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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Dec 20, 2007 22:34:08 GMT -5
The ancestral seat of House Bulwer, this small castle lies just north of the whispering sound, approximately five days ride southwest of Oldtown. It is presided over by Lord Jackson Bulwer.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Dec 20, 2007 22:45:30 GMT -5
February 519
Ser Oliver Bulwer, castellan of Blackcrown sits at his desk in the main tower writing a letter in a functional non-ornamental script addressed to the citadel in Oldtown.
I write to you informing you of the passing away of our dear maester of the last 15 years, Maester Lawson. He went peacefully in his sleep last night. It is a tragic loss and all of Blackcrown grieves. He was a good man and we are much the poorer without him.
One cannot grieve forever though and we must look to the future. I would be much obliged if it could be made known amongst your order that as a result of Maester Lawson's death, we are now actively seeking a replacement. There are many children, including mine own, throughout the castle who require educating in the arts of the mind - this will be the main task of the appointed for the near future, so please take it into consideration.
I look forward to hearing of any candidates you may put forward for the role.
Ser Oliver Bulwer, Castellan of Blackcrown
Oliver sighed and pressed the bull's skull sigil into the hot red wax sealing the letter.
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 20, 2007 22:59:09 GMT -5
A raven is sent back the day after next, due to their close proximity.
Dear Ser Oliver Bulwer, We regret the loss of your Maester. We have a newly made Maester that we believe would make a great teacher for the children at Blackcrown. He is very accomplished, and considered a genius. We will be sending him three days hence, if you have any more requests you can send a raven back to us.
Seneschal Arwyn
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Dec 20, 2007 23:02:48 GMT -5
Oliver smiles on reading the reply. 'Considered a genius' he thinks to himself. Perfect.
He does not deign to send a reply, but merely waits the arrival of this new maester.
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 21, 2007 18:23:21 GMT -5
Maester Jaehaerys arrives at Blackcrown, with a cart full of books that make up his personal collection. He looks around for Ser Oliver Bulwer, which the Citadel spoke with.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Dec 21, 2007 18:40:25 GMT -5
There is a knock at the door of Ser Oliver's study.
"Enter," he calls.
A young servant enters. "The new maester - he is here ser."
Oliver smiles. "Ah, excellent. Have him sent here immediately. And prepare his quarters, for I shall be taking him around the castle myself. Oh, and inform my lord father too. They must meet." As he finishes giving orders, the servant bows his head and leaves the study. The smile does not leave Oliver's face.
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 21, 2007 18:45:48 GMT -5
Jaehaerys leaves his cart with a couple of guards, and tells them to make sure none are missing or vandalized. Jaehaerys then enters Oliver's study. "Hello, M'Lord."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Dec 21, 2007 18:55:38 GMT -5
"Good day to you." The look on Oliver's face is warm and welcoming. "You are Jaehaerys? I am Ser Oliver Bulwer, castellan here. Well met," he bows. "I trust your trip was without hassle?"
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 21, 2007 19:01:43 GMT -5
Jaehaerys smiles and bows. "Yes, my trip went very well. I am eager to get to learn my keep, and hear about those I will, M'Lord."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Dec 22, 2007 10:16:11 GMT -5
"Good... good. Well then Maester - allow me to give you the tour!"
With that, Ser Oliver leads the Maester out of the study. He takes him to the top of the tower and shows him the former maester's quarters and study, which take up a whole floor within the tower. The accomodation is modest but comfortable, the study is large and still cluttered with all sorts of learned paraphenalia belonging to the late Maester Lawson. There are an uncountable number of shelves lining the walls, filled with dusty old tomes and vials of strangely coloured liquids. A large oak desk in the centre of the room is covered in papers and dribbled in places with melted wax.
"Please Maester Jaehaerys, feel free to get rid of anything here you do not want nor need, but please keep anything you feel may be of use. Maester Lawson accumulated many belongings in his time here - nobody has gone through them since his death, everything here is as he left it. I'd hope that he has left a legacy of some sort here, and that you can carry on where he left off."
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Post by The Flint on Dec 22, 2007 15:21:08 GMT -5
As if on a cue, a black raven appears at the window of the Maester's tower. "Mail, Mail" the raven croaks.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Dec 22, 2007 16:49:51 GMT -5
The Bulwer knight goes over to the window and retrieves the letter from the bird.
"Apologies Maester Jaehaerys, I won't be a moment."
He breaks the seal and begins to read the letter.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 22, 2007 17:12:35 GMT -5
Dear Lord Bulwer,
In the name of our mutual Lord Justin of the Hightower, greetings. Business in King's Landing keeps me indisposed, but I look forward to our next meeting. As you are no doubt are aware clouds of war are on the horizon. The men called up to serve under Lord Alexander Irwyn have marched to Brightwater Keep where they await further developments. I would ask that you send your son Ser Oliver to Brightwater to serve as Lord Irwyn's adjutant, where he will no doubt win great honors for himself and for Blackcrown. In the meantime please continue to be diligent about your defenses. And additional levy of men maybe required in the near future. Most Sincerely,
Francis Varner Lord of Stoatheart Lord Regent to the Hightower Master of Whisperers
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Dec 22, 2007 17:39:26 GMT -5
Ser Oliver frowned. And there was silence for a moment following his reading of the letter.
"Right then, we'll go see my lord father now. He is expecting to meet you and I must take him this letter immediately."
At that they leave the Maester's quarters and go to the training yard, where Oliver has been told to meet his father. Lord Jackson is stood about talking and joking with some of the men there, watching some boys of the castle train. A tall man of about 60 and a little overweight, his jolly face is covered in leathery skin.
"Ah! Here they are!" he cries with a smile as the two men grow near. "You must be the new Maester! It's..." he pauses, thinking.
"Jaehaerys," Oliver finishes for him.
"Yes that's right. Welcome Maester Jaehaerys! I trust you find the accomodation here suitable to your needs?"
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 22, 2007 18:16:18 GMT -5
Jaehaerys smiles slightly. "Yes, they are very nice accomodations. You have a nice castle here, Lord Bulwer."
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