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Post by The Darkness on Oct 20, 2012 22:45:25 GMT -5
Oakheart nods and looks to Tyrell. "My Lord?"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 20, 2012 22:47:05 GMT -5
"I need your guidance. You are my brother now. Sit. Drink." he beckoned towards a seat.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 20, 2012 22:48:11 GMT -5
Gerold stood up and looked out the window, at the beauty of the city. He took a breath of fresh air. "My lord. You wanted to speak in private. What do you have to say?"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 20, 2012 22:49:58 GMT -5
"Some of these men want to continue the war. I do not. I will take the blow and not hit down." he took a sip of Arbor Gold.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 20, 2012 22:53:20 GMT -5
Gerold breathed slightly easier. "Thank you, my lord. This means a lot to me, and it will to Westeros. When do we leave for these talks?" He turned back to Leobald.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 20, 2012 22:55:42 GMT -5
"When the other Lord Paramounts get their shit together." he smiled. "Todric Tully and the Stark are good. We're waiting for the Lion and that Arryn boy."
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 20, 2012 22:58:11 GMT -5
"I am a fighter, not a talker, if bad people come to you I kill them. Simple." He says.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 20, 2012 22:58:50 GMT -5
"Good. We should leave for the capital within the week then."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 20, 2012 23:04:40 GMT -5
"We can only hope. Lord Tarly and Fossoway want to continue this war. One is my cousin, the other a friend since childhood. What should I do?" he drained his glass.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 21, 2012 0:06:40 GMT -5
"As much as I hate to say this, duty comes before friends, my lord. Be that as it may, it is certainly possible for you to have both. All you have to do is convince Lord's Tarly and Fossoway to not pursue war. Hopefully we can gain something in these peace talks that will be recompense enough for both of them."
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 21, 2012 0:12:37 GMT -5
"I am sure if the Tyrells do not want war, their lords will follow, like it or not." He says from his quiet chair.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 21, 2012 0:17:17 GMT -5
He nods to Oakheart. "I never asked for this. Willard should be lord. or Lyonel. or Lanius. Not me. I was fourth in succession." A knock came on the door. "Probably my lady." He goes to open the door.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 21, 2012 0:25:37 GMT -5
Gerold looked at the door. "Lady Bree I presume."
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 21, 2012 0:33:29 GMT -5
She Curtsies, "Hello my lords, Mari told me this was private why was I called?" She asks in a soft voice.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 21, 2012 0:38:10 GMT -5
He takes her hand. "I want you to meet Lord Gerold Hightower of Oldtown."
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