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Post by oznerol on Jul 6, 2020 7:16:06 GMT -5
Garlan Tyrell arrives at the head of a host to Highgarden itself, riding under the banner of the twin roses, he goes through the maze, the curtain walls and the gatehouses until he arrived to the keep, heart of the old Gardener's seat.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 6, 2020 15:21:37 GMT -5
Talla nodded solemnly as he spoke, "I have no doubt that he has good reason. My father has always been a hard man, but not unreasonable, I am sure that it was thought out." At his next words, she finally cracked a smile. "You are strong in my eyes, my love, stronger than any man I have known. The fact that the world sees your brothers and sister as more impressive only further convinces me that they don't know you as I do. I am happy always to be here at your side and support you."
He could barely stand it when he spoke those words, but the Tyrells had suffered too many injuries and betrayals recently. Highgarden was safe for now, he told himself, with Garlan and his grandmother in charge.Garlan Tyrell arrives at the head of a host to Highgarden itself, riding under the banner of the twin roses, he goes through the maze, the curtain walls and the gatehouses until he arrived to the keep, heart of the old Gardener's seat.
"Oh my brave Garlan, come give me a hug. You've outdone yourselves this time, protecting Oldtown from those savage Ironborn and killing their mad king. Soon enough their victories will turn to dust when the Arbor and the Shields are liberated. How are you, my dear boy?"
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Post by oznerol on Jul 6, 2020 15:35:51 GMT -5
Garlan Tyrell arrives at the head of a host to Highgarden itself, riding under the banner of the twin roses, he goes through the maze, the curtain walls and the gatehouses until he arrived to the keep, heart of the old Gardener's seat.
"Oh my brave Garlan, come give me a hug. You've outdone yourselves this time, protecting Oldtown from those savage Ironborn and killing their mad king. Soon enough their victories will turn to dust when the Arbor and the Shields are liberated. How are you, my dear boy?"The man dutyfully hugs his grandmother, filial. Then, Garlan colapsed in a seat nearby, under a canopy of vines. He looked sleep deprived. "I'm completely exhausted, grandmother. I didn't sleep for days in a row and combat took a toll on me, I'm in much need of a rest"He extends a hand to pour himself some tea, then chewed on a pastry, slowly.
"Hummm... lemon cakes. And the tea has... orange? Something citric. Delightful"Garlan swallows.
"Anyway, it was my greatest ordeal to date, but, it's done, the Ironborn are routed and killing that bastard was, certainly, satisfactory. Uncle Redwyne is reclaiming his seat as we speak and I was no longer needed in Oldtown"He sips tea again. "Yet, my brother is driving me mad of late. First, he somehow forgets to tell me of my own father's death"Garlan looks sad. "And next, despite he has still many men to lord he bends the knee to his murderer. He has abandoned my brother and sister in the hands of rascals and vagrants. Where's Margaery? Where's Loras? I cannot rest until they're returned and well. Why has he abandoned our brother-in-law king Tommen? We threw our lot with Lannister and now he gains nothing from supporting this pretender at King's Landing save a seat in a council that could be a regency if the sweet lad ruled instead of a dragon"
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 7, 2020 8:41:34 GMT -5
A raven arrives from the Stormlands in response, sealed with the crowned stag.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 7, 2020 12:55:50 GMT -5
The man dutyfully hugs his grandmother, filial. Then, Garlan colapsed in a seat nearby, under a canopy of vines. He looked sleep deprived. "I'm completely exhausted, grandmother. I didn't sleep for days in a row and combat took a toll on me, I'm in much need of a rest"He extends a hand to pour himself some tea, then chewed on a pastry, slowly.
"Hummm... lemon cakes. And the tea has... orange? Something citric. Delightful"Garlan swallows.
