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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 16, 2012 16:19:18 GMT -5
Ser Gerold sat on a stool outside his pavilion studying the dent in his gorget. A gift from the Ironborn lord.
Gerold saw the knight commander approach. "Ser Ghaston" he said simply acknowledging his presence. Gerold was not certain that he was Ser Ghaston's intended target.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 16, 2012 17:47:06 GMT -5
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Ragnar Drumm seeks out Lord Yronwood, having heard that he was present during the massacre in the sept.
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Post by Kurts on Oct 17, 2012 1:45:36 GMT -5
Ser Gerold sat on a stool outside his pavilion studying the dent in his gorget. A gift from the Ironborn lord. Gerold saw the knight commander approach. "Ser Ghaston" he said simply acknowledging his presence. Gerold was not certain that he was Ser Ghaston's intended target. Ser Ghaston approached Sand. "It seems I owe you an apology, Ser Gerold." he said simply, clearly not in his element. |
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 17, 2012 8:55:00 GMT -5
Ser Gerold arched an eyebrow. "An apology? Why would you owe me an apology?" he asked
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Post by Kurts on Oct 17, 2012 13:31:15 GMT -5
""I judged you by your bastard birth rather than your merits as a man." Ghaston replied. "Yet from your prowess at the village and performance in the tourney, it seems that the Warrior favors you. Sometimes it takes a solid strike to the head to yeah a stubborn old man some humility."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 17, 2012 14:00:37 GMT -5
Gerold was surprised by the knight commander's words. "That is kind of you to say ser. I've always felt that the Warrior has blessed me."
"As for being a bastard I am what I am. Forever attempting to prove my worth. To my shame I am still doing so at one and forty." Gerold glanced down then looked up again.
"One thing I have learned is that one's actions define the man not some title or privileged birth." He ran his finger over the dent in the gorget. "I think the warrior was looking over me."
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Post by Kurts on Oct 17, 2012 14:23:46 GMT -5
"Well said, Ser, well said indeed." Ghaston said with a smile. "I shall pray for the same favor in the trials to come."
"A shame Lordsbane managed to elude capture." he added.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 17, 2012 14:40:25 GMT -5
The mention of the name Lordsbane changed Gerold's demeanor. He seemed more intense, more focused. "He will be brought to justice Ser Ghaston. I swear it by the Seven!
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 17, 2012 18:07:24 GMT -5
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Ser Gerold walks through the Dornish camp seeking the pavilion of Lord Bryce Dayne.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 18:18:46 GMT -5
He doesn't have to look hard. Lord Bryce's pavilion, in stark contrast to virtually all others, has no sign of the purple of his house. It is gold and black, and guarded by his grim-faced battalion. A guard raises a hand. "Identify yourself, ser."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 17, 2012 18:27:55 GMT -5
"Ser Gerold Sand." Gerold responded simply. He was not in armor and nothing covered his head therefore his feature were clearly visible to the guard.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 18:33:49 GMT -5
The guard couldn't give a wet fuck if he were Bryce Dayne's gay lover. "Your business, ser?"
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 17, 2012 18:36:41 GMT -5
Ser Gerold was used to this response. A simple knight did not warrant much respect. "I wish to speak with Lord Bryce."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 18:40:37 GMT -5
"Let him in," the sonorous tones of Bryce Dayne state. The guards move aside without comment. Lord Dayne is sitting at his desk, drinking wine and reading something. "Yes, Ser Gerold?"
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 17, 2012 19:15:39 GMT -5
It was odd it seemed that even half-brothers would be so estranged. Gerold had received nothing from their father save a small pouch of coins to not be troubled by his bastard. Gerold had respectfully stayed away from his father and siblings trying to eek out his own living.
"I appreciate you taking the time to see me my lord. I have a small favor to ask if you will permit me." He says with a rare uneasy tone.
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