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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Mar 24, 2008 15:16:02 GMT -5
Oliver beamed. "Thank you my lord. I shall instruct him to serve you to the utmost of his ability. You shall not regret it. He is at Blackcrown at present along with my wife Marianne and my other two children. I shall send a couple of my own men to escort him back here to Horn Hill. If we march before then, so be it, he can await you here in safety. lf not, he can accompany you and aid you throughout these incoming turbulent times. Once again, I thank you and bid you farewell until the morrow."
Oliver left with a spring in his step, satisfied in having done the best he could do for his family. 'For you, father,' he thinks to himself as he goes.
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Post by Horas on Mar 24, 2008 16:52:47 GMT -5
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The Blackwood messenger bows slightly to Lord Alexander. "Lord Irwyn," he says formally, "Lord Blackwood will not be granting your request. Not only are its implications insulting, only you would abide by the result, and war would not be averted. Nonetheless, Lord Horas respects your resolve and wishes to give you one more chance to recognize his rule."
The messenger waits for a response.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Mar 24, 2008 22:09:09 GMT -5
"Lord Blackwood leaves me with no choice then, I must support the King. I will not sellout my honor for quick political advancement. I respect Lord Horas and thought he would have made an excellent Lord Regent but I cannot support a man who will snatch power at the first opportunity. The others might be cowards, but we will not dip our banners to a selfish tyrant. The Regency is a temporary post and I have no confidence that Lord Blackwood would relinquish the position when the King came of age."
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Post by Horas on Mar 24, 2008 23:20:13 GMT -5
The Blackwood man does not appear remotely surprised by the response. "Did you know, Lord Irwyn, that Lord Regent Horas is a general of a sort as well?" The man speaks quietly, to Alexander alone. "He would not kill 40,000 if he could kill one instead. To the lords of Westeros, Lady Irwyn will simply disappear. But you, Lord Irwyn... you will know your refusal has doomed your wife to death by slow torture. This is your final chance, Lord Irwyn... is your precious honor worth this cost?"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Mar 24, 2008 23:32:17 GMT -5
Alexander stands, his teeth flashing in a snarl. "Horas Blackwood is a coward and a traitor, if he touches a hair on Dacey's head they he will have to deal with more then my army. Now get the fuck out of my camp before I send your head back to your master in a fucking box, and if I ever see your ugly face again I will rip your limbs off and beat you with your own arms until you die."
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Post by Horas on Mar 24, 2008 23:47:18 GMT -5
The emissary steps back, fear flashing momentarily across his face at the Reachlord's rage. "Your anger will solve nothing," he says, regaining his composure. "There is only one way to stay Lord Blackwood's hand."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Mar 25, 2008 0:15:59 GMT -5
"I said get the fuck out! Leave or, the next time I will ask with my axe. You do not come into the Far Reach and threaten our women and children. These negotiations are over, I provided my suggestion for securing peace and Lord Blackwood was insulted. I now have no choice but to sacrifice my life and the life of my wife and family and the men of this land. I would gladly die then serve that black hearted son of a cur."
Guards come and escort the embissary away.
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Post by Horas on Mar 25, 2008 0:18:38 GMT -5
He does not resist, and leaves.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Mar 25, 2008 0:28:56 GMT -5
///// Alexander doubles his security detail to forty men and increases patrols within the camp. Camp followers that are not familiar from the last campaign are removed from camp and new ones are forbidden from joining the camp unless undergoing an interrorgation. Patrols at all the Holdfasts along the Rose Road are sent to interrorgate suspcicious travelers.
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Post by Tallahar on Mar 25, 2008 0:37:07 GMT -5
A man wearing the Dawnrose colours rides up to the camp.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Mar 25, 2008 0:48:08 GMT -5
The Tyrell messenger is allowed entry after a thorough search produces nothing dangerous.
Alexander is looking very pissed off he looks up when the messenger approaches. "The Father only knows what you have to say to help cheer me up," he says facetiously.
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Post by Tallahar on Mar 25, 2008 0:57:36 GMT -5
The man bows, "I have come to talk to a 'Follow Reachman'" The man smiles at Alex to see if he understands.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Mar 25, 2008 1:07:31 GMT -5
Alexander nods, "although we are on opposite sides of the battle field, your Lords have already declared for Horas and I nearly sent Horas' embissary's head back in a box. So please out with your proposal. I do not have much time I am planning my own funeral."
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Post by Tallahar on Mar 25, 2008 1:09:10 GMT -5
"I have received a message from Lord Tallahar Tyrell. A truce shall be established between our to regions."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Mar 25, 2008 1:18:27 GMT -5
"I didn't realize we are at War? Unfortunately, the situation is dire, since your Lord's rejected my offer to restore the King to the throne and decided to support Horas then I have no choice but to treat you as a potential enemy. If I march my army, the Tyrells will simply fall on my undefended homelands. If I stay put to protect from your assault then I risk having the Dornish, your forces and the Stormlanders overpower me. I do not want war with the Mander, you are my brothers and cousins, but if you intend to sit idle while Horas Blackwood and his Dornish Snake Wife tramples on justice then I do not see any truce lasting long."
"However, what terms are you seeking?" Alexander asks knowing better.
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