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Post by oznerol on Jul 23, 2020 14:15:16 GMT -5
The Small Council had been in session every other day for the past few weeks, as the King and his advisors hammered out the myriad issues left to them by their predecessors. Lady Arryn is escorted by Lord Sweet and Ser Scales to the chambers within the Holdfast where they would meet, once some apartments are found for her household in the city. —- ”Ser Bronn.”The King’s herald had called out the name of the upjumped sellsword that had boasted of raising the chain that wrecked his fleet. Stannis did not look amused even by his standards as the Lord of Stokeworth came forward, sunken eyes narrowed and formidable brow creased in vexation.
He said, a scowl on his face, with a curt bow. "My wife delivered a babe and she's still recovering from it, that's why I came alone"Bronn remembered pretty well the screams and cries of Baratheon's men when they burned alive. They made a crispy meal for the fishes. The sellsword was wearing a handsome doublet and a rich fur-lined cloak. His hair was well-trimmed and combed backwards, he looked like a lord. Almost. If you forgave his manners and the rugged face. "I congratulate your Grace for wrecking the Lyseni welp"
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Post by ironaquilifer on Jul 23, 2020 16:03:46 GMT -5
The knight of Golden Tooth accepted the words of his new king with a pleased smile. "And I hope my service to Your Grace will be long and fulfilling." With that Eldred made to leave, having regained something of his older posture. The wounds seemed less serious now.
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Post by pontifex on Jul 23, 2020 16:25:03 GMT -5
Three riders made their way into the city. One lacked a right arm, the other seemed am oversized woman knight and the third seemed a very anxious young squire. It had been a long while since Jaime Lannister had glimpsed the Red Keep but it was familiar enough. Cersei was dead and as for Myrcella and Tommen, they were as good as dead if not already. It saddened him but no more than he had been saddened when he held Joff as he was dying. He felt sadness but not an overwhelming sense of loss.
The three of them proceeded to the red Keep where finally Brienne dismounted and the three entered to see Stannis. Brienne was not happy to see the man on the throne, the man who had killed her beloved Renly, but at least he was just. He would allow Jaime to take the Black, and that would be some consolation. Brienne waited to be called forward.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 23, 2020 17:52:07 GMT -5
The Small Council had been in session every other day for the past few weeks, as the King and his advisors hammered out the myriad issues left to them by their predecessors. Lady Arryn is escorted by Lord Sweet and Ser Scales to the chambers within the Holdfast where they would meet, once some apartments are found for her household in the city. —- ”Ser Bronn.”The King’s herald had called out the name of the upjumped sellsword that had boasted of raising the chain that wrecked his fleet. Stannis did not look amused even by his standards as the Lord of Stokeworth came forward, sunken eyes narrowed and formidable brow creased in vexation.
He said, a scowl on his face, with a curt bow. "My wife delivered a babe and she's still recovering from it, that's why I came alone"Bronn remembered pretty well the screams and cries of Baratheon's men when they burned alive. They made a crispy meal for the fishes. The sellsword was wearing a handsome doublet and a rich fur-lined cloak. His hair was well-trimmed and combed backwards, he looked like a lord. Almost. If you forgave his manners and the rugged face. "I congratulate your Grace for wrecking the Lyseni welp"
They’d not fought for the Dragon, either. Stannis knew Bronn by reputation as a cutthroat and an opportunist, Tyrion Lannister’s favourite sellsword.
“You’re bold to come here, sellsword. A few years past you raised your sword against me for the Lannisters. I do not forget.”Three riders made their way into the city. One lacked a right arm, the other seemed am oversized woman knight and the third seemed a very anxious young squire. It had been a long while since Jaime Lannister had glimpsed the Red Keep but it was familiar enough. Cersei was dead and as for Myrcella and Tommen, they were as good as dead if not already. It saddened him but no more than he had been saddened when he held Joff as he was dying. He felt sadness but not an overwhelming sense of loss. The three of them proceeded to the red Keep where finally Brienne dismounted and the three entered to see Stannis. Brienne was not happy to see the man on the throne, the man who had killed her beloved Renly, but at least he was just. He would allow Jaime to take the Black, and that would be some consolation. Brienne waited to be called forward. Many gasped and started whispering as Ser Jaime entered, for despite the long years lost to the world the Kingslayer remained one of the most famous men in all the Seven Kingdoms. Stannis leaned forward on his uncomfortable seat as the mismatched crew presented themselves, the Kingsguard warily resting their hands on the hilts of their swords. “Kingslayer.” The King called down, ignoring the other two for the present. No hint of recognition flickered in his eyes at the Lady Brienne or Podrick, and they were perhaps fortunate enough to have been forgotten in favour of their famous companion.“You lost a hand I see. Have you now grown tired of your head?”Despite the jape, Stannis did not appear amused in the slightest.“And who are these motley fools you bring with you?”
