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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 24, 2012 12:56:48 GMT -5
Standing near the Great Sept hill is Baelish's Manse, one of the biggest and most confortable of the city.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 24, 2012 22:53:34 GMT -5
Ser Podrick returned from the wedding... All had gone wrong, he was certain Hightower would bugger him with a bloody sword during the meelee. He felt alone in the big city, he tried to make a good action and had gone wrong. Water... Not wine... I need water... Bugger that water... Bugger the wedding... Bugger the tourney... He got all his stuff and went to the Harbor...
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 24, 2012 23:41:57 GMT -5
He tugged at the knob. Wouldn't budge. He took a step back and kicked the damn thing open. He rushed in and checked all the rooms. "He's not here nor clothes nor money." He thought for a moment. "He's going back to the Fingers! I scared him off!" Arthur fixed the door ran toward the Harbour.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 12:40:28 GMT -5
The Maester arrived at his Manse and saw his stormed door. "Ohhh that was what Ser Arthur meant... it seems that he tried to fix it..." The door was poorly placed but would serve until Pod had found a carpenter. He entered the building, left all his stuff and changed his clother. A green doublet with a pin carved in the shape of a mockingbird. He left for the Great Hall.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 13:32:37 GMT -5
Pod returned to his manse. As fast as he could he clad his armor, a fine plate, his helm had the shape of a Titan's head, and finally he went for his Sword and shield. The carved mockingbird in the hilt had green emeralds in the eyes and the shield painted with the his house sigil. And went for Titan in the near stables. Holy seven, I was going to leave Titan behind, what I had in mind?
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 26, 2012 18:56:15 GMT -5
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The day had been tiring and yet no sound of his retinue... Getting near to the house he started hearing sounds coming from the inside, he unsheathed his sword and opened the door.... And there stood his fellow companion Ser Jon Lynderly, Master-at-arms of Baelish keep and leader of his lost retinue. "Thank gods you're all alright!" He smiled to see his friend.
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 26, 2012 18:59:17 GMT -5
Ser Jon was sitting in a chair, eating one of the Baelish's sweet rolls. Standing, he states, "Of course I'm alright, my Lady! WHat did you think, I'd been killed on the Kingsroad? Ha!"
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 26, 2012 19:00:29 GMT -5
Pod smiled... and went for his chambers...
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 28, 2012 15:32:04 GMT -5
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Pod was tired and needed to rest, in the morrow he would leave the city... He opened the door and felt a different presence and an aroma of pines. Pines? In King's Landing? There was only one person who liked to use this essence... "Lord Lyonel, what are you doing here? You should be resting in Heart's Home!" He smiled, and went to hug his old friend...
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 28, 2012 15:36:15 GMT -5
Instead of Lyonel there was a man that he had seen several times when he had visited the Lord.
"Quite..." He said, with a turn of his nose. "My Lord has sent me in his place." He said
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 28, 2012 15:39:59 GMT -5
"Ohh it's you Lucas...." Lucas Upcliff was Lord Lyonel's steward, Pod felt the agony starting to grow in his chest. "What happened to Lyonel? why are you here?"
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 28, 2012 15:42:10 GMT -5
Lucas sniffed almost delicatly.
"My Lords health was not up for the trip." He said, looking at Pod with his usual disdain that he showed everyone. "He would not survive the trip to this.... hole."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 28, 2012 15:45:00 GMT -5
"For him to send you it must be something really important... Should we speak in private?" Pod asked politely, tough he never liked much the man...
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 28, 2012 15:47:23 GMT -5
"May be a better idea." Lucas said as if it was a stupid question to be asked. He sniffed on a bit of cloth which was the source of the pine smell.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 28, 2012 15:49:15 GMT -5
"Then come with me..." He lead them into a small room with a wooden desk and three chairs. "Sit, please" He said while sitting. "What brings you here, Lucas?"
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