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Post by Ollie on Sept 11, 2008 13:57:19 GMT -5
Olander looked positively mystified. By accounts of all who had seen him, Roose Stark had passed away in the night from the wounds caused by the poisoning. There were no marks on him, no bruise or cut, or any other indication, no struggle. He lay peaceful and calm where they had left him the night before, only the life had fled his body. It was a death more peaceful than one could hope for after a fierce poisoning.
"What assassins do you speak of, Master Cassel?" he asked, intently. "Do you know something that the other guards who were present do not?"
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Post by Percy Rivers on Sept 11, 2008 14:29:34 GMT -5
Felix stiffened, "Meraxes Frey was in custody. It was impossible for him to poison the food. I speak of those agents under him, or working with him. It was my men who carried him to his chamber, after which it was placed under your guard. Before it was done I had a chance to speak with Lord Stark...he was weak to be sure, far more affected than anyone else save the dead...yet he did not seem to be slipping away. When he died I assumed that another assassination had taken place." He bowed his face, "However you have more expertise on the matter than I, so if what I say is false it is only due to my ignorance."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Sept 12, 2008 1:12:38 GMT -5
After a somewhat awkward silence Felix asked, "How long does m'lord plan to stay here?"
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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 1:14:45 GMT -5
Olander canted his head at the question. "Are you asking Lord Karstark, or myself?"
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Post by Percy Rivers on Sept 12, 2008 2:24:19 GMT -5
"You m'lord," Felix answered, "If your planning your regency to take place here allow me prepare secure quarters for you."
OOC: Crap....I forgot Edmure was still here. And I almost wrote Roose instead of Felix again...damn you!
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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 2:33:44 GMT -5
"There must always be a Stark in Winterfell," Olander stated. "I have no intention of taking Lord Gariss from his home or lady mother, so yes, I will be staying here. However you need not trouble yourself on my behalf, Master Cassel. I am sure the steward and myself can make the arrangements. You have more important duties to attend to."
Olander rose to his feet, looking from Edmure to Felix. "If you would please excuse me, I have pressing matters to attend to. You are dismissed, Master Cassel."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Sept 13, 2008 0:39:03 GMT -5
Felix put his hand to his chest again and bowed. "Of course m'lord." Turning he strode from the room, and the two guards outside snapped to attention. "And it's Captain Cassel...." The northern soldier muttered under his breath.
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Post by wookie on Sept 16, 2008 3:20:30 GMT -5
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Lord Fowler strolled along the rampants of Winterfell, virtually engulfed in large furs against the icy conditions, his guard captain following discreetly behind him. Wencel looked across the snow-covered lands to the North. The castle was large and old, but seemed almost archaic and primeval to his eyes, after seeing the Red Keep. And it was cold.
He shivered and snuggled deeper into his furs.
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Post by wookie on Sept 22, 2008 3:40:39 GMT -5
After a few weeks of being ignored by the locals and freezing his backside in the draughty corridors of Winterfell, Lord Fowler decides that he has seen enough of Northern hospitality and summons his retinue to return south
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 26, 2008 2:47:35 GMT -5
A man leaning over his horse in tatted cloak of Bears fur rides up to the Winterfells gates with a voice barely more then a whisper he asks a guard, "May ... I speak to Lord...... Reed." The man the falls from his horse into the snow.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 26, 2008 3:06:29 GMT -5
The guards shout for help and drag the limp-bodied man within the castle walls. Under the quick orders of the maester of Winterfell, the man is made comfortable in a sickward and given milk of the poppy. Within minutes, Lord Olander arrives to investigate the man.
"S'like I said," a crannogman guard drawled as a Winterfell man nodded along. "He asked fer you direct like. Any ider who he be?"
The lord Reed shook his head, stroking his beard while he studied the man. "Not a clue."
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 26, 2008 3:52:39 GMT -5
The man groaned in his sleep something about Suns... Blizzard. Finally he screams, "Father!!!" before the milk of the poppy swamps him again.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 26, 2008 18:00:07 GMT -5
Olander crossed his arms over his chest and gave the man a curious, appraising look as he murmured.
"Milord?" the maester piped in, "Do you know who's son this is?"
The crannogman shook his head. "I cannot seem to place a face as to who his father must be. Keep an eye on him until he wakes, then inform me."
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 26, 2008 21:38:40 GMT -5
The man looked to have the looks of the South but his clothes and a hardened face showed that he had been in the North for some time.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 29, 2008 10:22:16 GMT -5
The Lord Reed stroked his chin thoughtfully before turning to the maester. "Call for Lord Karstark, I should like his consideration in this."
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Hope you all are well and happy.