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Post by The Gambler on Jun 5, 2016 5:33:21 GMT
Harrenhal is built on a gigantic scale; its colossal curtain walls are sheer and high as mountain cliffs while atop the battlements the wood-and-iron scorpions seem as small as their namesakes when seen from the ground. Harrenhal's gatehouse is as large as Winterfell's Great Keep, and its stone is discolored and fissured. From outside the gatehouse, only the tops of five immense towers can be seen because the height of the walls obscure the view of them. The main gate has walls so thick that no less than a dozen murder holes are passed before one reaches the yard on the other side.
Post arrivals and departures here.
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on Jun 6, 2016 18:59:54 GMT
Yoren and the others set out for the main gate, the travel not taking long to reach the broken entry way that was mentioned before. Yoren tried to listen for the sounds of fighting, or look out for signs of anyone as they approached the behemoth castle.
"Remember. We keep as hidden as we possibly can. Find out all there is, and ride back. I'll leave you to do the talking, should we be confronted, Jon. If they don't want to talk and we can't get away, we bash their heads in, and then we leave." He said, going over the plan one more time as he turned back towards the gate.
He was ready to go.
((Ambush/Scouting: 80))
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 6, 2016 19:16:23 GMT
(Don't really need to roll scouting/ambush unless it's a proper army. This is pretty small scale as there's only seven of you.)
The Magnificence Seven make their to the the gatehouse, the maw of the great beast, the points of its raised iron portcullis looking like teeth. As no one had lowered it when the gate was breached, it was clear that no one was manning it at the time. A makeshift battering ram lay discarded near the weirwood log gate behind it, a portion splintered away, large enough for them to enter single file into the long tunnel passing through the thick walls. As there were no corpses around, it did not seem the forced peasant entry had met with any resistance, though as they entered the tunnel, that would likely not make them feel any more comfortable about having to pass beneath no less than a dozen murder holes before reaching the courtyard. It was silent except for the caw of the multitude of crows watching them.
(Curse of Harrenhal Flip: Tails) (Curse Severity Result: Inconsequential)
As they file into the gatehouse, one of the crows shits directly onto Yoren's head, its caw and that of its compatriots sounding like malicious laughter.
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Post by Boros on Jun 6, 2016 19:28:45 GMT
"Naw t'is is one hell o' a creepy place to be in alone..." Hoster said, gripping a lot tighter the hilt of his sheathed sword. Normally he would have chuckled at the bird shitting on Yoren's head, but this whole affair made Hoster a little uncomfortable. Maybe he shouldn't have commemorated so early. "They shoul' call t'is place Harr'nhell."
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on Jun 6, 2016 19:31:48 GMT
"Son of a bitch." Yoren hissed and swatted at the air as he felt something wet land on his head, the caws above letting him exactly what had happened. He glared at the birds before turning his attention back to the castle, "It definitely doesn't feel like a welcome place. Where is everyone?" he asked aloud.
"I'd have thought we'd have ran into at least something. Either a dead body or a nasty welcoming party. Not...nothing." he said as he tried to survey as far as his eyes could see, for any signs of life.
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Post by Boros on Jun 6, 2016 19:38:58 GMT
"Maybe they just be gon' fer a walk, dunno." Hoster was a fucking hard man, no one could deny him that truth; he could kill a baby with a dagger and don't even flinch, but for the first time in the while, he felt as if he had to get out of the place.
"We shoul' take a look at da granaries an' git da feck ou' o' here..." He straightened his back, trying to seem less intimidated than he actually was. "Ah mean, com' back wi' the rest o' the party. All seems ta be well, maybe ah can settle fer a nice bath before noon."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 6, 2016 20:16:37 GMT
Hoster's men looked even more uneasy than he did, though each was a hardened killer. Even killers were afraid of what they couldn't explain, the chill running up their spines they had not truly felt since they were children, the foreboding that they were walking into a giants lair, that this place had not been made for men.
As they passed by all the murderholes without incident and beneath the second raise potcullis, they came out into the expansive courtyard of Harrenhal. The walls raised around them, sheer as mountains, made then feel like mice in a very large box. They could see the Wailing Tower, which housed the granaries, to the east, though it was a good quarter of a mile away and they would have to pass through Flowstone Yard to get there. Yoren swore he heard the clash of steel against steel in that direction. North, across the courtyard directly before them, was the entrance to the Hall of the Hundred Hearths. To the northwest was Kingspyre tower.
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on Jun 6, 2016 20:20:23 GMT
"This place is even bigger on the inside." He said as he looked at how far away their target was. The wailing tower, not an offputting name at all. As he looked, he could swear he heard the sounds of fighting, or at least the sounds of metal on metal, and looked to hoster, "Do you hear that?" he asked.
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Post by Boros on Jun 6, 2016 20:25:45 GMT
Hoster shook his head, his eyes wide in a mix of amusement and fear of the whole place; he could only hear his heart thumping at the moment. In reflex, he pulled his sword out and grabbed the shield on his back, not that whatever was making him feel this way could be fought with such weapons.
"Aight... Tha' one shoul' be where da granaries is." Hoster pointed his sword at the Wailing Tower. He was sweating like a pig. "Ye can lead, big boyo."
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on Jun 6, 2016 20:53:52 GMT
"Alright. Lets move out." Yoren said as he rode towards the wailing tower, hoping they wouldn't run into any hostile opposition. Or perhaps he did hope they did, if only to see some sign of life.
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Post by Barley on Jun 13, 2016 23:21:56 GMT
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Saesha takes Ser Simon with her and asks to meet the Maester and the Steward on the walls. The Castellan's invitation must have got lost in the complex messaging system Harrenhal has.
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 13, 2016 23:22:32 GMT
Percival arrived to speak with the Lady. He bowed his head respectful to her and the Knight. "My lady it is a pleasure to see you. And you as well Ser Simon." He kept his blank expression but let some respect show in his voice.
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Post by Barley on Jun 13, 2016 23:36:39 GMT
"Maester, good of you to come. We are just waiting on the steward. I would like the opinions of all of you on how best to improve the castle. I thought this view of the towers would give us all some perspective."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 13, 2016 23:43:54 GMT
Ser Simon bowed his head in respect to the maester. He may have hung the last one from a tree, but the man had patched his wound when everyone else seemed to wish he had lost his head. That was worth something.
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 13, 2016 23:48:05 GMT
Percival nodded at her, and then turned his gaze up to the towers. He eyed the towers one by one, and gave a small private smile. "Almost seems a shame. They have such character like they are now." He turned his gaze back to the Lady of the house. "There are concerns that rank higher then those towers. The defenses should be re-worked. We need to build a library. Though too much upgrading will no doubt drive your family poor. A keep this big needs more men to guard, and more servants to work, which all costs more coins then your average keep. Until we have lands and incomes equaling our projected expenses we should move slowly on building projects." Percival glanced at Simon, and decided to not say specifically how poorly maintained the grounds were now. The wall was more shale then stone.
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