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Post by Sam on Aug 9, 2009 17:58:25 GMT -5
"For certes, the Far Reach is important to me, as much of the nobility ar e my wife's kin but, to speak frankly, most of them do not think highly of your family so I do not think the Lords of the Reach would have much interest in restoring the Shields to the Mander," Aaron replied.
"If I did choose to support you, what course of action would you take to return the islands to your control? A debate between you and Greyjoy, or a duel perhaps?"
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Post by Tallahar on Aug 9, 2009 18:05:58 GMT -5
"I think it is the debate. The Queen is the one who will decide. I'd hoped that whatever dislike you the Lords of the Far Reach felt for my family would not matter when there is a worse enemy not that far away."
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Post by Sam on Aug 9, 2009 18:09:45 GMT -5
"The grudge that the men of the Reach hold against you is not my grudge, my lord, so I bear you no ill will. However, I do not see the point of lending my support to a debate sponsored by the Queen, since I am fairly certain that the Ironborn will not leave the Shields without fighting for them," he replied.
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Post by Tallahar on Aug 9, 2009 18:17:43 GMT -5
"If the Queen decides that they are to returned Lord Greyjoy refuses he becomes a traitor. Does that not have some power. Whether they fight for them or not is there decision."
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Post by Sam on Aug 9, 2009 18:37:56 GMT -5
"I do not believe the Queen's word holds much weight, to tell it true. I would be willing to lend the soldiers at my command to dislodge the Ironborn from the Shields; however if they are bought with the blood of Reachmen I would expect one of them should be bequeathed on a Reachman," he said candidly, studying Dawnrose's reaction to the words.
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Post by Tallahar on Aug 9, 2009 18:40:00 GMT -5
"Who do you have in mind for this? I know some of the Houses who ruled the Sheilds still exist but I believe not all of them exist anymore."
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Post by Sam on Aug 9, 2009 19:14:55 GMT -5
"I do not know, perhaps we can wait until they are reclaimed before the awards are distributed. We shall see who fights well enough to be deserving of a Lordship and an Island," Aaron said pragmatically.
"But still we put the cart before the horse. I assume you will wait until your debate with Greyjoy before assembling any men? The Queen might take it as an affront if we defy and attack the islands without talking about it first," he added, rolling his eyes.
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Post by Tallahar on Aug 9, 2009 19:21:09 GMT -5
"I would hope that it won't come to invasion. I plan to go to Kings Landing and speak to the Hand and hopefully the Queen when she returns from the Vale."
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Post by Sam on Aug 9, 2009 22:06:09 GMT -5
"The Queen can no more tell Lord Greyjoy to vacate the Islands than she can tell me to disavow my marriage and leave the Far Reach. Her authority is crippled by her inability to command men," Aaron said. He'd often been told as a boy that he would one day regret his unwavering candor, but he'd yet to do so and could not change his nature even if he wished to.
"If it comes to a fight, which it obviously will, you will have my support as per the terms we spoke of. You may tell the queen that my Lady wife and I support you in your position, for the help it will avail you," he added, with a smile that indicated he did not believe talking could solve the problem. "Is there aught else to speak of? My Lady wife is pregnant again, and I would tend to her, if we've no further business."
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Post by Tallahar on Aug 10, 2009 21:11:46 GMT -5
Edmure had taken enough of Aaron's complaining of the Queen and thought it better to leave now, "I shall return after my visit to Kings Landing."
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Post by Sam on Aug 21, 2009 16:00:18 GMT -5
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Ser Aaron Royce, and an entourage of one hundred knights, rides out of Horn Hill, escorting a large and unwieldy carriage that carried the pregnant Lady Tarly, and some of her things. The party turned north toward the capital, making a slow pace, leaving the five hundred men garrisoned in Horn Hill under the command of Ser Danwell Costayne, the long-serving Master of Horse.
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Post by Sam on Sept 19, 2009 21:30:08 GMT -5
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Upon learning of his father's arrest and subsequent wounding, Ser Aaron leaves Horn Hill, riding alone on his fastest horse headed for the capital. Heartsbane hangs from his back as his horse's hoofs tear up the unpaved Roseroad.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Oct 8, 2009 14:41:06 GMT -5
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As Oswell's forces move into position Oswell and his standard bearer ride before the gate. The fly the flags of House Tully and Hightower beneath the royal dragon.
Oswell calls up to the walls. "Bring your commander forth, so I may speak with him!"
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Post by Sam on Oct 8, 2009 16:11:45 GMT -5
There is a rustling sound from atop the walls, and then a moment later scores of arrows arc into the air, as Horn Hill's archers fired down at Tully and his standard-bearers.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 8, 2009 16:16:08 GMT -5
Tully has time to open his eyes as the arrows come down. He is hit three times, and his horse dies screaming. The standard bearers go down immediately. Men rush forward with shields to try and cover Tully, but before they can reach him the second barrage does, and then the third.
Lord Oswell Tully dies before the gates of Horn Hill.
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Hope you all are well and happy.