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Post by zeubercat on Oct 28, 2012 1:48:53 GMT -5
The Roseroad is like any other road in Westeros, going from King's Landing to Highgarden, and then to Oldtown, by the sea.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 29, 2012 2:26:01 GMT -5
Gerold rode along the road with his men. His brother slumped, still unconscious, across a horse. He gnashed his teeth, frustrated. His men sat silently in their saddles, not speaking a word as he clenched his fists.
Why do we continue to make the same mistakes, century after century, generation after generation? We know the eventual outcome. Our ancestors warn us a thousand times. The past and the future scream at us to stop, don't try and seize power, don't poison that lord, don't go to war, but we, vicious, selfish, power-hungry whores that we are, ignore their desperate pleas. Westeros is no more than a wheel, spinning round and round to the same points. From the days of Aegon to a thousand years in the distant future, we have and will continue to fail at the same tests. Save Westeros? I'm done with that. This world can go fuck itself in the arse, and when Winter comes, and The Long Night falls over the sodden ashes of The Seven Kingdoms, I will laugh. I will laugh long and hard from as far South I can get, and then I will fall too. Because I am no better than them.
Gerold gave a black laugh.
I'm only human.
He kept riding.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 29, 2012 16:11:02 GMT -5
Arthur slumped in the saddle. He felt the heat of the sun on his back. He felt the burning sensation and started crying. "No, no more sun. Please stop Ulrick, you fucking bastard." He let out a long moan and continued crying, his entire body shaking.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 29, 2012 16:17:17 GMT -5
Gerold signaled to his men. "Get him out of the sun, and give him some water." His soldiers followed his orders, propping Arthur up under a tree and pouring water down his throat.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 29, 2012 16:21:18 GMT -5
"The fucking sun. The fucking Dornish. I will kill them all." he cried some more. He finally felt the grass. "Where am I?" he looked around, his eyes adjusting. "Gerold."
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 29, 2012 16:26:11 GMT -5
Gerold smiled. "Arthur. You're in my hands. And safe, for now."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 29, 2012 18:05:43 GMT -5
"Safe in your hands?" he barked out laughter. "I am never safe, not with you. You want me dead, I know it. You want to give me to the sun people. I won't go!" he tried to stand, but fell over.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 29, 2012 18:08:48 GMT -5
Gerold rolled his eyes. This was going to be difficult. "I saved you from The Sun People, And if I wanted you dead, you'd be feasting with The Warrior right now. What you need to do right now is rest. I'm taking you back to The Hightower."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 29, 2012 18:11:07 GMT -5
He looked at him, staring hard. "No."
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 29, 2012 18:16:08 GMT -5
Gerold frowned. "Where else would you go? Without my water and healing, you'll be dead in days, if not hours. You don't have much of a choice, at this point." He sighed. Why am I saving this worthless man whose only purpose in life right now is to kill Dornish?
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 29, 2012 18:23:36 GMT -5
The sun people want me, want to kill me. He smiled. "Why can't we go to Highgarden? They have pretty girls there and a maester. He can patch me up."
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 29, 2012 18:28:11 GMT -5
"Because Hightower is safer. And I didn't save your pathetic life just so you could pursue your whoring habit. Before you got captured, you had what, 17 different women in the capital?"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 29, 2012 18:35:45 GMT -5
"More. Some trained in the Seven Sighs." He smiled again. "No whores in Sunspear though. None in the Sun Cells." his eyes went miles away. He shrieked. "No more sun! It burns! Ulrick, no more whipping! Please, help me. Help. Me" He started crying again, racking with sobs.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 29, 2012 18:39:42 GMT -5
Gerold signaled to his men. Arthur would be traveling under a makeshift roof of sorts, keeping him away from the heat and sun. It would slow them down, but it was better than nothing. For now, Gerold took cold rags and put them under his brothers armpits and on his chest and forehead.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 29, 2012 18:42:43 GMT -5
He grabbed Gerold by the arm and looked into his eyes. "Please brother, if you hold any love for me, help me. You don't know what they did to me. They must burn."
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