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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 11:49:16 GMT -5
Ser Titus Grafton's flotilla.
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The three days following the battle were hard, as Ser Titus fights infection, the boiling wine nearly not enough to save him. Eventually, have repeated treatments and a lot of prayer, he recovers enough to wander about his ship.
Jarvis the guard informs him that a messenger from Prince Benjen Stark had just been found, with a few men, informing him that the battle for Cass Keep had ended in a mostly-organized retreat back to Coldwater.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Nov 1, 2012 14:25:49 GMT -5
"Very well," Titus said stiffly, leaning over the rail. "Send me the messenger, I'd like to speak with him myself. I'll be in the cabin," with that he very slowly wobbled on his way.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 14:42:54 GMT -5
The messenger steps in and bows. "Ser Titus, Prince Benjen sends word. The Vale must mass. This Chieftain is far stronger than we had anticipated."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Nov 1, 2012 14:58:38 GMT -5
He found the knight slumped in a chair changing his dressings. "Stronger still then the Prince yet knows, perhaps," Titus mused aloud. "And what part are we to play, surely he was a bit more detailed then this."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 15:18:32 GMT -5
The man nodded. "Prince Benjen wishes for you to head to Gulltown to spread the word, faster than he can, and to your lord father. The Vale fleet will probably be needed for a full blockade. The Prince and his army are headed to Coldwater, pursued by the barbarians."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Nov 1, 2012 16:27:19 GMT -5
Titus nodded, wondering how his father would react to the news. "Very well, we sail for Gulltown. Was there anything else? I hope you like the water, because you're along for the ride," he forced a smile.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 16:42:42 GMT -5
"Better than the mount..." he immediately runs over to the side and empties his guts, to great cheers. Jarvis grins. "Ser, the woman was Clarissa Royce, by the way. She'll live."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Nov 1, 2012 16:45:09 GMT -5
"Good news," Titus managed to say between his unconcealed laughter. "Is she strong enough, never mind," he said, waving a hand, "I'll go see her myself," he said, standing to go find the girl.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 17:50:49 GMT -5
He comes upon a young woman, still pale but looking like she's been fed well, sipping on some wine watered down to make it easier on the stomach. She smiles nervously up at him. "Ser Titus. Thanks for...fighting that thing. It was...stitched together from my father's men..."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Nov 1, 2012 17:55:17 GMT -5
"Yes, I'd sort of put that together," he said, looking her over, "no pun intended." He took a seat next to her and poured some wine for himself. "How do you feel, Clarissa? The woman took some of your blood, no?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 18:01:59 GMT -5
"I'm surprised I have...any left," she says. "She used it making that horrible Zebby thing and others of them, and for showing me these horrible visions of you ll being killed a thousand ways." She sounds curiously detached from it. "But, it's, well, over, right?"
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Nov 1, 2012 18:05:16 GMT -5
"For you, yes of course. We sail to Gulltown and you'll disembark there. My father will see that you're brought safely home. The witch will pay, I shan't forget your sorrows when next we meet. Is there anything you saw or heard that might help us in that battle? I don't want to pick your wounds, but we know little of Draven or this sorceress, which places us at a disadvantage, you see?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 18:16:13 GMT -5
She nods, and purses her lips. "I understand. She works for Cassadar, but I got the feeling Draven doesn't, or if he is in someone's pay, its someone who hired him, too. She drinks...the blood to work her spells." She looks back. "I thought about poisoning myself to see if it would kill her."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Nov 1, 2012 18:38:48 GMT -5
"Clever," he shrugged, "though she'd have likely lived and you'd be dead. I think you made the right choice. We'll find her," he nodded, resolutely. "If you recall anything else, anything at all, we could use it. Now, I'd best check on the boys or they're liable to take us straight into some rocks."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 1, 2012 18:47:38 GMT -5
"I'll try to remember." She promises. "Have you heard anything of my sister Amelia? She left for Meereen or some such a long time ago, and I've been...well, busy."
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