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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Dec 22, 2007 18:25:58 GMT -5
Lord Jackson chuckles gruffly.
"I'm glad you like it."
Ser Oliver butts in. "Can I have a quick word?"
He hands his father the letter and the two discuss its contents.
"I'll leave for Brightwater Keep on the morrow," Ser Oliver concludes.
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 22, 2007 21:11:56 GMT -5
Jaehaerys frowns. "If you insist, M'Lord. I think war is a silly game played by Nobles, myself. I'd prefer you stay out of it."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Dec 22, 2007 21:44:45 GMT -5
Ser Oliver looks at Maester Jaehaerys quizically.
"Yes, well, thank you Maester Jaehaerys, thank you for your opinion," he says with forced politeness. He and his father exchange a look. "Right then. That is all for now. Take some time to settle in here. Get to know the castle and its residents - or even perhaps rest a little - no doubt you are tired from your journey. It is doubtful that I shall see you again for a while, so I will bid you farewell now and wish you good luck here."
With that, Ser Oliver bows and returns to the main tower.
He leaves for Brightwater Keep with a small guard of trusted men the following morning.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Dec 27, 2007 14:08:41 GMT -5
//////////////////////////////////////////////////// March 519
Lord Jackson Bulwer lies abed with a fever, tended to with some skill by Maester Jaehaerys.
On receiving word of the conclave occuring in Oldtown, Lord Bulwer decides to send his son in his place, owing to his poor health. Ser Oliver had experience of working with the other banner lords to Lord Hightower, so would acquit himself well.
He wrote a letter to the same effect, sending it by raven to Ser Oliver, currently serving Lord Irwyn as adjutant at Brightwater Keep.
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 27, 2007 15:35:01 GMT -5
Jaehaerys brought in some dreamwine. "Here, Lord Bulwer. Drink this, it will help to subside the fever." Jaehaerys smiled. "It is too bad you cannot go to the Conclave. I'll have to dispatch a raven to your son so he can go in your stead." OOC: You did a no-no. That was god-modding ![:P](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/tongue.png) Next time PM me and I'll post that up
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Post by loremaster on Jan 10, 2008 13:25:41 GMT -5
A raven arrives for Lord Jackson Bulwer...
Dear Lord Bulwer,
Though our paths have never crossed, it is my firm desire that our two houses form a union. Viewing my map one late night, I realized the great potential inherent in your land. Blackcrown rests on a clearly advantageous area, perfect for forming a good trade environment. I think that with proper care, the Bulwer name could become a great house in time, perhaps rivaling their Hightower neighbors. If you would be willing to loan me the estate surrounding the keep, I would direct my resources to create a port where merchants and travelers may stop to rest their heads and feet without the uncomfortable glare of maesters. I do not intend to circumvent your authority over your own subjects, quite the oppositeā¦ all residents will remain under your law and I shall not do business inside the keep itself. You will remain sovereign of Blackcrown in reality and name. I merely wish to borrow the property and start a new trading future in the area.
Your Sincerest Ally, Lord Walder Frey
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jan 10, 2008 13:34:13 GMT -5
Lord Jackson reads, and then rereads the letter with a considerable amount of interest. He sits still in his chair for a while, before summoning Maester Jaehaerys to discuss this (potentially massive) proposal.
Blackcrown, a major port. Lord Jackson thinks to himself. Ran by House Bulwer.
He can't help but smile.
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Post by edricdayne on Jan 12, 2008 12:47:05 GMT -5
Maester Jaehaerys appears in the doorway and bows. "You called for me, Lord Jackson?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jan 12, 2008 13:45:16 GMT -5
Lord Jackson says nothing at first, simply handing Jaehaerys the letter and allowing him to read it.
"What do you think to this Maester? I'd like your advice. Is it a good plan, or one doomed to fail? Obviously it's an attractive offer..." He looks inquisitively at his adviser, ready to hang on his every word.
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Post by The Flint on Jan 13, 2008 15:59:55 GMT -5
ooc: Lorn, the maester is one of Tytos Blackwood's npc. ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png)
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jan 13, 2008 16:08:04 GMT -5
"Yes, I agree, one has to doubt his motives - yet this is Lord Frey, well-known for never taking sides in conflict. It is intriguing to say the least. Alas, the letter is relatively brief. I fear we must invite this Lord Frey or a representative of his to speak with us further here at Blackcrown and outline the plan in more detail." He sighs.
"I have my reservations about this - I doubt the plan's viability. But - if dear Walder can convince me of why this plan might work and that it will indeed be of great benefit to our house, well, then it might just be impossible to refuse."
Lord Jackson composes a letter to Lord Frey, it is sent by raven later that day.
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Post by edricdayne on Jan 13, 2008 18:41:59 GMT -5
OOC: I see Lorn has deleted his post, but we can go ahead and say I said what Lorn said.
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Post by loremaster on Jan 13, 2008 21:14:25 GMT -5
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Lord Walder Frey arrives one morning, though this is clearly not THE Walder Frey. but one of his many relatives named Walder. Whereas Goldfinger is known for being quite short and immaculate, this lord was a broad-shouldered giant with a potbelly and a long braided beard. His small seeing glasses seemed almost out of place on his brutish features, until a soft voice informed a Bulwer servant that he was a representative of the Lord of the Crossing and hoped to make the acquaintance of Lord Bulwer.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jan 13, 2008 21:19:21 GMT -5
Lord Jackson bundles his way out into the yard's cool morning air to meet the representative.
"I am Lord Jackson, the head of Blackcrown and it's estates. Well met ser" he says, bowing.
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Post by loremaster on Jan 13, 2008 21:27:47 GMT -5
He somehow managed to bow, as though his gut were only made of air. "Indeed, ser, it is good to be greeted so. I had feared I would be turned away once you realized I was not my cousin." He laughed, a surprising effeminate sound. "Dear me, but i must apologize first and explain my Lord's absence... it appears the Braavosi are tampering with Westerosi economics and Lord Goldfinger has broken his first rule by defending our independance against the puppet Andry. I am told it will be a short battle and we'll return to business as usual soon enough." He bowed again, holding it a little longer this time. It was like watching an elephant twist itself into a pretzel. "Until then, ser, I shall be YOUR Walder Frey."
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