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Post by Sam on Jan 20, 2009 19:51:49 GMT -5
Lord Samuel sat at the bar, drinking and ale and chatting amiably with one of the old reavers seated there, and when he saw the Lord of the West come back downstairs, he headed up to Lord Harlaw's office. "Greetings, Lord Qhored, I hope you are well. Or, at least, as well as one can be in this forsaken hole."
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Post by Fel on Jan 21, 2009 2:22:22 GMT -5
Tyberion makes his way upstairs, nodding to Qhored as he sits down in his office. "Lord Harlaw. I would inquire as to your well-being, but I trust you're as bored and annoyed as the rest of us, cooped up in the city?" Qhored Harlaw turned away from the window where he looked out to sea when Tyberion entered. "Lord Lannister, take a seat," he said flatly, once the man had already sat down. He himself took a seat facing Tyberion, then looked at the man piercingly through his grey, gaunt eyes. "This city is without a single redeeming feature," he said, his annoyance with his situation showing. Looking back out the window, "if I it were mine I would burn it to the ground and be done with it." "What is it you want?" ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Lord Samuel sat at the bar, drinking and ale and chatting amiably with one of the old reavers seated there, and when he saw the Lord of the West come back downstairs, he headed up to Lord Harlaw's office. "Greetings, Lord Qhored, I hope you are well. Or, at least, as well as one can be in this forsaken hole." Qhored nodded to Samuel as he entered, "Tarly, get to the point of your visit quickly." Qhored rarely got greenlander visitors, and two in quick succession had driven him to extreme irritation. |
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Post by Erik on Jan 21, 2009 2:44:59 GMT -5
"My keep, my land, Bealor Dawnrose's head on a pike," Tyberion lists the things off on his fingers, "But none of those are really your concern. I should begin by saying that my proposition carries with it no implications of treason or rebellion, merely precautions in case of tumultuous times. Fair?"
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Post by Fel on Jan 21, 2009 2:59:47 GMT -5
Qhored nodded in a deliberate fashion, then opened his hands in invitation for Tyberion to speak more.
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Post by Erik on Jan 21, 2009 3:12:27 GMT -5
"Right. Rodrick, as we know, is...of a mercurial temperament. It may happen that others may once again seek to remove him from the throne, or perhaps something should happen to him, and chaos would erupt...the scenario does not matter. At any rate, should the Seven Kingdoms find themselves at war with each other, I would not have us at each other's throats. We are neighbors, I have no quarrel with you, and to my knowledge you have none with me. The armies of the West are the best equipped and trained in Westeros, as is your fleet. I suppose that what I am proposing is something of an informal alliance...a gentleman's agreement. Your thoughts?"
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Post by Fel on Jan 21, 2009 3:32:31 GMT -5
Qhored seemed to consider the offer for awhile before speaking.
"Yes, the might of Casterly Rock and Pyke together would make a powerful force, there is no doubt of that," he said with interest.
"This agreement is acceptable to me. And I suggest we watch for each other's interests while in the city. We are family, after all, you are Wulf's brother," he said with a smile that couldn't help but look sinister considering the man's appearance, but it did not look deceitful.
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Post by Erik on Jan 21, 2009 14:37:40 GMT -5
"Of course. You'll be the first to hear of any interesting news that comes to me." Tyberion replies, rising from his seat and sticking out his hand.
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Post by Fel on Jan 21, 2009 14:48:45 GMT -5
"Likewise," said Qhored standing and shaking Tyberion's hand.
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Post by Erik on Jan 21, 2009 15:08:18 GMT -5
Tyberion smiles and turns to leave the room. He stops, saying, "Oh, I was curious. How are matters on the Shields? Any more attempts by the Reachmen to have them returned?"
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Post by Sam on Jan 21, 2009 15:47:45 GMT -5
"Fair enough. I want to buy one of the Shield Islands. Southshield, specifically. I do not trust Lord Oakheart by any means and I would like to establish a position from which the Reach might strike at the Mander by sea, should any conflict arise with them in the future," Samuel said.
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Post by Fel on Jan 21, 2009 18:05:02 GMT -5
Tyberion smiles and turns to leave the room. He stops, saying, "Oh, I was curious. How are matters on the Shields? Any more attempts by the Reachmen to have them returned?" "None, no threats, no appeals to the king. Only a Reachman would abandon his lands without a fight," he said with disgust. "Fair enough. I want to buy one of the Shield Islands. Southshield, specifically. I do not trust Lord Oakheart by any means and I would like to establish a position from which the Reach might strike at the Mander by sea, should any conflict arise with them in the future," Samuel said. Qhored laughed dryly. "Amusing. And what do you propose to offer in exchange? Do not insult me with promises of gold." |
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Post by Erik on Jan 21, 2009 20:44:14 GMT -5
"Aye, pack of fucking cowards, that lot. See you at court, I'll send Tarly on up."
Tyberion heads back downstairs to the bar to finish his ale.
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Post by Sam on Jan 21, 2009 22:35:33 GMT -5
"Well besides gold I imagine there is little I could offer you that would desire. There is, of course, the usual offer of trading rights and lessened taxes on trade in Oldtown, although perhaps an oath of vengeance might be more valuable," Samuel said carefully. He paused for a moment, and then continued. "I would imagine that you are not pleased that your relatives in Dorne have been blatantly murdered and deposed by the Horas Martell, whose punishment will be to marry a princess. I had assumed that you would be seeking retribution against the snakes in the future and I would offer the aid and support of the Reach toward that goal."
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Post by Fel on Jan 21, 2009 23:35:01 GMT -5
"And for this I would give the Arbor fleet a base in the Sunset Sea?" Qhored snorted derisively. "You can go now, Tarly."
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Post by Sam on Jan 22, 2009 0:00:41 GMT -5
He shrugged and left.
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Hope you all are well and happy.