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Post by The Smith on Sept 4, 2008 22:56:17 GMT -5
Shortly after the speech several take ill, including Lord Stark. Lord Stark is whisked away to his chambers by his guards, as others begin vomiting and shaking. Some die, but others are dragged away ill. There is chaos as men thunder about, and woman scream.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 4, 2008 23:24:01 GMT -5
Olander rose to his feet, his eyes glinting with a rage that was quick to be replaced by something else. Sinking to his knees, he felt a burning churn within his gut. "No..." he whispered, clutching his fiery throat.
"No!" Olander managed to shout again as the vomit roiled up in his mouth. Bending over, the crannogman began retching to the floor between desperate gasps to speak. "Nnngh... No! Guards! Th- hhrnnk... The Frey! Get the Frey!"
Between the chaos, several crannogmen hear their lord's command, and sprint to the cell of Meraxes Frey. The twin children of Olander Reed wail woefully, while his youngest daughter peers about with silent fear. Lady Osha kneels next to her husband to offer what little help she can.
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Post by Tytos on Sept 4, 2008 23:38:02 GMT -5
Pieter suddenly becomes aware that many people around the room are becoming violently ill, and stands up as Olander does. "Lord Reed!" The exclamation leaves his mouth as the crannogman falls to his knees, wretching. Pieter stands there, not knowing what to do, until he hears Olander sputter out "Get the Frey!" as coherently as he could while wretching.
"Meraxes?!" Pieter yelled out, more to himself than anything. But.. What motive would he have? Thoughts bounced around in Pieter's mind for several moments, before he realized that he needed to do something.
"I'll go get the Maester!" He yelled out, although most of the Northmen couldn't hear him. He ran out of the hall, towards where he recalled a Crannogman saying the Maester was lodged. For the moment his mind was fixed on the task at hand.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 4, 2008 23:47:30 GMT -5
"There ain't no fucking maester here!" Yorlan Fenn bellowed, the worst of the effects of the poison fading from him. It was true. Just like Greywater Watch, the Archmaesters of the Citadel in Oldtown had never assigned a maester to Moat Cailin, or anywhere else in the Neck for that matter.
Olander climbed shakily to his feet, supported by his lady wife. "I want this castle closed!" he shouted to his crannogmen. "Not a man in, not a man out! Double the watch, and get a duty of men to guard the Lord Stark!"
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Post by Tytos on Sept 4, 2008 23:54:39 GMT -5
Pieter stopped dead, mulling it over in the middle of the chaos. Dammit, I must have gotten mixed up. Pieter's mission now void, he stood motionless, listening to Olander's orders. His mind snapped back to Meraxes.
"Lord Reed, I'm going to speak with Meraxes. If he did it I will squeeze the information out of him." Pieter said bitterly, as he turned to run up to Meraxes' cell.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Sept 5, 2008 2:12:09 GMT -5
Roose felt himself go delerious as his vision went cloudy. The last thing he saw was his wife with her father standing in the crowd. Tyla had refrained from taking the food, eating only the meat perscribed by her father to "make her milk stronger, make baby stronger". Why Gariss had not collapsed was not immediately evident, but the man was known to have an iron constitution.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 5, 2008 13:46:55 GMT -5
It took effort, but the majority of the poisoned northerners were seen healthy, or as healthy as one could be after a poisoning. Herbwives came and went, offering herbal tinctures for the pain and weakness while the crannogmen guards kept constant watch over Moat Cailin, watching for suspicious activities. The body of Lord Malegant Bolton along with those of the others killed were taken and treated to see them to their homes and prevent rot.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 5, 2008 23:29:28 GMT -5
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In the wake of Roose Stark's death, Olander Reed, as the lord of Moat Cailin, calls an immediate council of the Northern lords. Thankfully, the lords in attendance for the feast were still present, either awaiting word of the liege lord, or recovering from their own illnesses, not to mention that the gates of Moat Cailin were still remaining closed until the poisoner was discovered.
The tables were arranged in the great hall to seat each lord. Lady Tyla and the newly named Lord Stark, Garris the Pup were in attendance as well, heavily guarded by a collection of Stark and Reed guardsmen. Slowly, the northern lords began to trickle in, grim faced and crestfallen.
