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Post by House Lefford on Aug 6, 2007 2:56:26 GMT -5
The ancient throne of the Gardner Kings now the private chambers of the Lords of Highgarden. It is a long room with green carpeting interwoven with Gold Roses, large tapestries adorn the walls depicted the great victories of House Tyrell. The table at the end of the room is covered with maps and reports of the Reach.
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Post by Victarion on Oct 17, 2007 0:59:40 GMT -5
A letter arrives at Highgarden for Lord Barret Tyrell inviting him to come and visit his uncle, Donnel Tyrell, Septon of the Starry Sept, and member of the Most Devout, in Oldtown.
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Post by syd on Oct 17, 2007 8:18:18 GMT -5
A message to Oldtown informs Septon Donnel that his nephew is currently very busy with work and won't get time to visit Oldtown for a while. If his uncle should visit Highgarden, he would be most happy to accomodate him.
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Post by Victarion on Oct 17, 2007 22:26:02 GMT -5
Donnel is led by the arm to Barret's solar. When the old septon sees the face of his nephew his face lights up in a grin. "What happiness it is to see you! I hear that the walls of Highgarden have been sounding with the cries of new born child, am I wrong?"
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Post by syd on Oct 17, 2007 23:06:40 GMT -5
"My dear uncle!", Barret says happily, rising from his seat with great quickness. "It is true! If you'd like to see my son, I can surely take you to his room", Barret said, beaming.
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Post by Victarion on Oct 17, 2007 23:10:42 GMT -5
Donnel nodded, and was about to say something when he started violently shaking. He fell to the ground and began writhing back and forth. The muscles on his body contracted, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The moment the aging septon fell to the ground Jon ran into the room. "Hurry help him up! We have to get him somewhere where no one can see him." Jon saw the chamber pot room. "In there!"
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Post by syd on Oct 17, 2007 23:21:15 GMT -5
"What the heck?" Barret exclaimed as he helped Jon carry Donnel. "What condition does Uncle Donnel have?"
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Post by Victarion on Oct 17, 2007 23:35:26 GMT -5
Donnel continued convulsing and crying out. Jon took out a wad of cloth from his robes and stuffed it in Donnel's mouth, who immediatly clamped down on it. "He has had it since birth, the smallfolk call it a curse from the gods, and the maester have yet to name it. I believe the common phrase is 'the moon disease'.
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Post by syd on Oct 17, 2007 23:38:41 GMT -5
"Ahh, I know little of this disease, friend, so please tell me how I can assist my uncle best", Barret said as he shuffled around Donnel to get a better look at what seemed to be the problem. He ran into the a hall for a moment and called for his maester to enter.
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Post by Victarion on Oct 17, 2007 23:41:15 GMT -5
Jon's eyes widened. "No! None must see him like this! It would ruin him! Just hold him still, the sickness will pass."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 18, 2007 0:10:01 GMT -5
The Maester enters looking to Barret, then seeing the man man spasiming on the ground he frowns, and examined the man.
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Post by Victarion on Oct 18, 2007 17:00:04 GMT -5
Septon Donnel slowly came back to his senses. Sweat beaded on his forhead, and weekly rose to his knees. "Water," he croaked.
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Post by syd on Oct 18, 2007 17:39:34 GMT -5
Barret quickly reached for a pitcher that rested on his desk. Grabbing a goblet beside it, he carried them back over to Donnel.
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Post by Victarion on Oct 19, 2007 15:28:14 GMT -5
Donnel shakily brouth the goblet to his lips and drank deeply. His voice slightly quavered when he spoke. "Ah yes, I feel better now..." And then he tried to change topics, as though trying not to talk of what had just happened. "Let's go see the child."
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Post by syd on Oct 19, 2007 15:30:06 GMT -5
Barret smiles and leads the group to a crib in which a small dark-haired baby slept. "He's a quiet one, certainly."
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Hope you all are well and happy.