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Post by Pinkerton on Jul 21, 2020 9:06:22 GMT -5
The Tully Estate![]() 
In the outskirts of King's Landing, Lord Tully has purchased a beautiful manor to serve as his base of operations for the time spent in the Capital.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 21, 2020 9:39:58 GMT -5
A group of former sellswords, belonging to the Golden Company, come to the manor of Lord Tully. Their names include Strong, Mudd, Lothson, and Rivers.
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Post by Pinkerton on Jul 21, 2020 9:52:24 GMT -5
A group of former sellswords, belonging to the Golden Company, come to the manor of Lord Tully. Their names include Strong, Mudd, Lothson, and Rivers. The guards warn Tully of the arrival of these men. Shortly after, Edmure and a dark-haired man come out of the manor. "Tristan, I must be dead."
"Why is that, milord?"
"I'm seeing ghosts. Strong, Mudd, Lothson. All extinct houses, yet here they are, outside my home."
The dark-haired man smiles at Tully's joke. Edmure turns to what appears to be the two leaders of the group. A bald man and a bearded man wearing the colours of House Strong. "I've got only one question. Do you come in peace?"
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 21, 2020 9:54:18 GMT -5
Duncan and Denys glance at each other for a moment. It was Duncan who spoke first.
We serve no master, we serve no purpose... I think there is no other reason but peace.
He gestures to the others with him.
Just a bunch of masterless swords you see here.
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Post by Pinkerton on Jul 21, 2020 9:59:22 GMT -5
Duncan and Denys glance at each other for a moment. It was Duncan who spoke first. We serve no master, we serve no purpose... I think there is no other reason but peace.He gestures to the others with him. Just a bunch of masterless swords you see here.
Edmure says coldly "Then leave your swords with my men and join me inside to break bread and some good wine and ale, will you?"The dark-haired man steps forward to gather the men's weapons
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 21, 2020 10:06:29 GMT -5
Each man removed his sword and tossed it, rather casually, to the dark-haired man. They were mercenaries, after all, and really didn't have much etiquette. Still, the mention of wine and bread was something that could hardly be denied. They all gathered where Edmure had led them and proceeded to begin eating and drinking what was offered. Duncan, before Lord Tully spoke, begins indicating to each man.
The one with the red beard is Jon Lothson.
The red bearded male had rather sharp eyes, a pair of scars upon his cheek, and a few decorations on the tips of his beard.
The old man and the young'in are father and son, Old John and Young John Mudd.
Both sort of casually raise their hands while they chew. Young John had a distinctive scar running up the left side of his face from his lip, had greasy long dark hair, and sunken eyes. His father was an average set male, with grey hair and shadow of a beard upon his face. He dipped the beard into the wine to soften it up a bit.
The narrow faced one is a cousin of theirs, Lorimas Mudd.
Lorimas' hair was put into a ponytail in the back. He seemed to be in an age between both Old and Young John. The bridge of his nose had a bulge upon it.
The other red haired with the two colored scarfs is Tristan Rivers. Your books would know of him. He's an exiled bastard and outlaw.
Tristan glances up before going back to eating.
And this bearded fellow with me is my cousin, Denys Strong.
Denys nods his head before Duncan pats the armor that covers his somewhat far body.
And I be Duncan Strong.
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Post by Pinkerton on Jul 21, 2020 10:31:25 GMT -5
Tall, strong, battle-hardened men. Tully nods. He is pleased
"Nice to meet you all."
He once again turns to Duncan
"Master Duncan, what brings you, rugged and hard men, here? Why did you not jump on the first boat headed to the Free Cities? or to the Slaver's Bay?"
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 21, 2020 10:42:01 GMT -5
Duncan finishes drinking his cup before waving the empty goblet for some more.
We are back at our homes, Lord Tully. We are Westerosi exiles and our biggest goal was to return one day.
The others present nod their heads.
Peakes been looking to return to the Reach, Coles to the Stormlands, and a few other bastards here and there.
Strong watches his cup be refilled. Well, except for Franklyn Flowers, he hated the Fossoways and refused to return to the Reach when he learned Garlan, the greatest of living Tyrells, was married to one.
We'd probably be better off serving a Lord and attempt to make a living. We lost our reputation with failing the Pretender. No company would hire us likely.
Golden Company was no more, their reputation was now a part of the mud.
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Post by Pinkerton on Jul 21, 2020 10:48:26 GMT -5
The Pretender they call him. Tully struggles not to smile
"The Riverlands do need good men."
Edmure muses. The dark-haired man whispers something in his ear
"I can offer you employment. Under strict conditions, however."
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 21, 2020 10:51:02 GMT -5
Duncan drinks from his cup.
Do go on with the strict conditions.
The Strong responds.
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Post by Pinkerton on Jul 21, 2020 11:10:36 GMT -5
"No R'hllor worshipping."
He quickly says
"And you'll sign a writ forgoing any current claims you may hold because of your names."
Edmure adds
"I am fair. If you prove to be loyal and diligent, you'll be generously rewarded. But I wish not to deal with silly claims and potential rebels."
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 21, 2020 11:23:03 GMT -5
The men looked among themselves. No R'hllor worshipping? An odd condition. Old John speaks up this time.
No Red God worshipping? We ain't warriors of the Fiery Hand. Our gods were wine, women, gold, and the sword!
The other Mudds agree with an 'Aye' from each. Duncan looks at Edmure.
We have little faith in any god, Lord Tully.
The second mention caused eyes to look at the Mudds as Edmure likely meant them more so than the Strongs and Lothsons. Denys speaks this time.
There isn't any Kingdom of the Rivers and Hills. Oldstones is in ruins and I don't think any of us want that haunted Harrenhal.
Jon and Duncan agreed. It was their ancestral keep, but they had heard the stories. If they were to get castles, they'd want something better!
Give us a purpose and you won't have to worry a thing, Lord Tully. Our masters are dead after all.
Strickland, Aegon, and those before. They were just a group of masterless swords.
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Post by Pinkerton on Jul 21, 2020 11:43:29 GMT -5
Tully smiles. They were warriors, not plotters.
"Good. Good."
The dark-haired man interjects
"We would still like you to sign a paper. Necessary formalities, you see. I'll redact them right away and you'll be able to sign them tomorrow."
Edmure looks at the dark-haired man
"Thank you, Tristan. Always so diligent. All of you are welcome to stay here for the night, Master Duncan, the manor is large enough. I'll have the servants ready some rooms."
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 21, 2020 12:18:41 GMT -5
Duncan waves his hand as an indication that the papers would be signed. Damned the dark-haired man and his persistence.
That's all fine, Lord Tully, but I think we will be returning to our encampment.
The others nod their heads in agreement.
Make sure everything is accounted for for the King after all as several thousand of our men are being sent to the Wall.
With Gorys to be executed, who would manage those things? Likely someone sent by Stannis.
When you are ready to depart, call for us and we will be ready.
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Post by Pinkerton on Jul 21, 2020 13:06:37 GMT -5
Duncan waves his hand as an indication that the papers would be signed. Damned the dark-haired man and his persistence. That's all fine, Lord Tully, but I think we will be returning to our encampment.The others nod their heads in agreement. Make sure everything is accounted for for the King after all as several thousand of our men are being sent to the Wall.With Gorys to be executed, who would manage those things? Likely someone sent by Stannis. When you are ready to depart, call for us and we will be ready.The dark-haired man promptly leaves to prepare the documents Edmure is left alone with the former mercenaries. "I don't plan to tell the King about this. I was under the impression that those Golden Company members able to pay their ransoms were freemen. What freemen do and don't do is of no concern to the Crown."
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