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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 21, 2012 16:50:45 GMT -5
Arthur nudged his horse forward. "Yes, let us be off!"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 23, 2012 15:34:46 GMT -5
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Jonnet galloped through the camp, dusty from riding and near exhausted. He had left the courier at Highgarden when his aunt told him where the camp was. He stopped his horse outside the largest tent. "Where is my father?" He yelled.
((Lanny, I would appreciate if you could do some npc stuff here too))
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 23, 2012 17:32:21 GMT -5
The Shield entered the tent carrying a new shield, unbloodied. He spoke in a monotone. "Prince Jonnet. What are you doing here? Your presence was.... unexpected. And this is a bad place for a southern prince to be right now."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 23, 2012 17:34:57 GMT -5
"Bring me to my father. I want to see him. Where's Gerold?" He made a motion to open the tent flap.
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 23, 2012 17:43:54 GMT -5
A shield sprouted in front of the flap. "Leobald? In there. And Lord Hightower is negotiating, and has been since.... the incident. Things aren't looking good. Your father was the person holding this kingdom together. Lannister and Arryn are looking to rejoin the crown now, and without their support, it's just us against the dragons.
His face remained a blank, cold mask. "Blackfyre must have been planning this for months. He wants to burn Highgarden to the ground, as well as every surviving member of your house. If you continue to rebel, you're playing into his hands. And To be quite honest, Prince Jonnet, in the current state of this army, we would get routed if Trajan decided to attack us. Gerold told me to advise you.... to surrender."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 23, 2012 17:47:02 GMT -5
He went to look inside the tent, but thought better of it. "Is there a parley happening currently?" He swallowed and cleared his throat.
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 23, 2012 17:50:29 GMT -5
"There is. It's been going on for a while, now. What do you intend to do.... your grace?"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 23, 2012 17:53:20 GMT -5
"I am no grace. I am no king. You are but a peasant raised higher than you deserve. Now, bring me to see this fucking parley." He remounted his horse. "And where is Ser Arthur?"
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 23, 2012 18:02:58 GMT -5
The Shield made no move to respond to the insult that had just been thrown at his face by the 21 year old Prince, his face and voice once again remaining still. And you are a whoring, greedy boy that doesn't deserve a farm, much less a kingdom
"Ser Arthur is in the vicinity, I believe. He was most distraught when he heard of your father's death, as was his brother. He is not at the parlay, though."
He got on his horse. "Come, Ser."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 23, 2012 18:08:08 GMT -5
He yawned quite loudly. "I want Art found first. I won't go there without him. So, go find him. I'll be with my father."
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 23, 2012 18:10:38 GMT -5
The Shield resisted the urge to roll his eyes, a habit Gerold was quite fond of. "I shall try to find him, Ser. Do be aware, though, that we don't have all day." He got off his horse and strode through the camp.
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