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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 5, 2012 22:51:32 GMT -5
Lorraine set the mostly-emptied bottle on the nightstand, burrowing into the covers til only her face was visible. She closed her eyes and slowly drifted to sleep, feeling as warm and toasty as if she had been on the Dornish sands in high summer.
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Sept 5, 2012 23:05:11 GMT -5
"Understand this, when a man in tattered clothing walked up to me and demands to speak to me in private about something that he does not specify, I have been though wars, been attacked by mountain bandits and been shot by the woman I am courting, my mood has been on a downhill slope and I do not have time to deal with men speaking of doom to me. I will protect the north where it will be needed of me, the north have the strongest and most survival trained men in Westeros, Winter is always coming and the north always survives." He says to him as he walks away.
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 5, 2012 23:12:40 GMT -5
Gerold tried one last shot. At least it would make sense to Stark eventually. Idiot. Gerold should have known better than to trust him when the man barely knew him. He called out to Stark.
"One last thing. Choose to believe it or not. Don't go beyond The Wall."
"Summer won't last forever."
Gerold left. At least Stark had given him some scraps of information to work with.
Use Analyze
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Post by Felric Crowl on Sept 5, 2012 23:19:41 GMT -5
Beyond the wall. Then this man knew. Felric got up, and followed the man. He at least would hear of what was happening there. He knocked on the man's door.
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 5, 2012 23:21:38 GMT -5
"Stark? Come to tongue-lash me again?"
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Post by Felric Crowl on Sept 5, 2012 23:23:59 GMT -5
"Hardly. I doubt you'd still have a door if Stark was actually in a foul mood. I'm a northernman who would be very interested in what you know about the Wall though."
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 5, 2012 23:29:49 GMT -5
Gerold laughed. Yes, that probably would be true. This man seemed interesting. Gerold was aching for someone to actually listen to him.
"Close the door. My story may take some time, and requires secrecy."
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Post by Felric Crowl on Sept 5, 2012 23:31:33 GMT -5
Felric closed the door, and sat down at the table. "Say your piece."
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 5, 2012 23:33:58 GMT -5
Gerold pointed at the shadow of the candle.
"What flickering darkness do you see, my lord, beside that candle?"
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Post by Felric Crowl on Sept 5, 2012 23:36:38 GMT -5
"I am no lord. And there are shadows everywhere I see. Everything in the room casts a shadow from this light. Why?"
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 5, 2012 23:38:31 GMT -5
"That is what I see when I look at this land. We are nothing but a shadow, a shade of what was once Westeros. And we're not ready."
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Post by Felric Crowl on Sept 5, 2012 23:40:39 GMT -5
Level black eyes met the blue one. "You know what's coming for us then."
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 5, 2012 23:42:16 GMT -5
Excitement crept into Gerold. Finally, someone who knew!
"I take it you've been beyond The Wall. What did you see?"
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Post by Felric Crowl on Sept 5, 2012 23:47:11 GMT -5
"I've not been beyond, no. I've lived there. It's getting colder, colder than anything we've felt before. The dead are walking, the giants are gone, there are... things in the white. Things we don't dare try to name. It's why I came south. We've lost so much over the years, and all these fools believe nothing. They are summer children. Even Stark. He has fought against men his entire life. He can't imagine another enemy. But don't worry about him. He'll see the truth soon enough." Felric leaned forward "No, my worry is what you are planning to do about this."
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 5, 2012 23:51:33 GMT -5
"I discovered the truth among the tomes of the past, at the Citadel. When I presented my findings to the Archmaesters, they did this."
Gerold pointed to his eyepatch.
"As to what I shall do? The same thing everyone else is doing. I'm going to play the game of thrones. But not for me. For Westeros."
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