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Post by The Stranger on Sept 15, 2013 21:15:54 GMT -5
"Believe me, I shall not hesitate to do so." Cave replied. "Will you be traveling to the Stepstones to fight in the war?" he asked, changing subjects.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 15, 2013 22:25:49 GMT -5
"Yes, much to the chagrin of the Myrosh and Tyroshi I am sure." Oswyn replied, with the confidence of a man that had only survived skirmishes and never experienced the carnage an loss inherent in a true war. "I imagine my chances of seeing you on the field are slim?"
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 15, 2013 22:31:30 GMT -5
"Indeed. You should be cautious that Volantis does not also enter the war. They are the power in the Free cities. But no, my battlefield days passed some time ago. Besides defending the honor of some young beauty, I doubt you'll see a blade in my hand." Saxon said, with a hint of laughter. "But I hope you'll be willing to write? I should love to hear your stories of daring-do."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 16, 2013 0:34:18 GMT -5
Oswyn nodded in agreement that it would be ill-done if Volantis was goaded into the war.
"I will fight whomever His Grace deems deserving of it, but hopefully cool heads will prevail where Volantis is concerned."
"As for news from the front, I will have the master train a raven at Storm's End for the purpose. Knowledge from the boots on the ground rather than the snakes in the capital will likely be of more use." he said with a knowing grin, chucking as he added, "Though of I do something worthy of song do not hesitate to pass it on to a bard of some renown."
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 16, 2013 13:35:38 GMT -5
"Everything worth doing is worth having sung about." Saxon japed. He stood, suggesting the audience had reached an appropriate concluding point. "Ser Oswyn, I do wish you well. If there's anything I can do for you, don't hesitate to write. I have friends, even among the Stepstones, and across the Narrow Sea."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 16, 2013 23:36:19 GMT -5
Oswyn offered his gratitude and departed, feeling more informed than when he had entered.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 22, 2013 2:53:37 GMT -5
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After some time spent at Storms End following the end of the war in the Stepstones, Oswyn pays a visit to Kings Landing and the manse of Lord Saxon Cave.
He is carried in on a litter by two attendants and accompanied by Rupert Kellington, the Stormland's courtier to the capital, who was furiously scribbling something in a large leather-bound journal.
Though now Lord Oswyn Baratheon, after his acquisitions in the Stepstones, the gain in prestige and rank had done little to overcome the ordeal of the once proud knight reduced to a paraplegic. He had recovered enough feeling in his lower body to feel immeasurable pain from the daily exercises with Ser Arthur Connington to return him to his previous form, the muscles in his legs weak and shriveled from the muscle dystrophy inherent in the paraplegia. Splints had been placed on both legs to prevent muscle contractures and aid in the rehabilitation.
The effort involved in travelling to the capital in his state had been immense, but Rupert had informed him upon his return home that Lord Saxon had required a word with Oswyn personally.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 22, 2013 17:34:44 GMT -5
Lord Cave came out to greet Oswyn's litter.
"I'm honored to have a war hero in my humble home," He said, "Welcome home Lord Baratheon."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 22, 2013 18:19:49 GMT -5
Two attendants helped Oswyn from the litter, to rest straight-legged upon his splints, the closest thing to a standing position he could muster.
"It has been too long, my lord." he said, face barely managing a smile from the exertion of the small amount of weight placed on his legs. "If it would not be an inconvenience, perhaps we could continue this discussion seated."
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 22, 2013 18:31:10 GMT -5
A comfortable place is found for Lord Oswyn, and a bottle of Saxon's cellar's best is brought forward, along with some warm bread and butter.
"So tell me of the Stepstones milord? How did you find it?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 22, 2013 18:42:09 GMT -5
Oswyn took the wine gratefully, easing into the seat as he excused his attendants and Rupert from the room.
"A great adventure with a melancholy end." he answered, eyes focused on the dark red liquid within his glass. "The stories and songs do not do justice to what war really is...they merely offer a veneer mask that hides the true beast."
"I do hope Kellington has been delivering my correspondence from the front. Ravens were not always easy to come by, but I did my best to send them when I was able."
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 22, 2013 18:54:32 GMT -5
"No truer words spoken Lord Oswyn. I am wondering if you know why I had told Kellington I needed to speak with you?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 22, 2013 19:07:10 GMT -5
"I do not, but I heed your council enough to know it was likely worth the journey, despite the duress." he said, kneading the muscles in one of his thighs in slow circles.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 22, 2013 19:22:45 GMT -5
"I wanted to speak to you about a recent break in at Storm's End? I assume you've had the opportunity to speak to your family steward regarding the details?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 22, 2013 19:32:21 GMT -5
"I have." Oswyn replied, arching an eyebrow at the Cave's knowledge. "Other than the murders, we have yet to assess the damage done."
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5