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Post by Helyn Caron on May 28, 2011 10:07:16 GMT -5
Helyns hands flew to her face in shock and horror
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Post by Tallahar on May 28, 2011 10:11:40 GMT -5
Alaric quickly leaves the small group of Toland's and runs over to Lord Rhodri, "What sort trearchery is this." Alaric looks around for a weapon to arm himself.
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on May 28, 2011 17:51:56 GMT -5
Renly shepherded his sisters behind him. Jenna had a horrified look on her face. Iolande was calmer, but had paled.
"Stay here." he said urgently. His eyes followed a man dressed in black, red and white who had moved across towards a lord who, clearly high born by his dress, was searching two corpses. The high born lord was surrounded by a loose screen of guards.
Renly spread his arms to them to show that he was unarmed.
"Do you require assistance my lord?" he called to the man searching the corpses.
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Post by Marie on May 29, 2011 15:21:24 GMT -5
The Toland party had run forward as wel, Viviane to the fore. All of them were outlwardly calm and when Viviane sp0oke her voice was cool, businesslike.
"Is there anything we can do?"
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Post by Horas on May 30, 2011 22:22:02 GMT -5
The Redwynes stay off to the side, murmuring amongst themselves and looking around warily at the other guests.
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2011 17:09:14 GMT -5
Piers Bettley, and ten Goldcloaks enter the ball, and storm their way to Lord Royce. Piers say to Rhodri in a voice loud enough to carry, "Erik Tyrell, and Lord Micheal Dondarrion were murdered this evening. Tyrell on the streets, and Dondarrion in his home."
Rhodri winced, and frowned. "Seal the city, no one leaves until this matter is dealt with."
Piers snickered, and said, "Of course not." He bowed, and whispered into the ear of a gold cloak, who left the hall immediately.
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2011 19:54:44 GMT -5
The Flints had daggers in their hands the moment screams broke out, but as they scanned the room, it seemed obvious that there was to be no further violence.
"They sure know how to throw a feast, here' in the 'Landing," Ramsay said to no one in particular.
Summer squeezed Helyn's hand protectively.
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Post by Horas on Jun 1, 2011 0:25:49 GMT -5
As the Master of Coin storms into the room, the Stonecrab whispers something into Ryon Redwyne's ear, who nods slightly.
Ranulf Redwyne shakes his head, finds a chair, kicks his feet up, and grabs the strongest bottle of wine he can find. "This bloody fucking city," he says, loud enough to be overheard, as he tilts the bottle back.
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Jun 1, 2011 2:51:37 GMT -5
As the news of Lord Dondarrion's death was broken, a look of dismay broke over Renly's face. They had come specifically to Kings Landing to meet with the Lord Paramount of the Stormlands. His death changed everything - both their reason for being in Kings Landing at all and certainly in the Stormlands.
Renly knew he would have to find Eldon, to break the news to him and a raven would need to be sent to his father to inform him as soon as possible.
He returned to where his sisters were standing. "We will need to leave here." he said.
Iolande caught his meaning immediately. "We may be able to leave the feast, but I doubt we'll be able to leave the city - at least in the short term." she said in a low voice. "No-one will. Whoever was responsible...they will need to be caught. Other assassins may well be in the city."
Renly nodded glumly. "Still Eldon and our father must be told. Let's see if we able to go."
He looked around. From what he could see the hall didn't appear to be sealed off. He looked around for Helyn, but couldn't see her. Beckoning to his sisters to follow him, Renly started to move towards the entrance.
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Post by Helyn Caron on Jun 1, 2011 4:33:58 GMT -5
Helyn was stood near by with summer a little stunned
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Jun 1, 2011 6:37:37 GMT -5
As Renly began to move towards the entrance, he saw Helyn and Summer. He took a few steps towards Helyn.
"Cousin, it appears the feast is over. I fear the city has become a far more dangerous place for the likes of us, if great lords like Tyrell and Lord Dondarrion can be murdered in the streets or in their homes. Would you like to come with us? I can see you to your quarters, if you like, or you may stay with our company. Our mothers would never forgive me if harm came to you and I did little to prevent it."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 1, 2011 8:17:59 GMT -5
Summer squeezed Helyn's hand, the offer unspoken.
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Post by Helyn Caron on Jun 1, 2011 8:22:18 GMT -5
My sister arrives soon I must be here for her arrival." helyn said clutching summer
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Jun 1, 2011 9:21:48 GMT -5
"Heidi is in the city too?" asked Renly. "And coming here?"
He turned to his sisters, who were now looking apprehensive. Iolande inclined her head towards the door.
Renly sighed in exasperation and turned back to Helyn.
"I can only suggest of course, but you and your sister may well be safer with us. My brother commands thirty men here in the city. And that number doesn't include my cousin Ser Erron Gower who is also with us."
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Post by Helyn Caron on Jun 1, 2011 9:25:39 GMT -5
"I feel quite safe here, I have made a number of friends and I would rather be in my apartments for when Heidi arrives."
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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