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Post by Aerys on Apr 30, 2008 16:33:56 GMT -5
The woman is admitted into the Chamber of the Painted Table.
Prince Avery is sitting in the raised single chair in the room, studying a map of Westeros.
The Prince is flanked by two guards in full armor and fully armed.
Another two guards stand just inside the great oaken door entrance to the room.
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Post by House Dustin on May 7, 2008 23:26:38 GMT -5
A raven arrives at Dragonstone bearing the seal of the King's Hand.
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Post by Aerys on Jul 12, 2008 3:58:15 GMT -5
Upon his return, Ser Vortimer Rivers reported the goings on at Kings Landing to Lord Rhaegar Velaryon.
Rhaegar's face grew hard at the news.
"So my cousin Avery was right. It was as we suspected. Nothing more than a trap set by King Rickon the Treacherous."
He paused deep in thought, wrestling with his options. However despite his apparent indecision, he knew deep down what the ultimate decision would be. It had been clear from the outset and was now clearer still.
Having accepted what he must do, Rhaegar smiled at Ser Vortimer.
"Very well Ser Vortimer. Unfortunately the treachery of the King and his court has ultimately forced our hand, as distasteful and unncessary as it was. You know what to do."
Ser Vortimer knew. Despite his weathered and tanned visage, Rhaegar could visibly see him pale.
He reached out to grasp the man's hands, as if to give him comfort.
"All men must die." he said softly.
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Post by Aerys on Jul 12, 2008 23:09:11 GMT -5
The maester had come running, when the raven had arrived.
He bowed and handed the scrap of paper to Lord Velaryon. Rhaegar unfolded the missive and scanned it rapidly. The maester watched the young lord’s eyes flicker as he read it. The expression on his face did not change.
Rhaegar folded the paper.
Avery was condemned to death.
“Maester Cressen, have you paper and ink?”
“A scholar is never without them” answered the maester.
“Very well. I shall dictate.”, said Rhaegar.
While the maester spread out a small piece of parchment, opened his ink-horn and sharpened his pen, Rhaegar leant back with half closed eyes formulating his thoughts.
“Right” he said at last. “And now if you are ready good maester.”
The maester nodded, dipped his pen and waited. Rhaegar dictated the following.
“Rhaegar Velaryon Lord of Driftmark, castellan and regent of Dragonstone, to Rickon of House Baratheon.
We condemn the treacherous imprisonment of our lord Prince Avery Baratheon and his subsequent sentencing to death.
Upon the carrying out of this sentence or any other similar sentence that removes Prince Avery as Prince of Dragonstone and as such overlord of all the Lords of the Narrow Sea, I, Rhaegar Velaryon Lord of Driftmark and Regent of Dragonstone acting on behalf of the lords and nobles of Dragonstone, Driftmark, Claw Island and Sweetport Sound, will declare the oath of fealty owed to you, Rickon Baratheon by Dragonstone, Driftmark, Claw Island and Sweetport Sound irrevocably breached and sundered by your actions.
At that time, we shall also name you Rickon Baratheon as oathbreaker, kinslayer and murderer.
Only the restoration of Prince Avery Baratheon’s freedom and his return to the full honors and rights vested in the title of Prince of Dragonstone will see us yield Dragonstone peacefully. Even then, we shall only yield personally to the person of Prince Avery, subject to the provisions outlined above. Otherwise we shall resist you and your forces by holding Dragonstone against your rule until the last breath is driven from our bodies.
Written this day at Dragonstone in the year 525 AC.
Maester Cressen finished scratching Rhaegar’s last words and looked up pale.
“My lord this may be a veritable death sentence for you and for us all.”
Rhaegar looked back at him squarely.
“All men must die Cressen. And at least, if it comes to that, we shall die with honor, facing the dark like men and not craven cowards.
“Send it at once to Kings Landing.”
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jul 25, 2008 11:40:56 GMT -5
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Six men and a woman approach the keep they walk with a purpose, the men carry swords at their hips and crossbows on their back. The woman has a pair of smaller scabbards at her hips most likely a knife or some other small blade.
A larger man with short cropped black hair walks out in front he approaches the gate tentatively as he is afraid of being shot dead. His comrades stand a little further back.
"Hullo 'ere," he shouts keeping his hands away from his weapons. "I'se heard you were hirin' men who could fight."
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Post by Aerys on Jul 25, 2008 19:14:05 GMT -5
An armoured tall man with long blonde hair opened a grille in one of the huge iron gates and peered through.
"I am Ser Ameron Velaryon, castellan of Dragonstone. Who wants to know?"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jul 25, 2008 19:26:09 GMT -5
"Good day governor," the man bows then smiles his front teeth clearly missing.
"Mi names Baldric, and thes fine fellers and one woman o'er there be mi band."
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Post by Aerys on Jul 25, 2008 19:45:58 GMT -5
Ser Ameron Velaryon replied.
'Why are you here in Dragonstone when there's plenty of fighting and therefore employment on the mainland?"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jul 25, 2008 20:01:36 GMT -5
"Well. . ." Baldric thinks a long time before answering. "Well ya see to be 'onest wits ya ser, we's waz supposed to come 'ere and burn yer stores when the Arbor Fleet came to blockade ya but wit the recent happenings. . ." Baldric scratches at his head.
"Wells sers, I'se not be too confident of my employas chances so's, mi and mi men 'ere looking for someone wit well more chance of livin' and 'erefor being able to pays mi wages."
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Post by Aerys on Jul 25, 2008 20:13:04 GMT -5
Ser Ameron replied.
"More chance of living? We're rebels against the Crown. Why should you be trusted to serve us faithfully, given what you you've just told me?"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jul 25, 2008 20:17:49 GMT -5
"You sees sers. . . I don't serves no'bdy but the all mighty Dragon. . . you got Dragons then I'se serve you faithfully. Besides you'se want fighting men or a fucking wife, sell swords a'int the most noble of professions mi lord, ranked just abov' whores if yous asking mi."
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Post by Aerys on Jul 25, 2008 20:47:48 GMT -5
Ser Ameron beckoned to a captain behind him. He pointed out Baldric.
"Admit him. No weapons. The rest of his band stays outside. I want them covered by archers. If the big one tries anything, or I give the order, kill them all."
He spoke to Baldric.
"The Lord Rhaegar may want to see you. Divest yourself of all weapons and step inside. The rest of your band remains here for the moment."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jul 25, 2008 20:57:52 GMT -5
Baldric nodded, he expected no less. "Alls right mi lord," he says taking off his sword and crossbow and handing it to another smaller man. "Hold on to these fer mi Stutters," he says.
Baldric smiles his gappy toothed grin towards the captain, "I'd watch the lady, Captain," Baldric says chomping down with his teeth although it was not nearly as effective without the use of his front teeth, "she's a biter." He walked towards the Knight.
"If ya's need to strip search mi can ya do it in the kitchin? Its cold enuff to freeze the fucking tits off an Auroch." Baldric says before waiting for Ameron to give directions.
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Post by Aerys on Jul 25, 2008 21:05:18 GMT -5
Ameron and five or six guards escorted Baldric quickly to the Chamber of the Painted Table to meet with Lord Rhaegar.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2008 11:50:40 GMT -5
Lorenza Sands yawned, bored. She pulled out one of her daggers, gave the guards a special sort of smile, and began filing her nails.
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