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Post by Gandalf on Jun 7, 2020 16:53:16 GMT -5
Nymeria found it hard not to notice Ser Strong. A man mountain, silent as the grave. Anger rose in her gut, and she resolved to confide her suspicions in her cousin when she next wrote to Sunspear. For the mean time, she returned to her chambers.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 8, 2020 10:16:10 GMT -5
Word to Lord Tyrell comes from Paxter Redwyne. Apparently, the combined Redwyne-Hightower fleet has been smashed, the Arbor sacked, and Oldtown itself is under threat from Euron Crow’s Eye and his fleet.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 14, 2020 17:07:36 GMT -5
The Queen calls a meeting of the Small Council
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 14, 2020 17:31:15 GMT -5
Nymeria warily attends, on her guard now after the iron gates of the Red Keep slammed shut.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 14, 2020 17:41:31 GMT -5
Cersei addressed the gathered councilors in a simple fashion. "Lord Tyrell has committed treason. Without the leave or consultation of this body, he decided to release all hostages held with regards to the Riverlands. How he even managed to achieve this is beyond me, but his usurpation of authority is undisputed. All of us gathered here had a right to advise as to his actions, and yet Mace decided his authority was all that was required. He later appeared in force in the Red Keep with a guard to overthrow rightful Royal authority. Through the grace of the gods, the Kingsguard and my loyal bannermen have driven Tyrell out of the Red Keep. We all know the mettle of Mace Tyrell. He is a frightened, fragile man. He may have the numbers but he has none of the power or authority. Lord Brax marches to King's Landing - he will place it under siege and deny Tyrell the provisions necessary for him to do anything but starve where he is, and the city with him. The people and the faith will turn against him. All we must do is wait."
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 14, 2020 17:54:51 GMT -5
Nymeria seriously doubted the Queen’s assessment. Whatever cunning she once had was now replaced only with stubborn pride, a willingness to sabotage the most mutually beneficial political alliance in Westeros for little more than vanity. With Margaery so beloved of the people and Cersei under investigation by the Faith, she found it difficult to believe the High Septon would not side with the Tyrells.
”As you say, great Queen. We have time on our side. If it please you, my lady, my kin have no love for the Tyrells. Let me send word to Sunspear, and Dornishmen will press the Reach from the marches as their strength is tied up against the Ironborn.”
Sand seemed rather buoyant, despite the situation.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 14, 2020 18:16:24 GMT -5
"You shall have access to such ravens." Cersei allowed. "But Qyburn shall read the dispatches before they are sent." She smiled as she swallowed the last of her wine. "Nymeria, Nymeria. Don't you see?" None of the others had yet gathered, Cersei was alone with her. "Dorne may yet be the Crown's salvation. Marcella may be married to a son of Dorne but so may too my Son, the King." She sighed and paused for a long time. "Mace Tyrell is a traitor. He will be tried as such. I will not tolerate anything less. Dorne's loyalty is everything, or do you consider yourself immune from Tyrell's siege of the Red Keep? How long have the Martells seethed against Tyrell power? How long has the power of Sunspear been spent against the Reach? We are at war."
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 14, 2020 18:32:41 GMT -5
”If Mace Tyrell dares lay a hand on me, my sisters and Princess will take a hundred Tyrell heads in payment.”
Nymeria idly inspected her fingernails, as if discussing the price of a horse.
”We would happily show our loyalty, Your Grace. Give the word, and Dorne’s spears shall march for you.”
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Post by pontifex on Jun 15, 2020 9:22:26 GMT -5
Cersei doubted they would arrive in time to make much difference, but perhaps Mace would tarry long enough for Dorne to come into play. Bringing the Dornishmen to the Capital would merely replace one unsure ally with another, but it was a gamble she was willing to take. "Send word for Dorne's forces to March then, Nymeria."
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 10, 2020 19:04:37 GMT -5
The Blackwater had been blocked by Stannis Baratheon’s ships. Food had stopped coming from Highgarden, and the populace of the city was growing restless with the king and many of his soldiers absent from the city. They were ruled by a skeleton court, with Arianne left with those few who had not accompanied Aegon to war. There was no royal fleet, the treasury was empty, and the city was ill-defended and provisioned for a siege. The Queen gathered what advisors remained to her to plan for the defence of the city should the worst come to pass. Anyone of note left in the city was called to attend an enlarged emergency small council to discuss how best to ensure the survival of Aegon’s reign in its infancy. Arianne took her place at the head of the council table, as radiant and regal as ever in the silk and gemstone trappings of a queen. Her belly had begun to slightly round with child, though it was not yet noticeable save to those who knew her best.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 10, 2020 20:12:44 GMT -5
Lord Edric Dayne is present as an Advisor of the Small Council. His troops had gone to battle, but his sellswords remained in the city to help with its defense.
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Ser Devan Lannister, Lord Commander of the City Watch, arrives after the meeting is called.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 11, 2020 8:36:58 GMT -5
Daemon Sand takes a seat next to the queen, wearing white leather and cloak.
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Post by ironaquilifer on Jul 11, 2020 8:48:22 GMT -5
Perhaps a common knight would not have managed to press through to the chambers. Indeed perhaps a lone captain of the cloaks would have had no chance either. But Eldred Hill was neither. Making sure to keep himself within distance of Devan Lannister, the bastard of the Golden Tooth took a place among the numbered advisors, now conscious of his station. He did not know yet if his words would be heard, but the knight knew that it could only be beneficiary to learn what was going on, for the sake of the men he commanded, the lie went.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 11, 2020 12:19:59 GMT -5
Lord Willas Tyrell, Master of Laws, entered the council chambers and took his seat.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 11, 2020 16:53:55 GMT -5
”My Lords, it has been left to us to plan the defence of this city. Stannis has already taken the bay, and I do not intend to let him take the gates and walls without a battle. Should the worst come to pass, we must be prepared.”
Began the Queen, in an authoritative tone. She looked haughtily over at the Lord Commander of the Cloaks.
”Ser Lannister, I would have you impose a quarantine upon this city. Food must be conserved, for I fear even Highgarden will struggle during this winter.”
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