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Post by edricdayne on Apr 29, 2008 21:51:19 GMT -5
Lord Francis laughed for a second and coughed into his shoulder. "I wanted to do nothing more than talk. In these times friendship is a thing far too lacking, and I feel that I should be as much friends with my Lord Paramount as I am with my own men." Francis said, speaking much more casual and personal this time.
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Post by The Smith on Apr 29, 2008 21:53:11 GMT -5
"If you want to talk, then you want something from me." Pieter replied, "And I find I have enough Blackwood friends thank you."
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Post by edricdayne on Apr 30, 2008 7:22:56 GMT -5
Francis sighed and turned around. "In times like these a man needs to know his superiors are behind him, and needs to let his superiors know he is behind them. If you insist on not talking I will leave it to that." He said it all quietly, and turning back around.
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Post by The Smith on Apr 30, 2008 14:10:14 GMT -5
Tully waited expectantly. He had a feeling this man would not leave it at that.
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Post by edricdayne on Apr 30, 2008 16:49:16 GMT -5
Lord Francis sighed again, and looked at Lord Tully. "My Lord, I am here merely to tell you that Stone Hedge is behind you in all matters. No matter who the enemy."
"I am here to tell you that you are my Lord, and I will follow you wherever you lead."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 30, 2008 21:49:05 GMT -5
Tully nods, "As it should be Lord Blackwood."
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Post by edricdayne on Apr 30, 2008 21:57:40 GMT -5
Lord Francis shares Pieter's nod. "Yes, of course."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 30, 2008 22:00:24 GMT -5
Tully studied Blackwood silently, and smiles privately to himself.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 12, 2008 12:08:07 GMT -5
Ser Steffen Lannister, along with the subservient Ser Walter Sarsfield, Steffen's future wife Lysa Farman and two of Steffen's household guards, come to the crest of a hill, from which Riverrun is clearly visible for the first time on their journey. All look expectantly at Steffen, who simply drinks in the sight of his former home, grinding his teeth in thought. It is well over a decade since he was forced to flee an Ironborn attack. Since then, parts have been rebuilt, but it mostly looks the same as when he lived here.
Steffen sits astride his horse in silence for a while. He eyes the Tully banners flapping from the turrets with a mixture of sadness and contempt. The years he spent as Lord of Riverrun, with his own adapted Lion and Worm sigil flying above his seat, were undoubtedly the happiest of his life. He thinks of Princess Daena Targaryen, his former wife. He thinks of her beauty, and of their children, all murdered except for Alessa. He glances over his shoulder to a sullen looking Lysa and sighs. To be in my twenties once more.
The group eventually ride for the busy keep itself, requesting entry and refuge.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 12, 2008 12:24:15 GMT -5
The trout of Riverrun flaps on the breeze, as a crossbowmen look down from the tower.
"Whose that then?" One guard yelled to the other.
"It's a Lannister, probably some messenger."
"Why's his Lion got a cock on it?"
"I donno. Oi, courier!" The crossbowman shouted at the tiny group, "Why's your Banner have a Lion with a cock? whose sigil is that?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 12, 2008 12:37:05 GMT -5
Steffen does not look impressed.
"Clearly you have not been here long," he called up. "This is the sigil of the former Lord of Riverrun. I am Ser Steffen Lannister. My own men used to stand where you do now, so show a little fucking respect. Might I be able to gain entrance?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 12, 2008 12:43:39 GMT -5
"Been a lot of former lords of Riverrun, Cock-Lion! It don't mean fuck all to me. It's the Tully's once again, the way it bloody well should be." The man replies, huffily.
"Do you bring a message from the West? What's the situation?" Cries another man. "Me brother is with the army, did they meet the enemy yet?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 12, 2008 12:46:46 GMT -5
Steffen bristles at the first man's ignorance, but decides to play along.
"Yes, we bring word. The forces at the Golden Tooth have marched down the River Road for Deep Den. I cannot say whether or not they have yet met resistance."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 12, 2008 12:56:34 GMT -5
The two guards stare at each other awhile, before a sergeant appears, and slaps one of them on the back of the head.
"Go fetch the Castellan."
A long few minutes later, the gate is opened, and Steffen is met by a balding man in chain mail, and a Tully Surcoat.
"Ser Jykson Rivers, at your ser. What can we do for you?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 12, 2008 13:02:34 GMT -5
"We are all five of us refugees from the calamity that has hit Lannisport," Steffen began, gauging the man's reaction. On seeing that it was possibly unsympathetic, he effortlessly employed plan B. "And we are to deliver a message east from here. We ask simply for food, beds and protection for the meantime. Might you be able to provide us with this, Ser Jyckson?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.