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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 13, 2015 15:10:09 GMT -5
From this angle, the wanderers could make out the geography of the island. Atop the higher portion sat the Red Keep, a lumbering monstrosity that reminded one of Winterfell or Storm's End. Ancient, of a school of architecture better described by septons than maesters. The monolith covered most of the island, but it was unapproachable. It was surrounded by harsh cliffs, with the lower fields surrounded by several walls and gates. Upon closer examination, the wild forests spied from the sea were revealed to be overcoming the stone walls, flowing like some green flood. It has been a long time since anyone trimmed the estate.
The Blue Rose set down at the dock, a stone artifice that was still strong, but cluttered with the trash of past visitors. At the end of the pier stood a house, presumably the dockmaster's, and beyond that, nestled in the wall surrounding the isle, was what appeared to be a gate.
Raskin loaned the group the use of a rowboat. Before sending the boat off, he warned, "There'll be a codger named Sandor at the house, or there used to be. He's a mean one, used to serve as a knight to Lord Upcliff, but he'll treat you fair if you don't cause trouble, and don't stare at his daughter too long."
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Post by Kurts on Aug 13, 2015 16:08:09 GMT -5
Letho honed his blade in silence as the rowboat lazily approached their destination, eyes fixed upon the towering edifice they hand taken up the task of exploring. Nature has begin to reclaim this keep, as the sea had begun to reclaim Ghaston Grey. This was a place for men no longer.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 13, 2015 16:26:07 GMT -5
The mistwas still thick, but it was likely still a few hours before dusk. Upon closer examination, the dock was littered with old wreckage. Timber from ships, the rope likely once binding them. Beneath it, the stone was cracking with age. In the queer light, it appeared even more unstable, crumbling, but it held firm beneath the crow's foot as he exited the boat.
"Ah can see where the name cooms froom. Me bowels are already feelin' weakly, and Ah haven't even touched the soddin' sod." He laughed, though not robustly. Noone greeted the travelers.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 13, 2015 16:57:37 GMT -5
"Well it seems manners degrade in this accursed kingdom even faster than the weather," the maester huffs. "All this land and no greeting. How profoundly rude."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 13, 2015 17:27:07 GMT -5
Martin helped the maester up onto the dock. "One wonders if good King Terrence sent a raven ahead of oos."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Aug 13, 2015 18:21:15 GMT -5
Myles took a swing of his wine skin and rolled his eyes at the place. "Cost more to fix this place than to just build a new one... Somewhere else." Myles said to no one in particular.
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Post by Raven Umber on Aug 14, 2015 12:52:33 GMT -5
Mina as usual didn't say much, she just looked at the water then to the castle, that sat alone.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 18, 2015 14:49:08 GMT -5
Galloway looked at everyone. "Well, best be walking to this domicile!" he said, traversing the dock to the house. "Master Sandor? You have guests!"
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 20, 2015 19:03:37 GMT -5
Silence.
After a moment, Martin drew his longsword and slowly approached the door. "Get back, Maester."
He looked at the others. "Prepare yerselves. This may be the moment when boys and girls becoome men and... not ladies."
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Post by Raven Umber on Aug 20, 2015 19:05:35 GMT -5
Mina glanced at Martin and shook her head with a smirk. Maybe his vision was as bad as his accent.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 20, 2015 19:09:37 GMT -5
Galloway backs off. "This isn't the plan....!"
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