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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 23, 2012 5:01:11 GMT -5
A rough leather covered book, not big nor small, it was the perfect size for someone who loved to write but needed to carry it in his travels. Six mockingbirds, lined in columns of three, adorned the cover. In the first page was written in the common tongue: "Knowladge is Power - Memories of Ser Podrick, The Maester in Honor of his Granfather Lord Petyr Baelish"...
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 24, 2012 23:56:51 GMT -5
The Titan stands tall and the mocking flies higher
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 9:21:21 GMT -5
Thanks to the gods, after ripping my notes, I found part of the torns, I'll try to put'em back in order:
Note 1: “Who in the Seven hells does this Princess… thinks she is? She is almost prouder than a…
Note 2: Then my suspicions … true, he stormed Starfall …. Reasons…
Note3: …. NEVER Piss of a man his size…. I see the Lannister …. has arrived, and she’s …. on our direction, …. going to end well…
Note4: Ser … is really … and The Lannister woman has been joined by the Dornish whore… God’s be good, my …. going to bleed…
Note5: Here I stand… drinking my water and watching… wait… what’s this accent I hear? It comes …. at the door… essosi but not sure … where from… I’ll tell… the big guy ….
Note 6: I’m on the privy, the Goldcloak …. found something weird …. the guard, let’s see what will succeed of it… Wait… now I remember.. The accent is from Braavos, I knew that it wasn’t so strange… I heard it… Braavos… meet… Sealord…
Note7: Ser Edric is a nice lad, he’s keeping one eye ... Princess… marvelous … thrown away… incest… oh the gods are cruel…
Note 8: I’m gonna melt in here….
Note9: Won’t this septon shut up?!?!?!?
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 26, 2012 7:07:44 GMT -5
Yestarday was better than the day before, I finally bought my potion with some suspicious man. Then I left with some goldcloaks and Ser Arthur, who oddly seemes very friendly after the wedding, we found nothing of my retinue, just a peculiar man in a whorehouse. After beeing striked twice by the ,now, fat dornish whore, I sparred with Ser Cedric, a good man and a fair fight but in the end the mockingbird flies higher....
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 27, 2012 12:02:22 GMT -5
Finally Jon arrived with the retinue and Lars , my squire, I was really starting to think they had been attacked by the Heretic and his brotherhood. Today is the tourney, little lars helped me vest my armor and Titan's. May the seven be good, I shall prevail today... Last and least, there are rumours that Lavinia has been kidnapped, I got nothing against the woman but I fear the accusations may hit me....
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