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Post by Imry Willfyre on Nov 3, 2008 12:04:56 GMT -5
The great keep of House Baratheon.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Nov 3, 2008 12:05:26 GMT -5
Five riders ride towards Storm's End bearing banners of truce, asking to speak with Lord Errol.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 3, 2008 12:08:02 GMT -5
They are admitted, and unarmed and then their leader is brought to see Lord Errol in the Keep.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Nov 3, 2008 12:12:03 GMT -5
"Lord Errol", the leader says, bowing. The leader of these men was Ser Bryce Caron, a knight and friend of Lord Errol when the two were younger.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 3, 2008 12:21:46 GMT -5
"Speak your peace, and then you will leave?" Flynn replied.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Nov 3, 2008 12:24:24 GMT -5
Caron nodded. He held a copy of the note that had been plastered around. "I beg of you, my friend, in the name of honor. Read this. Not a word of it is untrue. We are not usurping for ourselves, merely getting rid of a tyrant who has turned this realm into dirt, and acted horrendously above the law."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 3, 2008 12:34:04 GMT -5
"Did you come all this way to tell me something I could read on my own door step." Flynn spit at the boots of Caron as he stood, "You, who speak of honor and have none, seek to lecture me on the words of a tyrant. I know what Rodrick is. But you forget, I also know what Breck Dondarrion is. I stand with the right side, friend."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Nov 3, 2008 17:33:32 GMT -5
"So be it, Lord Flynn. I will see you on the battlefield."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 3, 2008 18:48:12 GMT -5
"Not you my friend. You will be sitting this battle out." Errol waved, and Caron was escorted to the dungeons.
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