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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Jul 6, 2009 6:31:52 GMT -5
"Oh? I was busy running the largest House in Dorne, so I might have forgotten who you built sandcastles with. Speaking of which..." Trystane strolled up with his little legs and finest clothes to greet them, an Yronwood maester always nearby. He grabbed onto Gaspard's legs, prompting him to pick him up. "Trystane, I told you not to do that in public. Yronwood men are hard, cold bastards with no love in their hearts and blood like the sands of Dorne!"
"Bastards..." repeated the little boy in his lap.
"Now say 'hello' to uncle Gerald."
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Post by Aerys on Jul 6, 2009 8:05:01 GMT -5
Prince Aegon Targaryen arrived with his nephew and squire Valarr Velaryon and two of his closest followers - father and son Ser Aerys Velaryon and Ser Maekar Velaryon.
The Targaryen Prince looked impressive, dressed in black and silver chain-mail under a black surcoat emblazoned with a red-gold dragon. His long silver gold hair was usually tied back in a long pony-tail in the field, but today his freshly barbered hair flowed in a long shimmering waterfall over his broad shoulders.
Aegon's clean-shaven face grimaced as he entered, but he steeled himself to contunue down the central aisle of the Great Sept, greeting those who spoke to him politely.
As he was not a member of the Rhaeny's immediate household and they had already occupied the front seats, the Prince took took a seat as close to the front as he could. His three followers seated themselves around him.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jul 6, 2009 8:39:18 GMT -5
After growing bored of sitting by himself Oswell stands up and walks towards where Thatcher sits with his new bride. "Lord Thatcher I presume, I am Oswell Tully. Is this seat taken," Oswell asks gesturing to the seat next to Talyn.
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Post by The Flint on Jul 6, 2009 8:42:09 GMT -5
"It is indeed taken, by you milord," Talyn gestured at the seat. "How did you fair in the West?"
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jul 6, 2009 8:46:24 GMT -5
Oswell smiles and sits down next the the new-made lord. "The deeds to be done in the West were...successful. We destroyed he Cult force there, and I believe I caught a glimpse at how shaky the Western alliance is with us."
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Post by The Flint on Jul 6, 2009 8:46:40 GMT -5
Talyn smirked, "Generally subservient lords are not described as being... in alliance, so that alone suggests we are poorly off. But tell me your story Lord Tully, it may prove instructive."
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jul 6, 2009 8:55:11 GMT -5
"When we came to the Golden Tooth I asked to simply speak with their lord. Instead of letting me in their castellan, a man known as Ser Justin, told me that his lord could not hear me. Seeing I would receive no help I ordered my men to move on south towards Dustwind. The entire time they mocked us from the walls."
Oswell still grew angry at the memory. "It is not a good sign, not when the Queen asks them to aid me. What we found at Dustwind was troubling...and what we had to do was even more so."
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Post by The Flint on Jul 6, 2009 8:59:12 GMT -5
Talyn raised an eyebrow, "what happened Lord Tully, that unnerves you?"
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jul 6, 2009 9:05:34 GMT -5
Oswell shook his head, obviously shaken and ashamed. "When we got there we saw a small village with some men, but mostly women and children. I thought it would be best if I simply rode down to talk with them, find out who was leading them. As soon as we got within bow range they fired at us, cut down to of my men before we were able to make a retreat."
Oswell sighed before going on. "I ordered a charge, I should not have made the mistake to think them simple peasants. We cut them down, every last one. They were armed to the last child, every one of them fighting us. In the end we had killed all four hundred of them, only losing ten of our own. I have no doubt the Gods will have their revenge...I ordered the killing of women and children..." Oswell looked off in the distance, clearly haunted by the sights he had brought on.
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Post by Marie on Jul 6, 2009 9:10:54 GMT -5
Recognition dawned in his eyes, which did wonders to relieve the coldness of his manner. "Obara? Of course you know me, its Gaspard, Gaspard Yronwood. I apologize, these events are full of people looking for quick status." He gestured to the chair beside him. "Please, sit with me. Be my bodyguard for a moment or two." Obara laughed. "i, a bodyguard? You want my sister Jeyne for that, except she's busy elsewhere. How are you, Gaspard? It's been many long years since childhood, and Jeyne and I spent most of them in exile." |
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Post by The Flint on Jul 6, 2009 9:11:05 GMT -5
Talyn shook his head sadly, "You ordered the killing of armed fanatics who would not have hesitated to murder you and everyone you love, Lord Tully. It is a ghastly thing, and I will not say that it would not be haunting. I believe it would haunt me too. But the responsibility rests not with you, but with the monsters who put weapons in the hands of women and children and sent them at your throat. If there was another recourse, I do not see it."
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Jul 6, 2009 9:27:06 GMT -5
Obara laughed. "i, a bodyguard? You want my sister Jeyne for that, except she's busy elsewhere. How are you, Gaspard? It's been many long years since childhood, and Jeyne and I spent most of them in exile." "Busy. I found someone else to be my bride, as you can see." Trystane in his lap looked up at her, probably wondering who she is. |
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jul 6, 2009 9:33:03 GMT -5
Talyn shook his head sadly, "You ordered the killing of armed fanatics who would not have hesitated to murder you and everyone you love, Lord Tully. It is a ghastly thing, and I will not say that it would not be haunting. I believe it would haunt me too. But the responsibility rests not with you, but with the monsters who put weapons in the hands of women and children and sent them at your throat. If there was another recourse, I do not see it." "You are right of course Lord Thatcher. I had little other choice in the matter, but it does not erase the memories." Oswell looked Talyn in the eyes, "I am glad you did not turn out to be your father's son. Harrenhal will do well with a lord like yourself. Speaking of which, I wanted to thank you for selling the stone you will be taking from Harrenhal to me. You have saved my workers much time and energy in the quarry." |
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Post by The Flint on Jul 6, 2009 9:35:28 GMT -5
"No, the memories are yours to keep I'm afraid," Talyn admitted, "As to the sale of stone, it was my pleasure Lord Tully. It does me little good in any case, and would be a shame to waste it when you are in need. Your offer on price was far more generous than necessary, but I thank you."
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jul 6, 2009 9:41:12 GMT -5
"Aye, you are right in that, they are my own to keep," Oswell said with a sad smile. "I could not in good conscience accept the price you asked. It was far to low for the stone used to construct Harrenhal. I decided it was in my interest reward such generosity, we are after-all allies, and hopefully friends in due time. Our allies are few, and we must look out for each others well-being. How is your construction project coming along?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.