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Post by The Smith on Jun 15, 2009 18:45:46 GMT -5
Rhaenys followed, wondered where she was meant to be going. She was worried at their attitude to her but knew it couldn't be allowed to show. Rhaenys is lead to a large pavilion. There are many men gathered around it in a large semi-circle. Three men are seated. Every eye is on the Queen as she approached. To the left if Lord Rodrick Mallister, a man of average height, and black just fleck with hints of gray. His beard his full, and he stares at the Queen with a sneer. In the center is Lord Brynden Royce, a tall weathered man, with white hair, but still wearing his full plate easily. His face has new scars on it, but it shows not emotion. The Final seat holds Lord Eustace Baratheon, tall with long curly brown hair, and beard. His famed war hammer leaned again his seat, and he offers the queen a brief smile as she approached. They did not speak, each just studied the Queen. |
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Post by The Smith on Jun 15, 2009 18:48:20 GMT -5
"Lord Tully looks for allies against the Thatcher bastard, whether you swear to Selwyn or Rhaenys, he cares not. As I said, he seeks allies below the neck. Would you be willing to tell me of your intentions so I could relay them to lord Tully?" "We will help you to bring down Thatcher, but a warning. The Dornish, Reachmen and Westermer are not really with him. They want to aid this Queen of yours in bringing him in. They seek political concessions for their aid though." said Lord Baratheon. |
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 15, 2009 18:53:13 GMT -5
Simon smiles, "Lord Tully will welcome this news well. It's no surprise to me that these other men want something in return for their allegiance, even so it will help to know they are allies as well as you. Do you have any message in return for Lord Tully? For now he stays out of sight until an opportunity presents itself."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 15, 2009 18:57:01 GMT -5
Lord Baratheon shook his head, "Tell Lord Tully that he and his men are welcome here if they come in peace, but to not bring more then a hundred within ten miles. Tell him there is a bazaar in front of Harrenhal that all are welcome to trade at. So if he wants to gather intelligence on Thatcher that is easily achieved."
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Post by Marie on Jun 15, 2009 18:57:51 GMT -5
Rhaenys followed, wondered where she was meant to be going. She was worried at their attitude to her but knew it couldn't be allowed to show. Rhaenys is lead to a large pavilion. There are many men gathered around it in a large semi-circle. Three men are seated. Every eye is on the Queen as she approached. To the left if Lord Rodrick Mallister, a man of average height, and black just fleck with hints of gray. His beard his full, and he stares at the Queen with a sneer. In the center is Lord Brynden Royce, a tall weathered man, with white hair, but still wearing his full plate easily. His face has new scars on it, but it shows not emotion. The Final seat holds Lord Eustace Baratheon, tall with long curly brown hair, and beard. His famed war hammer leaned again his seat, and he offers the queen a brief smile as she approached. They did not speak, each just studied the Queen. She was not surprised to see the expressions on the faces of Mallister and Royce but Baratheon's smile gave her hope. Then again, he was Selwyn's own brother. "My lords," she said courteously. "Thank you for agreeing to see me. Will you help me drive the Cult out of Westeros?" |
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Post by The Smith on Jun 15, 2009 19:00:31 GMT -5
Lord Mallister leaned forward and asked, "Who are you?" He chuckled, and leaned back in his seat he glanced at the other two men, but neither returned his gaze.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 15, 2009 19:02:17 GMT -5
Simon bowed, "Thank you milord, your time has been most helpful. I will carry on your message to my lord. Good day milord." Simon leaves the town riding hard to the southeast for the Tully camp.
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Post by Marie on Jun 16, 2009 5:45:47 GMT -5
She fought back rising irritation and kept a pleasant expression on her face.
"Rhaenys of House Targaryen, daughter of Queen Saella, the Queen who came to save your lands from the Others, my lords. I am, furthermore, the bearer of Blackfyre, the sword of Aegon the Conqueror."
She touched a hand to the hilt of Blackfyre at her side.
"I would defeat this remaining threat to Westeros and work with you all to bring us a land of peace and prosperity."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 16, 2009 7:45:55 GMT -5
Lord Rorce leaned forward, "You are carefully parsing your message for us Rhaenys Targaryen. Why do you mince your words so?"
Lord Mallister grinned wickedly, "You afraid to call your self queen to our face girl?"
Lord Eustace glanced at the man of the eagle, "Rod, that is a bit much I think. Let the woman explain herself."
Mallister rolled his eyes and nodded.
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Post by Sam on Jun 16, 2009 9:19:14 GMT -5
Ser Aaron and his Valemen arrive at lord Horroway's town, and immediately seek an audience with his lord father, Brynden Royce. In the camp, they meet up with Ser Selwyn Stone who had arrived a few days prior, and the brothers set off for their father's pavilion.
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Post by Marie on Jun 16, 2009 15:43:19 GMT -5
Rhaenys bestowed a smile upon Lord Baratheon.
"I appreciate your hearing me out, my lords. I am not afraid to call myself queen. Indeed, all those who fought the Others beyond the Wall have knelt to me and acknowledged me as such. I would urge you all to do the same, so that we might fight under one banner - the dragon banner - and drive out the evil that is the Cult."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 16, 2009 17:28:09 GMT -5
Ser Aaron and his Valemen arrive at lord Horroway's town, and immediately seek an audience with his lord father, Brynden Royce. In the camp, they meet up with Ser Selwyn Stone who had arrived a few days prior, and the brothers set off for their father's pavilion. They are admitted to Lord Royce's Pavilion. |
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Post by The Smith on Jun 16, 2009 17:30:23 GMT -5
Rhaenys bestowed a smile upon Lord Baratheon. "I appreciate your hearing me out, my lords. I am not afraid to call myself queen. Indeed, all those who fought the Others beyond the Wall have knelt to me and acknowledged me as such. I would urge you all to do the same, so that we might fight under one banner - the dragon banner - and drive out the evil that is the Cult." Brynden spoke, "I will give you and yours credit. Saella was even kin to me. But so is Selwyn. Why must the Dragon banner fly, in Westeros it is customary to marry into the man's house." He frowned, "What other customs do you plan on throwing by the wayside?" Eustace stared at the Queen and asked off point, "How does my brother fare?" |
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Post by Marie on Jun 16, 2009 18:08:28 GMT -5
She hid her surprise that they knew of her betrothal already.
"Selwyn is well," she answered Eustace. "The rest of the army travels with him. And Lord Royce, I hope I may most of the customs of Westeros may remain intact. It's not my desire to make more changes than I must. As to the matter of my name, I am sure you are acquainted with at least one heiress who had to keep her own name after marriage in order to keep the line going. It's the same thing, really."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 16, 2009 18:12:21 GMT -5
Royce nodded grudgingly.
Mallister waved that away, "I do not want some crazy dragoness ruling. Let Selwyn have the command, and I will follow. I do not know you, but your line has been a blight on our realm."
Eustace chuckled, "You would be hard pressed to find a much better Baratheon king, Rod."
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Hope you all are well and happy.