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 Strangers ahead., tag Daenerys/ ever, maybe jorah? /saylor
Aurelie Sealord
 Posted: Oct 9 2013, 07:50 AM
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Roumours had it to be that a group of people had been spotted out in the dessert, Young people, old people, sick people, the little group had looked a lot like a small tribe. What should they do? Kill them? or Save them? Aurelie had made the choice of the last one. She had mentioned it to her husband who had seemed to agree. They had heard that there had been no male leader of the group, just a lady,.

Climbing up into the wagon that was going to take her there. She would normally take her own horse but today she decided against it. With guards and horses the group from Braavos started their little journey out into the dessert. It didn't take them to long to get there, their horses were well fed and strong. As the horses started to lower the speed Aurelie started to prepare to go out and talk to the group. She didn't know what would wait for them but, they were there now, she couldn't turn around and leave them to die.

"We come from the free city of Braavos, Couldn't help but to see that you were in the need of help, Braavos' doors are open, if your wanting. However, we do not accept slavetraders, So we're sorry if thats the case, then we can not help" Aurelie said looking at the group, her pink silk dress blowing in the wind.

She regretted not letting her husband go, but he was back home looking over the dept that the iron throne owed them. Besides he had their two adorable little girls with him. Oh how she missed them. Hali and Kiandra she missed them so when she was not around them. Luckily for her if this didn't take a lot of time, she would be back with them in no time at all!
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Daenerys Targaryen
 Posted: Oct 11 2013, 02:06 PM
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Daenerys had come to love the sweeping grasses and flat plains of her new homeland. When she had first been wed to Khal Drogo they had seemed barren and terrifying, and her warriors had been frightening savages. Her whole world view had changed in such a very short time. Drogo had been the love of her life, the brother she once loved had been the savage. Her tribe was her family and they were as kind and loyal as any people in the world, and the plains, though monotonous, were undyingly beautiful.

It was these vast, dry plains, though, that would be the death of her. There was little water here, and even less food. The elderly had been dying quickly, and now the children were falling ill as well, starved and thirsty and delirious with the heat. Even the Khaleesi was feeling the effects of their long journey. She was a strong and healthy young woman, but she felt weak on her feet, and she moved slowly now. Sometimes she even envied her poor horse. No matter how badly she missed the mare, at least she did not have to walk through this sun any longer.

Daenerys's only relief was in knowing that her dragons were safe. She had been giving most of her food and water to them, taking only as much as she needed to survive, as any good mother should. If she died, Daenerys was determined that her dragons would survive. And yet, her dragons were the reason she could not die. Where would Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion go without their mother to protect them?

Trekking for Braavos had been a last resort and a desperate measure for the Khaleesi. Most cities reacted with fear and hostility at the approach of a Dothraki horde, and she was not expecting a friendly welcome. Daenerys fully expected to be turned away at sword-point. As such, when a dark figure was spotted approaching in the distance, Daenerys brought her horde to an ambling halt. They had to be ready to flee, no matter how weak or weary they may be.

When the woman pulled up before Daenerys with a smile, she was too surprised to recognize its meaning. She listened in somewhat stunned, completely exhausted silence while Aurelie welcomed her people into her halls. This could not reasonably be happening. Perhaps Daenerys had finally lost her mind to the heat... perhaps she was dead. Taking a long, low breath of relief, Daenerys stepped forward from her horde to greet Aurelie.

"We are not slave traders," she told Aurelie, too tired for pretty words. That was not her way in the first place. She was more than ready to walk through those gates into the shade and shelter of civilization, but she had to be cautious. These were her people--and her dragons-- she was putting at risk. "I am Daenerys Stormborn, Khaleesi of the Dothraki," she introduced herself. She doubted this woman did not recognize them as Dothraki, but she had to check. She could not have the city turning on her tribe when they walked through the gates.

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Jorah Mormont
 Posted: Oct 11 2013, 03:04 PM
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He'd been hanging back or- more specifically- making sure the stragglers didn't get lost. It was hard work. A woman had given birth the night before, and was hardly in any condition to move, let alone get on one of the scrawny horses that had been left to them. As usual, it was up to him to find a solution, eventually improvising to make a makeshift sling hung between two of the hardier ponies. They'd survive, if they found food and water soon enough, and he'd stayed by them, in case the straps he'd rigged came loose. They showed no sign of doing so when the shout came, from mouth to mouth, speaking of strangers.

Jorah's horse, a bad-tempered thing he'd managed to keep through the entire tragedy of Drogo's demise, wasn't inclined to hurry, but he nudged it anyway, sending it at a half-canter over a low rise and seeing the poor excuse for a khalasar stretched too thin before him. As always, he could pick out Daenerys from far off, her hair fluttering like a banner in the breeze. Once, he'd rode beneath a banner of forest green with the bear of his house rearing upon it. Now he rode beneath dragons, and his queen's silver hair.

