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Post by oznerol on Jun 17, 2023 11:51:03 GMT -5
"A house near Gulltown, if I recall. She tried to have me visit and see the whelp, but he died of a fever before the year was out."Eustace replied. Not that he would have. Infants were loathsome beasts. "She would. Always was a slut, even in Septa's robes." He said darkly. "Still young, and fertile enough to father you sons."
"A lady within the solar and a whore at the bedroom, best posible combination, uncle"Remarked Templeton.
"Maybe, just maybe. We could turn this into another kind of hunt. A most fruitful one"He clasped his cloak with a silver gem-studded star. "This... this we could do. Gulltown isn't too far away, neither is my mother's castle of Candlekeep, sitting between Wickeden and the city"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 21, 2023 17:36:42 GMT -5
"A fine wife she will make. I am sure it will not take us much convincing to tempt her back into the sheets."
Waynwood smirked to himself.
"The day is young. Time enough for a sojourn before my trip to the Eyrie."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 22, 2023 7:41:15 GMT -5
"A fine wife she will make. I am sure it will not take us much convincing to tempt her back into the sheets."Waynwood smirked to himself. "The day is young. Time enough for a sojourn before my trip to the Eyrie." He clamored, excited. "Let's fetch my wife, uncle. Enough she has been silent and chaste. A handful retainers will be enough"Excited, Templeton leaped towards the door and progresses through the hallways to the gates and the courtyard, were horses and hounds awaited, alongside a score of men in the Templeton and Waynwood livery.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 22, 2023 15:21:17 GMT -5
Eustace mounted up, eager to begin.
"I recall a few more fine ladies there with her, unless my memory proves false. We should enjoy them before you are wedded."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 23, 2023 13:34:32 GMT -5
Eustace mounted up, eager to begin. "I recall a few more fine ladies there with her, unless my memory proves false. We should enjoy them before you are wedded."Said Templeton. "Sound the horns! Ride!"
They departed the keep at full speed, while Templeton's sister looked from behind a fine window. She said nothing, just stared as they left, but her lips draw a thin smile.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 24, 2023 10:49:21 GMT -5
They would advance upon a Septry not a day or two from Gulltown; a long and ornate building fitted with windows of coloured glass cast in the image of the Seven Gods.
”Here.” Waynwood said, lifting a gloved hand. ”Patronised by Lord Grafton, who will surely not enjoy our presence here.”
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Post by oznerol on Jun 24, 2023 11:46:02 GMT -5
They would advance upon a Septry not a day or two from Gulltown; a long and ornate building fitted with windows of coloured glass cast in the image of the Seven Gods. ”Here.” Waynwood said, lifting a gloved hand. ”Patronised by Lord Grafton, who will surely not enjoy our presence here.”Said Templeton.
"I climbed his walls and plundered his house, like you did. If he doesn't want the same, he can plough himself"Templeton raised himself on the stirrups. The men were silent on the horses. They brought steal, but little armor. Harry himself rides to the Septry and then hammers the door with the fist. "Hail, hail! Let us in!"
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 4, 2023 14:57:55 GMT -5
They would advance upon a Septry not a day or two from Gulltown; a long and ornate building fitted with windows of coloured glass cast in the image of the Seven Gods. ”Here.” Waynwood said, lifting a gloved hand. ”Patronised by Lord Grafton, who will surely not enjoy our presence here.”Said Templeton.
"I climbed his walls and plundered his house, like you did. If he doesn't want the same, he can plough himself"Templeton raised himself on the stirrups. The men were silent on the horses. They brought steal, but little armor. Harry himself rides to the Septry and then hammers the door with the fist. "Hail, hail! Let us in!" A thick and stout woman opens the door to greet Harry with a surprised stare. Behind her the inside of the Septry could be seen; several robed women had halted their prayers to view the commotion. "My my lord Templeton." She blubbered, her face reddening with surprise. "What can we do for you?"
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Post by oznerol on Jul 4, 2023 15:01:09 GMT -5
"Grafton can lick my arse"Said Templeton.
"I climbed his walls and plundered his house, like you did. If he doesn't want the same, he can plough himself"Templeton raised himself on the stirrups. The men were silent on the horses. They brought steal, but little armor. Harry himself rides to the Septry and then hammers the door with the fist. "Hail, hail! Let us in!" A thick and stout woman opens the door to greet Harry with a surprised stare. Behind her the inside of the Septry could be seen; several robed women had halted their prayers to view the commotion. "My my lord Templeton." She blubbered, her face reddening with surprise. "What can we do for you?" Said Templeton.
"She is no fit to be a woman of the cloth, least so a silent one. I come to fetch her from your dirty grubby hands and deliver her to my wedlock"Harry added, with arrogance. He bears steel and the men-at-arms leave little to imagination.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 4, 2023 15:08:10 GMT -5
Eustace strode in and slapped the mistress aside with a rough backhand to silence her moaning. She yelped as she withdrew, clutching gingerly at her bruised cheek.
"We have come for Arya. Come out, sweet thing." Lord Waynwood trampled his muddied boots into the Septry. For a long moment, his green eyes flashed dangerously over the crowd of women, who seemed to freeze in paralyzed fear at their entry.
"She isn't among them." He finally said, prompting a visible look of relief from the Holy Sisters. "Kindly bugger off, wenches of the Gods." Then he turned to Templeton.
"Mayhaps she is in her quarters. As good a place to consummate as any."
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Post by oznerol on Jul 5, 2023 3:51:02 GMT -5
Eustace strode in and slapped the mistress aside with a rough backhand to silence her moaning. She yelped as she withdrew, clutching gingerly at her bruised cheek. "We have come for Arya. Come out, sweet thing." Lord Waynwood trampled his muddied boots into the Septry. For a long moment, his green eyes flashed dangerously over the crowd of women, who seemed to freeze in paralyzed fear at their entry. "She isn't among them." He finally said, prompting a visible look of relief from the Holy Sisters. "Kindly bugger off, wenches of the Gods." Then he turned to Templeton. "Mayhaps she is in her quarters. As good a place to consummate as any."Said Templeton. There was something arousing in the situation. He was to be wed, not like he would have thought, but a consummated marriage is as good when held in a castle than in a sept. "Lads, let's find and fetch my wife. No-one shall touch her, only me. Everything else is up to you"
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