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Post by Marie on Oct 15, 2013 9:16:38 GMT -5
Nighttime on Aegon's Hill.
Gwayne had gone out a while ago on the pretence of drinking at a tavern with some old friends who were in the capital for the coronation. But he came home early, without drinking any wine, and clothed in dark attire to avoid detection. Trying his hardest to avoid the guards, he skulked around the manse. He'd purposely left the bedroom window open so he could climb up and "steal" something from his own chambers. First though, he would have to scale the garden wall and then sneak through the garden, all whilst carrying a slim rope.
So he glanced around, looking for the guards.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 15, 2013 9:31:38 GMT -5
There were two guards, who patrolled this side of the manse wall. They would meet in the center about ever fifteen minutes, and spend a minute or so chatting, before continuing on their rounds. It was a moonless night, perfect for theft, and Gwayne felt comfortable that he was one with the shadows.
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Post by Marie on Oct 15, 2013 9:42:45 GMT -5
Gwayne watched the guards, waiting until they had met, and were halfway in the other direction before he crept forward, keeping low and moving as fast as he could without making noise. Then he flattened himself against the wall, glanced around, and threw up his rope and grappling hook, hoping to catch it on the wall.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 15, 2013 9:44:46 GMT -5
It caught solidly, and Gwayne reached the other side safely.
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Post by Marie on Oct 15, 2013 9:53:42 GMT -5
Once in the garden, with his rope unfastened, Gwayne started sneaking across the small garden, using trees and bushes as coverage, and keeping an eye out for any signs of life inside the grounds.
Up ahead he saw the window he'd opened so he could climb up to his own rooms.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 15, 2013 10:10:39 GMT -5
There were guards at the far end near the gate, one of whom had a dog, which was beginning to bark.
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Post by Marie on Oct 15, 2013 12:50:18 GMT -5
Gwayne crouched into the shadows. He remained still, waiting to see if the dog would quiet down.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 15, 2013 12:57:03 GMT -5
The dog grew louder and more boisterous, "What's yer problem eh?" He heard the wind carry the guardsman's voice, "You smell something back there? Alright... Go get it." The dog came off the leash, and began bounding in Gwayne's direction.
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Post by Marie on Oct 15, 2013 13:06:39 GMT -5
Fortunately, since it was his own house, Gwayne had remembered the dog. He'd brought a blood sausage which he hoped would attract the dog's attention. He dropped the sausage and started slinking further along, making sure he didn't run, then started to climb a nearby tree.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 15, 2013 13:16:26 GMT -5
The dog stop and began scarfing down the sausage as Gwayne made his way up to the open window.
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Post by Marie on Oct 15, 2013 13:32:59 GMT -5
Gwayne attempted to hook his rope onto the window sill and then, when it caught, he started to climb. He climbed as fast as was safe, listening to see if he was observed below.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 15, 2013 13:43:13 GMT -5
Once inside the window, he breathed a sigh of relief.
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Post by Marie on Oct 15, 2013 13:55:22 GMT -5
He grabbed the bag of coins resting on the window.
The next morning, he went to the Great Sept of Baelor.
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