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Post by Gandalf on Jun 21, 2020 12:51:42 GMT -5
"My kin are captured, slaves to this wretched pirate. If I die, so be it. I will die with honour, not cowering behind Oldtown's walls."
Bulwer growled, pointing a mailed finger at Mace Tyrell's son.
"We are tired of watching our castles burned and our children slaughtered. We must retake them!"
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Post by oznerol on Jun 21, 2020 12:55:43 GMT -5
"My kin are captured, slaves to this wretched pirate. If I die, so be it. I will die with honour, not cowering behind Oldtown's walls." Bulwer growled, pointing a mailed finger at Mace Tyrell's son. "We are tired of watching our castles burned and our children slaughtered. We must retake them!" He said. "Your kin won't be liberated by retaking your keeps and Euron will only slaughter you both"
Garlan placed his sword on the table, hand on hilt. "If he dares coming where we can face him, on the field, I'll have his heart. But, as long as he hides in the waves, nothing can be done. In fact, at this rate he will have to go elsewhere or retreat, he cannot endure much longer with this stance, we do"
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Post by oznerol on Jun 30, 2020 7:06:54 GMT -5
After the battle Garlan rode to the Citadel and the Hightower. Maesters were wise and their numbers were greater in Oldtown than anywhere else, there must have been something they could do. And his grandfather, Leyton, surely knew a way to counter the blood lore and dark magic of the Ironborn king. But first things first, the archmaesters had to be talked with. Lastly, he would go to address the very people of Oldtown, they had to raise in arms of die as slaves.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 30, 2020 10:03:47 GMT -5
Garlan would find the Archmaesters assembled for council, being aware of the goings on in Oldtown and that their very existence was under threat.
"Lord Tyrell. I am glad to hear that disaster has been for now averted." One of them croaked, an old man with a lead staff.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 30, 2020 10:12:06 GMT -5
Garlan would find the Archmaesters assembled for council, being aware of the goings on in Oldtown and that their very existence was under threat. "Lord Tyrell. I am glad to hear that disaster has been for now averted." One of them croaked, an old man with a lead staff.
He said, dry.
"But he will be back. He could have sacked Sunspear, Lannisport even King's Landing"Garlan looks at the elderly men gathered. "Yet, he tries to conquer the strongest city in Westeros. It's for something, probably he seeks something in your tomes, the lore and artifacts you've gathered in centuries"He tries to be respectful in tone but rigid. "Likewise with my kin of Hightower. You've seen the power this Crow-eye displays, he even summoned abominations that could only be read in tales and old lore, a kraken in the flesh. I can face anything a man can throw at me, but I cannot defeat blood magic, archmaesters, neither I can defend the Citadel and this city with diminished troops. And he will be back, seeking you all. My men report of human sacrifices at Euron's ships, blood washing the planks of his ships before the battle is engaged. We all shall join watery graves with our throats slit if we don't collaborate"
He gestured little. "For our sake and the survival of your order and this city, wise men, how might you help me, how might you help Oldtown? Either we stand and win or we all die in a most cruel fashion"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 30, 2020 10:27:45 GMT -5
"Blood magic?" Another said in disbelief. One chortled.
"I believe you are looking for our Mage, Marwyn. He went to chase dragons in the east. There is no such thing as blood magic, and this kraken you saw was likely drawn by blood on the water." A few did look unsettled, however. That a mere knight was delivering this news was rather unsettling.
"But the problem of Greyjoy is a very real one." Archmaester Ryam concluded, indicated from the rest by his golden cane. "The citadel has devices and weaponry of all kinds, weapons of war that our best and brightest have been experimenting with for the last few decades. We would see them used if the Citadel is under threat."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 30, 2020 10:32:36 GMT -5
"Blood magic?" Another said in disbelief. One chortled. "I believe you are looking for our Mage, Marwyn. He went to chase dragons in the east. There is no such thing as blood magic, and this kraken you saw was likely drawn by blood on the water." A few did look unsettled, however. That a mere knight was delivering this news was rather unsettling. "But the problem of Greyjoy is a very real one." Archmaester Ryam concluded, indicated from the rest by his golden cane. "The citadel has devices and weaponry of all kinds, weapons of war that our best and brightest have been experimenting with for the last few decades. We would see them used if the Citadel is under threat." Said Garlan. "I need your help before we come to that, be it magic or the actions of a man is the walls and the harbor what I need to defend, the people of Oldtown"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 30, 2020 11:21:17 GMT -5
"We have weapons of fire and powder in the depths of these halls, and engines of siege that can destroy Euron Greyjoy's ships and scatter his men. However, I fear for the damage that will be done to the city."
Ryam grimaced.
"The chain was damaged by whatever devices Euron brought with him, and from what I have heard the ships have all been wrecked too. I fear that using these weapons is our only course."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 30, 2020 11:34:55 GMT -5
"If the Imp dared used the pyromancers' fire we can use whatever weapons you hold"
Said Garlan.
"I will evaquate the people living in the fringes of the city and those quarters susceptible to be caught in a crossfire, maesters"
He looks to the old men gathered.
"Either to the Hightower or the Citadel grounds"
He clenches his fist.
"But if to save the city we have to burn a quarter of it, so be it, this town and its people cannot be captured and enslaved. I promise House Tyrell shall pay for reparations after the conflict is done and none shall come to harm if we were to use your arsenal, maesters"
Garlan looks around.
