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Post by The Darkness on Dec 17, 2012 18:53:21 GMT -5
Markars hand waves and the dragon soars off.
"Speak then."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Dec 17, 2012 18:59:01 GMT -5
Tybolt watched the dragon lift its immense bulk from the ground and return to wherever it was it had come from. When the beast had retreated, he turned his eyes again to Markar and Baratheon. The two bodyguards he had brought, in red armor and flanking him to either side, stood stiffly as statues, though their piercing eyes took in everything as much as Tybolt's themselves. A score more were waiting several hundred yards outside of the parley tent, ready to escort the lords back to their camps. He looked toward Hightower and Tyrell now, waiting to hear what they would say.
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 17, 2012 19:28:00 GMT -5
Gerold made a motion of his hand towards Tyrell. "Your Grace?"
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Dec 17, 2012 23:04:27 GMT -5
Edwyn's jaw worked with fury as Hightower spoke.
These lords were much more polite now that they had seen the power of the dragon with their own eyes. As much as Edwyn wanted to walk out, he waited to hear what Tyrell would say.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 18, 2012 11:38:35 GMT -5
((Ah. I thought you were all on horses.))
He sat down on a chair and sighed. "Markar, there comes a time in every man's life when he must ask himself 'I must be free and I must be my own self, bound to no man.' I am sure you have fought with the desire too, for it is powerful and how can one resist to grab the power?"
Leo readjusted himself. "I am a king, with a small council and kingsguard. I have a seat of power just like the Targaryens, but why can't I make myself a king? It is a farce to think I owe my allegiance to the dragons after what? They lost the dragons, lost the throne, gained it back and then even more recently; lost it to war. You didn't lose the throne as if usurped, you lost it by losing all your banner men. We all deserted you and you deserted us for that war; it was only a year ago you summoned us to King's Landing after twenty-four long years of fighting."
He gave a tight smile. "What say you, Markar?"
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 18, 2012 18:53:31 GMT -5
Gerold raised his hands. "My Lords, could we not merely throw insults at each other? I'm sure we know well enough the reasons for each other's actions. Instead, could we draw terms with what we want? Do you have terms, Targaryen?"
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Post by The Darkness on Dec 18, 2012 21:27:42 GMT -5
"Obviously your 'King' simply wishes to insult me. We are done here, I offered my time to speak with you, and if you simply wish to throw insults at me then you can do so on the battlefield." He sighed, "I wished we could speak as knights, I see I was wrong. Good day." He moves to turn towards his horse.
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 18, 2012 21:34:47 GMT -5
Gerold called out. "Wait! You are not so petty as to run away from peace because of a few insults. He hasn't even made his terms yet." He closed his eyes, then opened them.
"I believe that war, and death of the dragons, would be one of the worst things to happen to Westeros, and while I may disagree with you on many points, I believe we can come to a conclusion if we stop and truly listen to one another. Call me naive, but I still think peace is a possibility."
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Post by The Darkness on Dec 18, 2012 21:51:59 GMT -5
"Speak your terms but do understand that you are on thin ice." He warns and turns looking to the men.
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 18, 2012 22:13:45 GMT -5
Gerold nodded solemnly. "Here are our terms. They are simple enough. He pulled out a scroll, opening it. "The armies and dragon of The Iron Throne are to acknowledge The Formation Of The Southern Kingdom, and to leave these lands at once, never to return in full force. None the lands of The West nor The lands of The Reach will go to The Crown, though land is not asked either from His Grace. The current borders of The Seven Kingdoms will serve as the new ones between our two Kingdoms, and though our relationships may begin with distrust and hatred, His Grace hopes that both trade and happiness will flourish in time." He closed the scroll. "If Tyrell wishes to add more, he may, but these are our terms, as they stand."
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Post by The Darkness on Dec 18, 2012 22:45:33 GMT -5
"All I hear is requests that benift you, You broke away from the Kingdom, and you demand we give you the right too? If that is all, then no, I will take that insult of a terms and deliver mine when you are kneeling at me feet."
He sneers and looks to the man.
"Unless you wish to duel me in single combat to the death."
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Dec 19, 2012 2:28:56 GMT -5
Edwyn stifled a sudden desire to laugh out loud as the terms were read. He nodded approvingly as Markar refused them.
"We brought our armies here just for you to read from a scroll and offer terms that we already knew of. You expect us to just allow you to secede from the rule of the Iron Throne?" he asked derisively. "We thought you had something new to offer."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 19, 2012 7:46:28 GMT -5
Leo laughed. "Duel you? I can barely wield my dagger. But I must ask you, what would we have to do in order for you to leave us in peace? Besides, rejoin the Iron Throne."
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 19, 2012 12:54:47 GMT -5
Gerold laughed. "No, there is no need to bother Leobald. Lord Baratheon is right. He didn't bring his armies here to talk. He brought his armies here to kill us, and this parlay is even more of a farce than we all thought." He gave a slight smile.
"Nevertheless, Lord Commander Markar must abide by his own challenge. We accept it. My brother is more than ready to slice you to pieces. The combat will be here, two hours from now. If we win, you will abide by our terms, and if you do, we will offer ourselves up for whatever justice you see fit."
"I see no reason why thousands should die for so small a thing."
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Post by The Darkness on Dec 19, 2012 13:41:46 GMT -5
Markar looks over the man with a unimpressed look. "Fair enough, Ser Hightower, I shall meet you on the field." As he leaves he stops and turns to Lord Baratheon, "Lord Edwyn, Bring me Dark Sister."
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