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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Apr 11, 2015 23:23:54 GMT -5
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Ser Godfrey Flowers arrives in Oldtown and makes his way to the Hightower to meet the new lord! Alaric Hightower, the husband of his half sister.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 12, 2015 7:48:46 GMT -5
Ser Alaric is assembling the men of Oldtown to move to Highgarden. He nods to the man. "Ser Godfrey. How is the day finding you?"
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Apr 12, 2015 16:26:50 GMT -5
Godfrey wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.
"My brother keeps me busy Lord Alaric, but otherwise the day goes well. I see your preparations are well advanced. There has been no sign of Redwyne or Ironborn fleet?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 12, 2015 20:55:51 GMT -5
"They stormed the shields, but the Arbor fleet put it on'em," he said. "We'll be leaving shortly."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Apr 12, 2015 21:19:12 GMT -5
Godfrey nodded, perturbed at the news. Either way the Shields were lost to King Rycherd, something that his brother had envisaged in any case.
"Raiders can move up the Mander and potentially threaten Highgarden in that case. Your troops will be needed and soon I feel. he said. "What of Oldtown? You will leave a defensive force of some size here?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 13, 2015 10:12:12 GMT -5
"Of course," he said. "The City Watch is two thousand, and we will have another force of three thousand men patrolling the city and the tips of the peninsulas. If the raiders come, we will be ready."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 26, 2015 14:41:50 GMT -5
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Morgan arrived at the Hightower with Olyvar. Nervously approaching the guards, she said "Good day to you. We've come from the Citadel with a message for Lady Hightower."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 14:44:40 GMT -5
A grim man looks at them. "Citadel? More complainants begging the lady to change her mind? Save your damned time and hers," he says.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 26, 2015 14:56:24 GMT -5
"No," she said. "We are not here to complain about the new lady novices. I intend to offer them my friendship. Olyvar and I are new novices too.. The newest students should stick together. But I come to ask for an audience with Lady Hightower. I would like to make a...proposal to her."
She looked to Olyvar in a mute appeal for help.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 15:01:40 GMT -5
The man chuckles. "I do hear she's newly single," he says. Olyvar rolls his eyes.
"Ser, I'm Olyvar Manderly, onetime bannerman to the Lady Arania. My eldest brother has a message for her, if it please you." The guard looks at him then lets them through.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 26, 2015 15:09:50 GMT -5
Morgan gave him a quick smile and mouthed "Thank you." They headed through the Hightower towards the audience chamber. Morgan said "How well do you know Lady Arania, truly?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 15:15:08 GMT -5
"Not well, but she'd know me by sight, I think." They are ushered up an eighty foot flight of stairs and immediately sent, out of breath, to the Lady's chamber. She sits on a throne, a dozen armed men surrounding the room. Her ice blue eyes regard the pair curiously. "I hear one of you has a message for me." She looks annoyed. "I doubt you're here on behalf of the Citadel. They send old men, not northmen and novices."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 26, 2015 15:35:55 GMT -5
Morgan bowed, slightly clumsy since she was more used to curtseying.
"Lady Hightower, I apologise for the intrusion. I have heard you are now admitting women to the ranks of the Citadel. I would like to ask you to offer a place to a lady of my acquaintance. Lady Morgan Brax, of Hornvale."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 15:39:42 GMT -5
"The vanished one?" Arania says, evenly. "I imagine Lord Brax would have found your information much more useful; I do believe Lady Brax threw herself out a window upon hearing of her. I believe capture by the Ironborn at Lannisport is what they believe happened?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 26, 2015 15:53:26 GMT -5
Morgan paled. For a moment she thought she was going to throw up. She and her mother had often clashed but Morgan had always assumed they would meet again, one day.
"I believe that is so," she said warily. "Lady Hightower, may I speak privately? The lady's current whereabouts are a rather...delicate matter."
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