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Post by The Gambler on Jan 24, 2014 22:47:02 GMT -5
The spiritual center of the Faith in Westeros, which has served as the seat of the High Septon for over a thousand years. It is an impressive sight, standing out from the surrounding structures because of the black marble used in its construction.
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Post by Horas on Jan 24, 2014 22:53:06 GMT -5
By the time Aegon arrives, the Starry Sept has already been surrounded by royal troops. Aegon lands the unbloodied Glutton nearby and jumps down from the saddle. He looks to whomever is the highest ranking man nearby. "What is the situation here?" Aegon asks.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 24, 2014 22:56:49 GMT -5
Aegon can see that the arched black doors of the Starry Sept have already been breached, the last of the Warriors Sons littering its hallowed halls where they had made their final stand. Aegon is informed that the High Septon awaits him in his chamber, a curious expression on the veteran's face.
Trajan Waters stands at Aegon's side, a pale shadow.
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Post by Horas on Jan 24, 2014 22:57:46 GMT -5
"Alone?" Aegon asked, frowning.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 24, 2014 23:00:42 GMT -5
"There was a maester with him...no longer." was the commander's reply. Aegon could see that the man clutched a gold link that could only have been from a maester's chain, stained with blood.
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Post by Horas on Jan 24, 2014 23:02:21 GMT -5
Aegon nodded. "Keep the surrounding area secure," he commanded the man. He took a breath, then strode into the main hall of the Starry Sept, looking around.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 24, 2014 23:04:34 GMT -5
It stank of incense and gore, the ground littered with the bodies of the slain. Valiant to the end, the Warriors Son had died with sword in hand, the remnants of their order littering the holy site. Any relics of value had been looted.
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Post by Horas on Jan 24, 2014 23:13:52 GMT -5
For all of the blood and gore, Aegon could see that it had been beautiful once. The stars painted on the ceiling, which had given the Sept its name, remained. But beyond that... any gold and silver had been looted, and the statues of the gods smashed, so that Aegon could no longer tell Crone from Warrior from Stranger. Aegon paused for a long time in the central chamber, though he said nothing. Then he kept walking, until he was outside the High Septon's personal chamber.
"I know about your list," Aegon told Trajan quietly. "Maekar showed me." He looked Trajan in the eye. "It will be done. Will you wait outside?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 24, 2014 23:19:27 GMT -5
"And shirk my duty? I think not, brother." Trajan replied, seemingly amused by the suggestion. "I am our father's eyes and we both know he would bear witness."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 23:20:37 GMT -5
Elsey swung herself out of the saddle after Aegon, stumbling on her landing and stifling a yelp, but followed the Prince in silence, trying to look more poised than she felt.
Upon reaching the High Septon's chamber, she looked to him questioningly;
"Do you plan to enter alone?"
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Post by Horas on Jan 24, 2014 23:23:59 GMT -5
Aegon looked at his half brother. He had been angry at Trajan so often that he had lost count of the times he had wanted to punch him in his smug face. But today he looked on Trajan with pity. "Do you ever think of me as a brother?" Aegon asked. "Or are we all just... background noise?" He was thinking of Aemy, and did not respond at first to Elsey.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 24, 2014 23:37:29 GMT -5
Trajan was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable behind the black skull mask he wore when performing his duty,
"I found a finger in my bowl of brown once when I was four." he replied, softly, bizarrely revealing a sliver of the life he had lived before taming Zyraxes. "That is what the world is...just a large pot of brown, simmering away year after year as we dance on its edge. Don't shove me and I won't shove you."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 23:38:33 GMT -5
Not liking where the conversation with Trajan was going, and feeling another, deeper worry creep into her mind, she once again tried to speak up;
"If I may, My Lord, it might be best to not go alone. Great ills may be wrought by a man with nothing to lose."
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Post by Horas on Jan 24, 2014 23:42:24 GMT -5
Aegon looked at Trajan, then looked at Elseyris. "I am sorry," Aegon said softly, almost sadly, "If I have not been the best brother to you. Come then." He opened the door, then looked back at Elsey. "Wait here, please." He paused for a moment, then entered the room.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 23:47:49 GMT -5
Elsey watched them both enter the chamber with trepidation, and prayed they would come back out safely, glancing anxiously around the ruined former beauty of the sept, wrapping her working arm protectively around herself.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 24, 2014 23:59:01 GMT -5
A decrepit old man sat upon a four-poster bed, staring out a stained glass window at the havoc that was being unleashed below as the royal army looted and pillaged his city.
However, as he turned to face the intruders, there a warm, serene, and welcoming smile on his face.
"Hello?" he said, clearly confused, devoid of the venom Aegon had likely expected from the man that had incited the longest war in history. "Who are you?"
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Post by Horas on Jan 25, 2014 0:01:10 GMT -5
Aegon paused at the entry, instinctively looking around for some hidden trap.
"I am Aegon Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone," Aegon said. He had been ready for venom and fire, but this had caught him off guard. "Who are you?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 25, 2014 0:13:14 GMT -5
"My apologies, Your Grace." he replied, trying to stand upon his shriveled legs as if expecting them to support him. "I am Septon Nathaniel."
"Has Hector gotten in the pantry again?" he asked, concerned. "I've told the High Septon the boy would behave, but Father help me, it is a tall task. His Holiness was kind to take in the boy and not strip me of my robes when he found out about him, but I suppose even his patience must have its limits."
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Post by Horas on Jan 25, 2014 0:15:03 GMT -5
Aegon looked uncertain. "Where is the High Septon?" he asked.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 25, 2014 0:19:47 GMT -5
"Out feeding the poor, I am sure." the old man insisted, though Aegon could see plainly that the great crystal crown sat nearby on a pedestal. "It is a lovely day for it, after all."
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Post by Horas on Jan 25, 2014 0:24:02 GMT -5
"Out...?" Aegon struggled to put his thoughts in order. "What year is it, Septon?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 25, 2014 0:34:08 GMT -5
The man raised an eyebrow at the queer question.
"It is 31 AL, my prince." he replied, as if the answer was obvious.
"Did you bring your dragon with you, Prince Aenys?" he asked, mistaking Aegon's name. "I know Hector would love to see one. They are all he talks about."
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Post by Horas on Jan 25, 2014 0:38:54 GMT -5
A sense of creeping dread passed over Aegon as everything pointed to a conclusion he did not wish to hear. "Do you remember," he asked Trajan quietly, "What the High Septon's name was, before he ascended to the title?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 25, 2014 0:45:32 GMT -5
"Was before I was born." the Knight Inquisitor replied.
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Post by Horas on Jan 25, 2014 0:47:45 GMT -5
Aegon frowned. He opened the door. "Elsey," he said, "Find me a Warrior's son or a septon who has been taken captive, and bring them back here."
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too