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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Jan 10, 2019 19:48:47 GMT
“Valysar originally, then the Old city, then...here and there before I came here,” Jonarth said, going to continue on before the wolfman interrupted.
“Yes, yes, it’s a magnificent...party,” he finished, remembering he had a frame job to work on in addition to everything else in his basket. “You look certain to win the contest in the maze,” he offered, “any wolf can smell a monkey a mile away.”
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Post by The Terror on Jan 10, 2019 19:57:27 GMT
Rhaenys pushed away the masked offender's hand. "Don't touch me, Laenar." The good mood Jonarth had cultivated with the future Lady Graevyn had just been been ruined by this masked shitheel.
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Post by Aelyx Caltarys on Jan 10, 2019 20:10:19 GMT
“Of course,” Aelyx said with a grin, the apples of her cheeks pushing the mask up slightly as she did so. “I look forward to it, I’d say I’d introduce you to Aeradar but to be invited you must already know him. Enjoy the maze” she inclined her head and headed back to where she left her date, seeing him moved on she decided to go find others to talk to also, after all that was the point of the party.
She procured a bottle of wine from a servant and approached the man who looked like one of their guards, but she was sure if any of Aeradar’s staff just stood about in such a manner they’d be flogged, ad this she approached the captain. “Can I too you up?”
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Post by The Horror on Jan 11, 2019 1:12:15 GMT
"Lady Rhaenys and Master Dabrezzio!" Laenar said in a surprised tone, he seemed genuinely joyful to have stumbled upon the two. He quickly removed his hand from her shoulder. "I had not realized who you were. Though I must compliment you on your fine choice of masks for the evening."
"I've heard about what happened to that other patron of yours, Dabrezzio. Dreadful, dreadful series of events. To think that we used to drink on the same tavern... Tsc tsc tsc." Laenar said shifting his weight on his feet, using a tone of real grief. "But of course, I won't bother you with such a subject in this lovely evening. Especially since I don't want to interrupt your courting of this beautiful lady." He friendly tapped the bartender on the shoulder.
"I will, of course, be taking my leave. I see that I have intruded for too long." Even with the mask covering Laenar's face, Jonarth could clearly picture a sly smile growing on his lips. "We'll talk later, won't we, Jon?"
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Post by The Terror on Jan 11, 2019 4:08:35 GMT
Rhaenys Graevyn gives Jonarth a harsh look. "I understand you're a businessman, but if I am to understand you are friends with this predator, it is probably best I cut our friendship short. Good night, Master Dabrezzio." She turned her back to him and began looking for her grandfather.
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Post by The Terror on Jan 11, 2019 4:47:28 GMT
"I cannot say that I have," Aeradar lied with false modesty, smiling behind his golden mask. "That said, if you believe my talents can benefit the colony and better guide its economic well being than our current Lord Treasurer, I would be honored to accept the responsibility. I trust I can count on House Maltalos to put forward a motion to that effect at the next meeting of the Lord's Council?" I will, of course, exert what influence I am able to ensure the vote is a foregone conclusion before the meeting is even called to order." All talk of politics seems to have fled the businessman's mind when Aelyx arrives. "Forgive my sudden crassness, my lord but... Lord Adaxios just arrived with some Valyrian whore from the Slave Quarter." There a blend of revulsion and amazement in Naerys's voice. "The Lord Governor would have a bloody fit if he saw that. I mean, I quite understand the financial necessity of the man but... her poor mother." Several other guests appeared to be echoing the same sentiment. "Where was I? Ah yes. Well, I shall speak to Father about this. Hopefully, something can be arranged before the next meeting of the City Council. Truth to tell, I don't think Lord Taernarys has been particularly interested in the great game for some time, so I think a simple vote has a good chance of receiving his approval."
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Post by The Terror on Jan 11, 2019 5:06:49 GMT
“Of course,” Aelyx said with a grin, the apples of her cheeks pushing the mask up slightly as she did so. “I look forward to it, I’d say I’d introduce you to Aeradar but to be invited you must already know him. Enjoy the maze” she inclined her head and headed back to where she left her date, seeing him moved on she decided to go find others to talk to also, after all that was the point of the party. She procured a bottle of wine from a servant and approached the man who looked like one of their guards, but she was sure if any of Aeradar’s staff just stood about in such a manner they’d be flogged, ad this she approached the captain. “Can I too you up?” "Eehhhhh?" The sellsword captain looks up from his glass. He studies her, trying to 'recognize' her from the local community, but gives up after a few seconds. "Aye... as you're offering." He wore an ornate sword at his hip, one of the few weapons in the room. Aelyx could make out the custom pommel as a seven pointed edifice. Based on this and the man's accent, he was obviously Pentoshi and paying homage to the Seven Hills of Andalos his people once controlled. Whether he might be of Andal descent was difficult to say, but the distinction meant far less in Pentos than in the Seven Kingdoms.
