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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 23, 2012 9:58:10 GMT -5
A prison that is constantly exposed to the heat of Dorne's sun. Victims are usually roasted alive or go insane. Currently the only occupant is Ser Arthur Hightower, a knight of the Reach.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 23, 2012 10:00:14 GMT -5
(This is as Arthur!)
He crept along the cell, craving shade, wanting to get away from the hot sun. He had lost count after several weeks. His muscles were long gone and his mind nearly spent. The only thing he lived for now was vengeance.
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Post by Ulrick Sand on Oct 23, 2012 10:22:15 GMT -5
Ulrick Sand hated the Sun Cells, and usually made it his business to never go to them, though it was his duty to give a regular inspection every now and again. He noted the one occupant, one Arthur Hightower. He had spent two years in the sun cells, ever since he was captured during the siege of Oldtown. Ulrick was captain of the guard at that time. He remembered Hightower being treated as any other prisoner would under his eye. But still, two whole years... Ulrick could not even imagine the pain he must have endured during that time.
"Good day, Arthur," Ulrick said, attempting to seem courteous, "I'm sure you know who I am."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 23, 2012 10:23:34 GMT -5
"Water."was all he croaked.
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Post by Ulrick Sand on Oct 23, 2012 10:25:39 GMT -5
"I'm afraid I cannot give you water," Ulrick explained. "I hope you understand why."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 23, 2012 10:27:31 GMT -5
"I will kill you myself, Ulrick." he rasped.
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Post by Prince Edric Martell on Oct 23, 2012 10:28:08 GMT -5
Edric came walking to the Sun Cells, he would usually come every two weeks to check on Hightower. Well, he's still alive.
"Just give him water"
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Post by Ulrick Sand on Oct 23, 2012 10:31:46 GMT -5
"As you wish, my lord." Ulrick commanded one of the goalers to pass a small dish filled with water into Hightower's cell. "I'm surprised to see you here, Lord Edric," he continued, "I'm not even the fondest of these Sun Cells. You really don't need to come here."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 23, 2012 10:33:44 GMT -5
He gulped the water greedily, "First week here I drank my own piss and got myself sick." he laughed a very coarse laugh. He turned to them. "I fucking hate you all."
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Post by Prince Edric Martell on Oct 23, 2012 10:36:18 GMT -5
"Belive me, it's the last thing I want to do, I just like to check on our Ser here." he said to Ulrick ignoring Hightower.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 23, 2012 10:38:56 GMT -5
"You here me, cunt?" he stood shakily and shambled towards the door. "I fucking hate you all. I will erase the Martells and Sunspear from history. I will piss on your ashes."
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Post by Ulrick Sand on Oct 23, 2012 10:40:03 GMT -5
"There's really no point, My lord," Ulrick replied, "he's always the same. The silence, the threats... he's gone mad under the sun. I will inform you of whenever he passes away. Until then, I see no point in you taking time out of your day on these visits."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 23, 2012 10:41:39 GMT -5
"Get me out of these cells. I am heir to Oldtown, friend of Lord Tyrell, and brother to the Coldeye. I demand a tower cell out of this fucking sun." He slid against the wall.
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Post by Prince Edric Martell on Oct 23, 2012 10:43:45 GMT -5
Edric raised a brow. "Okay then, I shall leave you to have your time alone." he smiled at Hightower and left.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 23, 2012 10:48:32 GMT -5
"What the fuck do you want, my lord? What could you possibly give me?' He looked in the lord's direction.
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