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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 15:52:45 GMT -5
Bryce thinks it over a second. "Indeed, we have not had any Yronwood blood in our lines for some generations. Perhaps a woman will pound some more responsibility into his head. He is fine with his sword, but you know how much more than that goes into...ruling."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 14, 2012 16:28:05 GMT -5
"My daughter has a good head for numbers, and is strong in her faith to the Seven. She will make a good wife and Lady for Ser Markus, I am sure of it. My lady wife has taught both my daughters quite well, for I require the same kinds of aid in making sure our household runs properly," he replied, with a small smile at the end. "An appropriate dowry will be paid, of course," he added.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 16:30:58 GMT -5
"I had no fear on that account." Bryce raises his flask and swigs. "To...family." He offers it to the other Dornish lord.
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 14, 2012 16:55:05 GMT -5
Oberyn takes a long swig as well, passing it back to the Lord of Starfall. "To family," he agreed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 17:09:23 GMT -5
"We should rest, Lord Oberyn. It is going to be a busy time, now."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 14, 2012 17:18:32 GMT -5
"Indeed," he replied, bowing, and then returning to his own pavilion for the night.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 17:25:41 GMT -5
ooc: free to do whatever you want now. Four IC days until the tourney.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 14, 2012 22:42:47 GMT -5
"Excellent. He has managed to royally piss me off too, to your fortune." Bolton hands him a letter. "Passage to Lys. Ilyn Lordsbane will be there, stowing away on some ship after this meeting is over, to meet with his boss. The letter explains the rest." Gerold took the letter then turned it over in his hand as if doing so would allow him to read the contents. "Am I to travel alone?" He paused a moment. "What of the tourney my lord? I have entered the lists. Should I withdraw my name?" He asked as an afterthought. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 15, 2012 9:16:36 GMT -5
"Of course not. Fight your tourney; your ship won't leave until after it is over anyway. Word has reached my ears that you are no soft hand with a spear." Malryas shrugs. "Seven slain outlaws in a single fight...it must be an omen from your gods, surely."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 15, 2012 9:43:31 GMT -5
"I hope that is so my lord, may the Gods shine on me. May my spear remain sharp and my stroke true so that I may defeat Ilyn Lordsbane and bring him to justice. He has many deaths and associated crimes to atone for." Gerold leaned his spear against the weapon rack and set his shield down. His squires were going to have some work to do.
"I know their is a price on his head. It shames me to ask but is there an additional reward for this service my lord?" He asked his tone showing little embarrassment.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 15, 2012 9:49:34 GMT -5
"I'm not Dornish," Malryas pointed out. "I figured I'd do the North's ally a favor in giving you this information. He certainly hasn't done anything to me."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 15, 2012 10:02:37 GMT -5
A shame, he thought. At one and forty Gerold was looking to settle down with some land of his own. Perhaps the bounty would be enough. He nodded "I thank you for the information my lord."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 15, 2012 10:12:23 GMT -5
"Of course." Malryas shrugged. "Now, of course, if you happen to find any information on the way that would fit the North's direct interests...that would see you well compensated for your effort. And, Ser Gerold, I recommend finding some friends. I am certain Lordsbane will have some."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 15, 2012 10:34:56 GMT -5
"I will certainly send word if I hear anything of interest to the north my lord." He said "I will gather some trusted men." Gerold added remembering the sell sword that took Lordsbane's coin and sold them out. Perhaps the princess would give him men this time or else he would start a company of men making sure they had references that could be verified. He had slightly less than a fortnight to gather the men.
Gerold sensed this meeting was at its end. He spun the letter in his hands idly as he waited for his guest to take his leave. It would be rude to open it now.
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Post by Kurts on Oct 16, 2012 15:51:07 GMT -5
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After the tourney, Ser Ghaston visited the Dornish camp, searching for the tend of Ser Gerold Sand.
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