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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2008 14:15:15 GMT -5
The King stands on a rise with Yancey Smallwood, and his new Lord Commander Peregrine Allyrion. A desk with parcment, ink and quill is set up several feet away from the King.
Darius Storm and ten men escort Lord Craych Tyrell to the King's presence.
Yancey turns to the Mandermen and says, "You have some letters to write Lord Craych."
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Post by House Lefford on Nov 8, 2008 14:21:47 GMT -5
"I do? ah yes my daughters they must be awful worried about me thank you Smallwood for reminding me."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2008 14:33:13 GMT -5
"Yes. I am sure they are. It is horribly trying to miss one's father." Yancey replied, "Also I think Derick Rowan longs to hear from you. He is besieging Old Oak still, imagine that."
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Post by House Lefford on Nov 8, 2008 14:42:04 GMT -5
"He has? Well thats understandable he's only trying to rescue is liege lord. But yes these letters I assume that the content wont be much of my choosing?"
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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2008 14:51:52 GMT -5
Yancey chuckled, "Write what ever you like. But there is stirring to the North of us, and Rodrick's death and yours will not be separated by hours." He nodded to Darius casually, "And if your words are especially pretty we will even let you wear a sword, and fight beside us."
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Post by Horas on Nov 8, 2008 18:50:22 GMT -5
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Ser Daeron lays, chained and guarded, in the tent that is his cell. He looks at the top of the tent and begins to whistle a tune.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2008 20:26:34 GMT -5
Iphithius Tides enters the tent, and sits down across from the Blackwood, and then offers him an open tin of cookies, "Hungry?"
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Post by Horas on Nov 8, 2008 20:31:04 GMT -5
Daeron grins. "Aye."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2008 20:33:57 GMT -5
The Myrish warrior tossed him the whole tin. "Hide that, the guards will take it away if they see it." His finger wrapped his long beard around his index finger, "I am suppose to ask questions about your people. Any chance you are going to answer them honestly?" He raised one eyebrow.
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Post by Horas on Nov 8, 2008 20:39:11 GMT -5
"Mmm. Good." Daeron says, a cookie in his mouth. Then he shrugs. "Depends on the questions, I suppose."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2008 20:42:54 GMT -5
"Any chance they are going to surrender and kneel to the king?" Ipithius asked.
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Post by Horas on Nov 8, 2008 20:44:50 GMT -5
Daeron shrugs again, another cookie in his mouth. "Depends on the terms, I suppose. Can't say I was too involved in the whole leadership process."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2008 20:47:53 GMT -5
"So is Tully in complete command? Or are their cracks in his power base." Tides ask pointing at the cookies he asks, "Do you mind?"
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Post by Horas on Nov 8, 2008 20:53:33 GMT -5
Daeron hands the tin back. "Well. I came because Terrence called, not Tully. Plenty of other men could probably say the same." Daeron looks at the bearded Myrman. "Is it true Selyse is with the army?"
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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2008 20:56:53 GMT -5
Ipithius just takes cookie then places the tin on the ground next to Blackwood. "She is... would you like for me to proffer an invitation to her? Ahhhh.... Yancey and Trant want to propel you in the Hal to offer Terrence clemency for betrayal."
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Hope you all are well and happy.