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Post by zeubercat on Oct 29, 2012 21:49:40 GMT -5
Gerold frowned. "Will burning every Dornish man alive bring you peace? Will it cure your sores? Tend to your wounds? Bring back our father? No. It will only serve to cause you more grief. If you truly wish to make war, than I will hear you out. But not here. Not now."
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 3, 2012 17:55:59 GMT -5
OOC: Please reply, Longthorn. It's almost been a week.
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Post by The Light on Nov 3, 2012 18:09:49 GMT -5
Ooc: There has been a time jump so if you really would like to skip to Oldtown, please feel free to.
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 3, 2012 18:19:18 GMT -5
OOC: Very well then.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 4, 2012 14:47:21 GMT -5
OOC: I am sincerely sorry. These pups have me occupied a lot.
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 4, 2012 15:00:17 GMT -5
OOC: It's cool. Animals are certainly a handful.
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 6, 2012 2:52:44 GMT -5
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Ser Aran Oakheart left King's Landing with Jonnet Tyrell and the young heir of house Fossoway. After the events of the Dragon's Wedding, Lord Tyrell thought it best to send his heir to the safety of Highgarden. In their escort were thirty Tarly and forty Fossoway men-at-arms. First they would stop at Cider Hall to put the remains of Lord Fossoway to rest.
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 9, 2012 0:18:15 GMT -5
Gerold rode with twenty of his men swiftly up The Roseroad, traveling several leagues North of Highgarden. He espied the company going South, and rode to intercept them, his horses stopping just short of The Tarly Men-at-arms.
"Aran Oakheart, I presume? Lord Tyrell informed me you might be coming this way."
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 9, 2012 12:56:59 GMT -5
Aran saw the banners of the man who had rode up to him, an argent tower on a field of dark grey.
"Lord Hightower, we were not expecting you. We were just making our way from Cider Hall. Lord Fossoway is dead and I saw to it that his heir made it home."
The Fossoway men-at-arms at stayed behind at Cider Hall, now that the rest of the journey was on the safer road to Highgarden.
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 9, 2012 13:05:22 GMT -5
"I've been instructed to take both you and The Young Apple to Oldtown. Neither Cider Hall nor Highgarden are safe right now. As of right now, The Hightower is one of the safest places in Westeros." Gerold frowned.
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 9, 2012 13:31:35 GMT -5
Aran believed it, the Hightower of Oldtown had always stayed from war. "These are dark days my Lord."
Aran turned to Jonnet, "It seems we are headed to Oldtown." And then to Hightower, "We should not tarry here any longer, please, lead on."
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 9, 2012 13:33:31 GMT -5
Gerold nodded. "Save another skilled sorcery attack, you should be relatively safe there." He spurred his horse Southwards, trusting his men and Oakheart to follow.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 23, 2012 20:27:47 GMT -5
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They hit the road in the early hours. Five hundred horsed men surrounded him, mostly knights. They were joining another group farther up the Roseroad. He had spoken of treason before, but had never taken it this far. I must reach Highgarden.
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