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Post by Horas on Sept 15, 2013 23:08:37 GMT -5
The Gates of the Moon is a stout castle with a moat, a gatehouse, a yard, and square towers. It is larger than the Eyrie. At night torches flicker at its ramparts and the moon is reflected in its moat. Beyond its postern gate is a dense forest of pine and spruce, as well as the steep, carved steps along the Giant's Lance.
This formidable obstacle is the winter seat of the Royces of the Eyrie, and the first step toward reaching the Eyrie itself. Its castellan is typically styled "Keeper of the Gates of the Moon."
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 18, 2013 19:43:54 GMT -5
The man with the blue-grey cloak lowered his hood as he rode up on the piebald mare towards the gate sentry. The men could see he wore a light chain shirt of black rings beneath his cloak, and had a short sword at his side. He was a stout, well built man, with hair trimmed short, and a military bearing.
"Hoi there!" the man cried out.
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Post by Horas on Sept 18, 2013 19:46:09 GMT -5
"Hoi," a sentry returns the greeting. "What's your name and your business?"
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 18, 2013 19:49:06 GMT -5
"Ser Tomas Hill, courier by trade. I bring a message to Lord Royce from Lord Saxon Cave of King's Landing." The horse whinnied irritable, and anxious to get on the road again.
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Post by Horas on Sept 18, 2013 19:53:16 GMT -5
"Right," the guardsman grunts. "Better get a move on if you plan to make it all the way to the Eyrie tonight." The gate is opened, and a pair of guards and a mule boy escort Hill up the hill towards the first waycastle to the Eyrie.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 18, 2013 19:54:48 GMT -5
Hill nodded and rode inside and upward, cursing, not for the first time, his Lords deep distrust of ravens.
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Hope you all are well and happy.