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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on Oct 4, 2007 18:09:39 GMT -5
Emelia looked at Randal with a chuckle. "Was that a roar or a mewl?" she asked the Lannister. "Have some dignity, man. I don't think Callen will behead you for being a fool. Though I wouldn't blame anyone who wanted to revisit his choice of Jeyne's regent."
She looked at Randal directly. "A regent should always have the interests of his charge always in mind, so that when she reaches maturity there will still be an estate for her to claim."
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Post by swammeyjoe on Oct 4, 2007 18:11:53 GMT -5
Randal smiles. "Will you here my evidence or not?"
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on Oct 4, 2007 18:15:49 GMT -5
Emelia shrugged and turned to Rhodri and Callen for their answer.
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Post by swammeyjoe on Oct 5, 2007 17:19:56 GMT -5
ooc: Randal leaves for a few minutes to cool his head. He is excused.
Randal reenters the throne room, looking far less angry. He speaks to the room at large, but his words seem to be directed towards the Hand.
"Your Grace, My Lords, Good Lady, i have erred in judgement. I will stay silent about Lady Sara and what happened out of respect for your wishes. Although i will have you know this, most Western lords do not support Jeyne, I mean no sort of threat, but i am informing you that most Lords consider Jeyne, bastard or not, to not be a Lannister, to be more of a Royce. Most Lords do not even consider Allard a true Lannister." He gives everyone a dark smile. "As such, they follow Lady Jeyne only as Long as i do... Which i hope to be a long time."
Randal smiles lightly and then continues.
"Your Grace, all of you, untill later. I am yours to command, you all know where to find me."
He bows and departs.
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Post by melon on Oct 7, 2007 22:00:42 GMT -5
Tallahar enters the Throne room gives his sword to a waiting Baratheon guard then asks that he wishes to see the King or the Hand.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Oct 8, 2007 0:11:18 GMT -5
Something different is happening this day. The goldcloaks do not guard the chamber, but a mix of Baratheon men at arms, and a group of other soldiers. Their captain bears a banner, a golden W emblazoned on black, this is the standard of the First Westerosi Army, a force commisioned by Callen, and trained by Jorah Lannister. They bear the halberd, a weapon developed by a local weaponsmith.
Another thing different about the the Throne Room is that the sides are lined with stands, separated into eight parts. One is emblazoned with the Direwolf, the Flayed Man underneath it, this is where those from the north will seat themselves. Another with the raven of the Blackwoods for the Riverlanders, the third with the Arryn falcon, the fourth with the Lion, the fifth the Rose, the sixth the Stag, the seventh the Kraken, and the eight the Sun and Spear.
Callen enters the Throne Room, his hand resting on pomel of Fury, which has been shaped to the head of a doe. "All hail, Callen Baratheon, the first of his name!" The herald announces. All in audience rise from their seats until Callen takes his place on the Iron Throne.
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on Oct 8, 2007 0:17:05 GMT -5
Emelia sat on her stand under Sun and Spear with her entourage, standing with everyone else while Callen entered the room. She awaited whatever Callen sought to announce.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2007 0:20:04 GMT -5
Aranya stood, silent and watchful.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Oct 8, 2007 0:28:42 GMT -5
Seth stood near the back, by the guards, he was unsure of where to sit exactly.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 8, 2007 0:49:11 GMT -5
Aerie watched the King warily, casually observing the movements of the others in the chamber.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Oct 8, 2007 1:12:42 GMT -5
"Preparations are almost ready for the recapturing of Dragonstone. The armada shall be headed up by Valwert Grandison, who has volunteered his services." Callen's face looked pained, and he glanced at the old lord. The man had come to Callen, his wife had given him another son, but Valwert would not live to see him, he had an odd lump on his neck, and the maester's said it would soon kill him.
"However, a reserve fleet will be gathered here in the mean time. This shall follow the main armada in case they should find themselves in need."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Oct 8, 2007 1:34:56 GMT -5
"Barret Tyrell, you are to meet me, Rhodri Arryn, and Horas Blackwood in my chambers within the hour."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Oct 8, 2007 1:39:03 GMT -5
Seth started at the name of his foster father. He would need to speak with him. The Grandison's had been nothing but kind to him and he would want to help them in any way possible.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2007 1:50:06 GMT -5
Aranya looked coldly angry at the result of the trial.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2007 2:09:38 GMT -5
"The man is guilty of it," Aranya said to Rhodri. She could see it clearly, and he could tell she was fuming. "I know he is. I can smell it, and I can see it, and I can sense it."
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Hope you all are well and happy.