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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Aug 3, 2020 15:38:35 GMT -5
The Northman grunted. "I've repaid it in kind your Grace." Umber countered, having some idea on how Stannis feelings for justice would probably bite the Greatjon. The Greatjon walked through the room, keeping his face at Stannis on the absurdly large Iron Throne. "I was told my sons fought for you?" The Greatjon hadn't seen his children for a long time.. the loss of his son, the smalljon weighed heavy upon him as he featured in his nightmares often.
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Post by Royal Joker on Aug 4, 2020 13:28:53 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.”
After pondering for a moment, she continued."The iron fleet can handle the initial fighting. If anyone wants to join us, they are free to volunteer. Once we conquer the Stepstones, we will need soldiers and laborers to establish outposts, ports, forts and lighthouses. After that, we can focus on rebuilding the royal fleet. I'll draw up some ideas in the meantime."
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 5, 2020 5:47:44 GMT -5
The Northman grunted. "I've repaid it in kind your Grace." Umber countered, having some idea on how Stannis feelings for justice would probably bite the Greatjon. The Greatjon walked through the room, keeping his face at Stannis on the absurdly large Iron Throne. "I was told my sons fought for you?" The Greatjon hadn't seen his children for a long time.. the loss of his son, the smalljon weighed heavy upon him as he featured in his nightmares often. ”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.”
After pondering for a moment, she continued."The iron fleet can handle the initial fighting. If anyone wants to join us, they are free to volunteer. Once we conquer the Stepstones, we will need soldiers and laborers to establish outposts, ports, forts and lighthouses. After that, we can focus on rebuilding the royal fleet. I'll draw up some ideas in the meantime."
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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Aug 5, 2020 13:36:23 GMT -5
Lord Umber exhaled sharply from the nose. HE had forgotten how much of a stern wanker the now King was.
"I come asking for justice." He said. "Last Hearth was hit heavy by the wars. I seek for colonists, from the south and for a piece of the frey loot. For torturing me and keeping me captive for years." The Greatjon concluded. Leaving one thing on the back of his tongue for the moment.
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 5, 2020 13:43:42 GMT -5
"Take some from the city, if any will follow you north in the dead of winter." Stannis drily replied. "I would have thought you thankful that there are less peasants that need to share the food. The land was hard as rock and covered in snow when winter had only just began." These Northmen were a strange people. "As for the Freys, I can give no more than has been given. No Frey sits in the Twins, or anywhere else, to my knowledge."
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Post by Royal Joker on Aug 5, 2020 14:43:30 GMT -5
Asha made a slight bow before leaving the great hall, off to locate her new quarters in the palace.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Aug 24, 2020 10:59:25 GMT -5
News had come ahead, by rider, of the Stormlands return to the Seven Kingdoms as well as the peace agreement made between Dorne and the Iron Throne, by Lord Arryn. Myrcella arrived shortly after the departure of Aurane Waters and she, along with those nobles who had supported Tommen, were escorted by Stormland and Vale knights to King's Landing. Those nobles who had continued to support the pretender were Whitehead, Swygert, Penrose, Musgood, Lapworth, Selmy, Peasebury, and Gower.
Harrold Arryn entered the Great Hall of the Red Keep with the Stormlander and Valemen knights on either side of surrendered nobles. He walked forward with Myrcella Waters... and the towering Robert Strong in tow. This guy really gave the Lord of the Vale the chills. 'He' didn't sleep, eat, nor anything. He just lumbered about and never spoke. Harrold knelt before Stannis, upon the Iron Throne.
Your Grace! I am pleased to report that Dorne and the Stormlands have bent the knee to you!
Harrold was more than happy to have the fighting be over with. His men could finally return home and be at peace. He then turns, glancing at the noblemen.
These sorry souls are the ones who continued to support the pretender Tommen. They surrendered at Weeping Town and I brought them here to be judged by you.
Lord Arryn turns away from them and exhales.
As stated in my message, the pirate, Aurane Waters, got away unfortunately. Along with the child pretender. There was nothing to stop them... the waters that they sailed away upon were uncontested.
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 25, 2020 8:57:30 GMT -5
"Greyjoy will find them, if they still are on the high seas." Stannis pulled his face even tighter, apparently displeased at Tommen's escape. Melisandre stood adjacent to the throne, as the King's red shade always did. Her ruby eyes never left the shambling Ser Strong. "Take the traitors to the Black Cells. And get this... Thing out of my sight." The King gestured distastefully to the shambling member of the Kingsguard. "The Kingslayer's bastard will stay in the Keep." Members of the Kingsguard and the City Watch gingerly stepped forward to prod the zombified Kingsguard to the dungeons. The Red Priestess stepped forward to command his attention, bending his will to her with a mere gaze.
"My daughter will now go to take her place at Storm's End. And let it be known that any man who brings me the head of the bastard Aurane Waters will win himself a lordship." Stannis Baratheon stood from the Iron Throne as his words echoed throughout the Great Hall like the cry of a war-horn. "Those who stood for the usurper Tommen are hereby attainted and condemned to death. Such is the fate of all who knowingly commit treason."
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Aug 25, 2020 9:59:02 GMT -5
Harrold himself moved a little out of the way as Melisendre, members of the Kingsguard, and City Watch took over the handling of this 'Ser Robert Strong.' After it was taken away, Lord Arryn watched as Myrcella was taken to her room for now. He returned his gaze to the King as his knights and Stormlander swords began escorting the noblemen, captured, away.
Lord Morrigen has stayed in the Stormlands to handle wrapping things up. A raven arrived stating that Nightsong was reclaimed by Lord Caron as well.
With that, the Stormlands were effectively reunited.
Your Grace, are you still in need of my services?
Harrold inquires, knowing he had a spot on the Small Council, but wasn't sure what the King needed.
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