He spurred the horse onwards, hopping off easily as they drew near to the Khaleesi and the strangers. Even with the weight sloughing off him like rain, he could still bear the weight of his armor. Jorah Mormont would not fail his queen due to weakness, nor through lack of preparation.
"Khaleesi."
He strode forward, briefly ducking his head, before stopping beside her. The newcomer was sparsely attended, and a woman. Still, women could be dangerous, and he would not drop his guard. "The final few are just over the rise. Coming slowly, but no more deaths. Who is this?"
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Aurelie Sealord
 Posted: Oct 11 2013, 03:26 PM
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'We are not slave traders,' the blonde haired girl said, Aurelie watched her, waited for her to say more. She took a small breath, before tilting her head slightly. The girl infront of her continued to talk. Giving her her name, ' I am Daenerys Stormborn, Khaleesi of the Dothraki,' She watched as someone else was coming closer to them, 'The final few are just over the rise. Coming slowly, but no more deaths. Who is this?' the man said.

Aurelie observed them, she had indeed heard of the Dothraki's they looked weak or at least some of them did, no more deaths. Apparently there had been a few deaths. She could help them she knew she could and the girl that had been adressed as Khaleesi had said that they were not slave traders.

She pushed her hair out of her face, the same hair that kept blowing infront of her face.She had not told them who she was, she had just said that they were from the free city of Braavos. "Allow me sir? Your Khalessi does not know who I am, She only knows that we are from the free city of Braavos, the city that was kept hidden from the world for hundreds of years, a city that does not allow slavery." Aurelie said and inhaled carefully.

"I am Lady Aurelie Sealord, the Sealord of Braavos is my husband, our scouts, told us about your little group." She said with a small smile, she aloud herself to step a little closer to the group after she closed the door of the wagon. "but if your not in need of our help I guess we took the ride out here for no reason, unless if your wanting our help." she said. She walked forwards to the horse and carefully let her hand carefully pat its mane.

"the choice is yours, our doors are open if your wanting our help"
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Daenerys Targaryen
 Posted: Oct 16 2013, 12:00 PM
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No more deaths. That was, in a very big way, the deciding factor in Daenerys's decision. She had no reason to trust this Aurelie or her guards. She had never heard of this Sealord, never been to Braavos, they were not allies to the Dothraki. Indeed, the Dothraki had no allies. That was becoming more and more of a problem without the Khal. Daenerys was Khaleesi, but that was a position she would have to make people recognize. It did not come with the implicit power Drogo had. Normally, Daenerys would not have chosen to bring her dragons into this strange city, but there could be no more deaths. She had promised protection and victory to her people, and this was the first step.

Taking a deep breath, Daenerys turned to Jorah, trying to read his face. He could not possibly like this. He was so suspicious of everyone who approached her, he objected even when Daenerys did feel safe. Even if he objected, though, Daenerys knew she had no choice. Even Daenerys's strength was failing, and she could see the weight melting off of Jorah's bones. It would not be long before even the strong were dying.

"Bring me my dragons," Daenerys told Jorah under her breath. She wanted her children close to her side if she was going to be entering this place. Daenerys had to have her eye on them, and that would be the safest place, as the strongest warriors would be close to her side anyway. She knew Jorah would die protecting her if he had to, and Daenerys would die protecting her dragons. Taking a deep breath, the Khaleesi turned back again to Aurelie. She drew herself up as tall as she could, though her muscles shook slightly, and nodded to the wife of the Sealord. "We thank you for your help," she told Aurelie in her strongest voice. It was a voice that just kept getting stronger. "We will gladly accept it."

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Jorah Mormont
 Posted: Nov 2 2013, 03:22 PM
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Braavos. Were they so close? They must have been riding for far longer than he'd thought, or perhaps they'd lost their way. He'd been there before, looking for those who'd buy his blade. Not for long, mind you. Word travelled fast, and he'd heard of a princess who was to be wed, and the letter from Varys had soon followed. Tell us what the Targaryen girl does, and we'll give you your home back.

He carried his secret tight; although he felt guilt, he wouldn't have changed it. His betrayal had lead him to a new home. It wasn't Bear Island, but it was better. He'd spent his time dreaming of the place he'd left, but nowadays it seemed that he'd wanted to sink into his own misery. He'd have been the lord there, with more time to brood. There was little to do on that isle of pine and rock, with so few inhabitants. Here, he'd had to fight for every meal, and then he'd been given a chance at redemption. Was it any wonder that he seized it with both hands? That he'd fight for it with tooth and nail if it came to it?

A jerk of his head brought those who carried the dragons forward, their horses' eyes still rolling white. The animals scared them, though they were scarcely bigger than cats. They had to switch the horses regularly otherwise they were liable to try to break free. That would have likely ended with a crushed pile of leathery dragonhide and snapped, brittle bones. Jorah was not so blind to ignore that Daenerys' love for the dragons was not that of an owner towards a pet. Truth be told, he liked them too. They wouldn't let him close, but when they flew... He hadn't been caught watching them soar and circle yet, but one day he would be. Jorah Mormont, sentimental over some scaly beasts. That would truly be a change. His Khaleesi... He knew she saw him as some figure of gloom, condemning all, but she still saw the world in some positive light. Despite it all. Jorah... didn't, and so he could count the dangers far more readily.

