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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 22, 2012 15:32:40 GMT -5
Gerold turned as Ser Frances entered. He gave him a nod and what was intended to be a warm smile though inside he was cursing the thick-brained turd. What was it that Ser Darod had told him...shit floats and Ser Frances was as big a piece of shit as any Gerold had ever met. A shame Ser Markus had died while this sad excuse for a knight lived. The fool should have been drowned at birth. No doubt the better part of Ser Frances dribbled down his poor mother's legs.
"I only heard rumors of your encounter with the wolfling and his little bitch. Perhaps you would be so inclined as to enlighten me with a first hand account." Gerold said studying his nephew.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 15:41:54 GMT -5
"The little cunt lured me into a trap. I've had my share of disagreements with stark in the past, and he went to settle the score. He's faster than I planned on, and he wounded me bad, but Markus came to help and somehow that son of a bitch slew him.'
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 22, 2012 16:12:02 GMT -5
"I see..." Gerold replied studying his nephew to see if he was lying. "and you watched the Stark lad slay Ser Markus?" He asked.
((Observation 65 - to determine the truth of his words))
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 16:16:20 GMT -5
"No, Ser Markus told me to go so my wounds could be bound up. But certainly no one else could have done it; you know how good he was with Dawn. Even Prince Benjen admits that Kal said he killed him." He seems to be telling the truth.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 22, 2012 18:28:04 GMT -5
Gerold could not believe his own eyes and ears though his suspicion still got the better of him. The lad was at least telling the truth about Ser Markus sending him away and Kal killing him but the whole encounter still reeked of week old fish. He simply nodded as if he believed it all.
"So you will lead your father's banners against Hightower or Stark, mayhaps both?" He asked. Clearly Gerold felt that Frances should have stayed and not left Markus to fight his battle for him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 0:24:25 GMT -5
Of course not," Bryce said. "But we don't need to. They have gone east...east, away from their castles and armies and allies. East...to where my friends are."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 23, 2012 5:56:53 GMT -5
So that explained the large gathering of ships. "and what is your pleasure regarding my men my lord? Shall I continue after Lordsbane or am I needed elsewhere." he asked
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 12:32:18 GMT -5
"Go forth and slay Lordsbane; I have the men I need for this task. I am sure you would take no pleasure in it." Bryce's smile could have been carved from the Wall, it was so cold.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 23, 2012 13:22:28 GMT -5
"Very well, as you command." Gerold responded not rising to the provocation. It would do him no good to bandy words with his brother lest he wished for his head to be displayed on a pike. His brother was right. Gerold had no wish to go after the wolfling and his lass. He had bigger and more dangerous fish to catch.
He offered his brother a bow then gave his shit eating nephew a nod before taking his leave. It was time to head to the harbor and arrange for passage.
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Ser Gerold heads down to the docks and asks around for the harbor master. Will the Begging Brother makes his rounds blessing the sailors and dockhands.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 13:24:59 GMT -5
He has no trouble finding the overworked harbormaster. "Yes, ser?" He says hurriedly, filling out forms to grant stay to the numerous vessels.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 23, 2012 13:38:50 GMT -5
"Master, I am Ser Gerold Sand of the Brave Sons of Dorne. I wish to book passage to Lys for me and my men." He replied
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 13:54:00 GMT -5
He looks about, frazzled. "The Princess Nymeria is leaving soon, but I don't know how many men she can carry."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 23, 2012 14:35:47 GMT -5
"Where might I find her good master?" Gerold asked
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 17:05:52 GMT -5
"Dock three, fourth ship, Ser. Good luck."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 23, 2012 19:43:44 GMT -5
Gerold thanked the harbor master and followed his directions to the ship. "Princess Nymeria?" He called to the crew to confirm he had the right ship.
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