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Post by bittersteel on Jan 11, 2008 20:36:03 GMT -5
Three Towers is a small and modest castle at the southern entrance of the Whispering Sound. The castle consists of three large towers, all sitting on the coast. The Costaynes can call up 1,500 men total, and 250 men garrison the castle at the moment. The three towers make the three corners of the triangular castle, making is an elongated isosceles triangle.
The first and northern tower looks over the very edge of the cliffs. It serves to guard from ships entering the Whispering Sound. It is slightly shorter than the western tower, but it much larger in size.
The second tower is to the west, and slightly further back, yet still on the coast, and its purpose is to guard and warn of approaches on the Whispering Sound from the south. It is the tallest yet slimmest of the towers. It commands a large sight radius, and can see ships coming from miles around to the west and north. It contains a large bell at the top of the tower, which alarms the castle of invaders.
The third tower is to the east, and further back like the western tower. It is as tall as the northern tower, and just as large. It serves to guard and warn the Whispering Sound from invading ships, and houses the Maester and their ravens.
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Post by mark on Apr 4, 2008 13:37:09 GMT -5
Ser Bret Tarly, riding with a score of mounted men flying the red huntsman of House Tarly, arrive at the gates and are admitted without question. Bret had sent a rider ahead to explain to Lord Costayne of their approach and purpose.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 4, 2008 13:50:08 GMT -5
There are only a few guards at the walls, since most of the Costaynes men are either at Blackhaven with the Army, or off the coast of Dorne with the navy.
"Milord, riders approaching, looks like the Huntsmen of Lord Tarly." a guard shouts down.
"Well, by all means, let him in, and send him up."
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Post by mark on Apr 4, 2008 13:52:22 GMT -5
The men, once inside the walls, dismount and their horses are taken to the stables. Ser Bret, removing his gloves and throwing his hood back, asked the nearest guards to provide his men with rooms and for himself to be taken to Lord Costayne.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 4, 2008 14:02:13 GMT -5
Lord Jon Costayne is seated in a chair in his solar. He smiles brightly at Ser Bret.
"Please come in, come in, how are you doing? I would have thought you with the army at Blackhaven, anxious to smash the Dornish snakes."
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Post by mark on Apr 4, 2008 14:05:48 GMT -5
Bret returned the grin. "Soon enough, milord. You know my brother and I well enough to know that we would like nothing better than to smash our foes to pieces." He paused, and grew a tad bit more serious, but not much. "However, Robb ordered me to come here, and when I found out the purpose, I can't say I disagreed with him," Bret said, taking a seat beside Lord Costayne. "Besides, the fools in King's Landing will talk up a storm for months to come before we actually descend into that desert against the bloody snakes," he jested.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 4, 2008 15:30:55 GMT -5
"I know that's true. Forgive me, I don't have your letter in front of me, and my memory is not what it was, what can I do for the esteemed Tarlys of Horn Hill?"
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Post by mark on Apr 4, 2008 17:59:13 GMT -5
This time Bret let all hint of a smile drop away, and his expression became serious as he knelt in front of Lord Costayne. "My brother and I would like to ask you for a marriage between our Houses. I am asking for the hand of one of your daughters, Lord." Bret remained kneeling, waiting on the older man's response.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 4, 2008 21:05:52 GMT -5
"Well, the status of House Tarly has recently risen in recent years, quite a return to grace after the unfortunate events so long ago. My oldest daughter, Alyce, is unmarried, and a sparkling 18... wait, no, its 19. I'm sorry yes, 19. My other daughters have been complaining already, but obviously I can not find suitors for them, until I find one for my eldest. Darling girl but... bookish."
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Post by mark on Apr 4, 2008 21:12:26 GMT -5
Bret, still kneeling, frowned. "Bookish?" he asked. What do I care? She can read the whole library for all I care, long as she's playful at night. "I'm not a man of many books myself, Lord, but my brother is." Hesitating, he tried to form his next words in his mind before he said them. He knew he would have to tread lightly on this comment. "Also, I wanted to ask your leave to.... view the ladies that are suitable? I know beauty isn't everything, but I am like any other man, milord. I hope this does not offend you." He had met Lord Costayne several times and knew and liked the man fairly well, but not well enough to be confident of the man's response. Was he any different for wanting his choice of wife?
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 4, 2008 21:21:58 GMT -5
Lord Costayne raised his eyebrows. " My daughters would be glad to see you Ser Brett, but I simply could not consent to a marriage if my eldest went unmarried. She's a darling, you'll love her, I promise it." He says, "You'll see tonight, at the feast." He clapped his hands, and a small man entered, "Yes milord?"
"Feast!!!!!!!" Costayne demanded.
"Yes milord." the small man replied, before exiting again.
"What are your ambitions Ser Brett?" the father asks.
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Post by mark on Apr 4, 2008 21:25:14 GMT -5
Bret smiled, relieved. Lord Costayne would not lie about his daughter being pretty with the feast coming tonight. "My ambitions?" asked Bret, surprised. "Well... I want to kill some dornish in the near future. And then after than I am going to carve out some land of my own, start a family. Robb has promised me as much."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 4, 2008 21:29:53 GMT -5
"Carve out some lands of your own? You don't mean in Dorne do you? Dreadful place, full of sand, and spiders, and snakes, and the seven only knows what else. Leave it barren I say, Maybe build another wall for the south. Where is Bran the Builder when you need him." Lord Costayne smiled to show that he was teasing, rather than simply insane.
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Post by mark on Apr 4, 2008 21:32:30 GMT -5
Bret smiled, but as he couldn't think of a witty responsed, decided not to test his luck further and ask to be dismissed until the feast. "Lord Costayne, I thank you. House Tarly and myself appreciate the honor you do us. May I be shown to my quarters, to wash up for this feast of ours? I wish to be prepared, should any man be as foolish as to try and match me cup for cup," he said, with a jest of his own.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 4, 2008 21:35:37 GMT -5
"I'm sure we can find someone to uphold the honor of House Costayne." Lord Jon smiled, and waved, "I will see you at dinner Ser Brett."
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