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Jan 11, 2019 6:21:59 GMT
Rhaenys Graevyn gives Jonarth a harsh look. "I understand you're a businessman, but if I am to understand you are friends with this predator, it is probably best I cut our friendship short. Good night, Master Dabrezzio." She turned her back to him and began looking for her grandfather. Jonarth followed her for a step and then responded. “Rhaenys,” he said, “you know damned well Laenar Maltolos doesn’t have friends, just different shades of prey. I’m just the one in his sights currently.” He ran his hand to his head to brush his hair and it bumped off the mask and he felt a bit embarrassed at the gaffe. “So I suspect my life will get far more interesting shortly, with jungles one way and him the other.”
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Post by Lord Aeradar Caltarys on Jan 13, 2019 4:56:58 GMT
All talk of politics seems to have fled the businessman's mind when Aelyx arrives. "Forgive my sudden crassness, my lord but... Lord Adaxios just arrived with some Valyrian whore from the Slave Quarter." There a blend of revulsion and amazement in Naerys's voice. "The Lord Governor would have a bloody fit if he saw that. I mean, I quite understand the financial necessity of the man but... her poor mother." Several other guests appeared to be echoing the same sentiment. "Where was I? Ah yes. Well, I shall speak to Father about this. Hopefully, something can be arranged before the next meeting of the City Council. Truth to tell, I don't think Lord Taernarys has been particularly interested in the great game for some time, so I think a simple vote has a good chance of receiving his approval." " Our poor mother," Aeradar corrected under his breath, with a glance in the direction Naerys had indicated, thankful the mask on his face was hiding both the awkwardness and anger at Matalos' slight. "Yes, I thought it was fitting that Lord Adaxios receive an invitation to this event. One can hardly have a party themed around the dangers of the jungle without at least one savage present." "Excellent, then it seems we can accomplish the matter in short order. I will not forget your aid in this endeavor. A Caltarys always takes care of his friends."
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Post by The Terror on Jan 16, 2019 19:45:33 GMT
"That is the best reputation to have, my Lord Caltarys," winked the steward.
****
The Lord Governor is, to put it delicately, a man defined by his burdens. Vhaenor Taernarys had always had silver hair, but it had been a far more lustrous color five years ago. He used to be able to walk miles without a cane and now it seemed he could barely move without the aid of one of his many assistants. Most alarmingly was the apparent state of his spirit. The loss of his daughter to savages and of his sister-wife to disease had left him with a well known melancholy.
It was, however, extremely rude to ever broach the subject of his health in public. Personal troubles aside, Lord Taernarys had never faltered in his commitment to building and expanding Linyanti. Nearly every road, building, and even street torch was designed or at leadt approved by the Lord Governor himself. He had, almost literally, built Linyanti from the ground up.
Surprising no one, Vhaenor had arrived in the guise of a mighty bull elephant. Iy was common knowledge that he had not taken a new lover since arriving in Sothoryos, but he was nevertheless escorted by a beautiful young woman and a handsome young man for the sake of appearances, both dressed as his cows. Both masked assistants were members of well-respected Valyrian families, with Naerys slyly commenting to Aeradar that the man was a cousin of his. He couldn't recall what lucky woman the Lord Governor had selected as his second cow though.
"Aeradar... Naerys..." He embraces the host as though he were his son and clasped the other man's hand. "An excellent spectacle. All I could have hoped for." Aeradar could hear the pride in his voice.
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Post by Aelyx Caltarys on Jan 16, 2019 20:39:34 GMT
"Eehhhhh?" The sellsword captain looks up from his glass. He studies her, trying to 'recognize' her from the local community, but gives up after a few seconds. "Aye... as you're offering." He wore an ornate sword at his hip, one of the few weapons in the room. Aelyx could make out the custom pommel as a seven pointed edifice. Based on this and the man's accent, he was obviously Pentoshi and paying homage to the Seven Hills of Andalos his people once controlled. Whether he might be of Andal descent was difficult to say, but the distinction meant far less in Pentos than in the Seven Kingdoms. “That’s a beautiful sword, I hope you don’t have mich cause to use it here” Aelyx said to him smiling as she poured him some wine herself, “or is it just for show?”
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Post by The Terror on Jan 16, 2019 20:54:45 GMT
"Oh no, my lady. Sweetfyre is an old touch in the craft of war. She has followed me through ten years of campaigning in Essos and another 5 in the jungle."
He drew the weapon and held it to the light for her to admire. It was, perhaps unsurprisingly, more pristine than the man itself. The Valyrian steel blade could have been forged this morning.
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Post by Aelyx Caltarys on Jan 16, 2019 21:04:41 GMT
“And such an interesting name, almost oxymoronic, no?” She stated, and smiled, “so you’ve been brave enough to date the jungle too, were you with maltalos when he found his salt mine?”
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Post by The Terror on Jan 16, 2019 21:31:21 GMT
Laenar appeared to give up and find someone else to torment.
"...why are you still talking to me, Master Dabrezzio?" Asked an exasperated Rhaenys. "Honestly. I am no one special. I have nothing of quality to contribute to any match you may be envisioning in your head. I am not even a real noblewoman. I will inherit an empty title the Archon gave my grandfather for service in the war."
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Post by The Terror on Jan 16, 2019 21:37:50 GMT
His mood changed from doting to dour in an instant. "...yes. I was present on that expedition. But Maltalos stayed at the camp for that trip. He preferred to play paymaster..."
He finished his glass and refilled it himself.
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