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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Oct 24, 2012 1:03:37 GMT -5
The Chamber of the Painted Table, located on the top floor of the Stone Drum, is a round room, with four tall windows, overlooking the north, south, east and west. It holds a large table, carved and painted in the form of a detailed map of Westeros. Here, Aegon the Conqueror planned for the Invasion of Westeros. The Painted Table is more than fifty feet long: roughly twenty-five feet wide at its widest point and four feet at its thinnest. At the precise location of Dragonstone is a raised seat that allows the occupant to view the entire map.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Oct 24, 2012 11:13:34 GMT -5
Trajan sat in the single chair in the chamber, overlooking the massive representation of Westeros as Aegon the Conqueror had centuries ago. In his youth he remembered sitting in his father's lap as the legendary general recounted military expeditions of old as his aides moved the pieces around on the table to better tell the tale.
That seemed an age ago, his youthful exuberance now replaced by cold disdain as his eyes fixed on the spot where Aeon had landed and Kings Landing now resided. There was a ship in the harbor waiting to take him there, far removed from his studies to attend the wedding of his cousins.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 24, 2012 15:36:02 GMT -5
A large ship bearing both the Red and Black Dragons is preparing to set sail. Lord Damon Blackfyre stands at the helm in metal armor and a large red cape with the Blackfyre dragon upon it.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Oct 24, 2012 15:39:20 GMT -5
Trajan joins his father aboard the ship, admiring the painted dragons in their eternal dance.
"Anticipating the festivites, my lord?" he asked dryly, standing next to Lord Damon on the railing.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 24, 2012 15:49:11 GMT -5
"No, I care little for what the lords bicker on about, I am to do what the king says and we will sail and make sure little men with swords do not try to wack him. That is if they could get by that beast of a brother he has." He says looking to the horizon.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Oct 24, 2012 16:02:55 GMT -5
"I would not worry, father." Trajan replied casually. "Even if the eyes of the Master of Whispers fail to foresee any dangers, mine will not. A dragon's airborne gaze misses little."
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 24, 2012 17:11:33 GMT -5
"I know, I suggest you seek the hand of your cousin during this visit...many will be after her, but we need to make sure they are aligned to us." He says.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Oct 24, 2012 17:37:57 GMT -5
His cousins were 11 the last time he had see them, while he had been 15 before his departure to Asshai. The thought of marrying one of them was an alien concept, though one he had grown to suspect was coming. It was tradition after all.
"You control their army, father. Not being aligned with us would be political suicide." he said with a sly smile. "Nonetheless, I will keep that in mind. Perhaps take a fall if I make it to the tourney finals."
"Though I cannot imagine why the king would willingly choose to dilute the blood of Valyria by marrying one of his children off to some mongrel thy calls himself a lord. What of my sweet sisters? I am surprised you are not turning my attentions to them. Or perhaps you want them far from my...extracurricular activities."
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 24, 2012 19:28:53 GMT -5
"There are many reasons I wish your sisters to marry, but I need you to gain the heart of the Princess." He said looking down to him.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Oct 24, 2012 21:10:58 GMT -5
"I will do my best not to disappoint." he said simply, meeting his father's look. "It will be good to see my cousins once more."
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 24, 2012 21:57:55 GMT -5
"I am sure, we shall be in Kings Landing soon." He said looking back to the sea.
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