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Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

Neither William nor Arak took part in the merriments below decks. Dawn rose, the sky slowly becoming pink as the first nervous rays of sun broke through the horizon. Arak awoke and quietly slipped out of his cabin, careful not to disturb the party, to meet his opponent on deck. Perhaps it would not be so bad if he died. The queen suggested that his half-brother was somewhere on this ship as well, and at least with death he would not have to meet the source of his shame face to face.

When he arrived, he found the strange knight already there, waiting for him and disinterestedly staring out at the sea. "Ho!" Arak shouted. "I have come to take up the duel!"

William could not sleep. He had little to fear from the duel, yet still, the threat of an unmaking wracked his conscious hours and prevented him from slipping into the unconscious with a vengeance. Instead, he had taken to spending hours on deck, watching the whitewater spill from the ship's hull, and on occasional lucky moments, a dolphin or three leaping from the water. "So you have, so you have," he said, pushing himself off the railing and staggering a few steps. "A pity it had to be delayed for so long. At the very least we're here now."

"I hesitate to slay a foe I am not acquainted with, good ser," called Arak. "Would you at least honor me by telling me of what you are called?"

William snorted. What sort of idiocy is this? What could he get away with? "I call my self the Lord Torrhen Stark of the Dreadfort. Though to be honest, I should have it renamed the Menfort, because I'm not going to fill it with supple, naked dread, am I?" he responded, choking back a giggle.

Arak was shocked, to say the least. To duel a Stark? This was beyond dishonor! Torrhen was known throughout the kingdom as a brash, honest, and large fellow of fourteen years. He had not expected him to appear as a man, yet here he was, about to fight to the death with his uncle's humble guardsman!

"I'm joking! Wipe that idiot expression off of your face before I pound it in," William snapped, and Arak nervously closed his mouth back up.

"Very well," said Arak, trying to retain as much of his dignity as possible. He reached for his belt and pulled his sword. "We shall make battle till first blood. May the Gods grant strength to the victor."

"First blood?" William said, drawing his own blade. "First blood is for pansies. We will fight to the death, or not at all. Now on guard, and don't bleed on my armor."

The two blades met with a crash.

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Merat watched as slowly, this tiny party of less than ten began wiping out his warband of thirty. One by one, all the fools who thought hiding or standing was a good idea were cut down by sword or spellcraft, while the smarter ones either backed up and shot in traditional skirmishing pattern or simply broke and ran for Xigyll as soon as they saw death. Merat couldn't help but glower at that. Idiots and cowards, the lot of them. Still, though, it would not do to die just yet, so he turned and fled, not before emptying his quiver at the approaching enemy force.

"Seize him," was the first thing Rughoi said upon Merats entrance into Xigyll's walls. Two burly guards grabbed him, one on each side, and held a sword to his throat. "I'm not sure you're aware of what you've done," said Rughoi, looking quite mad.

"Fought Mitronians. Lost. Need assistance," came Merat's reply.

"Wise Sister Kila seems to have a different story to tell," said Rughoi, ice creeping into his voice. "Your little Mitronians are what she calls Akydon, a hero of the Fertile Valley, and for that matter associated with two major powers. Now the thing about these two powers is that they are NEUTRAL! On the edge of invading us as well, for that matter! And guess what!? You've just given them an excuse!" Rughoi slammed his claw on his new table of kobold work. It was clearly made for a council smaller than his gargantuan frame, and the surface smashed under his fist. "Now, how does that feel? Being a traitor to the kobold cause? I am going to mail you to the two powers, with an offer of non-aggression and possible alliance, and let them judge you. I will specifically ask they not show any mercy. Take him away." With that, the two guards, followed by six more, dragged Merat out of the room, and began making their way to the Fertile Valley. Then, Kutur approached from his chambers, and made his own report.

"I have corresponded with the Archmage at Bythesea, as per your orders, Your Might," said Kutur, uncharacteristically giddy. "The Bythesea Emperor is sympathetic to your cause. Soon, a force of five thousand human warriors will sail from the human continent to join our cause."

"Finally, something goes right today," sighed Rughoi. "Now I must deal with Rama. He put my mother in danger. When I get my hands on him, I'll split his head from eye to tooth."

