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Post by Felric Crowl on Sept 5, 2012 23:54:13 GMT -5
"A stupid game. Better that we should band together against this darkness, rather than squabble over a barbaric throne. What is this Citadel you speak of? Is it a place of learning? What do they know of Valyrian Steel?"
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 6, 2012 0:07:29 GMT -5
"You might find some information on the matter at the Citadel, but the heart of Valyrian Steel lies in sorcery. I would recommend finding a red priest."
"As to my game, perhaps I was not clear. The crown thinks the Night's Watch is a band of ragged beggars and thieves. They will not come to their aid, even when the White Walkers are at their gates. I can do something about that. I also suspect strife brewing. Another war would cripple Westeros even more. That cannot be allowed to happen."
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Post by Felric Crowl on Sept 6, 2012 8:17:49 GMT -5
"War? By who? The dragons seem safe upon their thrones."
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 6, 2012 15:39:01 GMT -5
"I don't know. My instincts haven't failed me before, and I smell chaos brewing. Rest assured. The Dragons are not safe. And neither are we. Where are you going from here? I could use someone in the capital who can wield a sword."
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Post by Felric Crowl on Sept 6, 2012 18:03:15 GMT -5
North or south. It came down to this. He knew that the wall needed every man it could... and yet, there was a chance down in the South to do something greater. "I'm no sword. But I'm searching for something greater for this coming fight." Felric stood up and moved to the door "I've sworn to go to Winterfell. But when I return, I'll find you. And we'll talk once more. If you could, find anything further on the smelting of valyrian steel. I think that metal will be of more help than ten thousand men." He left the room, finally planning to get some sleep.
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 6, 2012 19:55:18 GMT -5
"Wait!"
"Send detailed ravens to me. I want to know what's happening up North. If you can write the common tongue, this is a simple code that should get past people who intercept our letters."
Gerold pulled out several sheets of paper with scrambled and unscrambled letters on them, handing them to The Northerner.
"Thank you for listening to me. And be careful. Winter is Coming."
Gerold walked back into his room, shut the door, and lay down in front of it, so that any trespasser to his room would wake him up. Tomorrow he would go to Baelishs wedding. He was asleep in minutes.
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 6, 2012 20:28:58 GMT -5
The next days dawns
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Post by Gerold Hightower (The Coldeye) on Sept 6, 2012 20:31:00 GMT -5
Gerold left the inn, headed for Saltpans. The mountain passes were too dangerous to go alone, and the voyage should land him at The Fingers in time for the wedding.
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Sept 6, 2012 20:54:35 GMT -5
Wilhelm did not get much sleep, he stands outside beginning to feel the cold weather of the north. He gives a deep sigh looking towards the north.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 6, 2012 22:52:04 GMT -5
Lorraine rolled over, clenching her eyes more tightly shut against the morning light flooding in through the windows. She moaned. It was too bright and her head, which had felt so warm and light the night before, felt heavy and painful. "Aelinor?" She sat up, moving slowly to avoid making it hurt more.
Aelinor was still asleep, so she moved carefully to avoid waking her. She combed her hair, every stroke a movement too much, rearranging it into simple plaits. Nothing elaborate for today. She dressed, and left the room, inching down the stairs until she reached the common room. Thankfully, there were not so many people there this early, so it was fairly quiet. She settled herself on one of the benches and looked pitiful.
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Sept 6, 2012 23:08:00 GMT -5
Wilhelm looked tired, his wounds still not quite fully healed, he enjoys the fresh air. He can smell the clean of the snow from here, he missed it. He wonders how clean it will be when he rides off to war...
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Post by Felric Crowl on Sept 7, 2012 0:58:08 GMT -5
It seemed everyone was having a bit of glum morning. He came in tired, but happy with the nights work. The nights words though.. those could've been better. Taking two mugs of water over to the little lion, he put one down hard on the table. After seeing the flinch and reading the signs, he put the other a bit more gently down. "We reap what we sow my lady."
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 7, 2012 1:36:58 GMT -5
Lorraine looked up, dazedly, then back down at the mug of water Felric set before her. "What?" She reached out and pulled it close, peering into it. "Water?" She suddenly realised she was quite thirsty, and took a long drink. "Thank you."
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Post by Ser Edric Reed on Sept 7, 2012 7:52:12 GMT -5
Edric woke up after a short nap. He had taken the watch just before. His stomach roared at him so he made his way into the Inn to get a plate of food.
He walked over to the Innkeeper, "Some bread if you please... and a plate of bacon should you have it."
Edric took a cup and filled it with water. He noticed Lady Lorraine and Felric seated at the bench and took a seat with them.
"I hope you slept well, my lady," he greeted.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 7, 2012 11:36:17 GMT -5
Lorraine blinked at Edric. "I slept well enough, but waking up was hard. Is the morning sun always so abominably bright?"
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