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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 27, 2012 23:34:29 GMT -5
"It was." Trajan replied darkly. "A fine port town just north of King's Landing. Fanatics of the fire god burned it to the ground after the treaty was signed."
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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 27, 2012 23:40:08 GMT -5
"The damned priests? The Merman sent a few of those to try to convince us to join in their nonsense. He seemed to like flames so much, we made sure he got a intimate view of them." The man had not appreciated the gift Felric remembered. The screaming seemed to last longer than he thought possible. It took an arrow to shut him up for good. "They are fools. Did you have kin there?"
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 28, 2012 2:10:13 GMT -5
"A wife and two daughters." Trajan answered grimly. "You gave the man what he deserved. Men fool enough to worship flames as divine should be shown the error of such folly. Man made fire and man can quench fire. No god can save man from what he himself has wrought."
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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 28, 2012 10:09:05 GMT -5
Silence wrapped itself around them for a long time, each in their respective heads. Finally, Felric looked up "Who are you? You fought in the war, didn't you? Were you a Second Son?"
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 28, 2012 12:25:56 GMT -5
"Just another naive young man that answered the call to defend his gods...gods that apparently can't defend themselves." he answered, noticing that night had fallen outside. Something must have gone wrong on Fletcher's end.
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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 28, 2012 12:34:56 GMT -5
"Careful friend, talk like that down here and the Septs'll have you hanging from your feet. Your Seven have always seemed strange to me. Things are different in the north. We remember when there was no seven, no R'hllor. The Andals changed things... brought the last echoes of the Doom upon us all." Even this tongue he spoke was one that came from them. He sat back and sipped from his cup.
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 28, 2012 13:34:22 GMT -5
"The Great Divider." Trajan said of religion, standing to his feet. He threw a gold dragon on the table for Chaeyen for her trouble and an iron sigil to the northerner; a seven pointed star split down the middle. "If you decide you'd rather do something about it, that will grant one person free passage through the Kingswood. Bring anyone else and I cannot speak for their safety. May the truth set you free."
With that, The Heretic departed, mounting his steed and beginning the long ride back to the monastery.
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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 28, 2012 17:21:11 GMT -5
May the truth set you free? Felric chuckled and drained his drink. One bottle left, he'd pour it over the tree. Dark eyes turned black. The truth was the great chain on this world. Limiting all of us, Kings and beggars. But he was intrigued none the less. He would have to see about this little turned son... Leaving in a thoughtful mood, he rode back to Kings Landing.
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