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Post by oznerol on Jul 11, 2020 9:31:22 GMT -5
“The dragon will not risk his neck for us. At least not while we are weak.” Old Walder knew that the Freys could play for time, at least. The Twins were strong and easily defensible, and well provisioned besides. “Let Lord Blackwood come. He will find the walls of my castle strong and well-manned.” Said Walder.
"Blackwood is a stubborn fool, but he comes with a few thousands behind him, and they're well-armed, else Tytos would be a greater fool than he is"He looks around. "Where're my kinsmen, Lothar and the like?"
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 11, 2020 9:36:46 GMT -5
All the Freys has gathered within the hall, with Lame Lothar and Black Walder chief among them.
”Here, coz. Blackwood won’t be able to storm our walls. How does he think you’ve come here on his side?”
Perhaps they could use this to their advantage, in an ironic twist on their original plan.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 11, 2020 9:42:04 GMT -5
"Because I'm a little weaselly shit, uncle"
Said Walder.
"I was sent by uncle Ed, the floppy trout, to ask for your surrender, he somewhat trusts me because I cleaned his shit in the Rock. I lied my ass out of Riverrun like the arsehole I'm"
He scowls.
"No way I could do it differently, I was thrown into a black cell, I would have hanged like my father. But, you and I can can think a way outta this cesspool we've been dragged into"
That fucking Tully, making him pee in a bucket.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 11, 2020 10:50:46 GMT -5
“We can trap him between us and you, cousin.”
Replied Black Walder, a mean looking sword hanging from his hip.
”Or we could pretend to treat. Give Blackwood something he wants, whatever that is. So long as you say mayhaps.”
Lothar japed, with a harsh grin.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 11, 2020 10:55:14 GMT -5
“We can trap him between us and you, cousin.” Replied Black Walder, a mean looking sword hanging from his hip. ”Or we could pretend to treat. Give Blackwood something he wants, whatever that is. So long as you say mayhaps.”Lothar japed, with a harsh grin.Said Walder to Walder, but one of a different color.
"What do you think he could want, Lothar?"The Lame was the smartest among Frey's ample brood. "I could go back and forth, but this Blackwood might not be willing to negotiate"
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 11, 2020 11:40:11 GMT -5
”They have their hostages back. We can offer them gold, we don’t lack for that. Blood money might buy them off for a time.”
Reasoned Lame Lothar, with a scowl. Black Walder snorted derisively.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 12, 2020 3:18:40 GMT -5
”They have their hostages back. We can offer them gold, we don’t lack for that. Blood money might buy them off for a time.”Reasoned Lame Lothar, with a scowl. Black Walder snorted derisively. Said Red Walder. "If the dragon is to lose, all within the castle are doomed, against the many kingdoms fielded against us there's little hope. And the Northmen march under Stannis, they're surely thirsty for vengeance now that Lord Leeches is worm's food"
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 12, 2020 16:58:53 GMT -5
“We’ll attack.”
Snarled black Walder.
“We do a sortie at night with your boys, they’ll never see it coming.”
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Post by oznerol on Jul 12, 2020 17:03:03 GMT -5
“We’ll attack.” Snarled black Walder. “We do a sortie at night with your boys, they’ll never see it coming.” Said Walder with a hint of frustration on his voice.
"Grandfather, you know better, Tywin gave us the rear when he poured all the shit from that wedding onto our heads"He approached the carved throne, where the man who looked more shriveled infant than lord sat. "We didn't raise this far to sink this low. Let me at least get safe our women and children and those who meant no harm to anyone"They were gonna be butchered and Red Walder wasn't going down with the boat.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 12, 2020 19:43:03 GMT -5
“Very well. I will not leave these halls, but do what you must for my whelps and cravens. Black Walder will lead the sortie against Blackwood.”
Declared the ancient lord Frey, after letting his squabbling brood say their piece.
“We will survive, we always have. Let Lord Blackwood fear the name Walder Frey once again.”
