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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 2, 2012 19:54:58 GMT -5
The Grand Maester's living quarters are relatively small, but the rest of the room is packed with antidotes and books.
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 2, 2012 19:56:04 GMT -5
Gerold patiently knocked on the door, waiting for Grand Maester Damon to answer.
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 2, 2012 20:06:24 GMT -5
An elderly voice breaks the silent. "Hello?"
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 2, 2012 20:16:41 GMT -5
"I'm looking for a book. Lineages of the Great Houses. I was told you were the man to find."
Gerold didn't remember a Damon from Oldtown. Hopefully the Maester wouldn't be among the enemies he made at the Citadel.
"I'm Gerold Hightower."
He searched Damon's face for any sign of recognition or malice. Maesters usually weren't good at lying.
Use Sense Motive.
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 2, 2012 20:23:07 GMT -5
(Sense Motive Roll: 112 Pass) The old mans face shows no emotion about his name.
"I believe Princess Aelinor has that book...I shall go check if she returned it." He says.
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 2, 2012 20:31:30 GMT -5
"Thank you. Please contact me when you find it. I will be staying in..."
Gerold realized he didn't have any place to stay, having decided to not use the Hightower Manse.
"Actually, do you know of any quarters where I could stay? Something small would suffice. The Hightower manse is unavailable right now."
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 2, 2012 22:22:09 GMT -5
"I am sorry...that book was taken by the princess..." He says softly..."I could offer you a small room at the far end of the keep, meant for the help."
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 2, 2012 23:04:01 GMT -5
"That is most disappointing. I'll have to wait for the princess to return. As for the quarters, they will suffice. Thank you."
The lack of the book made things more difficult. He would have to investigate the Stark genealogy later. In the meantime, he had an man to meet. He stood up and left the room.
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Sept 4, 2012 15:09:25 GMT -5
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Cedric awoke in a room that he could not place. It was dark, dusty, and he could sense the smell of old books. All of this observation was soon replaced by a dull throbbing pain in his leg. "Water." he croaked, to no one in particular. He wasn't even sure if there was anybody else in the room with him.
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 4, 2012 15:27:11 GMT -5
Grand Maester Damon looks to the man and gets him a waterskin.
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Sept 4, 2012 15:46:59 GMT -5
Cedric pulls out the stopper and gulps down the entire contents of the waterskin. His thirst satiated, he looked at the man. "What happened to me?" His mind wandered back to the forest, to the trees, and to the men that were hiding within them.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Sept 4, 2012 16:03:42 GMT -5
"I saved your sorry arse. I rode hard to King's Landing and saved you." Arthur stood and buckled his sword. "Anything else, Cedric?"
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Sept 4, 2012 16:08:35 GMT -5
Cedric did not realize that the Hightower was in the room as well. He nods in the direction of the voice, still disoriented. "Maester, how bad is it?"
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Sept 4, 2012 16:15:02 GMT -5
Arthur nodded to Cedric and the maester, "I'll be at my manse if you need me." He walked out of the room.
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Sept 13, 2012 20:32:45 GMT -5
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The knight awoke, rising from the bed gasping for air. His dream, or nightmare, had led him to the world of the living, and he could feel that his sheets were soaked with sweat. A dull throb appeared in his leg, and his mind raced back to the ambush I thought it was a nightmare... just a nightmare...
Exhausted, he laid back down on the bed, wondering what he should do in his state.
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