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Post by The Smith on Jan 24, 2009 22:38:24 GMT -5
"That is why I did not fuck her." Rodrick looked at Brynden and knocked off his hands, pushing the smaller man back. He turned and spat over his shoulder, "Watch yourself, or I will pound you into the dirt."
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Post by Erik on Jan 24, 2009 22:42:13 GMT -5
A septon that had been watching the affair from a window runs downstairs and informs the Lannister men that the crowd has dispersed. They unbar the door, and begin to leave, but Tyberion stops himself.
"Go, let them know that the body is safe." He tells Ser Hugh, "I'll start her vigil. Someone must."
He turns and walks over to the casket, planting his sword in front of him and standing at the ready.
Ser Hugh behaves dutifully, making his way down to the plaza and finding Brynden. The huge knight tells him, "Lord Tyberion is in the sept, standing vigil. Fun bit of business down here, eh?"
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Post by Erik on Jan 24, 2009 22:50:34 GMT -5
"Of course, milord. He'll welcome the help, I'm sure."
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Post by Sam on Jan 24, 2009 23:02:39 GMT -5
Lord Tarly stood frozen on the steps of the Great Sept as the riot broke out across the Plaza of Bealor the Blessed. When he saw the king draw his sword, his hand had twitched toward his shoulder, until he belatedly remembered that he did not come to his prayers armed. He was far enough away from the riot that he did not come into harm's way, so he merely watched as the King and most of his Small Council butchered peasants and smallfolk in the holiest place in the capital.
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Post by Erik on Jan 24, 2009 23:22:20 GMT -5
Tyberion looks up when Brynden speaks, and nods, looking to be about to say something, until he notices the king entering. He bows his head once again and stays silent.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 24, 2009 23:24:29 GMT -5
The King moved into the room, and looked about. "I think I should leave." He looked around and shook his head sadly.
The High Septon entered the room, and pointed at the King, "How Dare you?" He screamed.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 24, 2009 23:33:09 GMT -5
The King's hand twitched toward his own sword. He looked at the High Septon and smiled cheerily, "I dare, your holines, because I am the fucking King of Westeros." He pointed back at the High Septon, "You remember that or I will feed you those fat ring coated fingers."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 24, 2009 23:39:04 GMT -5
The High Septon knocked the king's hand away, "You have earthly power, but that is insignificant next..." Whatever the Septon was going to say was interrupted by Rodrick's fist smashing into his chin. Blood and teeth splattered out of the High Septon's mouth and he feel to the ground.
The King laughed, "I guess it will be harder to gum those fingers." He glanced to Trant, but the Lord Commander's mouth hung open.
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Post by Tallahar on Jan 24, 2009 23:40:49 GMT -5
Bealor only watches the carnage that happened as the King was attacked. In honour of the holy place and Lady Jeyne, Bealor wore no sword so he did not move. Instead he only thought of the stupidity of the King.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 24, 2009 23:45:55 GMT -5
Rodrick looked down at the High Septon, "Yes... I think it is time I left." He turned and walked toward the exit.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 24, 2009 23:51:10 GMT -5
The High Septon smacked Benfry across the face, "Don't look at me." He looked at his own hand in surprise, then stood all the way up, and scrambled from the room.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Jan 25, 2009 4:49:34 GMT -5
Howland and Brandon had stood next to the Lannister's during the "incident", neither had a sword and could only stare dumbfounded at the King's actions.
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Hope you all are well and happy.