The Peace Summit

[Ser Gerik Connington]

Leo acted first. "Sheath your swords. Now. That is an order. Now sit down and listen." he said to his banner men. He turned to te knights who had rushed in. "Out! Get out!"

[Daentyn Toyne]

He presumes to rule them all with the threat of dragons.

Daentyn's lips pursed tightly. His family knew better than most the threat that the Royal beasts posed. Harrenhal, their home, had once been brought to an ashen end by the dreaded dragon fire. Its restoration had taken near a century, and even then one could not pass beneath its walls without spying scorch marks in many a castle corner. Effective though Trajan's proclamation might be, it irked him. Let His Grace make royal threats, or the Hand. Not you. The summit had suddenly lost its true purpose.

[Ser Gerik Connington]

Leo saw many lords not sitting. "Sit down, my lords. None of you can contend with dragon fire. Remember Harrenhal?" he sat back and smiled. "A great castle brought to ruin by fire. Many a keep are smaller than Hareenhal and will burn just as well. Me, I prefer the beauty of Highgarden to ashes. Now sit my lords."

[Prince Edric Martell]

Edric remained seated, with eyes wide open. They claim to be Lords but behave like Dothraki, the only thing missing are bells in their hair. The thought of all of them with long hairs with bells made him smile, but soon realized that this was no time for silly thoughts.

[kalashnikov]

Lord Randon Tarly, hearing the words of his liege lord sheathed Heartsbane. Turning to his men he said, "Thank you that will be all."

Ser Oakheart and the rest of the Tarly men-at-arms sheathed their blades and exited the great hall. Lord Tarly took his seat but kept Heartsbane close by.

[Lord Tybolt Lannister]

Lord Lannister sneered at the Blackfyre. A noble house made of royal bastards...no illustrious name like Lannister. But with the threat of dragons, of course the men would listen to the silverhaired Trajan and not the golden Tybolt. He sheathed the sword and went to sit, but the chair was in the floor. "Pick the damn thing up," he hissed to a servant, cowering in the corner of the room. The servant did so and he took his place again.

"As I said, we are even now. Both the religious leaders are dead... By the gods, someone take their bodies to the silent sisters!" The bodies stank...he could not abide a stink.

[Lord Damon Arryn]

Outside the door to the hall the ringing of metal hitting the floors of the hall can be heard. Damon enters, his blue cloak displaying the Arryn symbol flowing behind him. At his waist, his longsword is sheathed, the pommel resembles an eagle. Flanking him are two heavily armored knights, both wearing tabards that also display the Arryn symbol, and a simple helmet. Damon brushes aside his cloak to reveal a set of armor. Two more pairs of feet are heard as a second pair of knights enter the hall, wearing across their black armor, the Arryn symbol. On their backs are black cloaks streaked with blue. Their faces are covered by helmets. Short swords are at their waists, and a shield is strapped to their back. Damon looks around the hall and chuckles, "Am I late?"

[Lord Todric Tully]

"Today this summit is over." Todric says to everyone, but mostly to Lannister. "We should continue this later on I do not want to give up on peace. My people want it, despite what Bracken has shown."
Todric glares at Martell. So an enemy finally shows. He is more upset still at Dayne. "Tyrell, Lannister. We should speak in private." Todric says, he then sees Lord Arryn enter. He gives Arrryn a nod, as if they should speak as well.

[Prince Edric Martell]

"Lord Tully, if I recall correctly it was The King the one who called us here...so I guess it is up to him to say when the Summit is over," He looked at Todric and gave him his most gentle smile. Although there's not much of a point in continuing...but I'll hear His Grace first...

[Lord Damon Arryn]

Damon fiddles with a note that he removed from his belt. He looks over to Lannister and waves a hand to him, and then to Tully, he nods back. He chuckles, and takes a seat in one of the empty chairs and looks around the room at the standing men. He stretches his arms, and then says, "The summit shouldn't be over this soon, it seems as though we haven't even started."

[Lord Tybolt Lannister]

Lannister nodded at Tully, acknowledging his wish to speak privately. "We will speak, and soon. But Martell is right. It is for the King to dismiss us or hold us here."

He smiled and raised his hand to the new Lord Arryn in return. He seemed to have gotten the note, though he couldn't recognise the handwriting from across the room. "You missed quite a bit, my Lord Arryn. The Red Bastards burned the High Septon, here in this very room, with their devil sorcery. And then their High Priest got it as well. Crossbow bolts...a far more reasonable way to go, I think."

[Lord Damon Arryn]

Damon unclips his gauntlets and places them on the table, (is there a table? If not, he places them in his lap.) He undoes his scabbard and leans that on his chair next to him. "Blood at a peace summit?" He leans foward and cracks his neck, "Not exactly a good way to start, i'd imagine." He stood and ran a finger along the table, and looks around the room, "Where to begin?"

[Lord Tybolt Lannister]

Lord Lannister's eyes flicked to the Blackfyre and the King. "Yes, where will we begin?"

[Lord Edwyn Baratheon]

As Lannister spoke, the doors opened again. A tall muscular man dressed in jet black armor, emblazoned with a gold stag of House Baratheon, entered. Bareheaded with his helm under his arm, his shoulder length, greying dark hair slightly weathered face marked him to be a man in his forties. Flanking him was a younger version of himself, which anyone of reasonable sense would have recognised as his son. He cast a quick glance around the room at the lords waiting, his piercing blue eyes appearing to miss little. If he noticed any signs of what had happened earlier, he made no comment or indication.

There was a respectful nod of his head towards the King.

[Lord Tybolt Lannister]

Lannister eyed the Baratheon lord with a good deal of distaste. "Why is everyone arriving late?" He muttered, not caring who heard.