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Post by Vhagar on Jan 4, 2014 18:45:26 GMT -5
"Well and good. Drink the draught and rest. There is a bed behind the screen." He indicated a partition. "Someone will bring you the extra draughts when you are ready to leave, though we can send for food and drink if you are hungry when you wake."
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 18:51:52 GMT -5
Orys drank deep, and trudged to the bed, where he immediately threw himself down. 'Damn,' he thought, 'I really need to learn when to say "no"'.
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 19:44:53 GMT -5
Orys groggily opened his eyes. He whispered to himself, "How long have I slept?" His voice sounded ragged; his throat ran dry He raked his hair with his hands and called out, "Are any of the maester's juniors here?"
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 4, 2014 19:57:44 GMT -5
A young maester with a mass of brown hair showed up. His grey robe was spotted with stains. Orys recognised him as the one who had held his arm still while it was being set.
"Hello. Are you feeling better?" He grinned toothily. "Would you like bread and cheese and ale?"
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 20:02:01 GMT -5
Orys. "Just the ale, please." Orys paused a moment and let the junior set to work. "So, did anything interesting happen while I was unconscious? You know, important things. Like visitors, a death in the family, the second coming of the Doom?"
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 4, 2014 20:09:42 GMT -5
"Not at all. All is well as far as I know.." The man brought him a tankard of pale ale. "Do you think you could get to your own quarters when you have drunk your ale?"
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 20:12:57 GMT -5
Orys nodded. "Yes, I'll be fine." Orys quickly downed the ale and took a breath. He looked back to the maester. "The Grand Maester mentioned you giving me draughts as I left?"
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 4, 2014 20:18:01 GMT -5
"Yes." The young maester showed him two vials filled with the milk of the poppy. "One swallow three times a day. If you are still in pain when both are empty, come back for more. The Grand Maester said you should come back the day after tomorrow to check the splint and have the bandages changed. Don't get them wet."
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 20:20:45 GMT -5
Orys nodded and stood up. As he moved, his eye saw a note on the nearby end table. "Did this come while I was asleep?"
(OOC,Varryn messaged me about the room thing. Just figured I should RP it in.)
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 4, 2014 20:24:31 GMT -5
"Yes. From Lord Varryn, meant for you. The maid found it when she cleaned his chamber. Says you can use his room while he's away, if it please you."
OOC - sure
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 20:26:06 GMT -5
Orys nodded. "Very well. I'll be off." He started to walk away, when it came to him as an after thought, "Ah yes. Thank you for the ale and draughts."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 4, 2014 20:30:44 GMT -5
"It's fine. It's our duty to care for those who need us. Be careful with your arm."
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Post by Orys Storm on Jan 4, 2014 20:32:04 GMT -5
Orys nods briskly and leaves.
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Post by Horas on Jan 5, 2014 15:11:55 GMT -5
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The Crown Prince arrives at the Grand Maester's chambers. He waits for the servants to announce him, then enters. "Grand Maester," Aegon nods in greeting, "I could use your advice on something."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 5, 2014 15:13:28 GMT -5
"Indeed? Have a seat, Prince Aegon." The Grand Maester gestured to one of his comfortable seats as he beamed at the young prince.
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Post by Horas on Jan 5, 2014 15:16:16 GMT -5
Aegon looked at the seat as if wondering how long he would really be there, but sat down anyway. "I have need of a man with an advanced knowledge of siege weaponry, fortifications, and the like. Whether a maester or some sort of engineer makes no difference to me, so long as he knows everything there is to know on such matters. Have you come across a man of that nature in your learnings?"
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 5, 2014 15:20:23 GMT -5
"One or two," the Grand Maester agreed. "Why do you need such a man? I should have thought there would be such men aplenty with the royal army at Bitterbridge. Why not use one of those?"
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Post by Horas on Jan 5, 2014 15:24:47 GMT -5
"I do not intend to count on what might or might not be there, Grand Maester, any more than I would trust a dragon in what might or might not be the range of a ballista bolt. A name, if you please. I am willing to pay the man handsomely for his services."
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 5, 2014 15:30:50 GMT -5
"As you will. You might try Donnel of Saltpans."
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Post by Horas on Jan 5, 2014 15:31:42 GMT -5
"Is he in the city?" Aegon asked, "Or at Saltpans currently?"
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 5, 2014 15:47:37 GMT -5
"Saltpans, last I heard. There is a small chance he is not there now. You must understand, my prince, he helped us much earlier in the war but he is an old man and he was injured at the first Battle of Oldtown. He has been in retirement since."
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Post by Horas on Jan 5, 2014 15:49:53 GMT -5
Aegon nodded brusquely. "There is another matter, Grand Maester, which has to do with your order. It is my understanding that the Archmaesters in Oldtown are assisting the High Septon?" It was a question, not an accusation.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 5, 2014 15:57:27 GMT -5
"That is so. Many of them hate and fear House Targaryen, I know. And others, well, with the Citadel so close to the Starry Sept and the Dragonbane's army, they were trapped whether they liked it or not. Those who are strongly in support of House Targaryen either fled or were killed."
The Grand Maester sighed.
"A most tragic circumstance."
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Post by Horas on Jan 5, 2014 16:03:48 GMT -5
"The whole war is a tragic circumstance, Grand Maester. I do not need to hear generalities. You lived among them, once, and I know maesters across the realm keep in contact with each other. Who leads the Archmaesters in Oldtown? What drives him? Are there any of the Archmaesters who might turn on their fellows, for gold or land or power?" Aegon paused. "And tell me of the Citadel itself. Is it fortifiable against attack?"
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 5, 2014 16:19:20 GMT -5
The Grand Maester sighed. "My dear young man, I am no warrior. I have lived here in Kings Landing for many years. I have not even visited Oldtown since before this war began. Do you think I truly know what occurs there? We used to contact one another, once. Not now. I would not even have my assistants were it not for the fact that I arranged training facilities for a few young men with no place else to go." He sighed heavily. "I cannot even say if the men I once knew still live. Most Archmaesters are older men and most of those I knew are likely dead."
He sipped at iced milk before he continued. "There was a man. Archmaester Robert, an ambitious sort. If he still lives, he might turn on his fellows. I never liked him. He is younger than me, I recall. As for those who are against House Targaryen, there was Maester Myles and Maester Norbert . But Myles was a dozen years older than I. He is likely dead, though he was most devout and dedicated to the Seven. Norbert may yet live. He was exceedingly clever and dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge."
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too