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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jun 25, 2007 15:23:42 GMT -5
OOC: Rhodri Royce is no longer in King's Landing, per his departure in the Red Keep thread.
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Post by House Lefford on Jun 25, 2007 17:29:40 GMT -5
Ser Rindwynd stood watching the parade pass by it's odd he thought to himself less then a year ago these people where cheer "Baratheon", now there talking about the was the worst king in history, killing woman and children for amusemnet wasting all the money of the kingdom on whores and drink and blood sports. These never happen but i have a feeling in 10 maybe 20 years King Rodrick is going to be the most evil king in westeros history and the great savorier King Aegon.
Rindwynd turned from the parade his head hung low and returned to the Merry Maid for another drink.
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Post by stahadis on Jun 25, 2007 18:18:50 GMT -5
Gathor made sure he was good and drunk before he let himself watch the parade, the gods where never on our side, he thought bitterly. He took another swig from his wine skin, I may have doomed my own daughter. His beard had grown thicker now, his hair a mess and his eyes grew dark circles under them.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jun 25, 2007 21:16:37 GMT -5
Callen rode into King's Landing, still tied to the saddle of his horse. It was a skinny, ugly thing, something only the poorest of the poor could only hope to afford. It was meant to humiliate him, and he couldn't lie to himself as say he wasn't, but he tried to keep his head held high. He looked straight ahead, trying not to notice the jeering crowds on each side. The people who had once loved him now despised him.
He thought on what Breyn Royce had said to him. He hoped it was not true and that the Tyrells were still loyal to him, but he had to face reality. With the combined might of the Lannisters, Royces and Targaryens threatening them, the remnant Tyrell loyalists had little choice but to yield and swear fealty, or face destruction. His one hope was that the Starks remained true. He looked north, and felt a chill. He turned his head back to see the Red Keep looming ahead. He watched as the Targaryen King flew ahead of him and felt another chill run down his body.
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Post by eytank49752 on Jun 25, 2007 21:35:19 GMT -5
Lord Breyn spotted the Prince atop a decrepit nag, and he walked over. Giving the Prince a slight bow, Breyn said "Prince Callen, you seem to be much recovered. I am glad that you did not perish at Casterly Rock, lest your body be stuffed and hung above the walls as a tribute to Lord Lannister. But alas, now one so regal must ride a paupers horse in mockery of his once proud station. The Game of Thrones is in truth no game, but a vicious cycle that we petty humans are caught up in."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jun 25, 2007 22:31:57 GMT -5
"And the Targaryen's are part of that cycle Royce. Their past rule was marked by madness. Yes you had your good kings, even great kings. There was Aegon I, Jaehaerys, Aegon the Unlikely, all of them great. But for every good one, there were the bad ones. And how long will it be before the next Aerys pushes some lord to the point of rebellion? The Targaryens bring as much strife and madness as they bring peace and plenty. Why support them? Were we Baratheons really that bad?" Callen flashed the Royce a quiet smile, but the look of utter contempt betrayed his true emotions.
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Post by eytank49752 on Jun 25, 2007 23:03:01 GMT -5
"Why? Because while I recognize that the Game of Thrones is a vicious cycle, I play the game nonetheless, for those who do not become the next Harenhall or Castamere. Concepts like honor and duty are wonderful in children's stories, but they have little bearing in the world we dwell in. The Tullys are broken, the Tyrells have surrendered, and the Starks sit all alone in their cold silent fortress. You cannot eat honor. It is not the coin of this realm at least. You Baratheons were fine as Kings, but the tides of fortune shifted against you, and as we both know, nothing can stop the tide. I am an opportunist, and you are a man of honor, yet there you ride on a broken nag, while I ride atop a mighty warhorse. You will languish in a dungeon, while I fuck Braavosi whores and drink fine wines. So it goes."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jun 25, 2007 23:44:32 GMT -5
Callen stared into Breyn's one good eye...and then laughed. "Do you really think that you've gained so much by backing the Targaryens. You think you've gained so much, but really it's been nothing. Your brother's a lord and the Hand's son-in-law to boot. He's become a hero ever since the siege. Lord Baldwin Lannister will be awarded more lands and gold and honors than he could ever dream of, all because he managed to stay alive until that bloody dragon came. And what do you have to show for it? A lordship over a land you would have gained eventually, and an army decimated by war. Do you know that you were supposed to be the Master of Coin? Don't think my father didn't know about your ambition. It was only when the Hand interjected that Baldwin was appointed instead. I believe Dondarrion said "Breyn Royce can be Master of Shit." Believe me, the Targaryen's will share his sentiment."
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Post by eytank49752 on Jun 26, 2007 0:08:41 GMT -5
"Very good Callen, now you begin to play the game that isn't really a game. Keep your wits about you in the Black Cells, as many men have been driven mad by that place. You may see the light of day eventually. Who knows what the future holds for us. Farewell good prince, we shall meet again soon enough."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jun 26, 2007 0:30:41 GMT -5
Callen watched as Breyn peeled away from the procession and rode off into an alley, to what purpose Callen couldn't guess. He would have called after him if it hadn't been for the piece of rotten peach that smacked against his face. Rancid produce began to come at him in an endless torrent. People jeered at him and a stone flew through the air to hit him in the face. A felt blood begin to pool down his brow and flow into his eye. The knights and men-at-arms surrounding him did little to deter the aggressors and persecution only ceased when Callen rode over the draw-bridge of the Red Keep and entered the court-yard. A man walked up to his side and cut his bonds. He dragged him off the horse and led him towards the throne room. "Ironic," thought Callen "I'm being led to my rightful throne for the first time in chains."
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Post by serdonaltyrell on Jun 26, 2007 8:14:23 GMT -5
Salla watched from the sides as the parade ushered past, listening to the bickering between Prince (or should that be Usurper now?) Callen and Breyn Royce. Callen got the better of the exchange, Salla judged and Breyn left quickly once he realised the prince had still some fight left in him.
Salla spotted his master's brothers as they entered the Merry Maid and made his way across to join them.
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5