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Astris Martell

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Dec 20 2017, 05:05 AM
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If you have gold dragons to part with then there is no better place in Planky Town. The trader town is filled with exotic delights from the decks of vessels docking from the Narrow Sea. These delicious entrapments infiltrate the walls of the most grand establishment in the Dornish Location. A Tavern entitled The Terrible Kiss. One of the few who features gargoyles of men either side of the entrance. Stoic, solid, silent. One with skin as black ebony. The other as pale as alabaster. Security for a drinking hole that caters to those with titles and those with items, information and other such commodities to be sold to said highborn.
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A home of decadence but with a seedy underbelly that is dressed up in finery. A gust of spice-infused air hits you as you enter. A cacophony of scents that are near impossible to pull apart. Salt from the sea. Raw Sand. Cinnamon. Smoke. Dark Wood. Orchids from parts of the world seen by few. Saffron. Pepper. Mist that can leave a guest breathless for a moment until they get used to the heavy cloud that envelopes the whole room. Music trills from various instruments played by minstrels hired specifically to perform for the clientele.
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Topless dancing girls who double as barmaids swirl about the floor in bare feet. Anklets of copper coin about their ankles and almost sheer pale fabric secured loosely around their hips. Several games of Cyvasse are underway on boards that have been sat at by many a traveller. Set in alcoves in the far side of the room these are often scenes of gambling that most would not have the pockets to handle. Atmospheric mood lighting allows the onyx and jade set pieces to be observed from afar, while shielding the lowered heads of the players from prying eyes. Relentless torches enflame the bar which is manned by regal looking men. Bare-chested with intricate tattoos adorning their torsos.
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As beautiful as the sights and sounds are, the customers are a rowdy bunch. Drunk on not just the commonly procured Dornish Red but concoctions from everywhere possible. The wooden tables are stained with many a spilled drink. Signs of an earlier scuffle presented with dribbles of blood down a wall. Those present are as eclectic as the drugs and beverages available. A kaleidoscope of colours and cultures that would have you think you’d sailed across to Essos.
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However easy as is for even the most flamboyant travellers to blend into the crowd it’s hard to miss the Dornish Princess. Dancing upon a table with a handmaiden either side of her, Astris is enjoying an evening out that isn’t going to ruffle any feathers. One of many nights. She had already been part of the mass of coming and going bodies for the previous three nights also. She had primarily returned to seek the face of one she had seen the evening before. Astris had made the mistake of bringing bodyguards with her that had blocked every approach she had made towards one individual. Claiming he wasn’t someone a Princess should be fraternising with. This of course just made Astris all the more curious.
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Attending this time with her handmaidens she was hell-bent on finding him. If only to find out why it was she shouldn’t be seen speaking with such a man. One girl was already murderous drunk. Not so much dancing beside her Princess, more swaying with an intoxicated roll to her limbs. The other a plump grinning cherub unashamedly running her hands down the curves of Astris’ hips. Sneaking around to grasp a buttock with greedy fingers. Astris throws her head back. Raven hair tumbling down her back. Eyes closed. Letting every tendril of The Terrible Kiss to embed itself in her skin. The sirens call of her movements could possibly entice any man if she wasn’t also pairing it with horrendous singing.
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“I see you watching me. Eyes on your target. Mix drinks and smoke rings. It's already started. It won't be too long before me and you. Are doing what lovers dooooo”
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Some could say she makes up the fact she can’t hold a tune to save herself with the sheer passion in which she warbles along with several other patrons. Stroking the table top with her bare toes. Ravishing her fingers through her own wild hair before then dancing them upon the ample supply of naked flesh she has on display. A hot night in Dorne lends to little clothing. Just a strip of red silk bound about her like she were a maypole. Every now and again her shiny eyes open to waltz over the crowd. Hoping that she might spot the person who she had been barred from introducing herself to.





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Dec 5 2017, 01:00 AM
Take your time replying I know some folks have thread overload,
or others that probs need to be completed before this begins.

