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Post by Prince Willem Lannister on Aug 28, 2017 0:32:34 GMT
After the carnage of the tourney, Willem Lannister forms his men up northwest of Harrenhal. His men are set to digging a dtich around their encampment and embedding sharpened stakes in the outer mound and in the ditch itself. His brother Stafford's body is shrouded and lies in state in a rough wooden coffin coverd with a Lannister banner in the centre of the camp.
The normally affable prince is in a rage at the slights to the West and the Lannisters by the Ironborn. His men are kept in a constant state of alert.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 28, 2017 0:45:40 GMT
Lord Tarbeck shakes his head as they set up camp. "We should just leave," he advised. "Everyone else will be fleeing and we gain nothing by staying here any longer. Best to put distance between ourselves and the Hoares, I say." He looks at the coffin. "We will need allies now. Strong ones. Everyone in Westeros smells blood now."
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Post by Prince Willem Lannister on Aug 28, 2017 1:08:05 GMT
"Whose blood?" asked Willem. "Ours? News has come in that Sarissa of Dorne is dead. Also one of the Yronwoods. Myranda Arryn is also dead. There will be kingdoms swearing vengeance on those responsible. Were it not that Harmund Hoare is dead also, the blame would have been assigned to the Hoares."
He gazed towards the castle in the distance. "I want to know who's responsible. A Lannister always pays his debts."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 28, 2017 10:17:06 GMT
"Harmund Hoare, their false queen, the king's younger grandson, I do not believe it was them. I have no idea who could have been," the young lord said. "And the blood everyone smells will be the weakest, the most isolated. We have to ensure that is not us, I'd think."
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Post by Prince Willem Lannister on Aug 28, 2017 13:41:58 GMT
Willem shrugged.
"They will find the West a very tough nut to crack. Casterly Rock is three times the height of seven hundred feet of the Wall or the Hightower of Oldtown. Harrenhal may the largest raised castle in Westeros, but no castle in the Seven Kingdoms is larger, richer, or better defended than our Rock. It wasn’t 'raised' or 'built', it was carved out of the living rock. And then there is our gold. We will buy mercenaries, arms, food...whatever we need to defend the West."
His eyes burned into Tarbeck's. "Someone will pay for Stafford's death."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 28, 2017 15:41:31 GMT
"The assassin cried out a desire for an independent Riverlands," Ser Donnel Swyft said. "Could be some rebel." Lord Tarbeck looked to the prince.
"Tarbeck Hall isn't so strong, my prince. They don't need to conquer Lannisport to cripple the West, if it's war they even want. Everyone save the wolves and the dragons lost many men today."
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 28, 2017 20:06:17 GMT
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After having spoken to his family, Perceon rode up to the Lannister camp accompanied by thirty knights and his brother. "I come for an audience with Prince Willem." He informed the guards.
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Post by King Theon IV Hoare on Aug 28, 2017 20:36:08 GMT
The friendly Ironborn emissary waves to the Gardeners nearby. "It appears you have saved me a trip, my lords!"
Lord Robert Vance is a portly fellow with an easy face to like. He has often served as an advisor to the old king and has been called back into service by the new one.
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Post by Prince Willem Lannister on Aug 28, 2017 20:52:50 GMT
Prince Willem received the new King of the Reach and his brother Prince Geralt with warmth, offering his condolences for the death of their father.
The camp was fairly rudimentary as it had been thrown up in haste but the Lannister prince had set his large pavilion in the centre. Outside, raised on a simple wooden structure and guarded by four knights lay the coffin of his brother Stafford, covered in a red and gold Lannister banner.
Lord Robert was received less warmly, made to wait until the Prince's Gardener guests had been made comfortable.
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Post by Prince Geralt Gardener on Aug 28, 2017 20:58:57 GMT
The friendly Ironborn emissary waves to the Gardeners nearby. "It appears you have saved me a trip, my lords!" Lord Robert Vance is a portly fellow with an easy face to like. He has often served as an advisor to the old king and has been called back into service by the new one. Geralt had been in far better moods and the Ironborn emissary did not improve it. He was dressed in a leather jerkin and tunic and smelled strongly of a soothing disinfecting salve the maester has applied to the various burns on his left side. He scowled at Lord Vance, finding the man far too cheery considering two kings and half the realm's family trees had just gone up in flames. "We received your king's missive," he said evenly, walking with a slight limp as he made his way towards the western tent. "I do not believe we have anything else to discuss. Now if you'll excuse us, we have business with the West." Prince Willem received the new King of the Reach and his brother Prince Geralt with warmth, offering his condolences for the death of their father. The camp was fairly rudimentary as it had been thrown up in haste but the Lannister prince had set his large pavilion in the centre. Outside, raised on a simple wooden structure and guarded by four knights lay the coffin of his brother Stafford, covered in a red and gold Lannister banner. Lord Robert was received less warmly, made to wait until the Prince's Gardener guests had been made comfortable. Geralt took a seat, gritting his teeth in pain as he sat, the milk of the poppy only able to do so much. He offered the same condolences in turn to Prince Willem for his brother's death, clearly still coming to terms with the magnitude of the loss this day. |
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Post by King Perceon IV Gardener on Aug 28, 2017 21:28:20 GMT
Perceon spoke after his brother. "Prince Willem, thank you for your hospitality. It is good to see that some in Westeros still know what it entails to be a host. I thank you for your condolences, and offer you my own, on behalf of the Reach, for those that your family lost today. I was hoping we might speak privately of pressing matters." He pointedly looked at Vance as he said so.
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Post by Prince Willem Lannister on Aug 28, 2017 21:33:47 GMT
"Tell Lord Robert Vance to deliver his message and wait outside until I am ready to reply." said Willem to one of his guards. "That will happen after my other guests leave."
Willem had his own injuries from the tourney blast, but Geralt's appeared twice as bad as his own. The Prince called for wine and it wasn't long before a servant came over with three brimming cups. Willem took one and offered the other two to his guests.
Willem settled in his own seat, while Ser Jaymes stood nearby. "I would welcome the chance to speak privately."
He gave the order that all others should leave their presence apart from Ser Jaymes Reyne. "You will understand if Ser Jaymes Reyne remains here." he explained. "Ser Jaymes is my cousin, closest confidant and lieutenant."
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