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Post by Tallahar on Sept 28, 2008 5:00:43 GMT -5
"You would dare insult me with such an idea Ser Rowan. I wish to speak with girl alone so she may feel more at peace. Do not make me order you again."
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Post by The Drowned God on Sept 28, 2008 5:14:43 GMT -5
Harold was about to answer when a commotion could be heard from out in the courtyard. Grabbing his daughter my the arm, he half dragged her out to see what the source of the noise was.
A group of men bearing the golden tree of the Rowans had rode in, and with them was a man hog-tied over a horse. They cut the man lose and he fell to the ground.
The lead man hooped, and called out to Ser Harold, "we got him, Ser, we got the raper!"
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 28, 2008 5:22:00 GMT -5
Tallahar followed and looked down at the man that had been tied to see if it was his cousin Marq.
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Post by The Drowned God on Sept 28, 2008 6:04:43 GMT -5
It was unmistakeably Marq Tyrell, or at least Marq Tyrell after a few beatings.
Marq got to his knees and looked up at the men around him, his eyes settled on Tallahar. "Come to kill me, have you, Tallahar?" he shouted out hoarsely, rubbing dust from his eyes. He stretched his neck, "here, let me take the measurement for you, it's a long neck, I find, shouldn't be hard to hit, even for you."
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 28, 2008 13:29:55 GMT -5
Tallahar looked down at the young Tyrell, "Marq you have two choices. Face these claims of rape or go to the Wall."
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Post by Fel on Sept 28, 2008 14:55:49 GMT -5
((Marq's not that young anymore, he's liek early twenties))
Marq coughed, "I didn't fucking rape Lucie, and she fucking knows it. Seven save me from women and their fucking cunts! But if you're gonna cut my head off at least fetch me a good vintage first, I am fucking parched"
"Quiet your lying mouth, raper, you were found in her bed!" Ser Harold shouted at him, with clenched wrists.
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 28, 2008 15:17:40 GMT -5
"I don't care Marq. Now those are your choices. The Wall or trial."
OOC: To Tallahar there all young.
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Post by The Drowned God on Sept 28, 2008 18:11:52 GMT -5
((Huh, logging in as Alyn was unintentional there.))
"Well those are some choices. I don't have much chance at justice with you, you've always been against me." Marq glared at Tallahar, wondering if the man even remembered how he had turned on Marq at the Duskendale Tourney.
Marq sighed and rubbed his throat, "some fucking wine, please, before I decide my fate. These men had failed to give me anything to quench my thirst since yesterday."
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 28, 2008 18:49:37 GMT -5
"Against you boy. You turned the whole world against yourself when you became a drunk. You'll make the choice with a clear head I don't want you slurring your words before Ser Rowan."
Tallahar takes a water skin from one of his men, "Thats all you'll get."
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Post by The Drowned God on Sept 28, 2008 19:56:31 GMT -5
"Well isn't that a fucking pronouncement," Marq said, grabbing the skin and gulping down some water, "I seem to recall the order of things being very much reversed, though."
He looked at Lucie, then back at Tallahar. "Give me a fucking trial then. And fuck the lot of you."
One of the Rowan men back-handedMarq in response, sending him to the ground.
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 28, 2008 20:19:41 GMT -5
"Thank you for that Ser." Tallahar nodded to two of his guards, "Take Ser Marq to our horses and tell Captain Flowers that were leaving soon." The two men nod and leave with Marq still in chains.
"Ser Harold I would ask you to come to Highgarden for the trial of Ser Marq. That boy is no longer a Tyrell."
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Post by The Drowned God on Sept 29, 2008 3:45:55 GMT -5
Ser Harold seemed pleased with that statement. "Yes, of course I will come for the trial. I will make preparations."
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 29, 2008 3:53:43 GMT -5
Tallahar nodded, "See you soon. I will be returning with Marq now." Tallahar started to leave.
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Post by The Drowned God on Sept 29, 2008 3:57:50 GMT -5
Ser Harold nodded.
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