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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jul 3, 2009 15:34:13 GMT -5
Oswell ignores the man atop the wall, and rides back to the main army with a stone look on his face. He orders the army to get moving south and sits atop his horse as the column moves on. He stares with contempt at the Golden Tooth and the men atop the walls, making an oath to see them screaming for mercy one day. As the last of Aegon's men make their way past Oswell gallops to the head of the army and puts it all behind him.
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Post by House Dustin on Oct 17, 2009 18:11:22 GMT -5
Conwell's Lannister reaches the Westerlands on the River Road. Conwell rests only briefly before continuing deeper into the West.
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Post by Marie on Oct 22, 2009 9:42:55 GMT -5
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Queen Rhaenys, Jeyne Ladybright and a dozen Targaryen men at arms ride up to Goldentooth.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 22, 2009 9:50:31 GMT -5
They are admitted quickly, and Lord Lefford comes out to met the Queen. He bows deeply to her, "Your Grace it is an honor to host you." He turned, and walked toward the castle, "Lord Tyberion has arrived, and would have come to greet you as well, but his leg."
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Post by Marie on Oct 22, 2009 10:08:47 GMT -5
Yes, thought Rhaenys. His leg. Always his damned leg! I'm sick of his excuses. But she only smiled.
"Thank you, Lord Lefford. I am pleased to meet you. Where is Lord Tyberion?"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 22, 2009 10:14:07 GMT -5
"In the Keep." Lord Lefford bowed, "If you will follow me, I will take you to him." He began to walk into the keep.
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Post by Marie on Oct 22, 2009 10:16:31 GMT -5
Rhaenys followed, Jeyne at her side and the men following behind.
"My lord," she said. "I am hungry. Are you able to provide some refreshment while I speak with Lord Tyberion?"
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Post by The Flint on Oct 22, 2009 10:17:01 GMT -5
Old Dog gestured to his men to follow their Queen, providing the outer layer of security. He wished that the Queen would have told someone she was riding all the way to the Westerlands. He'd not brought a change of clothing.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 22, 2009 10:20:24 GMT -5
Lefford nodded, "Of course Your Grace." Lefford grabbed servants, and gave the order as he marched through the keep. It took several moments to reach the solar where Tyberion Lannister waited.
Tyberion smiled at the queen, and bowed his head. "Your Grace. It is always a pleasure to gaze upon your radiance."
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Post by Marie on Oct 22, 2009 10:37:55 GMT -5
She gritted her teeth at his sychophantic comment. He said all those things and then failed to back up his words with his deeds.
"You are kind to say so, my lord, but my mirror proves the lie of your words. I know well that I am too tired and too pale of late. That is the peril of rank though."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 22, 2009 10:41:44 GMT -5
"I have heard of humility but you seem to take it too far." Tyberion replied, "There is not a man in your Kingdom who would not fight his way through an army of Others for a kiss from those lips."
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Post by Marie on Oct 22, 2009 10:47:11 GMT -5
Rhaenys smiled. The compliment was hideously out of place.
"You have a silver tonue, Lord Tyberion, but you do not seem particularly willing to slay an Other for me. I know you cannot fight, of course, but there are other things you might be able to do, if only you would choose to do so."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 22, 2009 10:50:47 GMT -5
"I would slay an army of others if you asked it." Tyberion smiled, "But you have not asked that of me. You have not asked anything of me."
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Post by Marie on Oct 22, 2009 11:06:04 GMT -5
""Well then, why did you not send more men with Owen?" Rhaenys asked. "One hundred and fifty men is a small number compared to the many at your disposal as Lord Paramount of the West."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 22, 2009 11:08:30 GMT -5
"Those one hundred and fifty were enough to kill Prince Aldric, and return his men to Dorne." Tyberion smiled, "I am quite proud of my son's achievements."
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Hope you all are well and happy.