"Anyway, it was my greatest ordeal to date, but, it's done, the Ironborn are routed and killing that bastard was, certainly, satisfactory. Uncle Redwyne is reclaiming his seat as we speak and I was no longer needed in Oldtown"He sips tea again. "Yet, my brother is driving me mad of late. First, he somehow forgets to tell me of my own father's death"Garlan looks sad. "And next, despite he has still many men to lord he bends the knee to his murderer. He has abandoned my brother and sister in the hands of rascals and vagrants. Where's Margaery? Where's Loras? I cannot rest until they're returned and well. Why has he abandoned our brother-in-law king Tommen? We threw our lot with Lannister and now he gains nothing from supporting this pretender at King's Landing save a seat in a council that could be a regency if the sweet lad ruled instead of a dragon"
She took a sip of her own tea before continuing."The news of your father's death trickled in through rumors at first, nothing that we could rely on for certain. We could only confirm his demise when the remnants of our army returned with his body. Willas, despite his seniority and intelligence, is still somewhat innocent in some aspects to the way of the world. He jumped straight into his work instead of mourning, but I doubt the shock has really set in yet. He'll need his family sooner or later. But that does not excuse his negligence and not sending a raven to you. We'll have to give him an earful when we see him again."
The Queen of Thorns gave her grandson a stern look."Is that how you view your brother's efforts? I thought I taught you much better than that, Garlan. He bent the knee to save our house from utter demise. Your father's army of 40,000 men were more or less wiped out in the Kingswood, and several banners stabbed him in the back from the reports I've seen... among them Randyll Tarly and Mathis Rowan."Pausing for a moment, she grabbed a few lemon cakes for her own plate and cut them up into smaller pieces."Obviously there were quite a few Reach lords with hidden sympathies for the Targaryen cause, and we had no idea who was with us and who were preparing to betray us. With your army tied down in Oldtown, Garlan, the Reach was on its way towards civil war. Your sister and her entire entourage are currently in the hands of the Dornish, secret Targaryen supporters to no one's surprise, while Loras is in the hands of that pirate lord at Dragonstone. With all of these factors added up, Willas made a decision that he thought was necessary to save the Reach and House Tyrell - he bent the knee, avoiding further bloodshed for now."
She leaned back and looked over at the rosebushes in the godswood. The golden roses of Highgarden had a special place in the garden, valued more highly than the ones that grew in acres around the castle.
"Do you remember the words, Garlan, under the golden rose of our house? 'Growing Strong'. No matter what happens to the realm, House Tyrell always grow in strength, even if the entire rosebush is uprooted. We allied with Renly before he was killed, then the Lannisters when their star was rising. Now the Lannisters have lost the throne and their most prominent members are dead or in exile. Tommen is a child in the hands of a pirate, what good would it do us to support his claim when the rest of the Seven Kingdoms are sworn to either Stannis or Aegon? With half the Reach already marching under the banner of the red dragon? Don't be foolish, Garlan. With our new allegiance to the Targaryens, we have a better chance of rescuing your siblings than we would have propping up a boy we don't even control."Olenna leaned forward and gave Garlan a long, cold stare. She made sure he was quiet before she spoke again. Her tone was serious and somewhat sinister, implying things that the honorable Garlan the Gallant may not receive well."And lest you think I've grown soft, I still remember the names of the men who murdered my son. Randyll Tarly, Mathis Rowan, Aegon Targaryen, the Martells... remember their names well, Garlan, we'll have our justice sooner or later. But we must endure it a little bit more. After all, Joffrey didn't die until the war was more or less over, and before he could hurt your sister."
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 7, 2020 17:26:55 GMT -5
A letter arrives, from Dorne, written in a feminine hand.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 8, 2020 12:48:27 GMT -5
The man dutyfully hugs his grandmother, filial. Then, Garlan colapsed in a seat nearby, under a canopy of vines. He looked sleep deprived. "I'm completely exhausted, grandmother. I didn't sleep for days in a row and combat took a toll on me, I'm in much need of a rest"He extends a hand to pour himself some tea, then chewed on a pastry, slowly.
"Hummm... lemon cakes. And the tea has... orange? Something citric. Delightful"Garlan swallows.
"Anyway, it was my greatest ordeal to date, but, it's done, the Ironborn are routed and killing that bastard was, certainly, satisfactory. Uncle Redwyne is reclaiming his seat as we speak and I was no longer needed in Oldtown"He sips tea again. "Yet, my brother is driving me mad of late. First, he somehow forgets to tell me of my own father's death"Garlan looks sad. "And next, despite he has still many men to lord he bends the knee to his murderer. He has abandoned my brother and sister in the hands of rascals and vagrants. Where's Margaery? Where's Loras? I cannot rest until they're returned and well. Why has he abandoned our brother-in-law king Tommen? We threw our lot with Lannister and now he gains nothing from supporting this pretender at King's Landing save a seat in a council that could be a regency if the sweet lad ruled instead of a dragon"
She took a sip of her own tea before continuing."The news of your father's death trickled in through rumors at first, nothing that we could rely on for certain. We could only confirm his demise when the remnants of our army returned with his body. Willas, despite his seniority and intelligence, is still somewhat innocent in some aspects to the way of the world. He jumped straight into his work instead of mourning, but I doubt the shock has really set in yet. He'll need his family sooner or later. But that does not excuse his negligence and not sending a raven to you. We'll have to give him an earful when we see him again."
