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Post by House Dustin on Nov 16, 2009 16:08:33 GMT -5
The Gates to Casterly Rock.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 21:15:49 GMT -5
A small handful of riders approach the gate. They are flying the banner of a White Lion on a double tressure white on green.
"Hail! Is my brother in?" Asks the lead rider.
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Post by House Dustin on Dec 4, 2009 21:35:26 GMT -5
The guard recognizes Tyrion Lannister. "Yes, he is." He shifted to the other food, "What is it you seek, that I may tell him so?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 21:40:37 GMT -5
"I can't just want to see my own flesh and blood? Does Conwell send you away to the College in Lannisport for your education in impertinence, or is it a talent?"
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Post by House Dustin on Dec 4, 2009 21:44:11 GMT -5
The guard's jaw tightened at the insult. "It is not as if you had called often of late. I shall let him know you have come." The other guards watch dumbly as their sergeant runs off. After a few minutes Tyrion is admitted. The sergeant and three other guards lead Tyrion inside the keep.
Tyrion finds Conwell lounging with his harem in good humor, eating grapes, and drinking from large goblets. Conwell rises with a flourish. "Tyrion. It has been some time!"
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Post by Tallahar on Jan 11, 2010 20:28:58 GMT -5
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A small party of men from the Mander arrive. At the head of the party is Lord Barristan Dawnrose.
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 11, 2010 20:39:19 GMT -5
"Good timing!" says the Red cloaked lion guard. "You're missing the Archery contest, but youse can still catch the Joust and Melee I suspect."
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Post by Tallahar on Jan 11, 2010 20:57:33 GMT -5
Barristan smiles at the man, "Thank you for the information." He flicks him a silver a stag.
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Post by Horas on Jan 13, 2010 22:16:10 GMT -5
With permission from the king, Quentyn passes through the gates, heading south.
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 13, 2010 22:20:23 GMT -5
Quentyn is barred from leaving by Traitors' Sons.
"Sorry Commander Quentyn, but we've not heard nothing about no authorization," the sergeant says apologetically.
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Post by Horas on Jan 14, 2010 2:27:48 GMT -5
"And the king informs you of who is to come and go personally, does he sergeant?" Quentyn raises a quizzical eyebrow. He reaches inside a pocket for a scroll stamped with the king's seal. Quentyn had intended to present it to the proper officials in Oldtown to show that he was there on the king's business. "Will this do?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 14, 2010 9:55:43 GMT -5
"No milord, I'm afraid not. I need specific orders that you're to pass through. King's got his seal on plenty of documents as don't say that," the man shrugged, "Sorry for the inconvenience milord, just following orders."
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Post by Horas on Jan 14, 2010 13:30:03 GMT -5
Quentyn looks irritated. "What is your name, sergeant?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 14, 2010 13:37:26 GMT -5
"Sergeant Torken ser. You can speak to Captain Konrad as you like, just following orders."
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Post by Horas on Jan 14, 2010 13:41:21 GMT -5
Quentyn waves a hand dismissively and turns his horse. "No doubt you are, Sergeant Torken, but I'll be damned if I'll be disturbing the king during this trial. Might as well stay and see what sort of trouble my fool cousin has gotten into now..."
He spurs his horse back to the stables.
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