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The Citadel Oct 26, 2008 20:07:18 GMT -5

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Post by Erik on Oct 26, 2008 20:07:18 GMT -5

The Citadel is an impressive structure in the city of Oldtown, and is considered the home of all maesters. Here they undergo all of their training from the time they arrive as novices until they have achieved the status of maester. At the entrance of the Citadel are green marble sphinxes.

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Citadel Oct 26, 2008 20:08:23 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Oct 26, 2008 20:08:23 GMT -5 Helya Greyjoy arrives at the Citadel. She asks around, looking for where a lord goes to request a maester's services for his keep.
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	The Citadel Oct 26, 2008 21:51:19 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Oct 26, 2008 21:51:19 GMT -5 Shown quickly to the proper chamber, a one armed Maester stares into her eyes, his own covered with a thick whitish film, "May I help you?" He chirped.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Citadel Oct 26, 2008 23:34:00 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Oct 26, 2008 23:34:00 GMT -5 "You certainly may." Helya tells him, a cold smirk on her face. "I'm here to request the services of a maester for the keep of my brother, Jhorgo Greyjoy, of New Pyke."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	The Citadel Oct 26, 2008 23:48:28 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Oct 26, 2008 23:48:28 GMT -5 The old man looked up and asked, "New Pyke? I have never heard of it?"

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Citadel Oct 27, 2008 0:05:00 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Oct 27, 2008 0:05:00 GMT -5 "'Tis new. Located in the Stepstones, ruled by we Greyjoys, sworn to the Iron Islands."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	The Citadel Oct 27, 2008 0:11:37 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Oct 27, 2008 0:11:37 GMT -5 The Maester swallowed deeply, "Oh the Iron Islands... I will note that here." He picked up a large feathered pen and began to jot in a small shorthand. "What do you require him for?"

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Citadel Oct 27, 2008 0:56:50 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Oct 27, 2008 0:56:50 GMT -5 "Oh, the usual. Ravenry, advisory services, that sort of thing."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	The Citadel Oct 27, 2008 0:58:22 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Oct 27, 2008 0:58:22 GMT -5 "Alright... it will take several months... maybe a year." The old man replied, "There is paperwork, and the like."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Citadel Oct 27, 2008 1:05:04 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Oct 27, 2008 1:05:04 GMT -5 Helya rolls her eyes. "I'm sure there's some way to speed up the process." She reaches into a pouch hanging from her belt and removes a golden sun-shaped medallion on a fine chain, set with a ruby, sliding it across the desk between them.
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	The Citadel Oct 27, 2008 1:10:37 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Oct 27, 2008 1:10:37 GMT -5 For a blind one armed man the medallion disappears rather quickly. With a small expedient motion he hands her the scroll he was writing on. "Bring this down stairs, find a servant and ask for Rutherford's room. Show that to him."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Citadel Oct 27, 2008 18:20:23 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Oct 27, 2008 18:20:23 GMT -5 "Many thanks, maester." Helya says quietly, before turning and leaving the room. She finds a staircase down and asks the first servant she finds to direct her to Rutherford.
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	The Citadel Oct 27, 2008 18:34:07 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Oct 27, 2008 18:34:07 GMT -5 She is quickly shown the way to Rutherford's room. A small, wry man with curly red hair answers the door. He wears a Maester's necklace.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	The Citadel Oct 27, 2008 18:36:00 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Oct 27, 2008 18:36:00 GMT -5 "This is for you," Helya tells the redhead, handing him the parchment, "From the man upstairs."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

The Smith Most Devout Posts: 57,758	The Citadel Oct 27, 2008 18:36:53 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Smith on Oct 27, 2008 18:36:53 GMT -5 Rutherford takes the note and pales immediately, "New Pyke? I have never heard of it."

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