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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2008 20:11:12 GMT -5
The Great Hall of the Red Keep is packed to the brim for the Grand Council. Any person of noble blood who wishes to attend is allowed and encouraged to speak. The entire affair seems a bit too festive for the occasion, with plenty of wine being served by attractive women.
King Rodrick sits at the head of the table. For the time being, he appears to be in a jovial mood. His Hand, Yancey Smallwood, sits to his right, drumming his fingers as he waits for the rest of the "guests" to arrive.
It is said that King Rodrick will be picking his Small Council at the Grand Council, as well as awarding regencies and lordships. Any man who wishes to petition the King should do it here.
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Post by Tallahar on Dec 4, 2008 20:22:19 GMT -5
Lord Bealor Dawnrose along with is Uncle Damin and the young Lord Barret Tyrell arrive. They are all quiet and avoid the eyes of the King.
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Post by Sam on Dec 4, 2008 21:11:57 GMT -5
Lord Samuel Tarly arrives without any entourage, and seeks out Lord Loren Irwyn. Not finding his friend, he takes a seat as far away from the Mander delegation as possible.
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Post by Erik on Dec 4, 2008 21:36:25 GMT -5
The Lannisters sit proudly in the center of the Great Hall, heads held high, Tyberion grinning and laughing with his bannermen.
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Post by Fel on Dec 4, 2008 22:25:55 GMT -5
Lord Qhored Harlaw takes his seat, along with a small party of Ironborn. They all look extremely suspiscious of the event, some of them going so far as to not eat the food or drink the wine.
Ser Wulf Pyke sits at Qhored's side. He whispers into his cousin's ear, who returns a dark stare, but says nothing in response.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Dec 4, 2008 23:07:02 GMT -5
Lord Martyn Lefford notes that they seem to have changed the decor since his last visit, which was probably before some of the younger lords were born.
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Post by Tytos on Dec 4, 2008 23:12:47 GMT -5
Lord Tristifer Vance enters the hall with two other men, and they take seats as far away from the Northmen and Westermen as possible. Tristifer looks around at the crowd, putting names to faces, although he occasionally glances at the King.
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Post by Aerys on Dec 5, 2008 6:40:18 GMT -5
Ser Monterys Velaryon arrives alone, dressed splendidly in the sea-green and white colours of his ancient house. He is here to petition the Hand and the King for the return of his ancestral lands. Tucked into his doublet, is his letter of application, if it should be needed. He limps very slightly, still feeling the last after-effects of the wounds he took in the King's service.
Monterys nods a greeting to those lords who have made his acquaintance during the months in the field where he was fighting with the King.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 5, 2008 9:01:33 GMT -5
Loren Irwyn arrives dressed in a plain brown tunic he moves to sit next to Lord Tarly. With Cyrus and Justin dead and the Redwynne's tending to the fleet the Far Reach delegation is noticably small.
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Post by Horas on Dec 5, 2008 14:34:46 GMT -5
The King pounds his fist on the table for silence, though no one appears to be talking anyways. He grins broadly. "Let's get this started. Lannister! You saw Kijo chop your father's head off yesterday, right?"
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Post by Ollie on Dec 5, 2008 15:52:15 GMT -5
Desmond Uller respectfully takes a seat at the rear of the hall, and observes. He is dressed in an exquisite black leather coat trimmed with red velvet and belted with a scarlet samite sash.
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Post by westerosi on Dec 5, 2008 17:36:54 GMT -5
Lord Cregan Cerwyn sat at the end of the table, as far away from the King and his Hand as he could. Big Benn Umber and Lord Dustin was there with him.
He had a blank face, not showing any emotion of sitting at the same table as the King.
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Post by Lord Balon Harlaw on Dec 5, 2008 17:51:46 GMT -5
Balon Harlaw arrives, seated close to his brother and fellow Ironborn, he seems jovial enough, talking with his companions, though suspicious eyes rove across the assembled aristocracy.
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Post by Erik on Dec 5, 2008 18:24:39 GMT -5
Tyberion blinks, his face confused for half a second.
"I did, Your Grace. So ends any man who thinks to steal a crown." He replies, loud enough for everyone to hear.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 6, 2008 4:36:10 GMT -5
Rodrick smiled, "He died well." then he shrugged, "I have decided that most of you cannot be trusted. And the ones that can be trusted, should be watched like hawks." He frowned, "From this day forward I announce these commands. That when your duties do not require you to be at your keep, you shall attend my court. I command that the Riverlands in its entirety be given to House Mallister. Seagard will be the new Paramount seat, and Riverrun will be placed in his lands." He looked to Tyberion, "Get your men out, and skin the damn trouts for all I care."
"The Mander shall be commanded by Lord Winister Oakheart, the new Lord Paramount. The Rose line has gone bad, and may be taken in by its relatives, but all Tyrell lands are now Oakheart lands. The Far Reach will be commanded Ipithius Tides until such time as they prove their worth. I have forgiven Howland Reed, he acted like a son who had lost a beloved parent. We can all understand that. Lord Danton Massey shall command in Casterly Rock until such a time that the Lannister's prove their worth. My wife will take command of Storm's End, and hopefully fix that mess." He smiled and winked at her.
"The North, and Winterfell will be given to Kijo Sand, til such time as I find a worthy heir to that cursed realm. Does the Council have any questions?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.