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Post by The Smith on Jan 24, 2009 17:40:40 GMT -5
King Rodrick stands next to his wife, staring at the casket. His shirt is stained and oiled. His crown is perched crookedly atop of his head. In his right hand he cradles a half empty bottle of wine in his right hand. He sways against a stiff breeze that no one else seems to feel.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 24, 2009 17:51:07 GMT -5
Rodrick glumly hands her the bottle. Then he stumbles across the dais toward the High Septon. Leaning close Rodrick whispered into the High Septon's ear.
The High Septon's head snapped back and his eyes blazed with anger. Leaning close he whispered back to the King.
The King stumbled backwards, and yelled incoherently. Taking one misstep he stumble through the casket knocking Jeyne's casket over and sending the corpse crashing out. The King looked over his shoulder at the mess he had cause, and then began laughing hysterically.
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Post by Sam on Jan 24, 2009 17:57:41 GMT -5
Lord Samuel was coming out of the Great Sept, having concluded his morning prayers, and noticed the commotion in the Plaza outside the sept, and he belatedly realized that some important figure had died, though for the life of him he could not remember who. He noticed the royal family standing near the High Septon and the casket, which surprised him. The woman who died must have been very important. Samuel's jaw dropped as he saw King Rodrick lurch away from the High Septon, and dropped further when the king knocked the casket to the ground, although a slight smirk touched his lips when the obviously drunk monarch began laughing uncontrollably.
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Post by Erik on Jan 24, 2009 18:53:19 GMT -5
Tyberion and Allyria stand near the casket, dressed in somber black. They never knew Jeyne well, but she was family, and so there are certain expectations. Tyberion's lip curls when he sees the king enter disheveled, but he bites his tongue.
His hand nearly jerks to his sword when the casket crashes to the ground, and he takes a few steps angrily toward Rodrick. Allyria quickly intervenes, however, going to Queen Selyse and whispering, "He needs to leave. Now."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 24, 2009 21:22:47 GMT -5
The High Septon does not even look at Blair just stares at Rodrick. Turning he walked back into the Great Sept.
Rodrick allowed his men to help him to his feet. But when the tomato struck him he drew his sword with a still deadly grace. Turning he pointed at a young man in the crowd. "It was him." Rodrick stalked toward him with his blade out. Men shifted out of the King's path.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 24, 2009 21:37:13 GMT -5
Armed Knights followed the King, and the first man to not moved from the King's stride got a slash across the face. This seemed to ignite something deep within the mob. They stormed the king and his guards. The King stood calmly hacking down attackers, while some of his defenders fell, including Selmy.
The King was unmoving though, and not a single participant in the crowd was able to lay a hand on him. The crowd raged, but even with a handful of defenders the King's line was holding. Yronwood stood next to the King, blade in hand.
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Post by Tallahar on Jan 24, 2009 21:40:51 GMT -5
Bealor stayed after the King left in such a display. He had not know Lady Jeyne but Aunt Arwyn was one of her Ladies in waiting and she had always spoken well of the former Queen.
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Post by Erik on Jan 24, 2009 21:46:16 GMT -5
Tyberion nods to Brynden's suggestion, and Allyria reluctantly accepts. She puts an arm around Cyrenna, helping lead her away.
Meanwhile, Tyberion draws his sword and moves to guard Jeyne's body, watching Rodrick intently. Might be one commoner could get lucky and end his reign, and he'd rather not miss it.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 24, 2009 21:59:17 GMT -5
As men mounted and charged into their screaming mass the mob shook, but what finally broke their spirit was the untouchable King. With a blade in his hand staring at the a roaring mob he was untouched. Not a single of the screaming masses could lay a hand on him. They broke and began to run. Rodrick watched their flight with a look that could only be described as disappointment.
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Post by Erik on Jan 24, 2009 22:05:01 GMT -5
"Must we, brother?" Tyberion mutters to himself. Rather than follow orders, he assists the frightened septon in gathering up Lady Jeyne's remains and carrying them into the Great Sept, with Hugh Drox and several Lannister men grabbing the casket.
Once the body is safely inside, Tyberion and his men swing the great doors shut and bar them.
"No one enters here until the lot of us are dead." He announces as they stand, waiting.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 24, 2009 22:15:31 GMT -5
The King walked over to one trampled body, and bent over. Nodding to himself he beheaded the corpse with one quick stroke he impaled the head. He turned and offered it to Trant, "Take this and hang it from my Wall." He glanced to Brynden, "Can't let people get away with throwing fruit at the King."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 24, 2009 22:25:55 GMT -5
"The High Septon." growled the King, "Drag him out here so he can face his punishment." He cleaned his blade on his elegant robes with sure, smooth strokes.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 24, 2009 22:28:23 GMT -5
"I'll take his fingers.... just something small." Rodrick smiled, "Make him squeal a little bit. Like the pig he is."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 24, 2009 22:31:10 GMT -5
"Oh no... I just said I regretted never fucking her." Rodrick waved his hand idly, "I think... or something like that. And then he called me a whoreson... that was completely uncalled for."
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Post by Fel on Jan 24, 2009 22:35:52 GMT -5
Ser Wulf Pyke watched as his brother and other knights rode down agitator and innocent alike in the name of this drunken king. He left the plaza, pushing his way through the what was left of the crowd.
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Hope you all are well and happy.