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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Jul 13, 2020 12:25:26 GMT -5
Deep in the dungeons of the Twins a prisoner waited. Waited and waited, for many moons he has waited. Through time and space, through lonelyness and dispair. The Greatjon endured. Caged like a beast, in a too small cell to stand for his imposing stature. Passing his endless bout of time with exercise and games of the mind. A hundred push ups when he arose from slumber, a hundred after he got his broth. Which offered little nutrition. Prompting him to more push ups. Replaying battles he had fought in, talking to himself on how it should've gone. How it could have been better done. The Greatjon endured... quietly abiding his time.
The time for reckoning was coming.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 13, 2020 14:18:52 GMT -5
Black Walder led the Freys out under cover of darkness; a thousand or so men in total, seven hundred foot and three hundred horse making their way towards the Blackwood encampment. Outriders slew those on watch that night and so the Freys managed to set upon the Blackwood men with the element of surprise. Men screamed as they died in their beds, Lord Blackwood and the Blackfish suffering a rude awakening as they were forced to quickly gather their men to repel the Frey attack.
However, the Freys had not accounted for the betrayal of one of their own. Red Walder’s men had not followed the rest of the Freys as ordered but had instead entered the Twins, and a brief struggle was over and done with as the remaining guards were slaughtered or forced to surrender. Old Walder was now a prisoner of his grandson in his own castle, though the Frey troops fighting outside would not yet know it. Nor would Lord Blackwood, who would face a mammoth task organising his men and preventing them from fleeing the field.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 13, 2020 14:53:33 GMT -5
Blackwood woke up as he heard the screams outside his tent, at first confused at what was going on. Soon enough it dawned on him - betrayal! Once again the Blackwoods found a dagger in the back, held by a Frey. He should have known better than to trust the spawn of Walder Frey.
There was no time to lose, for soon enough his men would break without their leader. Tytos did his best to put on some armor, grab his sword and rush out into the fray. Chaos reigned around him, men and horses screamed and ran around, and a few fires had broken out. He could see the banner of House Frey on a few surcoats, and Tytos fought his way through to find a good rallying point. Eventually he was able to catch a horse, a war horse more experienced with the blood and mud of the battlefield, and mounted it. He did his best to gather those not fleeing in panic into some form of formation, the raven banner of his house flying high,to draw a line in the sand against the treacherous Freys. He would not retreat, he would not surrender. This day was for Lucas.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 13, 2020 15:07:34 GMT -5
Walder stretched the legs. He was sitting at the carved throne of his grandfather. The seat of the Lord of the Crossing, located in the great hall of the east castle, was a massive chair of black oak. Its back was carved in the shape of two towers joined by an arched bridge. He felt small in the throne, but no-where as diminute as his shriveled grandfather. He handed the bascinet to one of his retainers, ser Ferren, a knight with a helmet topped by a small ferret.
"Oh, praise the Mother, this feels good"
He whistled, moving on the seat, from one side to another, trying to find the right posture, he even tried placing a leg over the armchair, but it was too pretentious, or he thought as much. Frey felt fulfilled, after decades and decades someone that was not Old Walder was sitting on that dammed throne. It was a shame he could not keep the castle. The Twins were nice. But Edmure would have his head, the bastard. Red Walder rested for a time in the carved seat. He decided he would take it with him, Darry had been sacked and pillaged, it would look nice in his new halls.
Surrounded by his men, he called for those of his kin he knew had no blame in the wedding, like Olyvar, Perwyn or Sweet Steffon Frey, and most the young members of the family. They would be taken care of in Darry. He offered a home and a purse to every knight of the family that had not joined the bloody revelries of Roslin's wedding to join him in the Trident. Furthermore, he decided Edmure would not have the decades-worth spoils of Old Walder, so he had every single coin taken and carried away through the eastern castle. He commanded every worthy valuable to be carried away rather than end in Tully's hands, including suits of armor, tapestries, jewels and richly-made clothing. All said and done, remained an issue: Walder and the maester walked to Lord Frey's chambers, where the Red one saluted the old one with reverence.
