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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Sept 23, 2013 12:15:25 GMT -5
The most famous of all Septs and the centre of the Faith of the Seven.
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Sept 25, 2013 14:05:31 GMT -5
Leyton Hightower walked gingerly up the steps of the great Sept, his mouth wide open, awe etched on his face as he absorbed the splendour. Avoiding, as best he could, putting weight on his still tender left foot, he made his way into the Sept proper and proceeded to the likeness of the warrior where he placed a small donation of coin and knelt in prayer, head bowed.
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Post by Lord Yohn Baratheon on Sept 25, 2013 14:48:33 GMT -5
In the other corner of the hall, a blonde woman sobbed kneeling by the image of the Mother. "Gentle mother... Font of mercy... Save our sons from... War." Her hands went to her face, and the weeping muffled her voice.
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Sept 25, 2013 16:45:28 GMT -5
In the other corner of the hall, a blonde woman sobbed kneeling by the image of the Mother. "Gentle mother... Font of mercy... Save our sons from... War." Her hands went to her face, and the weeping muffled her voice. Leyton found the woman's weeping distracting and his prayer interrupted. He decided that consoling her would be best not only for his conscience but for the tranquility of all the others present in the vast sept. He rose, with slight difficulty, and limped over toward the weeping woman. "There is no need to despair, my lady." he said as quietly as he could upon reaching her. "I am sure that the sound heads of our betters will prevail. War would be fruitless, and the great men of the realm realize that." |
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Post by Lord Yohn Baratheon on Sept 25, 2013 19:01:25 GMT -5
Elia's eyes raised from her palms and met Leyton's, her tearful eyes gleaming now, her frown turned to a smile. "Ar... Arnulf!?!?! You're back!" She hugged him. "I knew you'd come back. Ser Donnor told me you died... But I knew he was lying."
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Sept 25, 2013 23:09:02 GMT -5
Elia's eyes raised from her palms and met Leyton's, her tearful eyes gleaming now, her frown turned to a smile. "Ar... Arnulf!?!?! You're back!" She hugged him. "I knew you'd come back. Ser Donnor told me you died... But I knew he was lying." "Er..."Leyton looked conflicted. He mulled over whether or not he should lie, but concluded that the gods would frown on him doing so in so sacred a place. "My Lady, I am afraid I am not Arnulf. My name is Leyton Hightower. I serve Lord Aurane Lannister as a squire." |
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Post by Lord Yohn Baratheon on Sept 26, 2013 6:15:18 GMT -5
"You're back Arnulf... You are back." She ignored what he had said and grabbed his arm. "Come... The kids need to see you. Little Breden hadn't been eating since the news came... Our family is back."
Elia turned to the statues of the seven. "Thank, Father and Mother above, you brought back my Arnulf." A tear, different from the others, ran across her face.
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Sept 26, 2013 9:02:57 GMT -5
"You're back Arnulf... You are back." She ignored what he had said and grabbed his arm. "Come... The kids need to see you. Little Breden hadn't been eating since the news came... Our family is back." Elia turned to the statues of the seven. "Thank, Father and Mother above, you brought back my Arnulf." A tear, different from the others, ran across her face. Leyton pulled his arm free of her grip as gently as he could. "No." He said more firmly. "I am not Arnulf. You are mistaken, my lady." |
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Post by Lord Yohn Baratheon on Sept 26, 2013 12:28:36 GMT -5
The women started seeped again. "Why are you doing this to me, Arnulf? Why? I love you, you shouldn't have left for the war."
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Sept 26, 2013 14:36:23 GMT -5
The women started seeped again. "Why are you doing this to me, Arnulf? Why? I love you, you shouldn't have left for the war." "I am not Arnulf." Leyton said firmly, his patience beginning to wear thin. He was regretting his intervention. "I am sure that Arnulf is content wherever he is and you should be as well. The Father has a reason for everything. To wallow away in self inflicted pain is to disrespect he gods and their will, my lady." (OOC: Beginner-Persuade if there is anyone to roll this.) |
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Post by Horas on Oct 12, 2013 1:12:13 GMT -5
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Ser Crawley makes his way to the Great Sept, clad in armor with a sword at his side. He looks around for some sort of septon.
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Post by Horas on Oct 12, 2013 17:26:31 GMT -5
"Right you are, marm, them no-gooders will think twice afore doing that again," Crawley says genially. He looks particularly shabby today, compared to the grandeur of the Great Sept.
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Post by Horas on Oct 12, 2013 17:34:26 GMT -5
"It's Ser," Ser Crawley says. He could be picky about him imaginary title. "And I wanted to, uh, stand vigil. Stand vigilant? You know. This whole business with them evil Northerners can cause a knight to remember his vows to be good to the gods and whatnot."
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Post by Horas on Oct 12, 2013 17:48:12 GMT -5
That sounded like the most painfully boring thing in the world. Crawley consoled himself with the thoughts of the legion of topless whores that must be present at Lord Cave's soiree.
"I guess naps are frowned on, eh?" Crawley chuckles, then turns that chuckle into a cough and tries for a straight face. "Just a little jest, Septa. I'll honor the gods proper-like, have no fear."
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Post by Horas on Oct 12, 2013 18:10:43 GMT -5
"Aye m'lady. Should I come back here tonight then? Or is there another sept fer this sort of thing?" Crawley asks.
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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