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Post by Prince Orys Targaryen on Jun 19, 2014 0:07:40 GMT -5
A fashionable brothel known for its selective clientele.
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Post by Prince Orys Targaryen on Jun 19, 2014 0:14:31 GMT -5
Orys leads his (probably only) friend inside. "I hired a Pentoshi chef from overseas just for this place. His cuisine has the most thrilling combination of spices and sauces this city had never before seen." He didn't even bother speaking to the madame in the foyer or even direct his gaze towards her girls. There was no need. "I had him write down the recipes for me, but even I cannot fathom his formulas. Truly a master alchemist..."
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Post by Horas on Jun 19, 2014 0:27:32 GMT -5
Utherydes Bell, Chancellor of the Royal Academy, entered the brothel with the air of youth and humor of one of his own pupils shirking classes. "The Pentoshi do know their cooking. I expect that is why I have yet to meet one who is not heavier than his own horse."
Uther produced a long-stemmed pipe and lit it with a small device of his own design which automated the striking of flint and steel. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled. "You should try this, Orys," he passed the pipe over. "A colleague from the east assures me that constant ingestion of this herb will drive a man utterly mad before he turns forty. But I am already past my fortieth year, so I reckon I shall be safe."
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Post by Prince Orys Targaryen on Jun 19, 2014 0:33:38 GMT -5
Orys accepted the pipe and took a puff. "Mmmm... do you ever feel trapped here? In King's Landing? Sometimes, I should like to be an illiterate knight seeing marvels than a learned man describing them in a tiny room." He lead Uther to a large room, where there were a variety of beds and sofas. A brazier burned in the corner, while a variety of exotic alcohols lined a mantelpiece.
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Post by Horas on Jun 19, 2014 0:39:00 GMT -5
"Describe marvels?" Uther chuckled, sinking into one of the cushioned seats and popping the cork out of a bottle with practiced ease. "My good Prince, by the time I am finished with my allotted time on this sphere I will be creating marvels. As will you, I think, and mayhaps considerably earlier than me." He poured the liquid, a strong pear brandy from Tyrosh, into a glass.
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Post by Prince Orys Targaryen on Jun 19, 2014 1:03:57 GMT -5
Orys selects a rare Volantene liquor, rarer still these days. He took a sip, and then began running his index finger over the marble. The marble twisted and turned beneath his touch. There was no heat, no energy or blood magic, just the basic command of elements. "It's not so hard. People think the magic chooses, but that's a myth. That's a myth the warlocks and the red priests and the shadowbinders and the dragonriders like to tell, but really, its just like when a man puts a crown on his head and insists it was the only possible outcome." Orys shrugs. "I've lived through a lot of kings, but the dragons don't get any smarter."
He had drawn a picture of a seven pointed star. "The difference between us and the rest of this kingdom is that we aren't satisfied with easy explanations." He left the marks in the marble and took another sip, before calling for company.
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Post by Horas on Jun 19, 2014 1:29:36 GMT -5
When Uther had first come to the capital, such displays of magic would have astounded him, but he had long since grown accustomed to seeing their use and so watched Orys trace his pattern with curiosity but not shock. "There are no easy explanations. That is the beautiful thing about what we do." Uther smiled. "What does magic mean save that it is what we do not yet understand? In that sense the world is full of magic; your area of expertise simply takes that metaphor somewhat more literally than mine."
He took a long drink of his brandy. "And in this sense are we both not your illiterate knight, gazing at marvels? There is so much yet to know. But there is no place better to discover that knowledge than here."
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Post by Prince Orys Targaryen on Jun 19, 2014 1:39:40 GMT -5
"Yes!" A group of women entered, all blessed with features from different regions. "Archmaester Theobald said, I think, that it is the miracle that highlights the mundane." He grinned. "You have the first choice. I have not decided if I want a girl with soft or strong hands yet."
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Post by Horas on Jun 19, 2014 2:18:18 GMT -5
"Just one?" Uther stood up, wrapping one arm around a Dornish girl and another around a freckled northerner. "Have some ambition, Orys. Wasn't it Lornas of Lys who said that a man's reach should always exceed his grasp?" Uther grinned broadly as he let his right hand rest on the northern girl's ample bosom.
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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