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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 5, 2012 9:22:36 GMT -5
The Tyrell manse. It bedecked with flowers and is very lively. Servants strut about in fine clothes, tending to the needs of residents. A balcony looks over the extravagant garden in the back. High walls surround it, always guarded.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 5, 2012 9:29:21 GMT -5
He entered and sat down in a chair by the fireplace. "Get a fire going. Lord Tarly, sit down." A servant rushed to start a fire. "That wedding was a pile of auroch dung. The King dead and we are at each other's throat. War will break out in less than a fortnight lest we do something. Send for a pyromancer. I have business to discuss."
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 5, 2012 12:30:37 GMT -5
Lord Tarly took his seat. "All this dark magic is typical of the Red Church. Someone is pushing for war, mayhaps Baratheon and Martell. It would be best if we prepared ourselves."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 5, 2012 12:42:49 GMT -5
"House Tyrell and it's banner men will not be responsible for another war. I want horses ready at all times so we may escape if necessary. I want your best knights with me at the next summit. I need you to find someone for me, can you do that?" He leaned forward.
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 5, 2012 15:30:26 GMT -5
"I would prefer to leave this place." Could peace still be reached at this point? "But worry not, if you wish to stay you will have my best men. Who is it you wish me to find my lord"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 5, 2012 16:15:43 GMT -5
"A man by the name of Arsilen. He lives in Flea Bottom. That is all you need to know." He remembered Arsilen from his visits in Highgarden. A talented minstrel, he had been all over Westeros.
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 5, 2012 16:29:30 GMT -5
"Arsilen? I suppose that you will give me some clue as to his whereabouts?" Lord Tarly asked. Flea Bottom? He was sure nothing of value could be found in Flea Bottom.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 5, 2012 16:35:48 GMT -5
(OOC: Arsilen is my friend I swayed to play. He said he'll make a character today or tomorrow. He asked me to set him up.)
Leo chuckled. "He'll find you. Leave at nightfall, and bring this." He handed him a coin. It was gold on one side, silver on the other. "When he finds you, give that to him. Tell him to use the fireplace."
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 5, 2012 16:47:38 GMT -5
He took the coin and looked it over. Peculiar "Very well, I will find this Arsilen for you."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 5, 2012 16:50:59 GMT -5
"Are my son and Lord Fossoway out of the city yet?" he sat back.
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 5, 2012 16:58:36 GMT -5
"Yes, I've sent Aran Oakheart to escort them, along with thirty of my own guard. They will be safe." Randon knew Aran had wanted to stay for the tourney, but the events at the wedding had made that impossible now. Who knew if there would still be a tourney?
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 5, 2012 17:09:03 GMT -5
"I want my guards tripled and the walls manned with crossbow men. No one approaches without good reason. Double the guards sent with Jonnet and the Young Apple." Know one was dying on his watch.
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 5, 2012 17:22:30 GMT -5
"I'll have my guard join with yours and get other guards from your other banner men here in Kings Landing. I believe Fossoway's men-at-arms shall be accompanying your son, that should put their guard close to seventy. Worry not my lord, I will have you and your son safe." Randon said confidently.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 5, 2012 17:28:10 GMT -5
"Send a raven to Gerold. Have him meet them at Highgarden and take them to Oldtown. I want Jonnet there if war breaks out." a servant set some Arbor Gold on the table. "Wine, my lord?"
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 5, 2012 17:34:40 GMT -5
Randon gave an affirmative nod at Lord Tyrell's offer. "The Coldeye was right to leave King's Landing when he did. Mayhaps he realized the time to talk of peace was over. No doubt he felt he'd be safer in his tower."
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