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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 20, 2008 10:18:36 GMT -5
Wencel smiled thinly "Yes indeed, I am Lord Fowler and your father killed my uncle, amongst many others. I do hope you're not here to carry on the family tradition?" his hand drifted towards his own swordhilt "Lord Wencel, I would remind you that Alexander Irwyn did not begin the war in which your uncle was killed," Ser Mychel said. He had seen the possible danger of an Irwyn and Fowler getting too close close, and had begun striding over to them when he noticed a reachman walk into one of Fowler's subordinates. "And this is hardly the place to resurrect old hatreds," he added. Loren sighed thankful that the Lord Commander had interceded, though he did not think that the situation would erupt into violence. "Many died on both sides, Lord Fowler and from Aemon Webber's account of the Battle of Hellholt it was one of the few honorable moments in the entire war. Your Uncle and my Father were soldiers and they both fought honorably despite the sands running red with blood," Loren shifted uncomfortably. "My father respected the people and culture of Dorne, as do I, so I see no reason to open past wounds," Loren spoke plainly keeping his hand far away from the hand axe by his side. |
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Post by Tallahar on Oct 20, 2008 13:42:27 GMT -5
As Kebra easily out shot the Kingsguard he turned to the man and bowed, "You were a fine shot Ser."
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Post by Tytos on Oct 20, 2008 15:56:26 GMT -5
"True, but as Master of Laws I thought that was one you may have been privy to" Wencel grinned "It does not matter much in truth. Perhaps Rodrick just locked him up for being a sanctimonious bore. It certainly encourages Lord Dondarrion to perform well, as a former Hand is rotting in jail for displeasing a...what some would say was a 'kinder' King, though I dare say Lord Roland would dispute that" he smiled in amusement. "So who do you think will do well in this tourney then? I confess to being surprised that not many of Rodrick's favourites have joined yet, or the King himself. He strikes me as the sort to take part. One of the many reasons I will not, save for a spot of archery and that is more to keep boredom at bay for the most part. How about a small wager for the Joust, Lord Tully? We shall see who else signs up of course, but I feel that it will belong to one of the Twelve. I may even plump for a countryman such as the Panther for the laurels" "There are some things that even the closest to the King aren't told, which means it is all the more secret and dire. Whatever the reason, Roland is not like to see the light of day again." Pieter stated quietly. "I also have signed up for the Archery, I though it would be uncouth of the Master of Laws to compete in a more raucous event." He just finished his sentence when Lord Loren Irwyn approached. "Hello, Lord Irwyn." He stated cordially, trying to avoid the conflict. "Feuds do little but create chaos, Lord Fowler, I pray you understand that. I have learned first hand what a feud between Houses can do." |
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Post by wookie on Oct 20, 2008 17:23:47 GMT -5
"Lord Wencel, I would remind you that Alexander Irwyn did not begin the war in which your uncle was killed," Ser Mychel said. He had seen the possible danger of an Irwyn and Fowler getting too close close, and had begun striding over to them when he noticed a reachman walk into one of Fowler's subordinates. "And this is hardly the place to resurrect old hatreds," he added. Loren sighed thankful that the Lord Commander had interceded, though he did not think that the situation would erupt into violence. "Many died on both sides, Lord Fowler and from Aemon Webber's account of the Battle of Hellholt it was one of the few honorable moments in the entire war. Your Uncle and my Father were soldiers and they both fought honorably despite the sands running red with blood," Loren shifted uncomfortably. "My father respected the people and culture of Dorne, as do I, so I see no reason to open past wounds," Loren spoke plainly keeping his hand far away from the hand axe by his side. "I didn't start begin any fight, Lord Irwyn. Neither did my lord uncle. It came to us regardless. Honour is a gift afforded to the winners, not those who lose. I cannot bring myself to forgive those who destroyed my land, not at the moment" he gripped his swordhilt tightly for a moment before releasing and quickly stalking away with a quick whispered word to his family. He did not spare a glance to the far reachers, though Robb Waters glared before walking away with the Fowler guard |
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 20, 2008 18:19:13 GMT -5
Wulf walked up beside Loren and snorted, "he accepts the cruel fate of the lordship that was forced upon him after the Dornish War well, doesn't he?"
