The Grand Council

[westerosi]

Cregan made a mental note to himself, that when he came home, he would pray and give offerings to the Old Gods to take care of Rodrick, like they had deemed his brother unworthy.

[Tytos]

Tristifer sighs as Lords around the table pleaded with Rodrick, only to be rebuked. He decided his best course of action was to be courteous and modest with his request.

Tristifer stood up and looked at Rodrick, taking a breath. "Your Grace, I ask that Pieter's children be kept in the inheritance for Riverrun. To take everything away from them would be cruel, I only ask that you leave them just a modest parcel of land and Riverrun, let Lord Mallister have the greater part of the lands. I promised Pieter I would look after his children." Tristifer asked.

As Tristifer talks, the man sitting next to him stands and paces around the room, stopping momentarily to hand what looks like a piece of parchment to Lord Lefford.

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

Lefford gives the piece of paper a mere glance before crumbling it. He returns to awaiting the king's response.

[Tallahar]

Bealor was silent as his cousins lands and everything was stripped from them, "Your Grace all the lands that is impossible. Also what of the Shields Islands they are also part of the Mander yet the Ironborn still hold them."

[Erik]

"I believe His Grace just told Harlaw what would be done with them, Dawnrose. I realize your family's made up entirely of prattling fools, but do try to pay attention."

Tyberion rebukes Baelor cheerfully, happy for the chance to blow off a little steam.

[Tallahar]

"True but prattling fools are such much better then arrogant assholes who think the whole world loves them, Lannister."

[Erik]

"Now, now. It's no good to speak ill of your late father."

[Tallahar]

Bealor almost jumped across the table and killed Tyberion then, "My father was great man you bastard. He fought instead using cowardly attack like your father."

[Erik]

"The Dawn Craven turned traitor twice as many times as my father did, by my count, and raped Nightsong on top of that." Tyberion shrugs, and turns his attention back to the king, his mouth in a smirk. "Oh, my king, a question! You say the Tyrells have gone bad, what about the Dawnroses? Just roses by another name, after all, don't they deserve the same fate?"

[Tallahar]

"How many Kings of the Rock have there been? Two if my memory is correct they all seem to fall though. My family is different we are lords of a different Keep and not of the Tyrell name."

[Erik]

"A rose by any other name remains cowardly, conniving scum! How many banners did you fight under in this war, Tyrell?" Tyberion says to Baelor with a sneer, "If you ran into a Lyseni whore on the street, you'd fall to your knees and offer to fight for her!"

[Tallahar]

"I fought were my Lord told me to fight as my family are only Bannermen not the Lords of the Mander. That was my cousin Craych. Cowardly? Coming from a Lannister who attacked an undefended Riverrun and stole woman and children. No true Knight fights that way."

[Erik]

"No true knight, eh?" Tyberion replies, his eyebrows raised, "Meet me with lance in hand and call me that, Tyrell, unless you'd rather live up to your family legacy."

[Tallahar]

"Lance? Why not swords in a duel like the Warrior himself?"

[Erik]

"You accused me of being a false knight, Tyrell. The lance is a knightly weapon. Once mine is lodged in your torso, we can certainly draw swords, though."