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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 21, 2012 12:55:59 GMT -5
A well-kept brothel and bar in Oldtown. It is famous for its wine from the Arbor and its women from all over the Earth. It has had many notable patrons including both the Hightower brothers, the Captain of the Watch, and extremely wealthy merchants. It has three levels and steam rooms in the sub-level. Currently the Prince of Highgarden sits in the highest tower enjoying the company of Alexi, his favorite.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 21, 2012 12:57:29 GMT -5
He sat on the edge of the bed, breathing deeply. "Well, well, well. Someone learned something new, and it was wonderful." He stood and buckled his longsword and dirk to his belt. He tossed Alexi a golden dragon and slipped his shirt on.
He moved to the other side of the room and gazed out of the balcony. Oldtown lay before him, sprawling in all directions. He saw the port full of ships and the yard full of guards training. I should be with father, fighting and winning. This room was the highest in the entire brothel. It was circular and the floor was dominated by the bed, a mass of sheets and pillows.
He moved from the window and took a swig of wine and swished it through his mouth. He spit it into a spittoon in the corner and set about to tying his boots.
"You did your prince a great service today, my lady." He smiled devilishly.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Dec 23, 2012 13:46:16 GMT -5
A man in the distinct green and gold of House Tyrell staggered into the inn. His legs were bowed as though he had spent most of his life riding, which he had. His horse outside did not prane or strain at the place where it was tied. It was more tired than the man it had carried from Highgarden.
"Milord! Milord, are you in residence?" He cried out as though he were mad, the exhaustion heavy in his voice.
The innkeep looked at him oddly. "Quiet down. I'll have none of this in my establishment."
The rider did not even look at the innkeep. "Lord- Prince Jonnet! Prince Jonnet Tyrell?"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 23, 2012 14:06:45 GMT -5
He heard the ruckus and walked downstairs, leaving his consort to herself. He entered the lavish lobby and approached the man. He handed him a glass of Arbor Gold. "Here drink first. Then tell me what happened."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Dec 23, 2012 14:20:53 GMT -5
The man drank, spilling a good deal down his front as he chugged off a deep draught. Wiping his mouth on the back of his dusty sleeve, he finally was able to speak. He fell to one knee before young Jonnet. "Your Lord father's dead. King..." He could hardly keep his words straight. "Killed before the battle. I left before I could learn of much more than that."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 23, 2012 14:23:30 GMT -5
He threw the man against the wall and drew his dirk. He put it against the man's neck. "Who killed him?!." He screamed, covering the man's face in spittle.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Dec 23, 2012 14:36:16 GMT -5
The man did not have the energy to scream in fear, but he shuddered and shyed away from the young man's knife. "T-they say it was an assassin sent by the Lord Regent, the Blackfyre! But rumors...so many rumors! Please don't kill me!"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 23, 2012 14:40:31 GMT -5
((boy? He's 21.))
He yelled again and stabbed his dirk into the wall next to the man. He grabbed the rider by the throat and held him. "What kind of other rumors?"
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Dec 23, 2012 15:01:50 GMT -5
(I thought he was a teenager! Sorry! Fixed it!)
The man almost wet himself. "Rumors of...betrayal! Of the deed being done at the hands of your father's allies!"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 23, 2012 15:04:14 GMT -5
He threw the dirk to the ground. "My father's allies? Who? Tarly? Lannister?" He loomed in closer. "Gerold?"
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Dec 23, 2012 15:13:26 GMT -5
The man let himself breathe a little more freely. "I have heard many things, I have heard Hightower, and I have heard Lannister, and I have heard that his Kingsguard butchered him in his tent. The truth is...the truth is that nobody knows what is going on. I just thought...bloody hell, I just thought I should let his heir know."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 23, 2012 15:15:33 GMT -5
"Where is my father's camp? I must see him for myself."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Dec 23, 2012 15:17:02 GMT -5
"I can take you there," the rider said as he slumped to the floor. "Just...a bit of rest, a bite to eat..."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 23, 2012 15:19:10 GMT -5
He scooped up the rider. "No time for that. You'll sleep and eat in your saddle." He motioned to the innkeep. "Have someone fetch my horse and get a new one for this man here. Find him some jerky and bread too."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Dec 23, 2012 15:29:45 GMT -5
The man pushed the Tyrell heir away. "I can stand." His legs wobbled a little, but he could support his weight. He looked at the young man carefully. "If it isn't...presumptuous of me to ask? Shall I call you King or Lord, sir?"
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