End of the Age

*He takes it and shakes it. Perhaps a bit to strongly, likely by accident, given the size of the dwarf's arms.*

William: Likewise. I'm guessing you're some sort of learned man then?

"that would be correct"

William: I'm guessing you're curious about us dwarves and the other elder races. Ask away then. I'll do my best to answer.

"well, I'm unsure where to start"

William: Well...I wish you could help you, but a lot of younger dwarves like me...We're not well in touch with our history. Lost at lot of it when....*glances at Albrecht* Well, when the humans took over everything.

Berk: I can give you trim it if you want?

OOC noticed this thread a couple of days ago, went to beginning to find the premise in both Witcher and GoT, 2 franchises I don't care about, yaddie yaddie yadda not interested just letting anyone know I see where all the attention is now

OOC hi fae

"I understand. many in this land are not privileged with knowledge of its wondrous history either"

William: Aye...To be honest, archmaester, yer better off waiting for actual scholars and mages to arrive. They'd be able to tell you what you want to know. Me? I'm just a simple quartermaster.

he chuckles
"fair enough"

William: If you'll excuse me, I have to sort these supplies. *He picks the supplies up and carries them below deck.*

Albrecht *to Carron*: Archmaester, may ask how safe this port is? I want to at least give my men a bit of room to move around, given that we've been on these ships for some months now.

"this port is safe, so long as you avoid the ironborn to the north"

Albrecht: Ironborn?

"the men of the iron islands, one of the seven kingdoms. their words are 'we do not sew'. they take what they want, through war and pillaging, less so since the targaryens came"

Albrecht: Sound somewhat like the inhabitants of the Skellige Isles. Regardless, at least I won't have to keep my men cooped up in the ships for much longer. *Nearby, some footmen are practicing. They're in full plate armor.*

"indeed. hold on a moment" *he gets out his bag and starts sifting through it*

*Albrecht waits.*

OOC hi fae

OOC phone died on te middle of posting that i think. so whats up?

OOC: Waiting for Gor, and that's it really. That and the archmaester sifting through his bag for something.

Ooc thanks arken
IC: (is reorganizing his bombs) Bad news drake we are officially out of fire bombs

he produces a book

Drake: Great...One the other hand, not likely to be a problem if there aren't any lycans and such around.
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*Albrecht raises an eyebrow, curious.*

he dusts it off
"the history of the seven kingdoms of westeros. My own work. Take it, it is my gift to you"

Albrecht: That is quite generous. *He takes the book.* Thank you. Have you had it published? You could do a great deal of good having this book reproduced.

"I have not. that is a spare copy. I intend to keep writing the original until my days are over"

Berk: quick question about your dragons, are there any unique varations or traits we should know?

"i heard tell once of 'ice dragons' but there is no evidence of their existance. and as i said, the dragons have been dead for a century now"

Albrecht: A noble endeavor. But I hope the final version is published in its entirety. It would be a shame for such a collection to just sit on some library's shelf.
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Drake: Archmaester, if you won't mind me asking...Berk and I have been getting some strange looks since we arrived. And by that I mean, no one has even so much as tried to spit on us since we got here. More than a few people even...well, part of me thinks they were about to kneel for some reason.

"ah. well that would be your appearance. your eyes and hair are almost identical to those of valyrian blood. only 2 families in westeros have that blood. one of whom is the royal family"

Drake: Are you telling me the royal family has silver hair and cat eyes?

"purple eyes, but the layman doesn't know their exact colour"

Drake: Well, that explains the looks at least. Doubt the royal family would be terribly keen on the comparisons though.

"who knows. I know I dont mind it, despite giving up my name and my hair losing its colour"

gBerk: yeah that was creepy

Berk: wait run that by us again?

*Drake mulls over what the Archmaester just said.*

Drake: Wait....You mean to say...?

"My father was Daemon, the self proclaimed king of the septstones. his brother was viserys, the first of his name. my mother, was a handmaiden."

Beek: oh your a basturd like us....no offense.

"none taken"

Drake: Hm....So they shipped you off here. Figures. Typical nobility.

"no, I chose to come here."

Drake: Really? That's a surprise. Most nobility tend to do away with illegitimate offspring, if they ever acknowledge them that is.

berk: Cool isually schooling is a privilege the big wigs keep to themselves

"did you not wonder how I saw the dragons with my own eyes? I was only two years of age when I befriended my father's dragon, Caraxes. A shame both he and my father died not long after"

berk: Cool isually schooling is a privilege the big wigs keep to themselves

Drake: Hm....An interesting upbringing. And Berk has a point. There are few centers of learning back home. There's Oxenfurt and a few others, but they're usually ignored by even the nobility, for some reason.

"indeed. although the more, charitable folk refer to my order as the 'knights of the mind'"

Berk: thats actually clever.

Drake: Gotta agree. Damn shame all your dragons are dead, really. Being able to examine a tame dragon would have been a very interesting tale for the Witchers back home.