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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 21, 2012 16:34:36 GMT -5
Gerold's men are met by a checkpoint of men in purple and white about ten miles north of Starfall. "Who're you?" the captain in charge asks.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 21, 2012 17:06:20 GMT -5
Gerold called his men to a halt. "Ser Gerold Sand" He replied to the captain. "We are a newly raised company, the "Brave Sons of Dorne". We are on our way to see Lord Bryce." Gerold waited for the captain's response.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 21, 2012 17:13:14 GMT -5
"Here to answer the summons, eh? Guess word travels quicker'n I thought." The captain looks the men over. "Well, Ser Gerold, don't cause any problems; the lord ain't having none of it right now."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 21, 2012 17:25:06 GMT -5
"As you say captain, don't think any of my men fancy having their heads decorating a pike." He said with a chuckle. "Is there any news aside from Lord Bryce calling his banners? The message I received did not say why he was calling them." Gerold added. While Gerold spoke he noticed the begging brother that had traveled with him from Mason Keep making his rounds blessing the captain's men.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 21, 2012 17:40:47 GMT -5
"His son's dead. I imagine he wants to kill someone." The captain shrugs. "But we don't ask too many questions, here."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 21, 2012 17:52:06 GMT -5
Gerold had heard the matter had been settled though clearly Lord Bryce did not believe so. Gerold nodded "We best continue on to the castle and report our presence to Lord Bryce. "
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 5:31:15 GMT -5
It doesn't too much longer to reach Starfall. The town near the castle is bustling, and while troops can be seen, to his surprise the small harbor is filled with ships.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 22, 2012 5:51:32 GMT -5
Gerold is surprised by the number of ships in the harbor. Like ants packed in a tiny ant hill. Gerold instructs his men to setup camp and remain there until his return. He and his two squires enter the town making their way towards the castle with the intent on speaking with Lord Bryce.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 5:56:29 GMT -5
At the entrance, they see that Starfall's guard is on alert but doesn't seem reinforced. After some waiting, they are shown into Lord Bryce's chamber. He is sitting on his small throne, hands on each of the rests, back straight. "Ser Gerold," he says in greeting, in a tone not warm but not threatening either.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 22, 2012 7:08:15 GMT -5
Ser Gerold bowed his head to Lord Bryce. "I am sorry for the loss of your son my lord." Gerold said sincerely. "He will be sorely missed." Unlike that Gods forsaken bastard of yours. Men like Frances were the ones that gave bastards a bad name.
"I was about to take a ship to the East to search for Lordsbane when I heard rumor that you were raising your banners."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 12:34:36 GMT -5
"No rumor, it seems. My son's death shall not go...unanswered." His tones are iron, his voice is flat. "Only blood can answer for such a loss." In the corner, hanging once again from a mantle, is the sword Dawn.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 22, 2012 13:12:47 GMT -5
Gerold glanced at Dawn then looked back to his half brother giving a nod of agreement. "And whose blood do you mean to spill?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 13:22:42 GMT -5
"Those RESPONSIBLE!" Bryce's voice raises now, and his guards instinctively shiver. "That slut Hightower and her little wolfling."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 22, 2012 13:39:26 GMT -5
His brother's voice was like a thunder clap. He waited a moment weathering the storm. "Will your host consist of the other lords of Dorne?" He asked
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 13:44:42 GMT -5
"Host?" He grins. "No need for such...drastic measures. My new heir is perfectly ready to accept his charge." Ser Frances Sand walks in. "My newly legitimized heir, that is."
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