"Grandfather, you know this was bound to happen. The game is lost and I had to chose between dying with the whole castle or at least saving some of it. Many will be spared the executioner's block and our coin will not end in Riverrun's coffers"
His head stayed naked and he wore the quartered arms of Frey, Lannister and Darry emblanzoned on the surcoat.
"It's a shame it came to this, but Queen Cersei fucked herself and the Imp killed his father, Stannis decided not to die and... here we stand. You probably knew this day would come, you're far too smart not to, my Lord. It's sad it had to be me, but..."
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 13, 2020 15:26:14 GMT -5
Blackwood woke up as he heard the screams outside his tent, at first confused at what was going on. Soon enough it dawned on him - betrayal! Once again the Blackwoods found a dagger in the back, held by a Frey. He should have known better than to trust the spawn of Walder Frey.
There was no time to lose, for soon enough his men would break without their leader. Tytos did his best to put on some armor, grab his sword and rush out into the fray. Chaos reigned around him, men and horses screamed and ran around, and a few fires had broken out. He could see the banner of House Frey on a few surcoats, and Tytos fought his way through to find a good rallying point. Eventually he was able to catch a horse, a war horse more experienced with the blood and mud of the battlefield, and mounted it. He did his best to gather those not fleeing in panic into some form of formation, the raven banner of his house flying high,to draw a line in the sand against the treacherous Freys. He would not retreat, he would not surrender. This day was for Lucas. With the appearance of their Lord, the Blackwood men began to form up, regaining some semblance of order amidst the chaos, and many who had previously resolved to fled now were shamed into standing beside their liege. The conflict would descend into a bloody melee, with Black Walder’s men clashing with Blackwood’s at the centre of the encampment. Walder stretched the legs. He was sitting at the carved throne of his grandfather. The seat of the Lord of the Crossing, located in the great hall of the east castle, was a massive chair of black oak. Its back was carved in the shape of two towers joined by an arched bridge. He felt small in the throne, but no-where as diminute as his shriveled grandfather. He handed the bascinet to one of his retainers, ser Ferren, a knight with a helmet topped by a small ferret.
"Oh, praise the Mother, this feels good"He whistled, moving on the seat, from one side to another, trying to find the right posture, he even tried placing a leg over the armchair, but it was too pretentious, or he thought as much. Frey felt fulfilled, after decades and decades someone that was not Old Walder was sitting on that dammed throne. It was a shame he could not keep the castle. The Twins were nice. But Edmure would have his head, the bastard. Red Walder rested for a time in the carved seat. He decided he would take it with him, Darry had been sacked and pillaged, it would look nice in his new halls. Surrounded by his men, he called for those of his kin he knew had no blame in the wedding, like Olyvar, Perwyn or Sweet Steffon Frey, and most the young members of the family. They would be taken care of in Darry. He offered a home and a purse to every knight of the family that had not joined the bloody revelries of Roslin's wedding to join him in the Trident. Furthermore, he decided Edmure would not have the decades-worth spoils of Old Walder, so he had every single coin taken and carried away through the eastern castle. He commanded every worthy valuable to be carried away rather than end in Tully's hands, including suits of armor, tapestries, jewels and richly-made clothing. All said and done, remained an issue: Walder and the maester walked to Lord Frey's chambers, where the Red one saluted the old one with reverence. "Grandfather, you know this was bound to happen. The game is lost and I had to chose between dying with the whole castle or at least saving some of it. Many will be spared the executioner's block and our coin will not end in Riverrun's coffers"His head stayed naked and he wore the quartered arms of Frey, Lannister and Darry emblanzoned on the surcoat. "It's a shame it came to this, but Queen Cersei fucked herself and the Imp killed his father, Stannis decided not to die and... here we stand. You probably knew this day would come, you're far too smart not to, my Lord. It's sad it had to be me, but..."“You’re a damned traitor. You think Tully will love you for this? I should’ve hanged the floppy trout. And hanged you, piss brain.” Old Walder was being nursed by his newest wife, lying sprawled on his bed. He was too frail to move other than a few feeble gestures. ”What will you do now, when Black Walder comes back? He’ll kill me and you and take the Twins, shit-brains. Blackwood is buggered.”
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