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Post by zeubercat on Nov 4, 2012 1:23:30 GMT -5
The main gate of the Hightower sits 20 paces from the shore of battle island. It is made of iron and wood, with a portcullis and arrow slits on the nearby battlements.
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 4, 2012 1:33:30 GMT -5
Gerold strode off the boat, his brother on a stretcher behind him. Arthur hadn't talked much more during the voyage, choosing instead to sleep and drink, and muttering only the slightest of phrases. He addressed The Maester waiting at the gate directly. "What in the name of The Seven has happened in King's Landing? Are the rumors true?"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 4, 2012 14:57:29 GMT -5
"What rumors?" Arthur asked hoarsely
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 4, 2012 15:04:36 GMT -5
Gerold turned to his stirring brother. "Apparently, The Dornish have assassinated The King. Or perhaps his son. In fact, some men at the tavern we were in yesterday swore that it was Lord Baratheon. The commons are notoriously unreliable for information."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 4, 2012 15:07:13 GMT -5
Arthur smiled. "War?"
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 4, 2012 15:09:40 GMT -5
Gerold rolled his eyes. "I don't know. And for the moment, I don't really care. Lets get inside."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 4, 2012 15:11:18 GMT -5
"Piss off, my lord."
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 4, 2012 15:19:27 GMT -5
Gerold chuckled. "Piss off? You always were the eloquent one weren't you, brother." He addressed his men. "Get him to the Maester. He's still... fragile from his ordeal."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 4, 2012 15:34:20 GMT -5
"Finally! Get me to that maester." he groaned.
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 4, 2012 15:49:17 GMT -5
The Hightower men moved, taking Arthur to the Maester's quarters. Gerold followed them. He had some business to do.
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 4, 2012 15:51:08 GMT -5
OOC: Do you want to move this to a maester's quarters thread?
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 4, 2012 16:30:16 GMT -5
OOC: sure
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 11, 2012 17:49:53 GMT -5
The Ship floated up to Battle Island, carrying its precious cargo. Gerold stepped off the boat as it bumped lightly against the wooden dock, waving his hand for Fossoway and Oakheart to follow. "This." He pointed to The Hightower towering above them. "Is my humble abode. You should be relatively safe here. The Gate and Docks are both carefully watched and heavily fortified, The Walls are smooth and nigh impossible to scale, and there are no secret passages that run through it, unlike The Red Keep. I hope you enjoy your stay." He smiled.
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 11, 2012 23:14:48 GMT -5
Aran's mouth was agape. He strained his neck to look up at the tower. "Amazing! This is my first time seeing the Hightower. It's so... well high! I can't wait to see the city!"
He had a feeling he would like it here.
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 12, 2012 0:26:30 GMT -5
Gerold smiled slightly at Oakheart's gaping mouth. "The Hightower is the most obvious spectacle in Oldtown, but there are many more. The Citadel, for instance, is an amazing sight, for those who care to look within." His thoughts darkened at the mention of The Citadel. Seven Years, and Those Bloody Maesters are still trying to kill me. He Frowned.
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