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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 23, 2012 21:01:00 GMT -5
A large room with several fires burning. All lords and ladies are in attendance.A solemn mood fills the air.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 23, 2012 21:01:39 GMT -5
He stood by his chair, pacing. "I know what I must do."
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 23, 2012 21:03:13 GMT -5
Gerold burst in to the hall, The Shield by his side. "What is the meaning of this, Tyrell? I thought you wanted peace, not death by Dragonfire."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 23, 2012 21:06:44 GMT -5
"Ah, there walks my Hand. All bow to the Hand of the King." he smiled.
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 23, 2012 21:09:27 GMT -5
Gerold rolled his eyes. "We don't have time for formalities, and You haven't answered my question. Why are you doing this?" He stopped, his blue eye looking at Leobald.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 23, 2012 21:11:40 GMT -5
He sighed. "The time has come for us to dissolve our relationship to the Targaryens and take what is ours. Also, it is customary to bow before your king, my Lord Hand."
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 23, 2012 21:14:07 GMT -5
Gerold bowed, The Shield copying his motions. "What, may I ask, Your Grace, is ours?"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 23, 2012 21:16:09 GMT -5
"Independence." he said bluntly
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 23, 2012 21:17:44 GMT -5
"Not if we die by Dragonfire. Tell, me, your grace. How do you intend to weather such a storm. Even Harrenhal could not withstand such devastation." Gerold breathed deeply.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 23, 2012 21:21:14 GMT -5
"We will not fight them...yet." he walked below the dais. "The dragons will not live forever, and they are long past overdue for death. Such creatures should be extinct. I will have a letter dispatched to King's Landing telling them we mean no harm. I will bear them gifts and wards."
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 23, 2012 21:22:18 GMT -5
Gerold stood up slowly. "Your Grace, may I speak with you in private?"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 23, 2012 21:24:08 GMT -5
"You may. Leave us, all of you." They all shuffled out. "You may speak freely, my Lord."
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 23, 2012 21:27:54 GMT -5
Gerold clenched his fists. "What in the name of the seven hells are you doing? And why? The dragons aren't dead right now. And if we don't submit to The Targaryens, they will release them. You said you wanted peace, not war with Dorne, you...." Gerold sighed. "What drove you to make this decision?"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 23, 2012 21:54:18 GMT -5
"Hush. The dragons will soon be dead. Trust me." he rubbed the back of his head. "Not too mention Lannister may join us. I am glad you are unwed."
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 23, 2012 22:10:01 GMT -5
Gerold frowned. "You haven't answered my question. Why did you make this decision?"
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