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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 25, 2012 10:36:33 GMT -5
The captain was checking his manifest when he heard a slight commotion on the deck. Opening the door to his cabin, he noticed a golden dragon in front of him, and a hungover passenger running down the ramp that connected the ship to the harbor. "Bloody hells?" Shaking his head, the captain took the message he was about to deliver to the Jolly Giant and threw it into the bay.
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 27, 2012 9:01:56 GMT -5
Princess Lavinia found herself in the harbour again, having taken a wrong turn during her shopping tour. She wore the pink dress, which hardly contained her size. Her hips and tummy were bigger as well as her thighs and her face had become much fuller, with quite chunky cheeks. The small skirt did nothing to contain her big behind.
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Post by Euron Drumm on Aug 27, 2012 9:07:39 GMT -5
A loud whistle sounded behind her and a familiar voice called out "Come to me, wench! I could use a new salt wife."
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 27, 2012 9:09:13 GMT -5
The fat princess stopped and turned slowly about, a mocking expression on her face. "Who dares talk to me like that?" She asked, looking around for the offending party.
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Post by Euron Drumm on Aug 27, 2012 9:11:54 GMT -5
Euron Drumm stood there, hands folded across his chest and grinning.
"You look familiar, wench. Did I have you already? No matter, I can always have you again. Now come here."
He beckoned to her with an arrogant gesture.
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 27, 2012 9:13:19 GMT -5
Lavinia placed one hand delicately on her hip and did a girly walk to him, which looked rather silly. "You have definitely not had me, you little slime. I am the Princess of Dorne."
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Post by Euron Drumm on Aug 27, 2012 9:18:44 GMT -5
Euron burst out laughing. The woman looked utterly ridiculous and he knew she wasn't the princess of Dorne, anyway.
"Oh no. I met the Princess the other day. You're not her. She was half your size," he said, demonstrating the princess's original width with his hands.
"But one night with me will make any woman feel like a princess," he boasted. "So come here."
He grabbed her arm somewhat roughly.
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 27, 2012 9:20:17 GMT -5
Lavinia pulled her dagger out again and showed it to the man, which he would recognize. "Did you just imply that I had gained weight?" She asked dangerously, her face set in a sneer.
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Post by Euron Drumm on Aug 27, 2012 9:24:19 GMT -5
He hesitated for a moment, uncertain now. She had the princess' dagger but maybe she had stolen it? Perhaps she was the princess' handmaiden, or had been. Surely no woman could gain that much wait since he'd met the princess?
"Perhaps I did," he said, grabbing at the hand which held the dagger and trying to wrest it from her grasp.
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 27, 2012 9:26:24 GMT -5
"Give that back!" Lavinia demanded after Euron wrested the dagger off her with ease. "You have just stolen from the heir to Dorne," She added, both hands now on her hips. "You will pay for that!"
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Post by Euron Drumm on Aug 27, 2012 9:36:57 GMT -5
"I doubt it," he said. "But you might."
He held her with one hand, the other holding her dagger.
"Now come along, wench. I wish to investigate your claims, so 'tis time for an interrogation. And don't you dare scream or else I'll cut you."
The dagger pressed into her side.
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 27, 2012 10:00:41 GMT -5
Damon Wyl watched from a distance before returning to the Red Keep. He would collect all the things he needed.
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Post by Euron Drumm on Aug 27, 2012 10:20:09 GMT -5
An hour or so later, the Blood Hand, ship of Euron Drumm, sails away from Kings Landing.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 29, 2012 4:48:55 GMT -5
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Pod and his company arrived in the Docks, 20 men, being five hill tribe men, 5 knights, 9 Baelish Guards and little Lars Royce. Right infront of them loomed his father's ship, one of the biggest of the humble Baelish navy, his eyes gleamed. "Finally, Petyr's Pride ... Ready youselves gentlemen, we leave as soon as Ser Hyde and his men arrive."
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Post by Ser Hyde Mormont on Aug 29, 2012 8:56:38 GMT -5
Hyde came on horse, he was wearing a brown doublet and his Mormont cloack. Following him were the 6 men with whom he had traveled to King's Landing. He saw Pod and his men, he started to wonder how big the ship was.
He went up to Podrick, "Good day Pod, " he nodded at Pod's men. "I forgot to tell you yesterday, I came to King's Landing with 6 of my men, I must've been too tired from the tourney. How big is this ship of yours??..." He was kind of worried.
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