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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 9, 2015 14:41:14 GMT
 Located on the northern shores of the lake, Varisvarra has become a refuge and a battle ground for other Florasven and wildling tribes. Very few have accepted differences and became one, and the others have been battling for years. Strangers are almost always in danger, unless you know what you're doing. Wildings, Rangers, Wild Elves, and barbarians all run free and unseen, making them dangerous foes. |
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Post by Avery on Jun 10, 2015 2:56:07 GMT
Passing by some trees, Jakys's eyes waver as he steps on the bones of a long forgotten soul before he sighs softly, pushing on so those behind him don't collide. Traveling in a small group of fifteen, his gaze flicks to the four guards ahead of him along with two maesters and one adviser, the rest all slaves, small frown, hates being watched like a dog. Accepting that this is his fate, he groans inwardly, already dreading the day, having been told he's to take on his brother Kian's responsibilities and marry the northern wildling princess he was promised before hell conspired. "Iberia Wynn." he murmurs to himself, sighing, having been told what she was like "She's never going to accept this." he mutters under his breath "No matter what you old ones insist."
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 10, 2015 3:21:50 GMT
From the side of the path, a large wolf darted out silently, and at the sound of people, it rose its head high, nose sniffing the air. Its muscles quivered as though it would leap, but a stern and quick voice kept him still. "Iniago!" The wolf turned and looked in the direction of the voice, relaxing, then turning back towards the boy and his group. A heartbeat later, a group of five rode out from the wood, their leader being a female, armed with a longbow and bone sword. Her mare came to a stop by the wolf, prancing around herself in anticipation, while the girl surveyed the group before her with sharp caramel eyes. The men who flanked her all bore various tattoos and markings of the tribes, all of them with beads and feathers in their hair and fur pelts over their shoulders.
"State your business here," the girl called, her voice slightly accented with the northern tongue and stern as she reined in her mount. think of the starks
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Post by Avery on Jun 10, 2015 7:30:19 GMT
"Iniago!"
Stiffening when he sees the wolf, Jakys stops in his tracks, watching as the guards surround him, eyes narrow, goes to open his mouth before a voice interrupts him
"State your business here."
Opening his mouth again, he frowns when his advisor steps forward and starts to speak, bowing "We are but humble traveler's wh-"
"Oh, stuff it Grelm. Not even a child would believe that." He murmurs, sighing, dropping his the hood of his cloak so his face is now visible, looks up at the woman, blue eyes clear but wary "We are looking for Iberia Wynn. May I ask who it is I am speaking with?"
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 10, 2015 11:57:14 GMT
"We are but humble traveler's wh-"
"Humble travelers do not travel with guards," one of the men at her side said, and the girl held her hand out to silence him.
"Oh, stuff it Grelm. Not even a child would believe that."
Her eyes move towards him again, flicking over the guard's faces, searching for some sign to indicate who they are.
"We are looking for Iberia Wynn. May I ask who it is I am speaking with?"
The men at her side exchanged glances and one spoke to her in another tongue as her jaw ticked, her mare growing more restless. She said something in return, voice stern yet calm, though her eyes were now guarded, and the man fell silent with a small bow of his head. "Who is asking?" she returned, recognizing the man's southern traits.
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Post by Avery on Jun 10, 2015 17:35:28 GMT
"Humble travelers do not travel with guards,"
"Oh, stuff it Grelm. Not even a child would believe that."
Grelm's gaze shoots to him, and he frowns, but steps back by him selntly with a nod
"Who is asking?"
Watching the group when they speak amongst their selves, Jakys frowns a moment before looking at the girl when she turns back to him "Jakys. Jakys Frey. Now. Who am I speaking with?"
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 10, 2015 17:55:41 GMT
"Jakys. Jakys Frey. Now. Who am I speaking with?"
The eldest of the men by her side spoke, including Kian Frey's name in the mix, nudging his horse forward by Iberia's side.
She doesn't speak for a few heartbeats, though when she does, her tone held a little more respect but not without her former sterness. "Whom you were searching for," she murmured, turning her mare down the path. "This way. Odin, Cyprian, le dos. Vras, with me." As she gave the orders, two of the men broke off and moved towards the back, while the elder took his place by her side.
The wolf lingered a moment longer before bounding after his master.
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Post by Avery on Jun 10, 2015 19:21:23 GMT
At the sound of his brother's name, Jakys goes deathly still, ghost look of pain crossing his face before he sighs inwardly, glancing away, blue eyes growing distant a moment, the woman's voice pulling him out of his thoughts
"Whom you were searching for. This way. Odin, Cyprian, le dos. Vras, with me."
"Princess." He murmurs, bowing slightly before he looks at his guards "Giole. Stefan. Make sure the Maesters and the slaves are cared for. Grelm. You will stay behind with them, I'll take the other two with me on ahead.
"But, my lord," Grelm starts, eyes guarded as he glances towards the northerners then back to him, opens his mouth "I don't think-"
"At this moment, advisor, I wish for you to be silent and give me peace. I need to think, and be alone. I'm quite sure I can have the time it takes to get to their tribe." He murmurs, jaw hardening at his glance "We are not at war with them. If anyone of my company makes any sign of movement otherwise, I will let them have you." he states, voice serious, turns on his heel and follows their horses on foot, Dwain and Rolf sticking by him.