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"Quick, Rama! This way!" shouted Krakas, ducking her head and running in the direction of the city. Rama was bravely protecting her, but kobolds were being killed in droves here, and to be mistaken for a soldier would be fatal to them both. Then, a bright arc streaked from the sky. A stray bolt of magic, about to land on a soldier taking cover behind a rock. It landed with a direct hit, frying him in his armor. The force resonated out from that point, strong enough to knock Krakas on her back. "Ooohhh . . ." she muttered, getting up from the ground. Her legs felt like they were being stung by a thousand needles. The gory effects of magic on the battlefield.

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@ladyanglaise

"Erm . . . aye, sir," Frank muttered, sheepishly taking back the papers. In his head, however, he was cursing up a storm. To be fair, he had worked 3 days on them. "Golden Chain, sir? Can't say I've had the pleasure of being. Funny, that. I've raided up and down the southern archipelagos in my younger days, but haven't come across it. If you do not mind me prying, do we have a particular objective there?"

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Rughoi looked on in shock. His mother was in danger! Rama had gotten it into his head to endanger his emperor's only family, and to top it all off, stumbled on a fierce looking dracon scouting party. He ran out the front gate and stopped the first kobold soldier he saw. "Sound the alarm!" he shouted, right in his face. "Call up the arms! I want a whole legion behind me in five minutes! Wise Sister," he said, addressing Kali. "Send for Magister Kutur. Then come with me. Every magic user helps."

Merat would not budge from his position. "Dracons are enemies. Rally your troops," he said, tightening his pull on his bow. "Get the Queen Mother to safety. Now go!" he shouted. Kobold ground troops were inherently poorer than their dracon counterparts, but if there is one thing kobolds can do better, it's scout archery. Their smaller size and penchant for hiding meant that kobold archers could harry a much larger enemy force until they die of attrition, all without being seen. "You are prisoners. Come with me," he said to the dracon party below.

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Jenny tried to make herself look smaller and increased her pace. It's probably just a coincidence or something! People do tell her she has a very common face. Well, not really, but nobody needs to know that. If she can make it down the street without being accosted by more weirdos who know too much about her dreams, that would be just great, thank you. Salvation came at the next city block, in the form of her workplace. She nearly ran in, and slammed the door behind her.

"You're awfully excited," commented the receptionist at the front counter, an aging woman with a sharp tongue and a heart of gold . . . or at least electrum.

"Yeah. Mondays, you know?" Jenny answered, putting on her best fake smile. The lady didn't seem very convinced by it, but fortunately didn't push the matter. She walked past the side door into her small workplace and its comforting mess. At last, somewhere where she could just take her mind off things.

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Edited my post, it's a real story element now.

[Dead]Across the seven seas (Pirate Roleplay)

@ladyanglaise

"Sir! Captain!" called Frank, rushing up to the deck. The night was pitch dark, and his eyes, accustomed to the dim candlelight of the cooped up office, saw absolutely nothing. "Captain! Ahoy!" he shouted, waving his documents around. There! At the edge of the ship, not two steps away from the water, was Captain Delaney. "Ah, there you are!" exclaimed Frank, running over and giving a little bow. "Here is the paperwork you requested three days prior. I think you would find them satisfactory," he said, handing over the loose pages.

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Jenny continued to skip down the street, humming quietly to herself. She tried to greet everyone on the street she knew, and if she didn't recognize them, she made up a phony generic name for them and walked briskly past before anyone could correct her. Then, as she turned the corner of Third and Walker, she nearly ran smack dab into a trio of familiar faces. Memories of the night surged out from the corners of her mind, and she could do nothing but smile shyly and push past them. No no no, it's just a dream! Deja vu, is all. She'll feel better when she gets to her workplace at the publishing office.

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I'm getting the first page glitch too.

[Dead]Across the seven seas (Pirate Roleplay)

"Hmmm . . ." muttered Frank, pressing his finger on his book. He enjoyed the few moments of rest he got, an escape from the surprising amount of paperwork that goes into the smuggler's networks spanning the kingdom. The captain never bothered with the administrative tasks, preferring to be on deck personally managing the crew. This left all of it to the humble captain's assistant, who has not left his cabin office in perhaps days. Then again, perhaps it was best that these reports get to the captain now. He gathered up some loose papers and headed up to the deck.