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Post by The Smith on Sept 22, 2013 19:26:17 GMT -5
"Is there any winged woman?" He asked, "I could have sworn I remembered a harpy or winged woman or something."
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 22, 2013 19:31:16 GMT -5
"Is there any winged woman?" He asked, "I could have sworn I remembered a harpy or winged woman or something." "Yes, it is a winged woman, My Lord", he nodded,"she sits a top the tower of the Slaver's Bay in Astapor." Marcellus felt his confidence rising, he knew it was the right answer. "But that is not a house of Westeros, My Lord Hand. Why.. Why ask me that?" He had forgotten his place and asked the question.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 22, 2013 19:45:40 GMT -5
"I was trying to remember if there was one all day. Thank you boy." Aenys replied.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 22, 2013 19:50:44 GMT -5
"I was trying to remember if there was one all day. Thank you boy." Aenys replied. "Yes, My Lord", he nodded. "She has bats wings to be exact and legs of an eagle and a scorpion's tail..." Marcellus was then rambling nervously until he shut up. "is there anything else, my Lord hand?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 22, 2013 19:59:50 GMT -5
"Grab my armor. I just got back from the campaign. See if that can be buffed or cleaned at all." He commanded.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 22, 2013 20:03:00 GMT -5
"Grab my armor. I just got back from the campaign. See if that can be buffed or cleaned at all." He commanded. "Yes, my Lord", he grunted grabbing the armor, he staggered a little from the weight as he scampered away with it to the Smithy.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Sept 23, 2013 22:33:55 GMT -5
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Aemon Tully arrives outside the Tower and asks the guards if Lord Aenys is in and if he may see him.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Sept 24, 2013 11:12:09 GMT -5
"Grab my armor. I just got back from the campaign. See if that can be buffed or cleaned at all." He commanded. "Yes, my Lord", he grunted grabbing the armor, he staggered a little from the weight as he scampered away with it to the Smithy. Marcellus had just arrived with the armor for the Hand when he heard the voice outside of the chambers.The Lord Hand's armor was buffed and repaired to perfection, the boy actually waited the two days to be sure that the Smith did his job. He set the armor back in it's proper place with a grin and waited for Lord Aenys, Marcelllus was not going to let anyone in unless he was told to do so properly by the Hand himself.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 25, 2013 20:42:06 GMT -5
/////////////////////// Aemon Tully arrives outside the Tower and asks the guards if Lord Aenys is in and if he may see him. The guard asked, "Who are you?" He rubbed at his broken nose. "Why do you want to see him?"
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Sept 25, 2013 21:26:53 GMT -5
Aemon smiled kindly and he pointed to the Tully trout on his breast pocket. "I am Ser Aemon Tully, uncle to Lord Harold. And my business with him is between us."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 25, 2013 21:30:21 GMT -5
"The hand is a busy man. He does not have time for every knight who knocks in his door, fish." The guard tapped his own Dragon on his breast.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Sept 26, 2013 16:02:25 GMT -5
Aemon nodded," I get that. If you must know it has to do with the Small Council." He looked down at himself,"I am an old man and can't afford to stand around all day. Could you please let me through."
(Expert: persuasion)
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Post by The Smith on Sept 26, 2013 16:49:13 GMT -5
The guard looked at him, and said "I can carry a written message up for you. See if he wants to speak with ya."
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Sept 26, 2013 16:53:43 GMT -5
Aemon nods,"Thank you, son." He pulled parchment, quill and ink from out of a myriad of pockets in his robes and rights a note. Lord Aenys,
I wish to speak to you about important matters involving the open small council positions.
-Ser Aemon Tully
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Post by The Smith on Sept 26, 2013 17:13:51 GMT -5
The guard took the note, and then entered into the tower.
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