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Post by wookie on Oct 20, 2008 18:50:55 GMT -5
Wencel snorted "Fuck you. I don't know who the fuck you are but you don't know the shit my land has suffered"
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 20, 2008 19:03:58 GMT -5
Wulf placed a hand on the hilt of his axe and his eyes narrowed. Several of Wulf's companions moved in closer, one of them a large, sinewy old warrior with broad shoulders and silver hair.
"No, I think I heard something about it, there was a war, wasn't there? You Dornishmen supported a coup that failed and then cried when you weren't just let to go your seperate way afterwards, isn't that right? You poisoned feasts and sent assassins in the night? Yes, all my history is coming back to me now. You followed some stupid bitch without question, got yourselves all killed because you refused to surrender, and then blamed everyone else for it. Fuck, I remember quite a bit, I should join the citadel. Would you take me as a maester in your keep so I might educate your children about the war?"
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Post by Tytos on Oct 20, 2008 21:51:58 GMT -5
Pieter glared at the man talking. "You will remove your hand from that axe, Ser, and if you disagree with the decision of the Crown you can take it up with King Rodrick himself. I am sure he would love to take the time out of his day to speak with someone as esteemed as yourself." Pieter stated sarcastically, waving a few men forward in case things escalated.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 20, 2008 22:18:05 GMT -5
Loren shook his head sadly as Lord Fowler walked away, "to each their memories Lord Fowler, my father destroyed your land yes, but how soon you forget that he rebuilt a great deal of it before the blood at Hellsholt had dried. He rebuilt it and turned it back to Lord Qorgyle as soon as he was able and before even the Crown thought wise."
"My father respected your uncle, because when most of the Dornish Lords and Ladies fled to Braavos to let the small folk fight their war he stayed to do his duty. It is a shame that you do not harbor any ill will for House Martell because if the Princess had not interfered to send the entire Dornish Army to protect their own holdings at Sunspear, the Dornish armies under your Uncle would have likely seen victory in the pass like centuries of Dornish had before. Either way, you are not your uncle, and I am not my father so lets not be so quick to judge."
Loren turned to his sworn swords, "come let us not trouble Lord Fowler anymore." Loren bowed his head to the Lord Commander and the Master of Laws before continuing in the opposite direction of the Dornishmen.
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Post by wookie on Oct 21, 2008 11:02:58 GMT -5
Pieter glared at the man talking. "You will remove your hand from that axe, Ser, and if you disagree with the decision of the Crown you can take it up with King Rodrick himself. I am sure he would love to take the time out of his day to speak with someone as esteemed as yourself." Pieter stated sarcastically, waving a few men forward in case things escalated. "I apologise for losing my temper, Lord Tully. It shall not happen again" Wencel replied before departing from the gathering |
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 21, 2008 11:09:42 GMT -5
Pieter glared at the man talking. "You will remove your hand from that axe, Ser, and if you disagree with the decision of the Crown you can take it up with King Rodrick himself. I am sure he would love to take the time out of his day to speak with someone as esteemed as yourself." Pieter stated sarcastically, waving a few men forward in case things escalated. Wulf snorted at Tully. "My hand will remain where it pleases, go find someone who will heed you to bark your orders at." |
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Post by Tytos on Oct 21, 2008 16:03:47 GMT -5
Pieter frowned,"That is treason, Ser, ignoring the Master of Laws. I advise you to step away now or it's to the dungeons with you." Pieter stated, as the men drew their swords and stepped beside him.
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 21, 2008 16:15:42 GMT -5
Wulf laughed. "Treason? Are you the fucking king now? No I don't think so, my good-brother looks nothing like you. He's more phyiscally fit and impressive."
Wulf's own men looked to draw their own weapons in response to the gaurds, but Wulf put his hand up to halt them. He put his arms up to be shackled. "Take me away oh Master of Laws, and pray you never find yourself without such a nice title, else no one might ever listen to you."
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Post by Sam on Oct 21, 2008 19:46:50 GMT -5
Ser Mychel rolled his eyes, at the Master of Laws' presumption. "Lord Tully, stand your guards down. I hate to break it to you, but it is not treason for a knight in the streets to disobey your decree, unless you have a royal seal attached to it, as you well know, my lord," he added. "Ser Wulf..." he paused for a second. "Please do not start trouble where it does not need to be, and the same shall go for Lord Fowler."
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 22, 2008 14:17:30 GMT -5
When Lord Tully said nothing further, Wulf just grinned and shrugged, dropping his hands. He turned his grin on the Lord Commander, then walked off.
He came across the apple stall. "These any good?" he asked.
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Hope you all are well and happy.