I just wanted to set the scene ;p


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A crisp clear night. Warm but not unbearably so unless of course you’re not used to the climate. Veils of cloud streak across the sky but the majority of the stars are unobstructed. Iridescent arrow holes that blanket the deep blue of an early evening. A full moon casts enough light to give the Water Gardens an intimate glow. However, a major pathway through the greenery is lined with small candles. As a child, Astris found watching shadows cast by the fire while listening to someone else speak of their travels, soothing. She needs everything she can muster, to get through this without touching a drop of liquor.
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Down the end of the road of flame is a large pagoda structure. Stone supports but alive with sweeping fabrics of the red and gold of House Martell. A half circle table has been erected in the centre. Four chairs lining the curve. A window seat filled with cushions behind it, which is where Princess Astris of the House Martell is standing. With her shoulders back, hands carefully clasped in front of her. Dressed in a long flowing skirt of a rich burgundy, that is essentially tiers of fabric secured together at the hip. High splits on both sides. The top half of the outfit just a torrent of chains, medallions, coins. This extravagant necklace is all that covers the front of Astris’ torso. Her hair is up which is rarely seen. In a top knot ponytail like her sister Anneryn, but much looser, less harsh.
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She doesn’t say a word. Her positioning is slightly to one side as if she is waiting for a secondary figure to join her at the table’s forefront. Guards move within the outer gardens and two stand either side of the table. They are the ones who gesture to the seats when someone approaches. No introductions. No greetings. Just silence that is only broken by footsteps, the movement of tendrils of cloth in barely-there breezes and the tinkle of any movement from Astris. Upon the table is a brightly painted carafe of Dornish Red and only four glasses.




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Dec 3 2017, 01:27 AM


This Raven is sent out approximately one week after the events of the Feast at Kings Landing. It is the same for all the recipients. Has a Martell seal. Both Qasars and Ulricks have very slight wine stains on one corner. Labelled an urgent message. Sent to Lady Solana of the House Ulller – Hellholt. Lord Ulrick of the House Dayne, Sword of the Morning – Starfall. Lord Gwyn of the House Yronwood, Warden of the Stone Way – Yronwood and finally Qasar – Oldtown. You decide if your character gets this, in a timely manner or at all and whether or not they decide to attend. But it would be awesome if everyone wants to join in.

The Raven appears to be legit enough. Astris does have subterfuge as an ability. She’s sneaky guys…always has been lol. Though if you believe your character had a lot of raven correspondence in the past with Luis, feel free to have your character wonder whats with the prose (Astris hasn’t quite hit the nail on the head there, no one is perfect). Wine stains on Qasars and Ulricks can be queried also. Drinking while performing covert ops…means it’s not going to be flawless.



Brethren,

Tumultuous times for the Seven Kingdoms has never reached our borders much like it has now. It is with concern for our culture, for my people that I ask for your presence in the Water Gardens. The evening of the next full moon. In such a climate I wish to surround myself with those who remind me of why Dorne is a Utopia. With such unsteady whispers of uncertainty riding the breeze from the North I feel compelled to ask for the pledging of your houses. Bring with you an open mind, however feel free to speak what words need to be said. My doors are open to you.

Prince Luis of House Martell, Lord of Sunspear

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A figure swayed and stumbled along in bare feet. Her dress had been ripped for better mobility. A Lords cloak about her shoulders. Long dark hair free from any previous restrictions she had placed on it. Like a disorientated moth fluttering towards a flame, Astris made her way to the docks. The ride to Kings Landing had surpassed whatever memories she had of her childhood. Where she sailed about Sunspear with her family. She could never be sure that the memories were true. As there were children there that she couldn’t place now. Getting to experience the sea breeze rippling through her hair. The bob of the waves. How the setting sun bounced off the water surface. She’d devoured it all. Almost completely ignoring her travelling companion. In favour of not missing a single moment of the journey.
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Was that why she felt the need to return to the boat? This was an evening of revelation about how she was perceived. Not engaging in conversation because it interfered with her experience was a deplorable thing to say. She had done it though. Without a second thought. “Rude and selfish!” She shouted the words at the silhouette of the boat. Of course, it didn’t reply because it wasn’t alive.
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She didn’t want to care anymore. Really just wanted to be relieved of the horrible feeling she had. Vicarys Targayren’s ship was alive with its slight crew. Hurriedly preparing to leave port. Astris frowned in her drunken state and lurched behind a stone wall to hide herself. Where were they going in such a hurry? Did she really care? Anywhere was better than here right now. She had faith that as soon as the boat left port with her on it her mood would pick itself up. Eyelids heavily blinking she eyed up a way to get on the deck without being seen. Sure Vicarys had offered her passage here but there had been nothing said about not being able to leave without her. Lazily regarding the scene, she noticed someone loading crates. The Princess grinned. What was a trip to Kings Landing without taking a little of it home….where did Vicarys live? Shaking her head Astris tried to concentrate on what was important. She quickly surveyed all the cargo being loaded while the man was nowhere to be seen and found a large wine barrel.
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Such a waste of good wine.
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But if I drink it I might fall asleep in the barrel and that….doesn’t sound fun.

