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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 9, 2012 13:09:02 GMT -5
A servant rushed to open it. "Welcome, Tarly. I trust you have met Arsilen."
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 9, 2012 13:12:17 GMT -5
Ashara took a petite sip of wine, then another sip, then another. Deciding to stop pretending to be polite, she gulped down the rest of the glass.
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 9, 2012 13:22:24 GMT -5
Lord Tarly entered into the room and looked to Arsilen. Here already?
"Yes, yes I have. Though I wouldn't say he was welcoming."
Randon looked to the chair by the fireplace and spotted Ashara. "Lady Redwyne? I see you're here too."
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 9, 2012 13:31:36 GMT -5
Ashara nodded. "Lord Tarly."
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Post by Arsilen on Nov 9, 2012 13:42:46 GMT -5
"What will you offer me my lord? We're all in attendence." he nodded towards Tarly.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 9, 2012 13:48:19 GMT -5
He smiled and whistled. Servants came rushing in with chests. "In here you will find as many gold dragons as you require, along with fine attire. As befitting a one of my new banner men." He turned to Redwyne. "Say hello to your new husband, the Lord of the Arbor."
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Post by Arsilen on Nov 9, 2012 13:55:07 GMT -5
His mouth went dry.The Arbor. A Lord, oh yes. "Is that all?"
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 9, 2012 14:09:56 GMT -5
"My Lord! Surely this is some jape. You can't mean to give the Arbor to such a man. He's baseborn!" Randon did not like the way this was going.
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 9, 2012 15:37:32 GMT -5
"He's not, and this assassin obviously hasn't studied his lineages. My Son is already Lord of The Arbor, and marrying a widow twice over will neither give this man a son from my barren womb, nor give him the power and riches he so craves." She grinned. "It will give him a lifetime supply of The Finest Wine In Westeros, though."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 9, 2012 16:24:53 GMT -5
He looked very embarrassed. "Ah yes, I had forgotten about your son. We will discuss your payment later. I promise it will be...generous. You will receive your first target within a week. Make sure it is taken out, quietly. Redwyne leave us, Arsilen, you too. Randon stay." He sat down. "Fucking wine has frayed my mind." he mumbled.
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 9, 2012 17:47:04 GMT -5
Randon took his seat near the fireplace. "You're under a lot of stress my lord. What with the war and all that's happened here in King's Landing. Wine...helps."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 9, 2012 17:58:50 GMT -5
He saw Arsilen and Redwyne leave. He ushered all of the servants out. "Do they want me to swear allegiance to the new king?"
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 9, 2012 18:37:51 GMT -5
"Do you mean not to?" Randon was surprised.
"Prince Aelix is the next in line by rights."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 11, 2012 0:47:54 GMT -5
"What would you have me do?" he stood and poked the fire. "Half a mind to declare myself King of the Reach and be done with it. Will you stand next to me then, Tarly? Will you still lick my boots and say 'My Lord' as the dragons descend on us with fire? How far would you follow me?"
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 11, 2012 1:09:40 GMT -5
"Forgive me for my informalities, but Leo, you are family. When Father died that left me the last Tarly. I have no other family but for you and yours, cousin. I do not wish to see your end cousin, but if you were to declare yourself King of the Reach I would bow down and say 'Your Grace'. Then surely we would meet our ends in dragon fire, but I don't see why that should happen. The Young Dragon has just lost his father to the magic of some follower of the Red God. We can share in his grief, we now share a common enemy. Now is the time to drive out the Red Church from Westeros! If it is power you seek, then advise Aelix on this matter, and I am sure he will give it to you."
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