He lifted a decanter and sniffed it. "You rather seem to enjoy badgering me too. Wine? It's plum."
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 18, 2014 9:12:51 GMT -5
"Get dressed," Rhaena said, she thought her son was too old to be beaten, but also thought he was too old to be acting in such a manner, "Do you realise, you are my heir, and so when I die you need to know what you are doing?" She walked over to her son, grabbed the wine and threw it out of the open window.
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Pyke
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Post by Pyke on Jun 18, 2014 9:23:07 GMT -5
"My wine." Maegor cried sadly, watching it fall and crash on a parapet below.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 18, 2014 10:59:57 GMT -5
"No. My wine." his mother said, "And you will join it if you do not get dressed, or do you need Ser Timothey's help doing even that?"
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Pyke
Westeros
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Post by Pyke on Jun 19, 2014 2:22:50 GMT -5
Maegor scoffed and glanced at the Dragonguard, "I hardly think that would be appropriate." Nonetheless, he tossed his blanket back on the bed and began rifling through the nearest chest of clothes, clearly not caring much for his own modesty. "Shall I be requiring riding leathers? I see you're almost half-dressed for battle." He remarked.
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 19, 2014 6:33:44 GMT -5
A knock rings out on the door, but before anyone can respond, Rhaena hears hear other son's voice from the hall. "Maegor, get up. Beron and Lyonel and I are riding out after a massive boar that was reportedly seen in the Kingswood yesterday, it's said to be thirty stone! Lyonel wants the gold you lost to him in dice last week, before we all ride to Lannisport for his tournament."
Maegor vaguely the dice game in question, but he diced often with both Lord Lannister and the heir to the North, as well as anyone else with a pair of dice to tell it truly, and he also remembered that his friend Lyonel had been talking about hosting a tournament for several weeks.
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Pyke
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Post by Pyke on Jun 19, 2014 7:49:26 GMT -5
"Lannisters and their bloody gold." Maegor cursed. "Give me a moment!" From the chest he drew riding leathers and a fanciful black doublet. On its centre was the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen, laced with silver. He began to dress himself with fresh urgency.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 19, 2014 19:20:22 GMT -5
"He will not be going," The Queen said through the door still looking at her eldest, "The realm does not stop and wait for wild boars, Traegon, you will be going alone."
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 19, 2014 19:29:10 GMT -5
"Mother?" Traegon said in surprise, opening the door? "What are you doing here?" he asked, forgetting his manners in surprise. "Er… your grace…"
Before waiting for her to reply though, he continued. "He never wants to go hunting, I just want to get Lyonel's gold from him so that we can ride directly for Lannisport after we've finished hunting, rather than coming back to the Keep first. Lyonel means to host a massive tournament, to celebrate his sister's fourteenth name day, and he confided that he wishes to award her hand to the victor," he said. Rhaena noticed that he was distinctly more excited about the tournament itself, than about the possibility of winning the girl's hand.
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Pyke
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Post by Pyke on Jun 19, 2014 19:48:21 GMT -5
"I don't mind hunting." Maegor muttered. "As long as there's drink." He hoisted his leggings up and tightened them, now all business. "Tell Lyonel I shall want to place fifty gold dragons on you winning his tournament. That should keep the Lion at bay."
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 19, 2014 19:55:16 GMT -5
"You had best hope you do not win then, it would be a shame to have to rebuff Lord Lannister, there is but one person in this Kingdom who makes royal marriage appointments, Traegon." She did not like tourneys as most people knew.
She turned to Maegor, "Pay your brother so that he may pay Lord Lyonel, and try to turn your attention to something you are good at, which is clearly not doing as your told. Now hurry up," she said, quickly losing patience with her eldest son.
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 19, 2014 20:02:40 GMT -5
"That will depend on if Ser Edmyn Arryn is present. I usually win, when he is not, though I've never unhorsed him," Traegon said with a laugh that turned into a frown at the last. He did not mention Lord Lannister's sister again.
"Whatever you say, brother, but if I lose I shall expect you to ransom back my horse and armor as well, for jinxing me," he added with another laugh.
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Pyke
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Post by Pyke on Jun 19, 2014 20:19:10 GMT -5
Maegor's eyes threw daggers at this mother but he reached down into the same chest of clothes all the same, and produced a small sack of gold hidden within. He fingered through it briefly before tightening its strings and tossing it to his brother. "That should be half of it. Do me a favor and win."
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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