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Post by The Darkness on Dec 14, 2012 15:35:29 GMT -5
Lord Commander Markar rides out with hand full of knights and orders a tent to be set up for "King" Tyrell.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 14, 2012 16:05:23 GMT -5
He rode easy in his saddle. Art was by him as was his brother. Lords Tybolt and Arryn(?) flanked them. He had brought an equal force of knights.
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 14, 2012 16:38:50 GMT -5
Gerold spoke quietly in Tyrell's Ear. "Be calm. Wait for them to make the first move. If we respond, it'll leave them open for verbal counterattack, and leave them in a vulnerable position. And don't make ultimatums unless you're sure you want war. I have crossbows on standby. They can cover our retreat if Baratheon or Targaryen attempts treachery."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Dec 14, 2012 20:13:26 GMT -5
Tybolt sat his horse as if he were merely riding through a summer garden somewhere back home and not, in fact, riding toward an enemy at the side of a traitor king. He smiled placidly at everyone, silently taking their measure. "A lovely day, is it not? Perfect weather to take to the fields of war, don't you agree?" he said to Tyrell, as though making small talk at a garden party. For all his appearance of good-natured ness, the smiles did not extend to his eyes, which were shrewd and calculating and hard as chips of green glass.
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Post by kalashnikov on Dec 15, 2012 11:20:49 GMT -5
Randon rides silently along with the group. He was dressed in his armor and had Heartsbane over his shoulder. Had it been some other man they were meeting Tarly might be intimidating, but this was the Dragon Guard.
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Dec 15, 2012 17:18:23 GMT -5
The Lord of Storms End rode beside the Lord Commander, his face set. He had hoped that this battle would be the end of the long war he had fought. Now there was to be more talking.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 15, 2012 21:32:10 GMT -5
Leo smiled. "Shall we make out way to the tent? I trust some water has been heated for tea? I am parched." He dismounted from his gelding and made his way into the tent, Arthur always at his side.
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Post by The Darkness on Dec 16, 2012 23:18:29 GMT -5
Markar stood, a prime example of Knightly Discipline.
"You asked for words, I would hear them, as I am bound by fair play."
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 17, 2012 0:06:08 GMT -5
Gerold spoke in a slightly sarcastic tone. "Markar. The Shining Dragon Knight, come to cleanse the land of impurity." He chuckled.
"You would do well to heed my words. Targaryen. In Fire And Blood your family has come into power, and in Fire And Blood you have reigned." He looked out towards the Loyalist's Camp.
"Is The Dragon There? No doubt chained up. Yet those bonds are A Facade, An Illusion Of Control. You cannot truly rule them any more than you can rule the Fire in your heart. You know this." He leaned towards The Man Of The Kingsguard.
"There is something deep inside you, so deep you barely know it exists, that wants to burn the whole world down. And that is why your line does not deserve to rule a barn, much less a kingdom." His voice betrayed anger, almost contempt.
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Post by The Darkness on Dec 17, 2012 9:12:51 GMT -5
Markar stood still and took the insults.
Soon after the so called "Chained Dragon" flies up from the peaks of the Dornish Mountains and after several moments lands right next to the proceeding.
"Hightower, I am a man of my word. I took the seven oaths, I live my life by the sword. But if you wish to take a friendly meeting and turn it into a insulting match then I will have no choice but to burn your castle with dragonfire. Do I make myself clear?"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 17, 2012 9:56:27 GMT -5
"The brave men of the Reach stand here before you and we are numerous in numbers and more so in our arrows and ballistas." He eyed the dragon cooly. "Send you beast away now[/], Markar, this is a parley and not some farce that you can burn out with your dragon." Leo gazed up, as if to stare at the crown on his head. "I am King Leobald Tyrell, the Longthorn come again. Not with lance and blade, but with words. I am the Rose King and the King o' Thorns. I am the guardian of the Mander and keeper of the harvest. My seat is Highgarden and it is mighty an beautiful. I have dutiful lords around me and much men. I may not have a dragon, but they can be killed. With the fall of dragons, the Targaryens follow. Now can we get to this parley my lords?"
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Dec 17, 2012 12:54:02 GMT -5
The smile on Lord Lannister's face faltered for a moment when the dragon landed. It wasn't fair, to use such a beast, but then, Tybolt himself had never played fair. If one had an advantage, he had as well use it, that was Tybolt's mantra. He shot a sharp look to Hightower. "Now, now, lets not antagonize him. If we are here to speak, let us speak."
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 17, 2012 16:56:52 GMT -5
Gerold eyed the dragon, as his bodyguard shifted uncomfortably. "Indeed, let us. Lord Commander Markar, here, seems to think that this is a friendly meeting. I would say that bringing this dragon in front of us is akin to holding a sword to our throats. If you wish to parley, send the dragon off. I will not bandy words when all of us are one dracarys away from ashes. So please, call him off. I would have us reach a peaceful end to this meeting, however unlikely it may be." He frowned.
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Dec 17, 2012 17:49:17 GMT -5
Lord Baratheon's anger had been simmering after the Coldeye's first insulting words and his temper, always volatile, was now barely held in check.
"You do not demand the conditions of this parley to us Hightower!" he snarled. "A parley that your so-called King called and one that you began with insults. Say what you have to say. We are honorable men and we have come in good faith to listen. There will be no dragonfire here, unless there is treachery afoot."
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 17, 2012 18:47:35 GMT -5
Gerold spoke evenly. "I would hope that we lords could keep our tempers in check, if we are going to accomplish anything. It would be childish of us to let our anger decide the lives of thousands today."
He took a deep breath, and swallowed his pride. Targaryen and Baratheon weren't stupid. They wouldn't kill thousands just because they lost their tempers. He just needed to treat them with some degree of respect.
"I apologize if I have offended. Whatever my opinion of you and The Lord Commander is, I know you are honorable men, and I will try not to let my personal feelings influence my decisions today. Now. I believe King Tyrell has a proposal."
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