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Post by zeubercat on Dec 22, 2012 3:19:32 GMT -5
Gerold sat in his saddle beside Lannister. His eye leveled, facing the two men in front of him. He took a deep breath.
"Lord Commander Markar, Lord Baratheon. Perhaps you're wondering why we came to you, as enemies, and asked to negotiate once more." He frowned, his eye narrowing. "Well, wonder no more."
He took Tyrell's Head out of his saddlebag and threw it towards Baratheon. "We've been planning this for more than a year. It has long been time to knit this realm back together."
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Dec 22, 2012 3:26:51 GMT -5
Edwyn had been at the forefront of war for the past twenty-five years and had seen plenty of decapitated heads. He didn't flinch, except to knock the head aside with a sweep of his massive hand. The head bounced and then rolled, the sightless eyes looking out of a familiar face. Leobald Tyrell.
A look of distaste came over his face. Not at the head by now staring sightlessly up at the sky, but at the perpetrators. Not only traitorous, but treacherous as well.
"A job well done." he said sarcastically. "Will you dare return to the Reach after this day's work Hightower?"
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 22, 2012 3:36:20 GMT -5
Gerold smiled slightly. "Yes. I do believe I shall. You see, Leobald Tyrell was decapitated, by an assassin sent by Trajan Blackfyre. I was barely able to escape with my life."
"At any rate, even if the truth did get out to the commons, my men would hardly feel betrayed, save perhaps my brother, and I have weathered storms before from within my city."
"But that won't be necessary if we play this right. We don't even need to fool everyone. As long as the majority of people stay in the dark, The Reach is less likely to rebel."
Gerold peered at Baratheon. "You seem.... distasteful. Perhaps accepting our betrayal hurts your honor. Remember that your honor would leave half the reach in dragonfire, and that our lack of morals have saved the lives of thousands."
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Dec 22, 2012 3:49:36 GMT -5
A low rumble of laughter rose in Edwyn's throat at Hightower's words.
"As if I care for the Reach. We Stormlanders have been fighting you for close to twenty-five years. Death by dragonfire is too good for you all." he said with a sneer.
"But I always knew Reachmen were treacherous. You have merely confirmed it. Don't turn your back on these two Markar. You're likely to end up with a knife in it......."
He glanced at the head on the ground again and gave another bark of derisive laughter. ".....Or your head on the floor like Tyrell here."
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 22, 2012 3:56:48 GMT -5
Gerold frowned, containing his anger. "If you had payed any attention to me during the peace talks a year ago, you would know that my only care is peace. Betrayal of a friend was the price I had to pay for it. But I do not need to truly convince you, nor should I bother. The Lord Regent is the one that truly matters. No doubt he will see what you do not."
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Post by The Darkness on Dec 22, 2012 9:31:25 GMT -5
"A lord regent?" Markar growls. "My Nephew is all that matters, I am here for him. I protect him." He glares to him. "He may be a child, but he is still a King."
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 22, 2012 15:58:30 GMT -5
Gerold nodded. "You seem annoyed too. You thought you could win this easily by chopping off my brother's head in single combat. Things don't always go that easily. My way is cleaner. Less likely to go awry and cause chaos. Don't let your anger get the better of your mind."
"The West And The Vale are already under our control. If The Reach can be persuaded that their fight is futile, then they may bend the knee."
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Dec 22, 2012 16:16:37 GMT -5
Edwyn snorted in derision.
"The Reach will bend the knee or be consumed in dragon-fire. As will you. Your only care, Hightower, is self preservation. I think it only took the sight of the dragon to "re-discover" your fervor for peace."
Edwyn's ears pricked as a roar is heard in the distance.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Dec 22, 2012 17:22:26 GMT -5
Lannister's laugh rang out merrily. "Oh, the dragon merely cemented our resolve. Do you think I, of all people, would bend the knee to someone who is merely my equal, if that? Not on your life." He looked down at the bruised and bloody head that was once Lord Tyrell. "I have always been loyal to the Iron Throne," he concluded, smiling a smile that said he was loyal to no one but himself.
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Dec 22, 2012 17:54:09 GMT -5
Edwyn spat on the ground in derision at Lannister's claim of loyalty.
"As far as I'm concerned you're a traitor Lannister. Your loyalty blows with the direction of the wind. Loyal you claim? Then show what little passes for your loyalty by bending the knee to Lord Markar Targaryen. Here and now in front of all these witnesses. Again in front of the armies. Then a third time at the feet of the King in Kings Landing."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Dec 23, 2012 1:57:26 GMT -5
He dipped his head in respect, bowing from horseback toward the Targaryen. His shit-eating grin never left his face. "Honor to your house, Ser Markar." When he looked back to Baratheon, his head was high as he shook back his golden locks from his face. "I will save my oaths for Kings Landing. Have you had word from the Regent?"
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Dec 23, 2012 2:08:23 GMT -5
Edwyn pulled savagely on the reins of his horse. The massive black stallion reared and screamed in protest, before turning.
"And for a moment I thought you were going to surprise me Lannister. However you never fail to revert to type."
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