Post by The Smith on Mar 24, 2008 17:44:24 GMT -5
Hendry watched as Dominic Bolton left the room. “Guards, seize him. Take him to the dungeons.” Hendry said to the two guards outside his door as they grabbed Dominic.
“Alliser, round up the other Boltons and put them all in the courtyard. I want to speak with them myself.” The guard nodded and ran off to gather more men and get the Boltons to the yard.
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Around 20 Boltons are now standing in the yard, all looking around at the men wearing the House Dustin sigil standing around them. They look up at Hendry, who is standing on the Gatehouse looking down at them.
“I have gathered you here to tell you that the Boltons are hereby stripped of all titles, lands, and holdings. The Dreadfort and all surrounding lands are hereby property of the new branch of House Dustin, and I, Lord Hendry Dustin.” Hendry said in a booming voice, carrying down to the people. The small crowd looked up in shock, stunned by what they had heard.
“What? We no longer rule the Dreadfort?” One exclaimed nervously.
“Yes, the Boltons no longer rule the Dreadfort or any other holdings or lands.” Hendry responded.
“What are we supposed to do?” An woman asked.
“You can do what you wish, so long as it does not involve disrupting the peace or the new Lord of the Dreadfort.” Hendry said to her. By now the crowd was getting rowdy and starting to break out into a riot.
“Rioting will only cause trouble for both you and me, although much more for you.” Hendry stated, as the crowd got rowdier and rowdier. Most of them were yelling, and some of the men had even started running at the guards.
“Guards, draw swords. Engage in only those that attack you.” Hendry stated simply, looking down at the Boltons like they were scum. The guards cut down several men, leaving the rest of the Boltons stunned and huddled together. They looked around at the near 100 guards standing around them, afraid. The 2,000 Bolton soldiers had long been excused from duty and marched out of the castle, and most allowed to return to there homes. Only about a hundred remained, enough to man the castle and do the regular duties. None dared step in, or even wanted to, they had been given enough gold to not care what happened to their former masters.
“Guards, take that man standing right there,” Hendry said, pointing at Maleagant, “and those women there.” He said again, this time pointing at Alyce, Amarei, Myriella, and Elaena Bolton. His sister Arya was already being held in a room in the castle, several guards around her to protect her from herself during her grief.
“Take the women to my sister Arya, and keep them in there. Put the man in my solar and keep him there until I can speak to him. Take the others to the dungeon.” He said, with no remorse. “There is much talk of what has happened down in those dungeons, and the Old Gods know they need to repent.” Around 10 Boltons were escorted out by guards, while the other 5 were escorted into the castle. Hendry smiled to himself. My plan is almost achieved, the Dreadfort is now mine in title, and the lands that come with it. All I need do now is to secure it by getting the smallfolk to support me.
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Hendry sat in what was now his solar, and looked at the Maester. “I am creating a second branch of House Dustin, which will rule the Dreadfort and the lands and men that accompany it. I am now Lord Hendry Dustin of House Dustin of the Dreadfort. Distribute a letter to all Lords of the North, telling them thus. However, do not send a letter to the Wall or to Lord Roose above the Wall. If he will leave his kingdom in the thralls of winter and take the army beyond the Wall to suffer and die, he should have no say in what happens.” Hendry stated disgustingly.
“Oh, and make sure to seal the letters with the new sigil. A chained flayed man.” He said, smiling.
Results:
4 female and 1 male Boltons are spared, while the rest are taken to the Dungeons and executed
Hendry Dustin claims to be Lord Hendry Dustin, and the Dreadfort and the surrounding lands are made into a second branch of House Dustin
The new sigil of the Dreadfort is a chained flayed man
“Alliser, round up the other Boltons and put them all in the courtyard. I want to speak with them myself.” The guard nodded and ran off to gather more men and get the Boltons to the yard.
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Around 20 Boltons are now standing in the yard, all looking around at the men wearing the House Dustin sigil standing around them. They look up at Hendry, who is standing on the Gatehouse looking down at them.
“I have gathered you here to tell you that the Boltons are hereby stripped of all titles, lands, and holdings. The Dreadfort and all surrounding lands are hereby property of the new branch of House Dustin, and I, Lord Hendry Dustin.” Hendry said in a booming voice, carrying down to the people. The small crowd looked up in shock, stunned by what they had heard.
“What? We no longer rule the Dreadfort?” One exclaimed nervously.
“Yes, the Boltons no longer rule the Dreadfort or any other holdings or lands.” Hendry responded.
“What are we supposed to do?” An woman asked.
“You can do what you wish, so long as it does not involve disrupting the peace or the new Lord of the Dreadfort.” Hendry said to her. By now the crowd was getting rowdy and starting to break out into a riot.
“Rioting will only cause trouble for both you and me, although much more for you.” Hendry stated, as the crowd got rowdier and rowdier. Most of them were yelling, and some of the men had even started running at the guards.
“Guards, draw swords. Engage in only those that attack you.” Hendry stated simply, looking down at the Boltons like they were scum. The guards cut down several men, leaving the rest of the Boltons stunned and huddled together. They looked around at the near 100 guards standing around them, afraid. The 2,000 Bolton soldiers had long been excused from duty and marched out of the castle, and most allowed to return to there homes. Only about a hundred remained, enough to man the castle and do the regular duties. None dared step in, or even wanted to, they had been given enough gold to not care what happened to their former masters.
“Guards, take that man standing right there,” Hendry said, pointing at Maleagant, “and those women there.” He said again, this time pointing at Alyce, Amarei, Myriella, and Elaena Bolton. His sister Arya was already being held in a room in the castle, several guards around her to protect her from herself during her grief.
“Take the women to my sister Arya, and keep them in there. Put the man in my solar and keep him there until I can speak to him. Take the others to the dungeon.” He said, with no remorse. “There is much talk of what has happened down in those dungeons, and the Old Gods know they need to repent.” Around 10 Boltons were escorted out by guards, while the other 5 were escorted into the castle. Hendry smiled to himself. My plan is almost achieved, the Dreadfort is now mine in title, and the lands that come with it. All I need do now is to secure it by getting the smallfolk to support me.
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Hendry sat in what was now his solar, and looked at the Maester. “I am creating a second branch of House Dustin, which will rule the Dreadfort and the lands and men that accompany it. I am now Lord Hendry Dustin of House Dustin of the Dreadfort. Distribute a letter to all Lords of the North, telling them thus. However, do not send a letter to the Wall or to Lord Roose above the Wall. If he will leave his kingdom in the thralls of winter and take the army beyond the Wall to suffer and die, he should have no say in what happens.” Hendry stated disgustingly.
“Oh, and make sure to seal the letters with the new sigil. A chained flayed man.” He said, smiling.
Results:
4 female and 1 male Boltons are spared, while the rest are taken to the Dungeons and executed
Hendry Dustin claims to be Lord Hendry Dustin, and the Dreadfort and the surrounding lands are made into a second branch of House Dustin
The new sigil of the Dreadfort is a chained flayed man