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Post by Percy Rivers on Nov 28, 2007 23:46:46 GMT -5
Strider quietly joins the high lords in the main hall. He can see Morax shouting, and Elaene curled up on the floor, sobbing. She was wrapped in a thin cloak, her hair disshevled, and blood between her thighs.
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Post by Horas on Nov 28, 2007 23:47:11 GMT -5
Ser Brandon Rivers enters Casterly Rock to find the source of the commotion. He politely moves people aside until he is near the front.
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Post by dienekes on Nov 28, 2007 23:54:06 GMT -5
"My niece has been raped damn it! What don't you get about it!" He screamed at a cowering servant who had been trying again to clothe Elaena. He had already smashed a seat or two in his fury. The lords were coming all around him and looking at the sight before him. They must believe this. "MY Niece!" He howled again and started yelling wordless fury and sorrow that echoed down the hall. And right before him was Elaena who seemed dead to anything but her personal sorrow.
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Post by Horas on Nov 28, 2007 23:58:28 GMT -5
"Oh dear," Brandon says, "That is terribly unfortunate. What rapscallion committed this villainous deed?"
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 28, 2007 23:58:33 GMT -5
Randal enters the great hall of the Rock, wearing red-gold robes over light chain mail and with a sword at his hip.
He face falters slightly as he sees the great commotion in his hall but he quickly responds.
"Bolton, Morax, is it not. You claim that your niece was raped, and you wish for... justice. Who is the rapist, tell me that, and you may have some justice."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Nov 29, 2007 0:00:05 GMT -5
Irritation plucked at Aerie's brow. "Can't he shut up?" she growled impatiently, glowering at the man as he pitched his hysterical fit. "This is ridiculous. If he knows who has done it, he should stop his howling and spit it out." When Randal entered, she looked to him expectantly.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 29, 2007 0:00:10 GMT -5
"Cover her up." Seth said, approaching Morax. "Whatever villainy that has been set upon her." Seth stared into Morax's eyes, evaluating. "And what is the reason for the big show?" He was very suspicious of this event, especially since it was a Bolton's doing.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 29, 2007 0:02:20 GMT -5
Francis watched carefully and said nothing. Whatever this was, it would have dire consequences for someone.
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Post by dienekes on Nov 29, 2007 0:03:22 GMT -5
"I don't know who did this." He almost sobbed. "If I did the man would already be dead."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 29, 2007 0:06:33 GMT -5
Seth removed his cloak and overshirt quietly. He remained in his smallshirt and trousers, but walked over to the convulsing woman and handed the clothes to her.
"More for your dignity, girl."
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 29, 2007 0:06:53 GMT -5
Randal turns to Morax and looks him dead in the eye, "Then let the girl speak. A few of my men saw some of your own Bolton warriors dragging this very same girl into an inn earlier today, perhaps they are the culprits." Randal walks over to the Bolton party and looks closely at Morax and Elaena, and then he speaks calmly to Morax, "This girl is to marry my cousin, and I would hate for that marrige to be ruined, but if you cannot get me a culprit, or at least someone you suspect, I can do little."
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 29, 2007 0:09:20 GMT -5
Roland Royce and Daven Hersey overhear that something is going on at the Rock, so they join the gathering crowd in time to see the Lord Falgrave offer a sobbing girl his cloak.
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Post by Horas on Nov 29, 2007 0:09:33 GMT -5
Ser Brandon chivalrously removes his own cloak to better cover the lady. "The Great Hall of the keep is no place for a lady in such delicate condition, good Lord," Brandon says. "I would recommend dreamwine and a soft bed, and perhaps the lady will be able to identify the rogue come morning when the terror has passed." Brandon bows deferentially. "Though that is for you to decide, my lord."
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Post by dienekes on Nov 29, 2007 0:11:52 GMT -5
"She hasn't spoken since she was found." Morax looked the Lord Lannister dead in the eyes. "You say youself that she is to be your relative then help me find whoever did this."
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Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 29, 2007 0:12:00 GMT -5
Randal turns to a servant, speaks for a moment, and then turns back. "Bed and dreamwine will be provided, as will my Maester, should she need them." Glancing at the crowd, Randal speaks in a low voice to Morax and a few others near him. "I also suggest we take this somewhere, how shall I say, less public."
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Hope you all are well and happy.