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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 14, 2015 9:22:20 GMT -5
As she works, she hears a man knock at her door. "Dice," the voice calls out, not as most men say it but rather "deese". "I think His Holiness has a task for you. Two hours, in his chambers." Ser Myles the Everprayer is a famous warrior among the warrior's Sons, brave and honorable, but a bit slow in many regards.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 14, 2015 9:40:25 GMT -5
She tucked away some weapons and kissed one of the rings she wore, a prize from long ago, a sign of luck perhaps, or just a sign of habit. "Got it ser," she said in reply. Years ago it bothered her to use 'Ser' and 'my lord' but now it was just wind from her mouth. Showing real respect to her cohorts was a rare thing. She liked Myles a bit but he was a lackey.
She put some final things together, her poisons and her chainmail were last. The former because they needed special care, and the latter because it was a pain to lug chainmail around.
Dice showed up after the appropriate time.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 14, 2015 9:45:31 GMT -5
She enter the High Septon's chambers. The new High Septon is a man of forty, athletic and with callused hands from years working with the Poor Fellows as a commander. He smiles broadly and waves her to a seat. "Lady Dice, I hope the Seven have blessed you today." He points outside to a strange sight in the sky, the sun shining, with another identical sun on each side of it. "A sign, I think, from the Seven. The First Men called this a sun dog, but either way, well, it reminds us of our duty." He sighs a bit. "The heathens and unbelievers and apostates grow strong. Lord Bryce is killing the faithful in Dorne while King Derek Baratheon continues his war of repression to our east. We no longer have Ser Ghaston to be our stout shield, but we do what we must with the tools the Smith gives us." He thinks a moment. "What is the farthest north you have ever been?"
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 14, 2015 10:34:52 GMT -5
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After saying her prayers Dice slung Big Dick around her back. Where she was going she would need to stay out of sight and find what allies she could. The trip north would take a while. It was a while before Dice spoke to her charge for the journey. Unless the woman spoke, Dice figured it best and fastest to take a ship northbound and slip into the Riverlands. When she wasn't keeping an eye out for danger she shifted her gaze to the woman. She tried to get her story from the look of her face and the way she walked. People like herself (Dice) walked a certain way and of course talked a way too. Highborn had sticks up their asses, and walked like they did. She never got the reason for that but she heard that to train fighting dogs you had to kill the weakest ones and breed the most vicious. Suppose after a while all the people with sticks up their asses bred with one another and that's what they got now. It was strange, but she had seen and experienced a few strange things in her life so far. This moment she was heading straight for the damn centre of whack, sorcerers, madmen who ate corpses and drained them of blood? She would be really busy and smiled to herself a little bit over the thought.
She glanced to the woman again her smirk fading away once she thought that the woman would have caught it. She grunted and pulled out some water to wet her throat.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 14, 2015 11:45:05 GMT -5
The pair make their way to the Blackwater River, where ferries can be had to Lord Harroways Town, or anywhere along the giant river, for the right price. Krista pays for passage as they embark.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 18, 2015 17:12:11 GMT -5
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Dice wanted to do a little jig as she got back to Summerhall. However, she stopped herself from doing so and put on a serious looking face as she passed by camps and the like to the main hall.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 18, 2015 17:50:04 GMT -5
As Dice walks about, she hears people chattering excitedly about the grand wedding and coronation being planned.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 18, 2015 17:56:34 GMT -5
Dice walks up to some people talking about this grand event. "Who's getting married?" Dice leaned in like she needed to know this piece of news.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 18, 2015 18:07:27 GMT -5
"King Rycherd Tyrell and Queen Jessica Lannister," a man says. "The high Septon has said the peace with the heathens isn't in keeping with the will of the Seven." He leans in. "And King Rycherd can protect us from the fire god."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 18, 2015 18:12:02 GMT -5
Dice bobbed her head. She wasn't so in tune with politics but the Tyrell man had lots of soldiers and that's what the Faith needed. "Sounds like a good bargain," she said in return. "Thank you." Dice trudged off to speak with the High Septon about her mission.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 15, 2015 21:53:48 GMT -5
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Following the disaster at King's Landing, King Rycherd and his exhausted men arrive at Summerhall, still home to a few thousand Militants.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Apr 15, 2015 22:21:14 GMT -5
Rycherd dismounted wearily from his horse and saw to his men. Many of his most able commanders were dead, but he took a grim satisfaction that the Northman and Valemen had at the very least also been severely damaged. Limping slightly from long hours in the saddle but otherwise unhurt, he sought an audience with the High Septon.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 5:46:48 GMT -5
Waiting on results from highgarden
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Apr 26, 2015 7:41:38 GMT -5
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On the lookout for signs of the forces of Frances Dayne's forces, Lyonel Vikary approached Summerhall at the head of his five hundred men, slowly and cautiously. Although they had spent time burning around Nightsong, Lyonel shrank from any insult towards the High Septon. The lands of The Faith Militant were largely left untouched, except where Lyonel needed to supply his men. Adopting such a tactic would also make it more likely that Dayne would not intercept them.
As they observed the castle from a hill to the southwest, nothing appeared out of the ordinary. Lyonel sent outriders to scout their surroundings including closer to the castle to make sure.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 8:19:02 GMT -5
The castle has a few dozen guards around it, but apparently Frances's men had left days before, heading south due to some revolt in Blackhaven.
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