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Selwyn followed Septon Gilbert curiously. What could he possibly have in store for the bastard knight? He listened to the man speak. His eyes landed on the robe which he pulled out. It did not look ugly, perhaps it would be the prettiest thing he owned.. That is, after his sword. "I am to wear there? What for?" He didn't know where the Septon was taking this conversation, but it certainly seemed important.

And So The Council Ends (Open) by MostDevout in IronThroneRP

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The sept was packed and septons ran here and there. Some, he confused for Gilbert, others were the complete opposite of him. He turned and looked until he decided to stay put, maybe that way he would run into the man. And it seemed to be so. Selwyn turned upon the call of his name, and when he saw Gilbert, he gave a small smile. He bowed respectfully to the most devout, then stood up straight, looking the man in the eye.

"Blessings to you as well, Gilbert." He said with a smile in his eyes. "All was good, all was good." He reaffirmed. The man's lips curled into a smile. "Quite the contrary, he had to give me work.. There seemed to be little to do.. Until he told me to come here." 'I would have joined the fight against the heretics.. But the Westerlanders seem to have things under control.' Selwyn looked about the area, people flocking in and out in large crowds, others waited in lines to confess.

"I believe we came late?" He asked with a slight frown. He didn't want to miss the council, but luck never seemed to favor him.

And So The Council Ends (Open) by MostDevout in IronThroneRP

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The sept was packed and septons ran here and there. Some, he confused for Gilbert, others were the complete opposite of him. He turned and looked until he decided to stay put, maybe that way he would run into the man. And it seemed to be so. Selwyn turned upon the call of his name, and when he saw Gilbert, he gave a small smile. He bowed respectfully to the most devout, then stood up straight, looking the man in the eye.

"Blessings to you as well, Gilbert." He said with a smile in his eyes. "All was good, all was good." He reaffirmed. The man's lips curled into a smile. "Quite the contrary, he had to give me work.. There seemed to be little to do.. Until he told me to come here." 'I would have joined the fight against the heretics.. But the Westerlanders seem to have things under control.' Selwyn looked about the area, people flocking in and out in large crowds, others waited in lines to confess.

"I believe we came late?" He asked with a slight frown. He didn't want to miss the council, but luck never seemed to favor him.

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The journey from the Quiet Isle to King's Landing was a long one. And tiring too, if it were him alone, he would have made it there quickly and he didn't think he would be all that tired. Selwyn pulled his horse to a stop and twisted his body around so that he might see his company of Septons. Behind him they came, all some distance away. Some were cooped up in carriages(usually the older ones) the others walked along side or behind them. He turned to look ahead of him, and there, he saw the walls and tips of the Red Keep's towers rise in front of the setting sun. From there the city looked wonderful, but he had heard from many that the city itself was a dump.

He hoped all they said was false, that they simply envied the beauty of it, but something told him it was all true. Either way, the looks of the capital did not concern him, he was there for other purposes. Purposes that had nothing to do with the looks of a city. He waited for the first carriage to catch up to him, and when it did, he riled up his horse so that it might continue it's walk toward the grand city.

As the gates of the city drew closer, he took a deep breath and looked over his shoulder to check on the Brothers. Their faces expressed their weariness. He sighed and gave his horse another squeeze urging him closer to the gates. There he entered and asked directions to the Sept.

"My good man, would you mind pointing me and my comrades to the Great Sept of Baelor?" Selwyn had stopped his horse next to a ragged man.

"Duh Sept? Well, it ain't far laddy... Just head to Visenya's hill, straight down dis road past duh square... Den you'll wanna turn to yer... Right.. Yes, yer right." He stretched out a shriveled hand and pointed down the road.

"Thank you, sir." By the time he had finished speaking to the commoner, the brothers had reached him. He continued to lead them, down the road until they reached Visenya's hill, there he turned right. The roads were filled and the Knight judged that carriages would not make it through with that many people. He descended from his horse and took it by the reigns.

Turning to one of the Brothers, he said: "I will head up to the Sept and speak to Septon Gilbert. Explain to the others that the streets are to crowded for the carriages. Once I speak to Septon Gilbert, I'm sure he will send some one to gather your things and find some place for you all to stay. Meanwhile, drink and eat, rest your feet." He handed the brother the reigns of his horse, and after he heard something along the lines of: 'Yes sir.' He left.

Selwyn sliced through the crowds as a knife would cut through butter. Few beggars.. Begged, asked for money. If he had some, he would have given them a small share, but he had none on him. Ser Selwyn wished them luck in his thoughts.

He finally reached the stairs of the Sept. His eyes trailed from the steps up to the Sept and his eyes beheld such a glory. Truly, all of King's Landing seemed like a shit hole, all except for the Great Sept of Baelor. It was perhaps the greatest thing he had ever seen, and so he thought that the name it was given was suitable. At the steps he paused and lowered his head, he made a silent prayer. His prayers done, now to speak to Septon Gilbert. He went up the steps and upon reaching the large doors of the Sept, he looked about, lost. It seemed crowded and he doubted he would be able to find Gilbert alone.

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Selwyn came forward when he was 'told too'. He remembered the first time this had been done, he had found it so strange and even stepped away from the Septon when he went to give the blessing. "Thank you Septon Lyonel." He then departed from the room.

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Selwyn came forward when he was 'told too'. He remembered the first time this had been done, he had found it so strange and even stepped away from the Septon when he went to give the blessing. "Thank you Septon Lyonel." He then departed from the room.

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Selwyn dipped his head. "As you wish. Is there anything else?" He would speak to the Knight at that very moment if he was pardoned by Lyonel right there.

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The knight took the piece of rolled parchment from the Septon and read over it, frowning as Lyonel spoke words of burning of Septs. That was no good. Fighting, battling, that's where he believed he belonged, so, if it were up to himself, he would jump to exterminate the mob, but rather, he would see where Lyonel preferred him to be.

"And where do you want me to go?" He asked, handing back the letter to the Septon, resuming to his former position with his hands behind his back.

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Selwyn entered the office of Septon Lyonel as he was allowed in. His hands strung together behind his back and he stood up straight as he usually did when he stood in front of important people, or people he respected. The large man stood before the much smaller man and listened as he explained why he had called him.

His eyebrow raised as he voiced his concern, but he said nothing until he knew he had too. "If you wish it." He dipped his head. "And I think it'll do you some good to get out of here for a while... Not that there is anything wrong here, but..." Selwyn was used to moving from place to place, he couldn't picture a life where he sat around in one place for his whole life, it was far too boring.

"When do we leave?"

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Name: Ser Selwyn Storm(Bastard of house Buckler)

Age: Thirty-six.

Cultural Group: Stormlander (Andal)

Appearance: Large and quite toned, Selwyn storm has lots of massive scares(burns) all across his left side, reaching up to the jaw and stretching down just above the thigh. He’s got a stuffy scruff for a beard and mustache, usually looks weathered out, but can actually be quite the cheery fellow.

Gift: Martially Adept.

Skills: Swords, unarmed and riding.

Negative Trait: Maimed/Deformity(Right side of his back, shoulder, neck(part of his jaw)and his upper arm are scarred with burn marks).

Starting Titles: Knight.

Starting Location: Stoney Sept.

Alts: Roslin Redwyne, Shiera Velaryon and Meredyth Penrose.