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 10, 2015 20:35:38 GMT
"Princess. Giole. Stefan. Make sure the Maesters and the slaves are cared for. Grelm. You will stay behind with them, I'll take the other two with me on ahead."
"But, my lord, I don't think-"
"At this moment, advisor, I wish for you to be silent and give me peace. I need to think, and be alone. I'm quite sure I can have the time it takes to get to their tribe. We are not at war with them. If anyone of my company makes any sign of movement otherwise, I will let them have you."
Iberia listens as the voices grow further away, and Vras studied her with keen eyes. "Sherai, you can't--"
"No," she cuts him off sharply, "I am not foolish nor stupid when it comes to these matters. I will do what's right for the people. Ride ahead and gather the elders."
"Yes, Sherai."
"As an alley to his people, we are to welcome them. Insure that our people know."
"Understood," Vras says with a dip of his head and rides ahead more quickly. Iberia's mare jumps to follow, but she keeps her reined in as she takes a deep breath, letting it out. She knew that the time would come, and she knows she has to do what's right to insure her people survive.
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Post by Avery on Jun 11, 2015 1:38:41 GMT
Once away from all but his two favorite guards, Jakys sighs softly in relief before he stares ahead, gaze sharp as he walks, cloak hitting the back of his ankles, sword at his side
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 11, 2015 1:55:28 GMT
Iberia rides in silence, listening to her mare snort and prance in anticipation and the want to run. But there isn't going to be any running today as Iberia dismounts towards the edge of a clearing, walking out of the trees and into a small village of tents and wooden makeshift homes. A few warriors stand guard at the path, nodding and dipping their heads as Iberia walks past, watching for the others that will follow. Women all call in welcome while several children, all dressed in similar leather, beads and feathers and bearing their pretend markings, run up to her laughing and carrying on. "Catch anything, Sherai? Catch anything?" They all ask, and she pats their heads and hands one of them the reins to her horse, lifting another onto the mare's back and into the leather and fur saddle.
"Not today, Medos. Take care of Prata for me, yeah?" she replies, giving them a small smile, and the kids all grow excited, the oldest leading the mare away towards the pasture to the side, and Prata seems more than happy to follow.
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Post by Avery on Jun 11, 2015 4:06:35 GMT
Reaching the edge of the northerners camp, Jakys looks around at those who remain of the tribe, small frown when he sees mostly women children and elderly. Pursing his lips, he says nothing and continues on, catching up to Iberia within moments. "Princess. My company will be here shortly, where do you wish for them to be?" he murmurs, glancing about "Seeing as normally, you would never have let us in."
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 11, 2015 4:13:41 GMT
Iberia watched the children go with a heavy sigh, her smile fading and shoulders dropping just slightly before they straightened as she heard footsteps behind her.
"Princess. My company will be here shortly, where do you wish for them to be? Seeing as normally, you would never have let us in."
Her lips curled back into a small snarl as she murmured, "I hate the word princess." She started walking towards the largest of the structures, though it still wasn't very big. "Odin and Cyprian will guide them to where they need to be. As for the welcome," she stopped at the door of the building and looked at Jakys, eyes sharp. "Things have changed. I'm sure you've noticed," her arm swept through the air to gesture at the village, "we are few in numbers, and dwindling still. Leadership has changed, and so have our way of life." Her voice lowered as she reached the end, opening the door and stepping inside.
Vras stood from one of the logs that acted as a bench, three or four surrounding the fire with only four other elders. "Sherai, Prince Frey."
Iberia gestured for him to take a seat, moving to the empty seat that seemed to be the head of the arrangement, and she gestured to one of the empty seats. "Take a seat," she murmured to Jakys.
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Post by Avery on Jun 11, 2015 5:53:38 GMT
"I hate the word princess."
"Apologies then." Jakys murmurs, following her, lays a hand on Rolf's arm when he tenses at her snarl
"Odin and Cyprian will guide them to where they need to be. As for the welcome. Things have changed. I'm sure you've noticed. We are few in numbers, and dwindling still. Leadership has changed, and so has our way of life."
"Very well, thank you." He murmurs, nods slightly her way, glances at Dwain "Relay that message to the others for me." he states firmly before returning his attention to her "I have noticed. And you have my condolences for whomever you have lost." voice coming out honest, he follows her inside the building
"Sherai, Prince Frey."
"Take a seat,"
"Please, there's no need to call me that, I dislike being called that almost as much as she hates the word princess. The real prince was my brother." Bowing slightly, he raises up at Iberia's words, sits when told
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Post by X'zayvean on Jun 11, 2015 13:37:47 GMT
"Please, there's no need to call me that, I dislike being called that almost as much as she hates the word princess. The real prince was my brother."
"You have our condolences," Vras responded, sitting again. "It seems the last two years have been harsh on us all." His gaze slid over to Iberia, who only gazed back at him, though the look was either well guarded or a mixed of too many things at once.
Another elder spoke, a woman who sat slightly hunched over and under furs. "Would you like to wait for your advisor to arrive, Frey? Or would you be comfortable speaking to the chief without him?"
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