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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 5:29:55 GMT -5
Alysanne nods. "Well, maybe. I need to find a husband first. The war has gotten in the way," she said. "And people have fallen before, usually in the winter."
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Beric shakes a head. "I'll be fine. A maester is on his way, right from the Citadel. Thanks for your concern."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 26, 2015 6:09:39 GMT -5
"It's none of my business but I hope you have a match that has a strong love of the Seven," Dice said, happy with her tour so far. She felt she had got most of what she needed. The halls and stairs would be tricky. Some had seen her here during the day, would it be strange to be seen at night? Probably. Her link to Alysanne was weak. Questions may be asked what she was doing around the tower all by herself at night. She would have to finish her mission and perhaps never set foot back in Oldtown again, lest someone remember her face. She knew she might be over thinking things, but alas she wanted to stay alive this time. She felt a fervor to keep on doing the Seven's work. She studied Alysanne and thought of her as a good talisman. She didn't know the girl that well, she could be a sausage sucker or a clam hunter for all she knew but at least in public she showed dedication to the Faith.
She felt driven to accomplish her mission. Alysanne would be hurt, but it was for the best. Dice got a thousand yard stare as she remembered herself playing in the streets of Gulltown, blowing into her hands which held a crooked pair of dice. The action was all superfluous, an act of hoping for luck when the game was rigged already. That's how she imagined the Gods were like, they had the game rigged for them all. As the Holiness had said, each had a part to play even if they didn't know it.
"Sorry, what were we talking about? I lost my train of thought." Dice put a hand on her stomach and made a face, "Woman troubles," she said lightly, "Can I meet you somewhere, I don't want to make you wait."
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Post by Ser Theomore Bulwer on Mar 26, 2015 6:51:57 GMT -5
Beric shakes a head. "I'll be fine. A maester is on his way, right from the Citadel. Thanks for your concern." Ser Theomore stopped and turned around to head back to the chair again. "A Maester, Lord Beric. Is everything alright with you?" he said with a worried tone to his voice. This was not the time for losing someone like Lord Beric, not in the days ahead. If he died then House Hightower would be ruled by Alaric and even if the two of them had once been friends, Theomore believed in all of his soul that wouldn't end in any good way for him, the lands around Oldtown or the Goldlands at all. With the dark clouds hanging all over them, the Gods wouldn't be as cruel as to take away a man as good as Lord Beric. Ser Theomore reminded himself that he would go and pray to the Mother for Lord Beric's health as soon as their meeting was over.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 10:00:10 GMT -5
Alysanne nods in understanding. "Next floor, second door on the left," she said. "I'll be here."
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Beric waves a hand. "It's nothing, just a precaution. The Father isn't done with me yet, Ser Theomore. Not until I can stop the war his sons are trying to start."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 26, 2015 19:45:38 GMT -5
Dice excused herself and began going down the stairs. It would take her some time to get to where her target was. But she started toward it nevertheless.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 27, 2015 6:20:43 GMT -5
She has no troublle making it there. The Hightower is largely empty due to the war and the time of day. Most people stick to the lower fifty feet.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 27, 2015 6:32:40 GMT -5
Nevertheless despite the lack of people around Dice tried to stick to being stealthy in case someone did just suddenly pop out of somewhere. She made her way to the floor that Aly had indicated where her and her father did prayers, figuring their rooms where near that area. If it came to it Dice would go to the prayer room and start her search for the proper room from there.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 27, 2015 10:10:12 GMT -5
He sees the chapel area, and she is correct, the quarters are the floor below that. Lord Beric's rom is easy enough to spot.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 27, 2015 10:39:29 GMT -5
Dice rubbed between her legs and felt the weight that hung there beneath her robes. She perked up her hearing as best she could to listen to anyone behind the doors as she walked to Lord Beric's. She'd give it a knock to see if he was inside.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 27, 2015 10:41:27 GMT -5
"Yes?" the voice answers. "The door is unlocked." The voice is sick, weak.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 27, 2015 10:50:23 GMT -5
Dice opened the door and peered inside, fearful of a trap. If it was clear enough she'd proceed inside all the while prepared to defend herself. "Lord Beric?" she asked inquisitively.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 27, 2015 10:51:18 GMT -5
The older man is sitting on a chair near his bed, reading a book. He looks up. "Yes?"
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 27, 2015 10:58:55 GMT -5
"I have come to offer prayer for you Lord Beric," Dice said softly while coming closer.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 27, 2015 11:01:36 GMT -5
Beric looks at her carefully. "So, the High Septon comes at last, does he?" He sighed. "One of his new sorcerer killers, are you?" He coughs, and Dice sees blood come out. "Have you sold your soul for his magic, too?"
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 27, 2015 11:10:56 GMT -5
"The was a time I thought I had lost it," she reached into her robe and pulled out her dagger, "But my faith shielded me." Dice gripped her dagger, "I will say a prayer for you and I hope the Father judges you fairly. You have many sins to atone for."
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