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She pulled out one of the long thick metal needles she always carried. Usually sewn into her clothing. Using it to ruin the seal on the barrel. Draining most of the wine. Tipping the now lighter barrel helped pour the rest out. Astris did maybe dipped her fingers in a few times But shh don't tell anyone.
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Once there was only enough wine to cover her feet she removed Gwyn’s cloak and folded it neatly to be carried. Her dress was going to be stained by the red but she was going to try her hardest not to ruin what she had stolen. “Rude, Selfish and a thief.” Rattling off a drunken grumble she climbed into the barrel and dropped the lid down. If anyone had been watching they might have had a laugh over the fact it took her an awfully long time to get in. She spread her feet as wide as she could thinking of this debacle as a way to train. She’d been trying techniques to increase her precision. Balance was a form of that right? When she was confident she had been placed on the deck. She had to grin impishly. Would she be able to listen in on conversations from here?


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Everyone saw this coming, didn’t they? Only a matter of time. Had this been a feast set in Dorne then Astris’s eventual spiral into an oubliette of drink wouldn’t have been a scandal. Just an occurrence most factored into celebrations. It wasn’t uncommon to find her laying in sand dunes half naked. Empty bottle beside her. The remnants of a half attempt at a castle. Her raven hair splayed out in a fan. A happy contented smile on her lips. She enjoyed the stars just as much as the sun. Here such conclusions to evenings would be frowned upon. She had known that and had attempted to curb her drinking. Lord Dayne obviously hadn’t been convinced. No-one would think she had even tried if they realized it was the secondborn Dornish Princess who streaked through the castle.
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She’d at least had enough smarts about her to find a helmet to ram on her head. One that had obviously been made for a much larger skull. Her blue eyes peered unnervingly from behind it. The image could have been disturbing if it wasn’t for the fact the rest of her was laid bare for all to see. A telltale scar on her backside a raging beacon for any who attended gatherings at the Water Gardens. A few guards had half-heartedly chased her but Astris was quick. Unencumbered by clothing. She lost them backtracking to the spot that she had left her dress. Next to an ornate water fountain.
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There was something about this intoxicated state that wasn’t right though. She still felt the wounds Ulrick had inflicted upon her. Kept thinking now about how her plans to become a stowaway to Esso’s would be proving him right. That after meeting Lady Arryn and Lady Baratheon that she knew she wasn’t like them. The King probably preferred their level of decorum and grace. Now remembering those eyes of his made her desperate to speak with him. While also nervous to do so. All these thoughts began eating her alive and she like always when stalked by the nightmarish, tried to drown everything. No matter what wine she sampled Astris still found herself pondering terrible things. Which just opened the door to excess.
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“Fair maiden I have returned.” Astris swept herself into a theatrical bow though almost knocking her own centre of gravity to the point she lost footing completely. The fountain depicted a woman and the Dornish Princess had been wooing her for the better part of two hours. She’d imagined that the smooth-faced lady with impossibly long hair would have asked for something grand as an expression of love. So Astris had stripped bare for her and shared her liquor adoration with as many unsuspecting revellers as possible. Giggling like a small child Astris climbed onto the stone lip of the fountain. Bare toes wiggling against the slightly damp surface. She wobbled. Teetered. Found her balance and stood on the edge with a hand outstretched towards the statue. What if it was true? That she was selfish and slovenly. All roads sent her to that same conclusion. Such a monster that not even the Lady of the Fountain, a purely make-believe character, would look favourably upon her. For the first time in quite some time, Astris was a sad drunk.
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The scene was a bizarre one. A naked Princess in a knights helmet extending a forlorn hand towards a fountain statue. Looking very unsteady. Reaching out with real intent, as if she needed something badly but looking as if she might fall headfirst into the water at any minute.


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