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Post by House Lefford on Sept 5, 2008 23:50:48 GMT -5
Edmure was one of the first to arrive sitting down near the head of the table near Olander, he gives a quick glance full of hate across to the stoneborn savage who was Lord Starks wife. leaning over to Olander, Edmure quietly whispers "My lord Reed perhaps after this council is over I could have a private word with you."
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Post by Ollie on Sept 6, 2008 2:37:49 GMT -5
Olander stared forward with dead eyes, dark circles emphasizing the already grim look. For a moment, it appears as though he had not heard Lord Karstark, but eventually a tiny nod of his head indicated otherwise. As the final few lords arrive, Olander Reed licks his lips, and stands.
"Lords of the North," he addressed them, in a slight voice, a heavy voice. "I will confirm for you the rumors now. Our liege lord, a noble man of the north, my friend, has died. I say again, Roose Stark is dead, succumbing to the vile poison coursing in his veins. I am assured it was a peaceful death, a quiet passing in his sleep, but that does not excuse the horrors he witnessed here in his final days."
"I..." Olander's voice faltered for the briefest of moments, but returned, stronger. "I am to blame for his death. I've prayed that there was more I could have done to prevent it, to prevent this tragedy, but the Old Gods willed it otherwise. They have deemed it fit to take our lord from us, but I will do everything in my power to ensure his son is safe," the crannogman vowed, gesturing to the infant Gariss Stark nearby in his mother's arms.
"The North cannot suffer such a blow, not now, not when we are so close to regaining our honor, our strength. There must always be a Stark in Winterfell, just as a Stark must always rule the North. Gariss Stark must be raised as a strong son of the North!" the crannoglord shouted.
Olander's eyes roved across the audience of lords: Lord Burley and his two sons; little Lord Manderly and Lord Dustin, nearest to the Neck; his lady wife's mother and father, Lady Cerwyn and Lord Umber; his own cousin-in-law, Lord Karstark; Lord's Ryswell and Glover, with whom his own men had been stationed with during the war; Lady Tyla, his late lord's own lady wife, and the lady mother of young Gariss. Olander Reed had been planning this moment for more than three years, and with his jaw clenched, he awaited their voices.
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Post by House Lefford on Sept 6, 2008 3:22:08 GMT -5
Edmure listened to Olander's words thoughtfully. "Indeed we must have unity Lord Reed, we need a strong lord to guide the young lord Stark to be a true Northman, I can think of no man better then you Lord Reed, you are the truest and most loyal man here and you can show Gariss how to be the lord of the North."
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Post by Ollie on Sept 6, 2008 3:33:19 GMT -5
One.
Pypar had played her part well. How many more lords would follow?
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2008 11:08:43 GMT -5
Lord Dustin stood. Followed by Glover, and Tyla.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 6, 2008 13:26:54 GMT -5
Two, three, four.
What about little Lord Manderly, whose father's killer he had brought to justice, whose city had had cleared of agents of the red priest, and whose land he had given back after Roose Stark granted it away unwittingly? What about Lord Umber, his lady wife's father, to whom he had proven his strength, and Lady Cerwyn, to whom he had proven he was a capable and goodly husband? What about Lord Burley, the old blood of the north, the man he had spoken with ages ago, who had listened to greendreams concerning this day? Where were their voices?
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Post by Ollie on Sept 7, 2008 0:58:49 GMT -5
Olander seemed to emerge from a daze. His mossy green eyes flickered briefly, and turned to Edmure. "Thank you for your words, Lord Karstark. Roose Stark was more than my liege lord; he was my friend. More than anything I know Roose would want to see his son raised to be a strong lord, good, noble, and just. He would want him to honor our gods, to honor our ancient past, to honor the great Houses of the North... Roose Stark trusted in me, as his lady wife amongst others can attest to. I was his confidante, his advisor, his most trusted friend. Gariss Stark needs to be raised as a strong lord... If none disagree, would that the lord be me."
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Hope you all are well and happy.