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Post by Percy Rivers on Aug 31, 2008 20:02:03 GMT -5
"Correct Frey....it's mine." Said a voice.
A thundering party of fifty men came riding in on horses, a direwolf at their heels. The man who had spoken rode up, his face and voice full of authority. Roose Stark circeld around the pale hunchback, staring him down with his stern features and eyes as grey as the bleakest northern shore. "To threaten a man with an army is not the best way to earn respect, nor the friendship of the north."
Turning to look at Olander Reed, Roose continued. "Now then Lord Reed, how best do we deal with such a man? You are the one to consult when sorrting out difficult situations with Freys."
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Post by Ollie on Aug 31, 2008 20:20:05 GMT -5
Yorlan Fenn coughed polietly. Being the castellan of Moat Cailin, it was my decision to make, but no matter...
Turning his attention from his liege lord to the wrteched looking Frey, Olander Reed frowned in distaste. "If he wants inside, it would be rude to deny him such," he said casually, gesturing to his purple-caped castellan. "Yorlan, you have done well, thank you. Would you be so kind as to escort our Master Frey and his men to their own priavte rooms? See that they wants not for company... A duty of guards will suffice."
The gates creak open and a contingent of spearmen prepare to escort the Frey, or apprehend him should he resist.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Aug 31, 2008 21:03:15 GMT -5
"Oh come on, it's not even my army..." he joked to Yorlan as he was escorted inside. "No hard feelings, I just happen to be an asshole... rough childhood, missing father, suicidal mother, health issues, I swear I'm not to blame for my actions. Hey, will they be serving goose?"
In his room, he wrote out a short letter to Lord Reed,
Lord Olander Reed,
I know that this event takes place shortly after the passing of your father. While I have little concept of paternity, I am fully aware of the grief of losing a parent. I hope you are graceful in your responsibilties and swift in you actions. I apologize for acting the jester before your fellow gentry, but as a bastard and freak, I am ill-suited to the role of gentleman. I am pleased to see Moat Cailin returned to its prime. When I was younger and considred by my family to be sent away to the Citadel as a means to hide their shame, I studied herbs not far from your Greywater Watch. With stubby legs and twisted back, I climbed up the Northern hole and sat in the Godswood before being chased off like a vagabond. However, do not inform Master Fenn of any sentimental feelings you read here. I have learned to at times enjoy my station in life.
Signed, Meraxes Frey
He passed the folded letter to a guard and decided to rest his body before the ceremony began.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Aug 31, 2008 22:08:22 GMT -5
Roose, Olander, and Edmure rode into the newly reinvigorated courtyard of Moat Cailen. Dismounting Roose handed the reins of his horse to a stablehand and then turned to Olander. "Well Lord Reed, it's time to show me what you've done with the North's southron shiled."
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Post by House Lefford on Aug 31, 2008 23:06:18 GMT -5
"I does look more impressive then ever cousin."said Edmure looking at the newly repaired curtain wall.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 1, 2008 0:07:14 GMT -5
Olander was practically beaming when they entered the courtyard, the expression only intensified when his lady wife appeared out of the Gatehouse Tower, a babe in her arms and two little toddlers clutching her skirts as they came to meet their father. The crannogman kissed his Lady Osha as he took his tiny daughter in his arms, his twin girl and boy clutching his legs fiercely.
"I made a home, milord," he chuckled, turning to Roose and Edmure and gesturing to the massive curtain walls behind them. "And made the homes of the North safe. These walls will forever hold what back what the ruins could not. From every foe, the North will hold strong."
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Post by House Lefford on Sept 1, 2008 0:19:54 GMT -5
"Indeed Olander, the north will be safe forever as long as northmen hold this keep, it truly is a marvel."
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Post by Ollie on Sept 1, 2008 14:49:19 GMT -5
Olander was nodding as one of his crannogmen kin scampered up and whispered a few words in his ears.
"Milord Roose? I do believe that the last of Lord Umber and his entourage have arrived. Perhaps we might gather the lords under the heart trees and speak a few words?"
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Post by Tytos on Sept 1, 2008 20:31:52 GMT -5
Pieter arrived at Moat Cailin with a small retinue of men.
"I am Lord Pieter Tully, and I have been invited to meet with the Lords here at Moat Cailin!" He shouted to the guards, as he approached the gate. He looked up at the giant basalt curtain wall and the towers to either side. This is a grand fortress they have built. I pity those who would try to take it.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 1, 2008 23:56:28 GMT -5
The guards were quick to open the gate for Lord Tully, and escorted he and his men inside. They were quick to find the lords Stark, Karstark, and Reed in discussion beneath the three heart trees of the courtyard. Olander turned to Pieter and gave a low nod. "Lord Tully, welcome. I hope you found the journey easy?"
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Post by House Lefford on Sept 2, 2008 0:19:08 GMT -5
"Lord Pieter." said Edmure dipping his head slightly. "It is good to finally meet you."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Sept 2, 2008 0:56:31 GMT -5
"Lord Tully, you honour the north with your presence here...one of your vassals turned up here a few hours back....a Frey I believe." Roose said, and turning to gesture to the great hall continued, "time for the damn speech....then the food....then home m'lords."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Sept 2, 2008 1:17:14 GMT -5
A horn was raised not far off in the north, looking curiously at Olander he said, "I thought you said all the guests have arrived."
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Post by Ollie on Sept 2, 2008 1:18:31 GMT -5
"Before we send for Master Frey, Lord Pieter, I would imagine that you would wish to know he spoke of some suspicious things. Burning the swamp, of all things, sailing into the north, and other business related to troops and armies," Olander informed Tully, his lips pursed.
"After speaking with him, he claims that it was in jest... or what in his mind he thinks is a jest. I have assigned him to a comfortable room, and have him under watch, just to be sure. I will take whatever actions you deem necessary, Lord Tully."
At the horn, the tiny crannogman cocked his head and turned to Roose. "I believe the have? Let us investigate, milord."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Sept 2, 2008 1:24:41 GMT -5
The two made their way up the battlements. When they reached the top Roose let out a low whistle. The rebuilt Moat Cailen dominated the causeway leading north. Three towers seemingly rising from the mist coming off the swampy ground. He could see archers patroling the two other towers, reinvigorated and ready should any attacker ever seek to make war in the north.
Taking his eyes off of the magnificent scene before him he looked to the north. After waiting for a minute or two a long stream of banners and horses came thundering down the causeway. In the mist a cloth direwolf ran over the heads of the horses, and another horn was blown. Roose peered closer, wondering who could be coming from Winterfell, and suddenly slapped a hand to his forehead. "In the name of the gods old and new!"
Without another word the Lord of Winterfell turned from the battlements, and ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time.
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Hope you all are well and happy.