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Post by Horas on Dec 7, 2008 23:42:05 GMT -5
The Hand waves for guards to drag the bodies away, sheathes his sword, and sits back down.
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Post by Sam on Dec 7, 2008 23:52:41 GMT -5
Once the fighting had subsided Samuel took a moment to truly admire his sword, as he wiped it clean of the riverlander's blood. The dark ripples in the steel made it almost black, and he stared at it, almost completely mesmerized. He muttered a quick prayer to his father's soul, and then slid the blade gently into the empty sheathe on his back.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Dec 7, 2008 23:53:27 GMT -5
He steps forward. "I know I'm going to sound like the ambitious toady, especially since I can see the insides of the last fellow who spoke up at this meeting... but I understand you're looking for a Master of Coin?"
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Post by Ollie on Dec 8, 2008 0:08:43 GMT -5
Lord Belmore withheld a contemptuous snort at the Frey's ambition, and withheld it well, though the expression was clear on his face for all to see.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Dec 8, 2008 0:13:25 GMT -5
Born a Frey, always a Frey.
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Post by Horas on Dec 8, 2008 0:29:19 GMT -5
Yancey looks up. "Who are you again?"
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Dec 8, 2008 0:33:27 GMT -5
"Frey. Victor Frey. Lord of the Twins. My father recently passed, I'm afraid."
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Post by Horas on Dec 8, 2008 0:40:48 GMT -5
"Do you want to continue to be the lord of the Twins, Victor Frey?" Yancey raises one eyebrow.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Dec 8, 2008 0:43:05 GMT -5
"Very much so."
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Post by Horas on Dec 8, 2008 0:46:40 GMT -5
"Then sit the fuck down."
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Dec 8, 2008 0:48:18 GMT -5
He sits, secretly pleased to be the first man to make a request and not have his lands stripped from him.
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Post by Aerys on Dec 8, 2008 1:08:19 GMT -5
Monterys Velaryon clutched his shoulder which was bleeding profusely from a cut from one of the assassin's weapons - Lord Vance he thought. He examined the cut and was relieved to find that it was superficial.
Fools! he thought contemptuously of the two dead lords. Lefford at least should have known better. His grandfather Steffen Lannister has always spoken of Lefford with some disdain - now he understood why.
Monterys used his bloodstained sword - still stained with Lord Vance's blood - to rip a thick piece of cloth from his cloak. He pressed it up against the wound to staunch the bleeding. He was pleased to note that after some time, the cloth did not become bloodsoaked.
This was the third wound he had taken in the service of the King he thought wryly. He hoped that it would be remembered, when the time came for him to make his request.
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Post by Fel on Dec 8, 2008 4:15:52 GMT -5
The King sheathes his sword disappointed that he was able to kill one of his attacker's himself. "This is very disappointing. It was hardly a fight at all." He grimaced, looking up to Lannister, and then Harlaw he snorted derisively, "I will expect better from the two of you when the time comes." He winked. "My sword was not needed," Qhored said frankly. He gave his former ally, Lord Irwyn, a withering look in response to the man answering a different question to the one the king had asked him. |
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Dec 8, 2008 6:41:37 GMT -5
At the beginning of the meeting, Lord Marbrand had arrived with the Western contingent, apart from his friend Monterys. It was thought that with the young Velaryon hoping to regain a Lordship, he should appear an independent man, rather than an exile in the west. Now though, with his friend injured, Dudley went over to him quietly.
"A brave thing," he whispered. "You are surely close." Inspecting the wound himself and seeing that it was ultimately of little consequence, he gave his friend a nod and went to seat himself once more amongst the Western lords.
Good luck Monterys he thought. But for Gods' sake, strike soon.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 8, 2008 8:44:34 GMT -5
The King sheathes his sword disappointed that he was able to kill one of his attacker's himself. "This is very disappointing. It was hardly a fight at all." He grimaced, looking up to Lannister, and then Harlaw he snorted derisively, "I will expect better from the two of you when the time comes." He winked. He turned to Loren, "Thank you for your aid. Once I have fought beside a man, I find it hard to hold grudges. I place you in charge of the Far Reach. Tides can stay here." Rodrick coughed once, and licked his lips. He waved at a steward and asked, "More wine." Then to Iwryn again, "What do you advise to solve this matter of law. It seems like you have given the matter some thought." Loren looks up at the King embarrassed that he was wounded by the westernman and then at Harlaw. "My Grace, the orginal declaration of the four kingdoms resisted your authority for want of justice, this matter had been settled by court and while the Iron Islands are not a part of the Seven their participation supports their agreements in the outcome." "Based on his testimony Lord Harlaw willingly submits to your authority once again but is rejecting your treatment of him, which is lawful so long as he takes no further action then words," Loren looks at Harlaw. "The bonds between the King and his Lord Paramounts have been damaged for sometime based on perceived slights. While your word is Law, and Lord Harlaw could be compelled to submit, I would advise your grace to treat all of us here as equals under your law and make not one land suffer an outrage." "All should be compelled to renew their vows unto you willingly and not at the point of the sword as doing so invalidates the claim." Loren turned to the others in the council, "Let us all kneel now and swear upon our God or Gods our renewed vows to the King." Loren took a knee and prayed that the other Lords would follow and hopefully diffuse the tension. |
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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