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Post by The Flint on Oct 30, 2009 21:04:04 GMT -5
The marsh swamp that is called the Neck.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 30, 2009 21:04:33 GMT -5
A small squad of troops has entered the Neck's bogs and marshes, only a few miles away from the encampment of Old Dog Hill. They fly a peace banner along with the banner of Queen Rhaenys, and they make no secret of their presence.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 30, 2009 21:16:47 GMT -5
It is night when they are finally approached, "Dragonsworn you have lost your way." A young warrior with a trident stood there smiling.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 30, 2009 21:20:52 GMT -5
"No, good ser, we have not," The young lieutenant replies, "We have a message for your master, Lord Reed, from our Lord Thatcher. A request for a meeting, under banner of peace and oaths of free passage. You may hear what our representative has to say, accept or reject as suits you best, and than we can continue with hostilities, if there be need,' The lieutenant said. He was glad now that Ser William had made him practice the speech repeatedly.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 30, 2009 21:24:04 GMT -5
"Does he wish to surrender to my Lord?" The man asked.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 30, 2009 21:28:13 GMT -5
The lieutenant smiled slightly, "No. Surrender is not an issue up for discussion, but I do not know any further details. If you decline, you may simply say so, and we will depart."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 30, 2009 21:31:42 GMT -5
"Those are awful vague conditions to commit treason for."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 30, 2009 21:36:36 GMT -5
"To parlay with the enemy is not treason against your liegelord, and as you have already committed treason against your Queen, I do not think you shy on that account," the young soldier said, "I can tell you that the offer will be worth hearing, and not even the Freys are so avaricious as to charge a man a fee for listening. So have your lord send a representative to hear our proposal, and make a decision or not based on what they hear."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 30, 2009 21:57:59 GMT -5
"We accept." The man turned and walked away,
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Post by The Flint on Oct 30, 2009 22:09:08 GMT -5
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At a open area of pasture, just outside the edge of the bogs, Old Dog Hill waits, with three men, each one holding a Standard. one a peace banner, one a Traitors' Sons banner, and one the Queen's Dragon standard.
They are waiting out of bow range from the darkness of the forest, and behind them, also out of bow range, are a squad of troops, including some archers.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 31, 2009 12:01:56 GMT -5
A single man walks out of the muck and swamp. He stops into the clearing alone and unarmed, and approaches the the group.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 31, 2009 12:04:48 GMT -5
Ser William Hill, "The Old Dog," gazed down from his horse, and seeing that the man was on foot, dismounted so that they would be equal. He raised his hand in a salute of greeting.
"Welcome, and I thank you for coming. I'm William Hill, and I speak on behalf of my lord Talyn Thatcher, and through him, on behalf of the Queen. I am authorized to make an offer on their behalf. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?
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Post by The Smith on Oct 31, 2009 12:28:08 GMT -5
"I am Lorax. I speak for the Reeds." The man replied easily.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 31, 2009 12:38:11 GMT -5
"Very good. I'm not a good man for speeches and the like, so if it's alright with you, I'll present the offer as plainly as I know how, and you can decide the value of it. Fair?" He waits for the man to nod ascent and than continues.
"Your master once held Queen Rhaenys at the gates of Moat Cailen, and bargained for passage through. We would do so again. In exchange for safe passage through the neck, and in exchange for the knowledge of Moat Cailen's secrets and passages so that we may take her in assault, we will name the Reeds Wardens of the North, with all appropriate rights and privileges. If Lady Beatrice refuses to bend the knee, she will be subjected to the appropriate sanctions of Traitors, and thus, the position of Lord Paramount may become available as well. The great Olander Reed once ruled from Winterfell, the Northmen know the capable stewardship of your master's line." Old Dog cleared his throat,
"In exchange for this, you need not commit any battles, nor lose a single one of your Crannogmen. You need only not harass us from your swamps, and show us the entrances to the fortress."
"I will point out, that your Lady's defiance is not sustainable. Even if she were to rule in the North for a year, two years, or even a decade, Eventually she will fall. Our Queen has three dragons will hatch soon,"
Old Dog wasn't sure about that exactly, but he'd seen the fires burning outside Harrenhal, and anyway all eggs hatched eventually. " When that day comes, all traitors will burn, and no fortress, not even a great one such as your ancestors built, will be able to hold back the wrath. Better to profit now, while our position is less certain."
Old Dog finished,
"That's our position. What say you?"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 31, 2009 12:55:03 GMT -5
Lorax Reed thought for a moment, "We would be the worse kind of traitors if we accept your offer."
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5