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Post by The Stranger on Aug 7, 2008 15:02:16 GMT -5
Roland looked at Roose Stark, "We can start with that. I would accept the surrender of Lord Volmark for trial. He was the commander, the responsibility falls to him." As William enters the tent Roland scowls.
"Has the Stranger taken your good father Ser William?" He asks.
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Post by Tallahar on Aug 7, 2008 15:04:52 GMT -5
William only smiles, "No the Maiden has."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 7, 2008 15:06:23 GMT -5
Roland Scowls, "I sent for Lord Tyrell, Warden of the South, not his son. If you see your Lord father, tell him he is summoned for a command meeting. Good day Ser William."
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Post by Fel on Aug 7, 2008 15:09:09 GMT -5
Lord Alyn Corbray and his cousin Ser Hellman Corbray, moved through the camps speaking with the men and lifting their spirits in face of the grim, foreboding sight of Harrenhal.
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Post by Tallahar on Aug 7, 2008 15:15:15 GMT -5
William looks at Roland for a second then leaves.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Aug 7, 2008 15:15:27 GMT -5
Roose stared icly at William as he left the tent, "Volmark can't expect his entire army to follow him to his death, he knows they don't have a chance. And any death we give him will be more meriful than any of his men will give him should they rebel against him."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Aug 7, 2008 15:17:43 GMT -5
"Well have about that spar, cousin," Brandon said to Darien. He frowned as he saw Ser William leave the tent, but shrugged it off.
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Post by Flex on Aug 7, 2008 15:18:36 GMT -5
A bemused look on his face, Darien nodded. "I think it is about that time. Let us go."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 7, 2008 15:19:07 GMT -5
"Whether they will rebel against his authority is unclear. But the man is like to fight if he knows his only other option is death at a headsman's axe. He has a reputation for combat, after all. Perhaps if we assured him that no taint of treason would be adjudicated upon his family He do it for their inheritance."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Aug 7, 2008 16:49:42 GMT -5
"Was that really necesarry?" Brandon groaned as he woke up.
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Post by Flex on Aug 7, 2008 16:51:37 GMT -5
Darien smiled down at his cousin. "I'm sorry about that, Brandon. At least it's not my complaining about boredom that'll give you a headache." He handed his cousin a bottle of wine that was already open.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Aug 7, 2008 16:53:10 GMT -5
Brandon closed his eyes for a moment, then drank from the wine. "It would have been less painfull, though, but only just".
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Post by Flex on Aug 7, 2008 16:55:22 GMT -5
Darien chuckled quietly and sat next to Brandon. "So, has your thirst for a fight quickened, or do you still hope for a parlay?" He asked, jestingly.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Aug 7, 2008 16:57:10 GMT -5
"Since I wouldn't feel a sword disembowling me at the moment, I could care less, cousin," Brandon answered still rubbing his temples.
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Post by Fel on Aug 7, 2008 16:59:56 GMT -5
Lord Alyn saw the fight and approached. "Well fought, Lord Darien, but I would expect nothing less from the man who saved the king. Might I try myself against you, in the hopes of learning a thing or two?" he asked formally.
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Hope you all are well and happy.