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What started out as Gerold and Adranna fluffs & scraps and ended up being a rather sketchy general summery

Early October note

Adranna,

It is a sad thing. A tragedy that would better fit a song sung to a little girl to fill her head with mistaken thoughts about life.

It is a sad thing that I sometimes fill my head with such notions. Longing for the songs I was not sung when I was a child on account of my gender.

It is a sad thing that I allow such notions to get in the way of my reason. To let thoughts of true love, and guilt over my base needs taking it away, cloud things I know are right and have lived by all my life.

It is a sad thing that I keep losing you, and yet even sadder thing that this time, through losing you - I also lose a part of myself.

It is a sad thing that as soon as I got you back, I let you slip from my grasp.

It is a sad thing to think that right now, the only way I have to try and speak words to your heart is to use the poetry you rightfully mock so much.

But if I fail to earn your friendshio - your love - again, it will be the saddest thing of all.

Gerold

17-10-09

[3 AM, Ranna's quarters. There's a knock on the door.]
Ranna [sniffling, opens door]: Gerold, wtf? you're drenched. Been fucking the snow again?
Gerold: No, I feel the pain of endless creativity so I've been bathing in my tears.
Ranna: Let me just wipe my own before I offer to non-Plaotonically comfort you.
Gerold: Rocks.
[She makes him a bath and sings little Mary-Sue mating songs while he doses off]
[Gerold wakes up and moves to the bed]
Gerold: So, ah, what'cha discuss with Jon that made you go all Psycho at dinner?
Ranna: No, you'll hate me if I tell you.
Gerold: Will not.
Ranna: Will too.
Gerold: Will not.
Ranna: Will too.
Gerold: Will n-
Ranna: I killed Adranna Lynderly.
Gerold: dot dot dot?
Ranna: [reads him her char sheet]
Gerold: Well fuck me.
Ranna: Finally! [jumps at]
Gerold: [chastly avoids] Nonono! I need to angst over this now. Let me leave you here to ponder suicide while I walk off and accidentally drop the ring I intended to propose to you with as I slam the door. [does]
Ranna: Oh yeah? You fight like a dairy farmer. [tosses ring into fire]

21-10-09

Later that night, Ranna packs and leaves, not before confusing the hell out of several guards. Gerold follows, finds her, they do exhaustingly dramatic fluff and go back to the Eyrie. Nothing to write home about.
(Well, a proposal, but technically, she never said "yes". So there.)

24-10-09 (session ran by Aya)

Everyone shares a dream involving wind in castles, in libraries, in the woods and in a dark corridor full of flapping doors. They wake up, they never had a sister and they have no powers.
Jon: Crap.
Gerold: wtf?
Wylhelm: Must be a magical circle, let's try outside the Eyrie.
Adranna: whatev, I'm just an npc.
[they go outside, fail with any magic but Jon keeps fainting when he tries, true scientist that he is. On their way back they are attacked by 20 Eyrie guards and WIN.]
GM: Imba.
Party: Bronze Yohn needs to know this. [tell him]
Bronze: Weirdoes. Fine, check what you can and report. [leaves]
[The party is served poisoned wine by a servant, whom Jon interrogates while Ranna is suspiciously off to get ice.]
Gerold: Another murder attempt! I'll go tell Bronze Yohn myself. [leaves]
[Jon and Wylhelm fluff some servant-abuse as Gerold walks off and meets Adranna on the way.]
Gerold: Yo, Ranna, am off to find that npc you hate playing and talk to him.
Ranna: The hell you are. He's not in his chambers.
Gerold: Where is he then?
Ranna: Right through this door. [leads him to an ambush where he's jumped by 40 guards]
Gerold: [eyes them all] Erm... I don't suppose anyone's up for a game of cards?
Jon, in the Maester's tower: Le sigh, I think Gerold's dying again.
Wylhelm: Yawn.
[both run into guard room, find Gerold fighting the lot and Adranna looking creepy in the corner. Jon helps his brother and Wylhelm knocks Ranna out just in time to have their powers returned to them. Fin.]

24-10-09 (back to G&R alone)

They spend an hour or two talking about the plot and hot Braavosi men, and go to sleep. This is, like, tah crap. All the sexual tension's gone, //and they didn't even fuck//. I'm asking you.

30-10-09

[Morning in the Eyrie]
Ranna: Morning, Kara. Hey, you know what? I'm not actually the real Adranna Lynderly. Check out my char sheet.
Kara: [throws a tantrum]
Ranna: Oh yeah? You fight like a dairy farmer. [storms out]
Gerold: wtf?
Kara: This bitch isn't even our cousin. Tell me you're not going to marry her now that you know she's not blood.
Gerold: She told you that too?!
Kara: [throws a tantrum]
Wylhelm: You know, I think this'd be a good time for me to split by botching a summon.
[Does and ends up in another, uncharted part of the world. Ta ta, Wylhelm.]
Party: Le gasp!
Jon: Zzzz.
Gerold: Ah, Kara, about earlier.
Kara: stfu, you're just like dad.
Gerold: dot dot dot.
Kara: Right, it's my wedding now. You must all be happy, and look, even the weather's great!
Sable: Hello. I'm a random Braavosi charmer and am here to deliver a package and sweep you all of your feet.
Ranna: Hey, didn't I shag you back in Braavos?
Sable: Not remotely. I shagged you, hon. Anyway, scurry off now, I think this guy's hitting on me.
Gerold: Just a little. [they shag]
Kara: Hey, am I not supposed to be the one getting some this session, what with it being my wedding and all?
GM: Ah, right. [much of that commences].
Ranna: [watches all this frolicking around her with a sigh] I suppose it's just you and me now, Jon.
Jon: Zzzz.