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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 15:31:59 GMT -5
The Citadel lies on the Honeywine, where its towers and domes are connected with arching stone bridges. Houses and stalls sit on the bridges.[3] The gates are flanked by a pair of tall green sphinxes with the bodies of lions, the wings of eagles and the tails of serpents. One has the face of a man, the other a woman.[ Just inside the gates of the Citadel lies the Scribe's Hearth. Here, the citizens of Oldtown come to hire scribes, usually acolytes, to write and read letters for them. The scribes wait in open stalls for their custom. Other stalls situated at the Scribe's Hearth include those where books and maps are bought and sold. The other towers and halls that make up the Citadel lay beyond Scribe's Hearth.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 15:33:08 GMT -5
A young man walked into Scribe's Hearth. Approaching the first man he sees, he smiled nervously and said "Excuse me, I am looking for the Seneschal's Court." He spoke with the accents of the highborn, most likely a youth of the Goldlands.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 15:43:38 GMT -5
"Second door on the right," a bored lad behind the counter said. "Name?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 15:47:21 GMT -5
The young man looked a bit nervous. "Moryn Hill. Thank you." He started for the door.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 15:49:54 GMT -5
The clerk shrugged. "Right. Second door on the right."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 15:51:26 GMT -5
He headed through the second door and looked around. He carried a bag filled with his belongings and had a dagger sheathed at his hip.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 15:53:48 GMT -5
"No blades allowed," a voice called out. "Too many incidents lately. The war's driven tensions to the boiling point." The speaker is a man in his early fifties, smoke grey hair and a beard. "Fill this out." The paper has a bunch of administrative questions on it.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 15:56:59 GMT -5
The young man quickly pulled his sheathed dagger off his belt and stuffed it inside his bag and out of sight. He took the papers, found a place to sit and dug pen and ink out of his bag. He began to fill out the papers.
"I will need lodging," he said to the bearded man. "I was hoping I could undertake a scribe's work in return for coin. I would be happy to work in the archives, copying old texts, if there is a need for such things."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Apr 17, 2015 18:46:09 GMT -5
Ser Godfrey Flowers took the opportunity to visit the Citadel while he was in Oldtown as the news from Highgarden meant he could not return there. As the eldest surviving son of Lord Harlan, his father's wife Aelinor Lannister had prevailed upon her reluctant husband to send Godfrey to the Citadel to train as a maester. From the age of 15, Godfrey had trained as a reluctant novice and acolyte. However at his younger half-brother's Hendry's death, when Godfrey was 20, a grieving Lord Harlan had recalled his son. Godfrey had been only too pleased to leave the Citadel, but the learning he had gained had served him well.
SerGodfrey was still well known and of course his sister was married to Lord Alaric, so he had no difficulty in gaining entry. His mission was clear - find out what he could about their enemies and particularly this Emperor Vhagus. The library that stored such information as well as maybe the archive would be the place.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 6:59:40 GMT -5
Empreror Vhagus is rather young to have too many books on him, particularly so far away from his area of prime influence. Godfrey will probably need to find someone from the east to talk to for reliable information about him. He isn't even mentioned in any of the Targaryen histories available.
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The man looks at Moryn. "You have to take classes first. Can't just trust rare manuscripts to...novices." He near spits the word. "You can sweep for now, and clean."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 18, 2015 7:18:29 GMT -5
"I can do that," the young man said eagerly. It didn't sound too hard. "Am I in now? How do I find out what classes to go to first?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 7:24:33 GMT -5
The man chuckled. "We find that out on...selection day."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 18, 2015 11:20:08 GMT -5
"So what happens now? Can I walk freely around the complex? I would like to meet some other novices too."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 13:35:24 GMT -5
"Shit, no!" he said. "You stay in the applicant's barracks. Plenty of novices there."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 18, 2015 13:41:32 GMT -5
"As you wish. Can you recommend someone to show me where to go? I'd like to get started on that work, too. I expect I'll need the money."
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