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Post by Jon Bolton on May 24, 2008 8:50:17 GMT -5
Where the political leaders meet and live.
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Post by Jon Bolton on May 24, 2008 8:50:30 GMT -5
A man enters and begs audience with their leader.
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Post by Crakehall on May 24, 2008 9:23:36 GMT -5
He is admitted to the Magister's solar.
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Post by Jon Bolton on May 24, 2008 13:39:27 GMT -5
When brought before the Magister the messanger bowed low. "I am glad your magesty has deemed it worthy to have me give my message to you in person. I come from Westeros baring tidings of war declared by the King himself."
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Post by Crakehall on May 24, 2008 13:40:57 GMT -5
"Tell me something I don't know, stranger, or I'll send you back out from where you came."
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Post by Jon Bolton on May 24, 2008 13:42:05 GMT -5
The messanger nodded to the lord. "My master of Westeros wishes an alliegance during this war. To strike at the heart of both of your enemies."
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Post by Crakehall on May 24, 2008 16:51:31 GMT -5
The Magister raised an eye curiously. "You forget the the third and most powerful enemy...my own people. Half of them want the Targaryens anyway. What do you have to offer that will singlehandedly disable the two most powerful kingdoms of our time?"
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Post by Jon Bolton on May 25, 2008 11:37:40 GMT -5
The messanger looked around the palace. "A very opulant place this is. Filled with food and riches that could feed the bellies and cover the heads of many of your citizens. For your own people you need a figurehead that personifies all that they wish to rule them. How you go about gaining their loyalties is your own business, I can only advise. However for the assault upon your thrown by Westeros that I can help you with in truth."
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Post by Crakehall on May 26, 2008 14:26:54 GMT -5
The Magister raised an eyebrow as if to say, "go on".
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Post by Jon Bolton on May 26, 2008 15:33:17 GMT -5
"Lord Bolton is a powerful man. And he has his own system of information of the movements of the Westeros armies. He offers you every movement of the opposing armies, all you have to do for him is survive as you already seem so keen on doing."
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Post by Crakehall on May 26, 2008 16:24:25 GMT -5
The Magister sighed loudly, "What do I care of Westeros' armies? They're the least of my concerns."
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Post by Jon Bolton on May 26, 2008 16:42:32 GMT -5
The messanger grinned. "Do you think I'd be sent on this mission if that's all I could offer you? Give your worries over to me. I'm good m'lord. Very good."
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Post by Crakehall on May 26, 2008 16:49:04 GMT -5
"I don't know who the fuck you are, I'm not placing you with any command unless you can prove a quarter of your worth!"
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Post by Jon Bolton on May 26, 2008 16:51:50 GMT -5
"Who said command? I ask to be your advisor my lord to take or leave my council as you please. Of course I will prove my worth most readily."
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Post by Crakehall on May 26, 2008 18:03:44 GMT -5
"You must understand my hesitance", he said as he trailed off. "What is your first advice?"
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