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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 2, 2012 2:37:00 GMT -5
A modest room with a bed on one side and a wall full of armor and weapons on the other. A single book lies on the floor, "How to Kill."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 2, 2012 2:42:00 GMT -5
He erupted from his rest dagger in hand and breathing heavily. He had put on more weight and muscle since coming back home and didn't look like a stranger anymore. His slouch had disappeared and so did much of the burnt skin. He looked nearly like his old self.
He was drenched in a cold sweat. It was that dream again. Aym...I'm sorry. He pulled him self out of bed and into a tunic and breeches. He strapped his longsword to his belt and the dagger also. He tied his boots and left his room.
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 2, 2012 3:02:16 GMT -5
Gerold waited for him outside. "Good to see you awake so early. Are you coming with us?" He turned, walking down a long flight of steps, assuming his brother would follow. "We're leaving today for Highgarden, and I want you to come with us."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 2, 2012 3:06:05 GMT -5
"Today? To see Lord Leo?" he laughed. "Oh, gods yes. We can discuss battle plans. That maester of yours worked wonders. I feel like a new man."
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 2, 2012 3:12:29 GMT -5
Gerold nodded. "Good. You'll need it. Dark times are ahead." He stopped on the stairs and turned to face Arthur. "Tell me, brother. Before you were captured by The Dornish, how well did you know Leobald Tyrell?"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 2, 2012 3:24:52 GMT -5
"Talked to him from time to time while I was staying in Highgarden. He's a good man and I know he'll support my cause." he rubbed his longsword's pommel.
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 2, 2012 3:33:47 GMT -5
Gerold frowned. "He wrote a letter to me. He said that he had spoken treason. I don't know why. He was advocating peace." He turned back and started back down the stairs. "I think he's going to secede from the rest of the kingdom. I'm going to try and dissuade him." He paused. "But If I can't," He clenched his fists. "I'll ensure that he wins his war like lightning."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 2, 2012 3:36:52 GMT -5
He flexed his sword arm. "Get me back out there. I'm ready. Just tell Aym to fetch my hor-" he caught himself, his mood darkening considerably.
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 2, 2012 3:47:02 GMT -5
Gerold shifted slightly. "He was your squire, wasn't he?" He thought back to the night Lord Yronwood was killed. Why Arthur, why? We had it under control, why did you have to go out there and give up your life?
"I'm sorry."
I'm not sure which is worse: that I let my brother slip through my fingers and get captured, or that I was actually happy when he did.
"Did someone ever tell you what happened after you slaughtered Lord Yronwood, and you were captured?"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 2, 2012 3:50:21 GMT -5
He looked at his brother. "No, they tried plenty times to convert me. But I'm a Warrior's man. It wasn't slaughter."
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 2, 2012 4:07:00 GMT -5
"You were a hero. Killing Lord Yronwood disheartened their forces, though to be quite honest, losing you didn't help our morale either." He swallowed. "From that point onward, they never set foot in Oldtown. Whatever commander they replaced Yronwood with, he was as incompetent as a drunken fool. Right up until Lord Tyrell swept their host from our walls, we held them, thanks to you."
"And Do you know what I said when Leobald asked me to open my gates and help him assault The Marches?" He stopped, and looked out a window into the rising sun.
"I told him to go to hell alone. War will make us all into monsters." He abruptly turned back and kept walking.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 2, 2012 4:10:40 GMT -5
"I didn't laugh." he confessed.
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 2, 2012 22:47:10 GMT -5
Gerold nodded. "Few men do. I am glad to know you are not one of them." He spoke as they reached the bottom of the flight, opening a door into the misty morning air. "Let's go." He stepped onto the ship waiting for them. "Time to pay Lord Tyrell a visit."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 3, 2012 9:07:15 GMT -5
He adjusted his sword belt. "As you say, brother." he followed.
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