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Post by Princess Melissa Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 18:34:26 GMT
The knight commander of the Warrior's Sons lives here.
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Post by Princess Melissa Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 18:37:15 GMT
Septon Titus arrived at the commander's quarters for a chat, bringing with him a gift, a bottle of sweet Dornish strongwine as a gift A merchant with whom he was acquainted had procured him half a dozen bottles.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 18:39:30 GMT
See Barron Brax allows the priest in. He is a trim man in his early fifties, with the martial bearing of a lifelong warrior. His head is shaved mirror clean, while he has a great mustache that covers an ugly scar over his lip. "Septon Titus," he said respectfully, "I am surprised to see you, but the Seven have decreed today a fortuitous day," he said. "A raven arrived from my former home. My niece has delivered twin boys, very strong."
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Post by Princess Melissa Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 19:03:36 GMT
"May the Mother watch over both mother and children," Titus replied. "I am glad for your family. Children are a great blessing for any house, and twins must surely be especially favoured by the gods. It is to be hoped that my nephew Geralt's wife soon bears an heir for the Hightower. Only the gods know when Perceon will take a wife."
He set the bottle of wine down on a table.
"Is all well with the Warrior's Sons, my friend? I'm no man of war, it's true, but we have a shared purpose, you and I. Perhaps I ought spend more time visiting your men."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 19:06:51 GMT
See Barron nodded. "We are not meeting our recruiting hops for the Warrior's Sons, but I think the great losses at the God's Eye twenty years ago is to blame for that; too many second sons became heirs and lords, meaning they didn't join us. The Poor Fellows ranks increase daily, though, and not a moment too soon. Chaos threatens," he said apocalyptically. "Disorder and vile men seek to savage our lands."
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Post by Princess Melissa Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 19:12:46 GMT
"So I hear." Titus frowned. "We face a daily battle against the godless. That is why I have come. Have you heard the tales of the slavers preying upon Lord Costayne's coast? I rather hoped you might be able to lend some assistance. Such men cannot possibly be of our Faith. You would be doing the gods' work if you joined the forces preparing to destroy them."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 19:15:07 GMT
"I have," he said grimly. "Word has been sent to Ser Garrett, and his knights will be making common cause with our men as well. We will find these brutes," he owed, "and they shall answer to the Seven personally. The Poor Fellows are gathering outside by the day to form a brigade of volunteers to protect the helpless."
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Post by Princess Melissa Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 19:24:58 GMT
"I am glad to hear it. Those scum will be destroyed." He spoke with surprising venom. Titus was hardly the most philanthropic of men, though he sometimes pretended to be, for the sake of his reputation, but he seemed to ahve taken the slavers as a personal insult to House Gardener and the Faith. "Has His Holiness spoken to you of the subject? He must be distressed, with events like this happening almost on our doorstep."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 19:29:59 GMT
"His Holiness gave me the words to speak with my own mouth," he confirmed. "The Faith shall not rest until this scourge against humanity is pulled up root and stem, and then ground from existence. I assume the Gardeners and Hightowers shall not be laggardly in joining us, perhaps even our neighbors to the west and east. No one suffers slavery in their kingdoms."
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Post by Princess Melissa Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 19:48:46 GMT
"I have written to both Highgarden and the Citadel and aid has been promised," Titus answered. "I pray that it will be enough. I cannot swing a sword in defence of the kingdom, but I hope the allies I sought will go a long way towards dealing with the problem. Justice shall be merciless in this case, I believe." He nodded in satisfaction.
"In the meantime, how are you hodling up? It's a shame you're struggling with recruitment. Did you send men to the tourney at Harrenhal, to play recruiting officer there? No doubt there are man of the Riverlands who love the gods as we do, and likely some of the other kingdoms' visitors too."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2017 19:52:17 GMT
"No," he said, "the tourney is off limits to us. Our men get too riled in the presence of heretics to stand down," he explained, "and the threat of violence was too high." He eased himself into a chair, age creeping up slowly on him, "I hope they are enough, never have I heard of men so cruel as this new breed. No morals at all."
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Post by Princess Melissa Gardener on Aug 11, 2017 20:08:50 GMT
"Such are the godless. They lack a proper influence to civilise them and teach them morals, The Father Above will strike them down, with your help. I shall pray for you all," Titus replied. "In the meantime, is there anything I can do to aid you and your men?"
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