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Post by Tytos on Feb 4, 2009 23:08:39 GMT -5
Quentyn glances around the party, ignorant to who the majority of the people are. He chances to here a name called out, which he recognizes to be the new Commander of the Goldcloak's.
"Good party, eh?" Quentyn remarked, "I'm Ser Quentyn Prestor, by the way. I take it you are Ser Owen Corbray?"
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Post by Aerys on Feb 5, 2009 6:19:30 GMT -5
"Ladies and gentleman," intones the charming little shit. "I give you the former lord Lyreon Barclay." Lyonel looked with some interest at the captive Barclay. He knew that the Barclays had been the enemies of his house since his grandfather's time. Despite that Barclay had recently been in possession of their family home, he still felt some pity for the debased lord and little more than contempt for Frey. Strike his head off and be done with it! he thought. Better that, than suffer the humiliation of being paraded around like a dog on a leash. |
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Feb 5, 2009 9:59:09 GMT -5
Loren frowns at the sight of Barclay on a leash, "Father Above!" he exclaimed at the sad condition of the prisoner. "Judge not lest ye be judged," he muttered barely audible to even those standing next to him. It wasn't long ago that a Frey was on the other end of the string he thought to himself, before moving near a window.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Feb 5, 2009 14:24:06 GMT -5
He smiles at Loren before turning to Tyberion. "One should never frown in public, I think. Better to nod politely and scowl in private than mark the chinks in one's emotional armour. For example, I can grin and taunt and laugh all day long, but the next day, I can walk up to my critics and say," His mouth and eyes flexed into a type of stern look, "Sir, you are a good man and better than I, who is slave to the strings of fear and glory that pull history's cart. Please forgive my shallow countenance the other day. I am still young and the child of traitors, please forgive my impertinence'." His grin returned.
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Post by The Smith on Feb 5, 2009 15:08:20 GMT -5
The King looks at Frey, and frowns, "How the fuck is that? And for that matter who the fuck are you?"
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Feb 5, 2009 15:34:15 GMT -5
He bows deeply. "Sire, I am Lord Victor Frey. I bring you Lord Lyreon Barclay in the flesh... or as much as could be salvaged from Driftmark."
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Post by The Smith on Feb 5, 2009 15:39:24 GMT -5
"Does that amuse you?" Rodrick snarled, "Kill him or throw him in a dungeon. Only Targaryens and their ilk treat prisoners like that. He had the courage to attempt to fight, that is probably something you will never understand." Rodrick reached out and backhanded Frey across the mouth, "You little bitch."
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Feb 5, 2009 16:13:54 GMT -5
He rubs his mouth, still not quite frowning but no longer smiling. "You're a strong man, Your Majesty. No one can question that." He then turned to continue his presentation. "Lyreon Barclay, a former Lord of Driftmark. I bring his hand, well-preserved, with a ring bearing the emblem of his home." The small box was opened revealing just that.
"A brave warrior, as you state, but a cruel lord to embroil his peasants and men in such a lost affair. He is, in my eye, a symbol of vanity and the destruction it wreaks on the common people. A man who sacrifices those entrusted to him for a selfish and hopeless ideal is not merely a traitor. He is a tyrant. A small and ineffectual tyrant, but a tyrant nonetheless. If he was truly a courageous man, he would have challengeed you, an honorable man, in a duel or another competition that did not not yield such wanton pain. I parade him as a warning against equally selfish lords amongst your lord's aristocracy. I do not view him as a courageous man whop fought for his beliefs, but a cruel monster who made others fight for his pride. If my lord disagrees, I will slay him now and apologize to all here for my gross error. But I will not change my tune and recognize him as possessing any sort of nobility reserved for better men..."
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Post by The Flint on Feb 5, 2009 16:17:04 GMT -5
Thaddeus Thatcher entered, accompanied by his bodyguard, who looked bored, and uncomfortable in his chainmail, and leaning on a long axe. The Master of Whisperers surveyed the scene of King Rodrick reprimanding Frey. His nose twitched like a hungry rodent, and he smiled at each person he knew in turn.
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Post by The Smith on Feb 5, 2009 16:32:05 GMT -5
The King laughed, "I appreciate you are not afraid of me... but you talk to much. What the fuck do you mean, and if you speak for too long I will punch out your fucking teeth." He drank from the open bottle in his hand.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Feb 5, 2009 16:40:28 GMT -5
"I mean Lyreon Barclay is a traitorous piece of shit who doesn't deserve any dignity for leading his Small Folk into a conflict he knew he'd never win. If he wanted to go out with glory, he could've sailed for King's Landing or duel you, not sit in his keep in comfort while we march over his fields and docks. He's a coward and a traitor, so I treat him that way."
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Post by The Smith on Feb 5, 2009 16:53:13 GMT -5
The King shook his head, "You just do not understand the inherent beauty of war. A man can not truly know his value until he faces an enemy across a battlefield. Leading your small folk to war is the greatest favor you can do them." The King shook his head, "The only disservice Barclay did them was by bending over and taking it up the ass with out any actual battle. A man should resist that." The King looked at Victor, "I can understand why you wouldn't understand. Let him up. He is not a dog. He is my guest and since he dies tomorrow he should have a good time tonight."
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Feb 5, 2009 17:00:06 GMT -5
He hesitated, before ordering his guards to remove the ghastly armour. He took the severed hand from its case and wth only a little effort, removed the family ring from it and gently placed it on Lyreon's remaining ring finger. "Keep an eye on him, boys... especially after that Lefford incident. Don't want him learning how good he is with one hand and a sharp fork."
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Post by Sam on Feb 5, 2009 21:16:08 GMT -5
Lord Samuel Tarly arrived alone. at the Lannister mansion for their party, dressed in a simple green doublet trimmed with black. He nodded his greetings to Lord Irwyn, smiling at his sister, and then stopped short when he saw Barclay. The look on his face could be described as being torn between amusement and disgust, each emotion warring for supremacy.
"Lord Lannister," he said, greeting the host. "You've built a majestic den for yourself here. I find myself forgetting that we're still in this cesspit of a city," he added with a grin.
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Post by Erik on Feb 5, 2009 21:21:33 GMT -5
Tyberion gets a broad grin on his face at the compliment. "Then I've succeeded," He replies to Tarly, "It cost a fair bit, but what's some expense if it's put to good use?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.