"How far away from Braavos are we, my lady?"
He took the chance to assess the strange woman, cataloguing detail as unthinkingly as breathing. Likely of Westerosi merchant descent, since few in these parts were fair-skinned and blonde. No wonder she was married to someone of great import. Women were often as valuable as gems as a mark of status. "We have many ill, and either elderly or children, and our horses are for the most part dead."
If it would take a day, then the best plan was likely to ask for provisions for the night. Camp here, allow some rest and time to plan. After all, even he had betrayed his Khaleesi. Jorah did not trust strangers.
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Aurelie Sealord
 Posted: Nov 2 2013, 05:49 PM
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Aurelie watched the lady with the blonde hair, as she said bring me my dragons. She took a step backwards, dragons were meant to be dead the thoughts of bringing home something dangerous made her want to back away but these people needed their help and she couldn't abandon them they would die. She would have their deaths on her mind, no she had to help them. No matter what it would take, she had to help. She looked at the man that had spoken to the kahlisi as he had called her. "its not to long Ser, however you would not have reached it it you had continued in the direction your heading," Aurelie answered. "over there its only sea, if you had been lucky maybe you would run into someone, but not likely" Aurelie explained looking over at him.

She studied the people, before she turned back to the girl. "You are welcome to ride in my wagon, I do understand that you might not trust me, so if you want to bring someone along as a bodyguard that is fine" Aurelie said inviting Khaleesi into her wagon. Aurelie was more then ready to start heading home, Kiandra was probably talking her father mad. Observing the group she turned to one of the others as he said her name. She turned around to face him, and nodded to his suggestion. "that is a lovely suggestion Barse please do so." Aurelie told the man, he nodded and climbed up onto his horse, before he speed off in the direction that they had arrived from. She turned towards the man and the girl again. "he's going to ride back, and get a few wagons together to get people to Braavos quicker, we don't want to be out here when the night is falling down" Aurelie shortly said, and gave them a smile she looked at Kahleese waiting for her answer on if she accepted the offer on the wagon or not.

"This is just a suggestion, as Your ser seem to be protective how about he gives his horse to one of the other people in your group, and join you inside of the wagon?" Aurelie suggeted looking at them. "Its one more horse, and im sure that a few of our horses can manage to have one passenger, meaning the ones of yours who are most healthy walks till the wagon comes. How does that sound?" She questioned them. "im afraid that the wagon dont take more then four people and if the dragons are going to be there as well its so to speak full" She watched them carefully, trying to read their facial expressions.
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Daenerys Targaryen
 Posted: Nov 2 2013, 06:01 PM
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Daenerys did not take long to deliberate. Her people could not walk any longer, they had no choice but to accept this invitation. It seemed, at least, to be offered in a genuine gesture of friendship. She decided to chest Aurelie. Placing her hand absently on the side of the wicker cage, listening to her dragons chirp and scratch playfully at the wood, the Khaleesi nodded.

"Sir Jorah," she addressed her right hand calmly, nodding to him. "Give your horse to Hadosha and her daughter." The woman had given birth only a few nights before and though she remained strong, Daenerys was worried about her. "You will ride with me in the wagon." Hopefully that would put some of his obvious suspicions to rest. Taking a deep breath, she turned to Aurelie.

Daenerys was young and still naive, but she was good with people. Her dragons always triggered a certain reaction from people. Especially when those people had yet to see her cat-sized children. Reaching out, she carefully undid the twine that held the cage shut. Carefully ignoring Jorah, knowing he probably would not like it, she slipped her hand in. She could feel the harmless scratch of Drogon's claws. They were sharp things but her eldest child would never hurt her.

"My dragons are no threat," she told Aurelie quietly, pulling Drogon out just a little ways into the light to prove her point. "But I will leave them in their cage if I must." Drogon did not seem particularly fond of that idea. He chirped softly and wound himself around up her arm until his pointed little head was level with her shoulder.

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Jorah Mormont
 Posted: Nov 19 2013, 03:19 PM
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"I am yours to command, Khaleesi."
To say that Jorah didn't think it was a good idea would be to state the obvious. There was the separation of the pair of them from the khalasar, and his horse was- to put it mildly- difficult to control. The alternative, though, would be to let Daenerys out of his sight, and he'd go along with any amount of stupidity if he could make sure she was safe. The Khalasar was more to her than it was to him. He cared for the people out of duty to her. If they died, he'd be sad, but not in any pressing way. If he lost Daenerys, he'd lose all his direction.

Drogon's eyes shifted as his narrow head was brought into the light, and Jorah's fingers found his swordhilt. If they took this as a threat, then all would be lost, but he suppressed the urge to draw his weapon. He still found himself sucking air through clenched teeth, though, and the muscles across his back had knit tight. He wouldn't be able to bite his tongue forever, and this'd likely cause an argument about how he was too suspicious and she was likely to get killed. Jorah hated it, but nobody else would take his position. How lovely it would be, to throw caution to the wind and go skipping through the Dothraki sea, but he was the only one who opposed Daenerys' will. The khalasar were weak and in awe of their Khaleesi, and so they'd trail after her with their ragged clothes and empty bellies.
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