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Post by pontifex on Jul 23, 2020 17:59:18 GMT -5
"This is Lady Brienne of Tarth and Podrick of house Payne." Jaime answered with no hint of his typical sarcasm. He eyed the Kingsguard and remembered how he must look to them from that perspective.
He raised his stump "The Goat of Qohor took my hand outside of Harrenhall. By all rights I should have died from the wound, perhaps I have been on borrowed time ever since. I do rather value my head however. I would prefer not to lose it."
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Sers Horpe and Crane looked on incredulous. Lannister was either immeasurably brave or colossally stupid. So far in Horpe's estimation it seemed the latter. Some men were beyond any merch, and the Kingslayer was one of them. Stannis" justice would be swift.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 23, 2020 18:11:43 GMT -5
”I remember Lady Brienne fought for my brother when he was fool enough to claim a crown. Fools love a fool.”
The King’s face contorted into a grimace, the crow’s feet around his sunken eyes becoming more pronounced. Stannis momentarily paused as he recalled the parley before the walls of Storm’s End, and his fool brother presenting him with a peach. He let out a long exhale.
”Then you should have used it. Cuckolding a king with your own sister and slaying another is treason enough to lose your head twice over.”
Despite the damning indictment, Stannis made no move to have the Lannister seized. His sudden appearance had taken the King by surprise.
”And you have returned to face justice? Or beg for mercy?”
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Post by pontifex on Jul 23, 2020 18:17:49 GMT -5
Lady Brienne's face reddened and her breath came deep and slow. She would not even look Stannis is the eyes.
Jaime allowed a sideways smile. "The best justice is salted with mercy." He replied. "I beg to take the Black. I will exchange a white cloak for a black one. My sins are many, but I have known suffering. I spent the majority of my life these past years in shackles in dungeons, I lost my hand, nearly died from the wound, and was judges by none other than Catelyn Tully. She yet lives, or at least she did as of four weeks ago. Since then I have helped restore Riverrun to House Tully, as the Blackfish will attest. I have spent half my life accruing sin after sin, but I have turned a new leaf. It is time to mend the damage I have done."
He ground his teeth. "As for Aerys...King Robert pardoned me for that." No, he would not apologize for Aerys.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 23, 2020 18:35:59 GMT -5
”A good act does not wash out the bad, Kingslayer.”
Stannis paused, and raised his hand.
”Take them to the dungeons.”
The King commanded, and the guardsmen stepped forward to apprehend them. Stannis looked troubled as they were led away, all three taken down to the cells where Lord Eddard once languished whilst the King ruminated on their fate.
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Post by pontifex on Jul 23, 2020 18:39:51 GMT -5
Jaime did not look surprised, but Brienne almost reached for her sword, this was not justice. Was she the only one to fight for Renly who would not be pardoned for that crime?
Ser Parmen stepped forward and grabbed Jaime roughly, and he was joined by household guards to escort the trio to the black cells. Horpe smiled cruelly and raised the visor on his golden helm.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 24, 2020 11:30:11 GMT -5
"King Stannis, I come to bend my knees, as you can very well see"
He said, a scowl on his face, with a curt bow. "My wife delivered a babe and she's still recovering from it, that's why I came alone"Bronn remembered pretty well the screams and cries of Baratheon's men when they burned alive. They made a crispy meal for the fishes. The sellsword was wearing a handsome doublet and a rich fur-lined cloak. His hair was well-trimmed and combed backwards, he looked like a lord. Almost. If you forgave his manners and the rugged face. "I congratulate your Grace for wrecking the Lyseni welp"
They’d not fought for the Dragon, either. Stannis knew Bronn by reputation as a cutthroat and an opportunist, Tyrion Lannister’s favourite sellsword.
“You’re bold to come here, sellsword. A few years past you raised your sword against me for the Lannisters. I do not forget.” Said Bronn, pointing at the throne. "And... oh well, a man does what he must. They paid me in good coin and gave me a castle for my trouble, but the whore queen is dead and here I'm swearing fealty, my king. I couldn't be bothered to yield to the dragon, you see?"
