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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Oct 24, 2012 21:44:24 GMT -5
One of the seven gates to enter the city.
Todric Tully rides up the the gate, with his household guards and Lords and Ladys from the Riverlands that decided to join him after the feast at Riverrun.
"Fitting to enter through this gate when we are here for a peace summit on a war that raged for Gods." Todric says to Jory, whos rides next to him as captain of his guard.
"It certainly is my Lord." Jory answers, not really paying attention. He keeps sneaking glances at Bethany Ryger.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 24, 2012 21:49:50 GMT -5
She remains silent sitting in a carriage.
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Post by Ulrick Sand on Oct 26, 2012 14:18:09 GMT -5
It had taken a while, but Ulrick had finally reached King's Landing, with Arthur Hightower and a smattering of guards in tow. I really hope the peace summit is going well, he thought, events like this make me worry for Lord Edric. At least Lord Tyrell will be pleased to see his good friend returned safe and... moderately sound.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 26, 2012 19:03:57 GMT -5
Gerold rode out of the gate followed by his retinue. 50 Elite Soldiers, all hand-picked by the captain of his guard, and more than half of whom he knew by name. Luckily, they had been able to pack up relatively quickly, thanks to him not having settled in much to his manse.
Of course, unluckily, peace was nearly out of the question here. Someone was working behind a curtain to set the Kingdoms at war, and Gerold was having a hard time as it is keeping idiotic zealots in line. The odds were stacked impossibly against him, and he did not intend to get caught in the initial crossfire that would likely take place in the capital, considering the forces that everyone had brought. Even if that sort of thing didn't happen, every Warrior's Son or Red Priest would be screaming for blood after this. Gerold would return to the safety of The Hightower and plot from there. He nodded at the smaller party of men entering the city -
- before noticing a familiar face. Arthur. What in the name of The Seven was he doing here? The Dornish must have released him. He frowned and pondered leaving him to the chaos. No, he decided. Whatever had passed between him, Arthur was still his brother. Gerold would not let him die. He addressed the guards.
"By the seven? Is that..... ARTHUR HIGHTOWER? What have you people done with him? If you value peace between The Reach and Dorne, you will release my brother to me now." His words dripped venom.
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Post by Ulrick Sand on Oct 26, 2012 19:14:54 GMT -5
So, this is the Coldeye... Ulrick looked at the reportedly ruthless man before him, and he was not impressed. Lord Hightower seemed to be like any other man, except of course for that damned eye of his. Ulrick raised his arms to address the Coldeye. "Do not lose yourself to anger. Arthur Hightower was a lawful prisoner of Dorne, who we have chosen to release as a sign of goodwill. Take your brother now, we release him back to you."
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 26, 2012 19:34:44 GMT -5
Gerold took his weak, unconscious brother silently. His one eye stared at Sand, unblinking. "Thank you. And Good luck. You may need it." He rode off South, stopping for no man.
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 27, 2012 16:15:43 GMT -5
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Gerold rode into the city with his retinue of men. Time to enter the rat's nest. He tensed visibly. On his last visit here, it hadn't gone so well for him, And With no sons as of yet, he would be trapped here for the better part of a year. At any rate, he had no choice at this point. Hopefully this time would go better.
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Post by Iron King Vickon Greyjoy on Jan 7, 2013 2:33:02 GMT -5
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The Old Lord Codd had insisted that they travel by road. Best you appear as one amongst many. Arriving by sea will only set you apart. Vickon had grudgingly agreed. He rode at the head of their lot, with several guards flanking him. His sisters rode further behind, in the middle of their convoy. They had requested a carriage for their journey but Vickon had refused them. They were Ironborn after all. The city of King’s Landing lay before them now, glowing golden in the light of sunset. Vickon might have called the sight beautiful were it not for the large band of Goldcloaks awaiting their arrival. He sighed. I hate this place already.
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Post by Ser Simon Paege on Jan 11, 2013 19:40:49 GMT -5
Simon arrived at Kings Landing dressed in a dark cloak and riding atop his courser. He took notice of the many people, nobles and peasants alike, entering through the gate. Among them he took notice in particular of the ironborn. Best to keep my distance from them. He knew the ironborn had little love of rivermen.
"Now," he said to himself, "how am I to find Lord Tully in this big mess of a city?"
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Jan 12, 2013 16:23:26 GMT -5
Many of Lord Tully's men were told to wander the city waiting for Ser Simon's arrival.
One saw him as he went through the Gate of The Gods.
"Ser Simon Paege!" He said running over to him "Welcome to Kingslanding. Lord Tully is waiting for you... I hope you are not easily offended, our Lord stays in quite the unsavory place."
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Post by Ser Simon Paege on Jan 12, 2013 16:30:34 GMT -5
Simon had heard that Lord Tully liked to drink. "Very well, take me to Lord Tully, if you please."
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Jan 12, 2013 16:54:37 GMT -5
"Good, good follow me, Ser. Lord Tully has been looking forward to your arrival." He said as he hurried off to The Shaved Clam.
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