"Who among you wears the mask of iron and wields a staff of the same ore? He shall command these weapons and direct us in this struggle"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 30, 2020 17:06:00 GMT -5
Archmaester Gallard rose. He was fairly young for an Archmaester, his hair not yet turned grey.
"I am he, lord Garlan. I shall bring the weapons of the Citadel to Oldtown's defence, my lord."
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Post by oznerol on Jul 1, 2020 3:31:32 GMT -5
Archmaester Gallard rose. He was fairly young for an Archmaester, his hair not yet turned grey. "I am he, lord Garlan. I shall bring the weapons of the Citadel to Oldtown's defence, my lord." Said Garlan.
"The Citadel shall be much praised for this"He makes a short bow. "Now, good wise men, I am to depart for the city and the Hightower, by your leave. I will be back by sunrise to coordinate with archmaester Gallard"Garlan was soon enough at the games, galloping like a thunder through the streets. He was to meet his lordly grandfather and, thus, he rose the ramps and many steps to the very top of the tower, where Leyton had lingered for years, amidst tomes of ancient lore and with the company of Garlan's eldest aunt, Malora the Maid, called a madwoman but in fact a seeker of knowledge, unburdened by marriage or the whims of men.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 1, 2020 8:17:00 GMT -5
Garlan climbed the Hightower's ever-winding stairs up to Lord Leyton's palatial chambers, where the ancient patriarch of the Hightower family was consulting tomes and manuscripts. He was still tall and broad shouldered, but his hair had turned since to a wispy grey and he required a myrish lens to read. Malora was with him, still fair in her middle age. Those scholars they were with were not maesters, but priests and wise men from the Free Cities that had brought mystical knowledge to the Lord Leyton's attention.
"Garlan. I haven't seen you since you were a boy, lad. You look like your father at the same age."
Said the Old Man of Oldtown, finally looking up from his tome.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 1, 2020 8:46:15 GMT -5
Garlan climbed the Hightower's ever-winding stairs up to Lord Leyton's palatial chambers, where the ancient patriarch of the Hightower family was consulting tomes and manuscripts. He was still tall and broad shouldered, but his hair had turned since to a wispy grey and he required a myrish lens to read. Malora was with him, still fair in her middle age. Those scholars they were with were not maesters, but priests and wise men from the Free Cities that had brought mystical knowledge to the Lord Leyton's attention. "Garlan. I haven't seen you since you were a boy, lad. You look like your father at the same age."Said the Old Man of Oldtown, finally looking up from his tome. Garlan respectfully bows and kisses his grandsire's hand, filial. "I hope not to look like him two decades later"He said with a slight smile. "Aunt"Tyrell also kisses her hand. "I came for a reason, my Lord. Two, in fact. Firstly, Euron has played wild cards in the battle that unfolded: he summoned a beast from the depths, he conjured powerful blood magic, my men and the Ironborn we captured speak of queer sacrifices and rites. I can fight any man, but I can't fight monsters, you're a man of lore, just like you, aunt, do you know how to counter his spells and use of dark lore? This is unseen since the Age of Heroes, most the maesters rejected my claim, but I've seen the sea bursting open and the tentacles flailing ships like small branches"He looked concerned.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 1, 2020 12:28:39 GMT -5
"I know it. Blood sacrifice, a compact with the depths sealed with the blood of kings and godly men."
Spoke Malora, who was well versed in the lore of such vile magicks.
"Battle Island itself is protected from such sorcery by the Hightower itself. Spells far older than the Andals were woven into the foundations by the first of our house."
Leyton nodded. The bottom of the tower was cast from oily black stone, quite unlike anything ever seen anywhere else in the world.
"But the rest of the city is not quite so well defended. Alas, Garlan, the art of such protective runes are lost. But I am certain that Euron is the only one who knows how to employ such magic. If he dies, then the threat is ended."
Malora sighed.
"Kill the Crow's Eye, and the threat is gone. Blood magic is powerful, but unstable. We will do what we can to disrupt any such rituals, but we can do little against this sorcery with so little time to prepare."
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Post by oznerol on Jul 1, 2020 12:48:11 GMT -5
"I know it. Blood sacrifice, a compact with the depths sealed with the blood of kings and godly men."Spoke Malora, who was well versed in the lore of such vile magicks. "Battle Island itself is protected from such sorcery by the Hightower itself. Spells far older than the Andals were woven into the foundations by the first of our house."Leyton nodded. The bottom of the tower was cast from oily black stone, quite unlike anything ever seen anywhere else in the world. "But the rest of the city is not quite so well defended. Alas, Garlan, the art of such protective runes are lost. But I am certain that Euron is the only one who knows how to employ such magic. If he dies, then the threat is ended."Malora sighed. "Kill the Crow's Eye, and the threat is gone. Blood magic is powerful, but unstable. We will do what we can to disrupt any such rituals, but we can do little against this sorcery with so little time to prepare." Garlan looks at his empty hands. "And now one of my uncles is in chains and the other is gravely wounded, I'm at loss, I don't know how to proceed. I don't want to fail your or this city"He opens and closes his hands. Tyrell looked sorrowful for an instant, then he swallowed hard and looked back at Leyton. "You know better, both of you. Do what you can, I shall do my best. If it's not much to ask, grandfather, could you blare your horns and summon as many men from the city possible? Arm them with bow and lance from your armories, we need even a poor man's arm if we're to go through this"
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