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Post by The Darkness on Oct 25, 2012 13:36:40 GMT -5
The King has called a summit for all the Lords of the Riverlands, West, Reach, Stormlands, and Dorne. Everyone called is expected to attend or no changes will be granted to your land, this is word of the King.
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Post by Daentyn Toyne on Oct 25, 2012 13:44:58 GMT -5
A heavy thudding rumbles throughout the Red Keep, measured precisely as a musician's tempo. With such appropriate warning, a man dressed in cloth of black and gold, wearing a cloak embroidered with the winged heart of House Toyne, enters the great hall, sending a stopping signal over his shoulder with a flick of his wrist. A hundred footfalls cease at once, his knights stopping just outside the Keep.
Directly, the Lord of Harrenhal addresses the King. "Your Grace. I've come to sit in on the summit, if it please you. My son and Heir will be arriving shortly, if you will have us." He breathes deep, and continues. "In times such as these, it is wise to surround oneself with loyal friends. As ever, you have the full support and strength of House Toyne at your beckoning."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Oct 25, 2012 15:20:26 GMT -5
Lord Leobald entered, his son and lords behind him. They made their way their seats. "Jonnet on my left, Gerold the right. Others sort your chairs." He took his seat.
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Post by kalashnikov on Oct 25, 2012 15:41:07 GMT -5
Entering into the Red Keep Lord Randon Tarly takes note of the hundred or so Toyne men. He signals his own entourage of a dozen men, including Ser Aran Oakheart, to wait outside.
He enters the hall with Lord Leobald Tyrell, and at Lord Tyrell's signalling takes his seat.
"A hundred knights is quite the way to greet guest at a peace summit Toyne."
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 25, 2012 15:44:12 GMT -5
Gerold frowned at the large number of knights from his position next to Tyrell. He signaled for his bodyguard to stay by his side and looked over his notes concerning the personalities and mannerisms of other lords, flipping through them last minute after having reviewed them the night before.
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Post by Daentyn Toyne on Oct 25, 2012 16:01:28 GMT -5
The Lord of Harrenhal cast a sidelong glance at Lord Tarly, offering a small smile. "Worry not; half of the men outside are to be offered up as Gold Cloaks to further ensure the safety of King's Landing. The other half are acting as my escort to and from Harrenhal." It had been a suggestion of his son's, in truth. Daentyn had anticipated issues of the combative sort in the city; indeed, the young man had witnessed a murder earlier that day.
"Alas, it is pleasant to see my fellow Lords in good health."
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Post by kalashnikov on Oct 25, 2012 16:22:29 GMT -5
Lord Tarly listens to Lord Toyne's explanation. Satisfied with his explanation he nods in acknowledgment.
"And to you the same Lord Toyne."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 25, 2012 17:12:26 GMT -5
Lord Tybolt Lannister entered, clad in the red and gold of his house. He wore the Lannister sword, Brightroar, at his waist. He, unlike the others, had only one man accompanying him; his Maester from Casterly Rock. Tybolt took his seat among the other lords, bowing his head to each of them, only the slightest of nods in recognition from the great Lannister Lord.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Oct 25, 2012 17:23:16 GMT -5
Trajan Blackfyre entered the chambers and took a seat, the candlelight around him seeming to dim before returning to normal as he passed.
He flashed a charming smile as he sat, his outer appearance hiding whatever five years in Asshai had left beneath. The heir to Dragonstone was dressed in a fine double in his house colors, the three headed black dragon plain on his surcoat. On the ring finger of his right hand was a palladium singet ring with an obsidian gemstone, the same black dragon carved into its smooth surface. He had come unarmed, befitting peace talks such as these.
Trajan's violet eyes shifted from one lord to the next. He could hear their heartbeats, the blood rushing in their veins. Tensions had left their pulses high. He smirked, the war having affected Dragonstone little, his attendance more out of curiosity than necessity.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 25, 2012 17:49:57 GMT -5
Tybolt searched the faces of the men. All minor lords, he thought to himself. Where are the lords paramount? He smiled to Gerold Hightower, remembering the conversation they had had the other night. Peace it would be, if it could be managed. He longed for trade to resume it's course across the continent, unaffected by battles and bandits, and for the Gold Road to be safe again.
He noticed the young Blackfyre enter, nodding to him as he had to the others and regarding him coolly.
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Oct 25, 2012 17:58:47 GMT -5
Lord Todric Tully enters, wine in hand, with his young squire. He and the boy are unarmed and dressed in the most regal of attire. The squire is holding a large decanter of wine, filling Todric's glass as soon as it gets low.
He smiles and nods to Tyrell and Lannister, glad to see his allies from this war have already arrived.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 25, 2012 18:07:10 GMT -5
And then there were three, mused Tybolt, a wry smile on his face. Tully and Tyrell, his neighbors to the north and south...his allies. Where were the others? He longed to spit in the far of that Dornish bastard. "Tully! Still drinking I see," Tybolt called by way of greeting, breaking the ominous silence in the room. "I hope you brought enough to share? Perhaps some of our dear friend Redwyne's vintage?"
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Oct 25, 2012 18:21:58 GMT -5
"Haha, you know me too well Lannister, it is of course arbor gold!" Todric replies probably too loudly for a pretty silient room. "Boy, show some manners and get Lord Lannister a cup." He commands of his squire.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 25, 2012 18:43:56 GMT -5
The King stands. "Gentlemen. As you may have heard that there was a issue in Kings Landing today from men from House Dayne, and men from House Braken." He said. "This petty fighting needs to stop, innocents were killed in this fight." The King Slams his fist into the table. "I will not have such petty blood shed in my city over nothing. Understand." The kings words rung loud and fearful over the summit doors.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 25, 2012 19:07:04 GMT -5
Lannister smiled as Tully's squire filled a glass for him, raising it in a silent toast to his friend and ally as the king began to speak.
After listening carefully, sipping the sweet golden wine, Tybolt spoke up. "The men must be brought to justice. Both sides. Perhaps seeing them sway from the hangmans noose will be discouraging enough to the rest while we hammer out our treaties."
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