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Post by zeubercat on Nov 19, 2012 19:36:49 GMT -5
Gerold picked up another cracker and popped it in his mouth. "Oh don't be silly, Arthur. One word from me and The Shield will jump in here and beat whatever life is remaining in that shell of yours. You could still have time to stab me, of course, but it would cost you your life, and then how would you get to sit on the ashes of Sunspear?" He chewed the cracker loudly.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 19, 2012 19:41:36 GMT -5
"The Shield? That little prick? If I had my sword, I'd cut him to bloody fucking pieces. Unfortunately, I can't hold one, let alone swing one." he sat down and sighed. "I never asked for this. I was a great warrior, destined for the Kingsguard. Now I'm not even fit to be a begging brother, let alone heir to Oldtown."
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 19, 2012 19:51:05 GMT -5
"Like I said, you're a broken man, but I'm going to fix you. The first step is simple. Observe." Gerold picked up the small flask of milk of the poppy by Arthur's bedside and flung it out the window. It was several seconds before a distinct plop was heard. Then he moved around the room, methodically picking up jars of the substance and tossing them out into the water. "The poppy is infesting your veins, making it hard to see straight. If you're going to get back on your feet, you need to stop drinking that stuff."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 19, 2012 19:57:11 GMT -5
He stood again, uneasy. "I don't need poppy. I can do without it. I'm stronger than it."
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 19, 2012 19:58:47 GMT -5
Gerold nodded. "The pain will come soon. Part of you will want the milk back. But resist it. You're going to need to be awake for what comes next."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 19, 2012 20:02:09 GMT -5
"What comes next, Gerold?" he smiled. "I want my sword."
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 19, 2012 20:05:34 GMT -5
"You'll get it. You're going to remember how to use it again. Try walking around for the rest of today, test your strength. Tomorrow at noon, be at the docks."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 19, 2012 20:06:33 GMT -5
"Fine." he walked through the door, struggling heavily.
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 19, 2012 20:08:34 GMT -5
Gerold gave a little smile, than walked out, turning the opposite way to his chambers. He had some research to do.
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