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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Nov 22, 2012 16:12:13 GMT -5
Edwyn Baratheon entered the inn, looking around him in some distaste. He wore common travelling clothes, unmarked, but underneath a chain mail short. His sword hung at his side, loose in case of trouble. His companion was a younger man, dressed similarly who Edwyn introduced as one of his household knights, the younger son of Lord Swann.
"A matter of urgency is it." he grunted. "Then let's hear it."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 22, 2012 22:32:43 GMT -5
"Wait, my lords. Please, we are expecting a few more guests." he took a sip of water. "May I offer you something? Water, ale, wine? Women? Bread and salt?" he pushed the last two items forward. "You are safe beneath my roof."
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Nov 22, 2012 23:10:14 GMT -5
The Baratheon shook his head. They had been at war for too long for him to fully trust the Tyrell lordling. He settled down to wait, talking occasionally with his companion, his right hand never too far from his sword.
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Post by Prince Edric Martell on Nov 23, 2012 0:29:33 GMT -5
Edric was with two of his best and most loyal guards, one on each side. Edric himself was with sword and dagger, and wore chainmail armour under his orange velvet tunic.
He entered anda as soon as he glanced Lord Edwyn he felt a little safer...but at the same time more worried.
Was Tyrell going to kill them both here? To finally get rid of the Red God worshipers?
He didn't know.
"Lord Tyrell," he said politely but with a heavy voice. "I think you forgot to tell me that Lord Edwyn was coming..."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Nov 23, 2012 0:31:42 GMT -5
Lord Tybolt showed up fashionably late. He entered the inn, clad in red, but no finer than a well-off merchant. Brightroar was at his waist, the distinctive grip and pommel covered by the hanging edge of his short cloak. He immediately recognized Tyrell and Baratheon. "I thought we would be meeting alone, Tyrell," he said under his breath to his close ally.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 23, 2012 0:59:42 GMT -5
"Did my message entitle that? To any of you?" he looked around the room, not waiting for an answer. "Please sit. Have some food and water. We shall discuss matters when everyone arrives."
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Nov 23, 2012 3:42:00 GMT -5
Todric enters the bar, battle axe strapped firmly to him, and almost immediatly notices all of the other lords gathered. It seemed to be quite the party at this filthy place. He went to the bar first to make sure he had wine in hand before joining the rest.
"Greetings, My Lords." He said to all but Baratheon and Martell. Todric truly could be immature at times.
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Post by Prince Edric Martell on Nov 23, 2012 10:08:47 GMT -5
Martell looked around a bit, he was starting to lose his shit with Tyrell so he took a seat and asked for wine.
"Lord Tyrell, I'm afraid the Peace Summit ended already."
As Todric entered Edric noticed he didn't greet him.
"Lord Tully! What an unpleasant suprise!" he said with his happiest smile.
He drank some wine.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 23, 2012 11:12:16 GMT -5
"My lords, I am aware the peace summit ended. It was the Red God's work. There is no denying it. Who else can conjure murderous shadows? We have been at war for years, and for what? Some petty squabble about gods. Tensions are high. They will remain high if we all stay in King's Landing. There is rumors of fighting is the Marches and a Vance host in the Riverlands. I propose this: We all leave. Go back to our keeps. Love our true loves. See our children." he leaned back. "As for you Trajan, I want to know who conjured those shadows."
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Nov 23, 2012 16:03:52 GMT -5
"We don't need you to tell us what to do, Tyrell." rumbled Edwyn. "You do not rule the Seven Kingdoms. You do not issue commands to any of us. Whether we stay or go is for the King to decide."
He glanced at Edric, waiting for his reaction to Leobald's proposal.
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Post by Prince Edric Martell on Nov 23, 2012 17:12:29 GMT -5
Edric sat thinking for a bit, then drank some wine.
"Do you really think that if we leave, things will get better? If we stay of course people will get tense, and King's Landing is not the safest city. They'll think we're going to sack the city and burn it to the ground or some peasant things like that. And if we do leave they'll be asking 'Why did they leave?', 'Are they plotting something' or 'Are we going to war again?'. There is no winning in things like this."
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Nov 23, 2012 18:55:04 GMT -5
Todric takes a long drink of wine. "You need not worry about the Vance host. Lord Vance would never do anything rash like say raid borders without my consent." Todric says with a wink at Martell. "I have control over my men, they are not savages."
He swirls his wine around for a bit. "I agree with you, Lord Tyrell, I think tensions in our own lands would lower if they had thier Lords back, but it truly is up to the King. None of us should leave while he is gathering himself for his new position, should he need our aid in anything."
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Nov 23, 2012 19:42:21 GMT -5
"My lords, I am aware the peace summit ended. It was the Red God's work. There is no denying it. Who else can conjure murderous shadows? We have been at war for years, and for what? Some petty squabble about gods. Tensions are high. They will remain high if we all stay in King's Landing. There is rumors of fighting is the Marches and a Vance host in the Riverlands. I propose this: We all leave. Go back to our keeps. Love our true loves. See our children." he leaned back. "As for you Trajan, I want to know who conjured those shadows." Trajan listened to Tyrell's proposal with an amused smirk. "And why would I tell you that, Lord Tyrell?" he asked. "I am only bound by duty to share such information with my cousin, His Grace. The dragon does not bow to the flower. If the peace is not maintained, the Crown's dragons will roast you fine lords in your keeps. It is as simple as that. I have no stake in this either way and will gladly sit at Dragonstone with a goblet of wine in my hand to watch you burn on the horizon." |
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 23, 2012 20:14:52 GMT -5
He heard all the lords. "I will be leaving as soon as I can. " he looked to Trajan. "You are a mummer's dragon. Black where you should be red. Do any of you remember the carnage they cause? All a dragon wants to do is burn. Mad or Glad. Hungry or Full. They will burn. Fire is a dangerous device, especially when breathed from dragons. Did any of you ask to be ruled? You swear your allegiance to kings who didn't raise a hand in the War until they knew we were all exhausted. Why? Were they afraid to anger all of us? Rebellions have been won before." he bowed to the lords. "Goodbye, I have a city to vacant." he walked out, Tarly at his side.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Nov 23, 2012 20:58:36 GMT -5
"There has been no successful rebellion while dragons lived." Trajan said to Tyrell's back. "Your choices are to submit or perish. I see you have chosen the latter."
He turned to the remaining lords.
"What of the rest of you?"
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