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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Nov 6, 2012 0:01:21 GMT -5
"As it should, young Arthur. Rest now." Falthwyn finished smearing the ointment on his patient's limbs, cutting the clothes from his body to finish his torso. "You shouldn't speak so to your brother, Arthur. I thought I finished telling you off for such things years and years ago." He spoke quietly to Arthur as he worked, finishing when he was at last knocked out from the milk of the poppy. "He will sleep now," the old Maester said to Gerold, following him out the door.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 6, 2012 0:04:09 GMT -5
"Fuck." he promptly fell asleep.
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 6, 2012 0:06:25 GMT -5
Gerold spoke quietly to Falthwyn from outside the room. "I need your help with some research. Several shades were summoned at the wedding, as I'm sure you know. I need to know more. The Citadel usually tries to censor such things, but that's never been a problem for you. What tomes do you know of on Shadowbinding?"
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Nov 7, 2012 13:02:16 GMT -5
Falthwyn fingered the links in his chain and nodded sagely. "Blood and fire were always the Targaryen words. Fitting that they should die by them." He said this with no malice, simply posed as an observation. "Shadowbinding...there are not many, Lord Gerold. But there are a few. They do not have proper names, and most of the texts are old and only partially complete."
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 7, 2012 15:30:09 GMT -5
Gerold's brows narrowed. "Bring those, then. I'll try to pry whatever information I can out of them." He turned to go back to his room. "Thank you, Maester. Right now, you're one of the few people I can fully trust."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Nov 7, 2012 23:39:10 GMT -5
"Thank you, Lord Gerold," Falthwyn said, bowing his head. "That does mean a lot to me. I will bring you the books forthwith. Is there anything else you require of me?"
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 8, 2012 20:26:45 GMT -5
"No. That will be all for now. Have the books sent to my chambers. I'll find you if I need you." He nodded, leaving the room.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 14, 2012 11:54:42 GMT -5
Art woke and looked around. He was in his old maester's chambers. "Hello? I need milk of the poppy."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Nov 14, 2012 13:43:58 GMT -5
The Maester had been behind a tall stack off books, reading. He emerged. "Ah, Young Arthur, you're awake. Not feeling any better, I presume?" He lifted the edge of one of the bandages, checking underneath it. "Healing is going well enough." He talked to himself as he retrieved a dosage of poppy.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 15, 2012 20:31:32 GMT -5
He sat up on his elbows. "When can I fight? I need to know."
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 15, 2012 20:37:58 GMT -5
Gerold walked in. "Even if you do recover physically, I have some tests I need you to go through if you're going to command my armies. I need to make sure the sun hasn't fried your wits, whatever were there in the first place."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 15, 2012 20:41:01 GMT -5
He smiled. "I may not have your intelligence, but I could still beat your arse."
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 15, 2012 20:46:01 GMT -5
"However good you may be with a sword, it is mostly negligible in a large-scale war. You commanded the sortie against Lord Yronwood excellently during the Siege Of Oldtown, before you were captured, but I don't know if you still can lead men."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 15, 2012 20:47:29 GMT -5
"No."
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 15, 2012 20:48:52 GMT -5
"Why not?" Gerold frowned.
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