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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 7, 2012 15:20:18 GMT -5
Ser Gerold entered the fortress with Princess Nayla's troops. He left his squires with the rest of the troops and joined the lords and knights at the feast. The food was exceptional and the tales being spun were numerous some of which so exaggerated that only a fool would believe them.
Gerold watched Ser Markus Dayne as he sat with the other more prominent guests. Gerold and Markus shared many similar features. Had they sat next to each other there would be no doubt that they were related. That was where the similarities ended though.
Gerold stared at Markus, wondering if he was worthy of such a weapon as Dawn. What did it matter, bastards did not inherit names, weapons, or lofty titles. He put his mug on the table slightly harder than intended spilling some of the contents.
Gerold stood and began his way from the room. He paused as he passed a rhoynish looking serving girl, Nycella was her name. Gerold had visited her from time to time when traveling the realm. She was a magnificent lover and always had news to share of happenings in and around the realm. Gerold placed his mug on her tray. "Your room after the feast?" he asked with a mischievous grin.
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Ser Gerold sits in a chair in the small spartan room waiting for Nycella to finish serving at the feast.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 19:19:16 GMT -5
The young woman walks in and looks about. "Where's the wine, ser? You always forget the wine."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 7, 2012 20:38:25 GMT -5
Gerold put his empty hands towards her with his palms up. "I have yet to find a vintage worthy of such beauty." He smiled warmly. "Come, sit." He told her motioning for her to sit on his lap.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 20:41:56 GMT -5
She rolls her eyes. "You need wine to make me believe that compliment." She locks her door, removes her tunic and sits on the knight's lap. "And what does brave Ser Gerold need from his woman tonight?"
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 7, 2012 20:53:43 GMT -5
Gerold moved a lock of hair so he could gaze into her beautiful eyes. "A night in the arms of a goddess." The back of his fingers running down the side of her face. "To forget this cruel world for a while."
Then in the morning he would lie in bed with her with his head pillowed on her chest and they would discuss the latest news. As always the conversation would turn to the whereabouts of Ser Ilyn Lordsbane.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 21:07:18 GMT -5
Amazingly, this basic description of events proves accurate. Nycella looks at him, head on her teat like a baby with a beard, and shakes her head. "Lordsbane hasn't been in Dorne in at least a half year."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 7, 2012 21:18:53 GMT -5
The mention of Lordsbane made Gerold tense slightly. "Is the source reliable?" He asked purposely not requesting the name of the source for she wouldn't give it. Not without a hefty sum.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 21:19:59 GMT -5
"I wouldn't say it if I didn't believe it. Although you know what silver does for my memory..." she flicked between his legs.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 7, 2012 21:38:35 GMT -5
Gerold flinched instinctively at the flick then rolled on top of her positioning himself between her legs. He pressed his manhood against her with a smile then gently bit her left nipple playfully pinning her hands to the bed with his own. "You'll get your silver my dear and maybe a little extra."
Gerold rolled off of her then reached into one of his saddlebags. He produced a silver necklace with several dornish suns linked together handing it to her. It was payment for a favor he had done for a jeweler in sunspear. "This should begin to refresh your memory." Gerold smiled though it quickly faded. "Where was he last seen?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 21:44:14 GMT -5
She inspects it a moment. "He made common cause with some other miscreants and they left Dorne headed north trough the mountains. Supposedly, they are going to Mason Keep."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 7, 2012 22:03:30 GMT -5
"Lordsbane would never miss a tourney of this magnitude. He is too brazen to not make an appearance. I am sure he will have these miscreants to guard his back." Gerold was talking aloud not expecting a response. He walked over to the basin splashing water on his face and rinsing his mouth.
"What news of Princess Nayla? Has she been hatching any plans that you are aware of?" He asked
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 22:05:13 GMT -5
"She just passed through the castle, but we're too far away for me to know anything about that."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 7, 2012 22:10:57 GMT -5
Gerold arched an eyebrow. It was not often that she had no information on a given person or subject. "None of your sources passed along anything regarding the princess? Not even a rumor?" Gerold said in disbelief.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 22:24:47 GMT -5
"Her new advisor, Hatteras Sand..she apparently scares the informants more than silver tempts them. It's not like I'm some master spymistress, after all," she teases.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 7, 2012 22:32:55 GMT -5
"Mayhaps not but you do not give yourself enough credit." Nycella was beautiful and when men drank they talked way too much. She may be no spymistress though she was very good at gathering information. Just gazing upon her was making his blood stir. He needed to gather the remaining news so he could fuck her once more before he left. Gerold would need to leave soon for Mason Keep.
"What of Lord Yronwood, any news there?" He asked as he walked back to the bed sitting on the edge.
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