He smiled. There was something... predator-like in that smile. And he was missing a tooth, but not in the front and it was hard to see.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 24, 2020 11:54:55 GMT -5
“No thanks to Stokeworth nor any other or my loyal vassals.”
They’d not fought for the Dragon, either. Stannis knew Bronn by reputation as a cutthroat and an opportunist, Tyrion Lannister’s favourite sellsword.
“You’re bold to come here, sellsword. A few years past you raised your sword against me for the Lannisters. I do not forget.” Said Bronn, pointing at the throne. "And... oh well, a man does what he must. They paid me in good coin and gave me a castle for my trouble, but the whore queen is dead and here I'm swearing fealty, my king. I couldn't be bothered to yield to the dragon, you see?"
He smiled. There was something... predator-like in that smile. And he was missing a tooth, but not in the front and it was hard to see.
Riders arrive from the Vale of Arryn, four score knights and several wheelhouses coming down the Kingsroad. A dozen banners fluttered in the breeze, the Fox of Florent with several differentiations; two foxes, three foxes, a fox impaled with a stag, a fox and stag quartered with the Red God’s burning heart. The Queen and her Florent kin descended on the capital like a horde of Dothraki, led by Ser Axell, the would be Hand of the Queen. Lord Alekyne and Ser Colin had rode to join them from the Reach following the news of the King’s victory, and so the entire clan of the big-eared royal in-laws came to bask in the victory of their king. The Princess Shireen was with them, having insisted on riding alongside her sworn sword Ser Devan rather than join her mother in the great gilded monstrosity that was the royal wheelhouse. Stannis’ sole daughter wore a fair gown of green and gold, and had her face not been marked by the touch of greyscale many men might have considered her comely, for she had grown taller and more slender of face since the war’s beginning. Alas that she still had the large ears of the Florents, but there was little that could be done about that.
The battered city gates were opened to let them pass, and the knights were preparing to keep the mob at bay as the ill-loved Queen made her way towards the Red Keep to see her Lord Husband.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 26, 2020 11:13:14 GMT -5
"Aye, I'm afraid my wife has little swords. Mine and few else, not enough to sit you there, my king"Said Bronn, pointing at the throne. "And... oh well, a man does what he must. They paid me in good coin and gave me a castle for my trouble, but the whore queen is dead and here I'm swearing fealty, my king. I couldn't be bothered to yield to the dragon, you see?"
He smiled. There was something... predator-like in that smile. And he was missing a tooth, but not in the front and it was hard to see.
Said Bronn with a curt bow. "If you have need of my sword, you'll have it"He guessed he'd have to soften the king up before even dare to bring up the matter of Rosby.
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Post by Royal Joker on Aug 3, 2020 3:44:13 GMT -5
The harbor of King's Landing was relatively quiet for a bustling city one day, as life slowly returned to normal after the end of the war. Yet that would change as outlooks spotted the arrival of a number of longships in Blackwater Bay, black sails adorned with the golden kraken.
The nimble longships anchored at the docks and the hardened warriors of the Iron Islands made their way on shore, led by their young Lady Reaper of Pyke. Asha took a deep breath of the awful city air mixed with the saltwater of the bay before making her way toward the Red Keep on Aegon's Hill. Her best warriors joined her as her honor guard, while many others spread out into the city to find ale and whores.
Asha entered the throne room after her presence was announced, confident and beaming.
"Your grace, your Master of Ships has arrived. Excuse the slight delay, we ran into some rough weather around the Stepstones."
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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Aug 3, 2020 11:13:08 GMT -5
Lord Umber, the Greatjon arrives at the red keep and requests an audience with King Stannis.
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 3, 2020 14:42:17 GMT -5
”Lady Greyjoy. I expected no different.”
Stannis gloomily replied, tone and expression rather ambiguous. Seated high upon the Iron Throne, the King greatly resembled his stone-carved likeness that watched the doors to the slowly rising Red Temple on Rhaenys’ Hill. He was like a rock made flesh, thick brows furrowed and square jaw held firmly in place.
”It is time we put your fleet to good use. The Stepstones must be cleared of piracy, and while the Iron Throne is without a fleet of its own it falls upon the Ironborn to make safe our eastern shores. I have here a royal decree that makes you Lady of the Stepstones in perpetuity to this effect.”
With but a gesture, one of the King’s ministers placed a sealed writ in his hand.
”I would also have the expertise of the Ironborn in building a new royal fleet, after the last was destroyed by Wildfire.”
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”Lord Umber. I see you survived Lord Walder’s hospitality.”
The King greeted the Northman rather sharply.
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