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Post by The Gambler on Jun 11, 2016 19:29:55 GMT
A low-ceilinged room filled with great stone tubs large enough to hold six or seven after the fashion of the Free Cities. The bathhouse is made of stone and timber, with only one entrance to the room.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jun 12, 2016 17:14:23 GMT
Violet had heard of Harrenhal's great bathhouse, so, once the important matters had been dealt with, she headed here first. She wanted to take a look around and see if the place matched up to her expectations.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 12, 2016 17:16:39 GMT
If her expectations were a mound of rotting dead children stacked up beside a tub still half full of cold congealing blood, then they were certainly matched.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jun 12, 2016 17:29:30 GMT
Violet shrieked and backed into a corner, too shocked to flee immediately, but, as her breathing slowed, she realised that removing the bodies, followed by a good scrub could put the bathhouse to rights, and allow it to be used for its proper purpose. After all, she longed to bathe in the great tubs when the place was cleansed. Perhaps, she thought, it would be a good idea to have a septon perform a holy ritual to expunge any remnants of evil from the place. But first they would need to hire one.
Steeling herself, she checked to see if there was anything else of interest in the bathhouse.
Observation 40
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 12, 2016 18:46:36 GMT
(Success. You rolled 100. +3 to Observation)
She sees the glint of something metallic at the bottom of the tub, submerged beneath the congealing pool of blood.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jun 12, 2016 18:58:17 GMT
Violet's eyes widened as curiosity got the better of her. She grimaced, rolled up her sleeve and dipped her fingers in the bloody pool, and then the rest of her hand, reaching for the object. If the septas could see me now, she thought, I who shrieked like a mad thing at my first bleeding. She hated the feel of the blood against her hand but she was determined to find out what the object was.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 12, 2016 19:04:19 GMT
(Curse of Harrenhal Flip: Tails)
The pool is far deeper than she expects. Perhaps Violet is clumsy or perhaps she was pulled in by some unseen force, but she found herself tumbling into the half-congealed pool of children's' blood.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jun 12, 2016 19:07:56 GMT
Violet shrieked as her skin and clothing and even the ends of her hair were covered in blood. Worse, she was wearing one of her better dresses since she had thought they would need to make a good impression upon the people when they arrived. Grimacing, she felt gingerly around the bath for the metallic object.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 12, 2016 19:14:14 GMT
Her hands curl around the hard won object and Violet pulls it up. As she wipes the blood-soaked hair from her eyes, she can see that it is a small black iron key with a chain attached. It had presumably been worn around Lady Danelle's neck and fallen off as she "filled her tub."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jun 12, 2016 19:18:02 GMT
She wiped the blood off the key and studied it carefully. She thought it might have belonged to a private strongbox or container of personal keepsakes. She decided to search Lady Danelle's chambers. After she had got changed, of course.
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Post by Boros on Jun 20, 2016 15:04:19 GMT
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23rd of the 2nd Moon
As though as it might not seem likely, Hoster did, in fact, enjoy taking occasional baths (even more now that he had a 24/7 free disposal bathhouse). Only he had a reputation to maintain among his men, so he usually did it in late night shifts where it was less likely to have people lurking around.
He sat in one of the large pools, the steam of the hot water enveloping his face. His nephew would soon send him on a hunt for bandits, he felt that he needed to relax a little.
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Post by Jon Blackfort on Jun 20, 2016 15:42:18 GMT
Jon took cheerful and wholesome bites out of a green apple as he strode to the Bathhouse. He had found the place in rather tragic condition upon his initial inspection of the castle, but had saw fit to direct a pair of unfortunate servants to remove the bodies and scrub the room thrice. Indeed, he had been looking forward to this evening all week. The last several days had been tireless, as he worked to sort and order Harrenhal’s monstrous accounts, and finally he would reward himself.
In his other hand he carried a copy of Maester Winwell’s “Tariffs, Taxes, and Tithes: Stewardship and You.” A hot bath and a good book, that was all Jon asked for. Perhaps he might pretend he was back in Pentos, where the air was warm and the towers didn’t wail.
A skip jumped into his step as he caught smell of the scented candles he had given the servants to prepare for his arrival. Sweet lavender it was. Finally, for the first time in weeks, Jon could feel at home.
He entered the bathhouse and nearly choked on his apple. “Ho-Hoster…” Faraway, he thought he heard a child crying.
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Post by Boros on Jun 20, 2016 21:59:45 GMT
Hoster had been sitting with his eyes closed, enjoying the sweet scent of candles the servants had laid around. He had assumed it was a usual thing in this fancy type of place; the Bathhouses he used to frequent hardly even had the 'Bath' part of the name and usually involved more naked ladies running around.
"Who da fe..." Hoster said, startled to hear someone coming in during his privacy hours. His fright was very short, it changed as soon as he identified the interloper, to whom the older Blackfort opened a malicious grin. "If it ain' mah dear lil' brother Jon. Two week have ah been tryin' ta get mah hands on ye. Had ah not known ye, ah'd have guessed ye're avoidin' me."
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Post by Jon Blackfort on Jun 21, 2016 15:45:59 GMT
"No. I've been busy. Too busy." Jon murmured, lowering his eyes to avoid glimpsing his brother's exposed person. While he did his best to appear impassive, his heart pounded against his chest and Jon Blackfort felt as if he were eight years old again. "I did not know you were here."
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Post by Boros on Jun 21, 2016 17:15:27 GMT
"Well, ah am. Bet we can do som' catchin' up now." Hoster smiled, waving Jon to come over to his pool. Had it been three decades ago, he would already have charged towards his little brother and thrown him into the pool. But he was much older now, he knew better than to do that.... Or did he? "How long has it been? Twenty years?"
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