The Queen of Thorns gave her grandson a stern look."Is that how you view your brother's efforts? I thought I taught you much better than that, Garlan. He bent the knee to save our house from utter demise. Your father's army of 40,000 men were more or less wiped out in the Kingswood, and several banners stabbed him in the back from the reports I've seen... among them Randyll Tarly and Mathis Rowan."Pausing for a moment, she grabbed a few lemon cakes for her own plate and cut them up into smaller pieces."Obviously there were quite a few Reach lords with hidden sympathies for the Targaryen cause, and we had no idea who was with us and who were preparing to betray us. With your army tied down in Oldtown, Garlan, the Reach was on its way towards civil war. Your sister and her entire entourage are currently in the hands of the Dornish, secret Targaryen supporters to no one's surprise, while Loras is in the hands of that pirate lord at Dragonstone. With all of these factors added up, Willas made a decision that he thought was necessary to save the Reach and House Tyrell - he bent the knee, avoiding further bloodshed for now."
She leaned back and looked over at the rosebushes in the godswood. The golden roses of Highgarden had a special place in the garden, valued more highly than the ones that grew in acres around the castle.
"Do you remember the words, Garlan, under the golden rose of our house? 'Growing Strong'. No matter what happens to the realm, House Tyrell always grow in strength, even if the entire rosebush is uprooted. We allied with Renly before he was killed, then the Lannisters when their star was rising. Now the Lannisters have lost the throne and their most prominent members are dead or in exile. Tommen is a child in the hands of a pirate, what good would it do us to support his claim when the rest of the Seven Kingdoms are sworn to either Stannis or Aegon? With half the Reach already marching under the banner of the red dragon? Don't be foolish, Garlan. With our new allegiance to the Targaryens, we have a better chance of rescuing your siblings than we would have propping up a boy we don't even control."Olenna leaned forward and gave Garlan a long, cold stare. She made sure he was quiet before she spoke again. Her tone was serious and somewhat sinister, implying things that the honorable Garlan the Gallant may not receive well."And lest you think I've grown soft, I still remember the names of the men who murdered my son. Randyll Tarly, Mathis Rowan, Aegon Targaryen, the Martells... remember their names well, Garlan, we'll have our justice sooner or later. But we must endure it a little bit more. After all, Joffrey didn't die until the war was more or less over, and before he could hurt your sister." Said Garlan. "My sister was foolish to deliver herself to the viper, he should have returned home, here she's safe. Highgarden has little peers in size and strenght"He narrowed eyes. "All the traitors must be rounded up and attainted. If Tarly is a traitor I will have his head. If you, grandmother, think that further trouble might be spared if we pretend to follow the dragon, so be it, but remember Aegon is marching against Stannis. I know him. He will not be easily defeated and he has done so with men twice the size of this pretender. And his wife is a Florent: little love they have for Highgarden, which they pretend"
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 11, 2020 11:04:31 GMT -5
"We're still powerful, we could have done many things, yet he yielded and bend his knee in the earnest"Said Garlan. "My sister was foolish to deliver herself to the viper, he should have returned home, here she's safe. Highgarden has little peers in size and strenght"He narrowed eyes. "All the traitors must be rounded up and attainted. If Tarly is a traitor I will have his head. If you, grandmother, think that further trouble might be spared if we pretend to follow the dragon, so be it, but remember Aegon is marching against Stannis. I know him. He will not be easily defeated and he has done so with men twice the size of this pretender. And his wife is a Florent: little love they have for Highgarden, which they pretend"
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Post by oznerol on Jul 13, 2020 15:52:09 GMT -5
"We're still powerful, we could have done many things, yet he yielded and bend his knee in the earnest"Said Garlan. "My sister was foolish to deliver herself to the viper, he should have returned home, here she's safe. Highgarden has little peers in size and strenght"He narrowed eyes. "All the traitors must be rounded up and attainted. If Tarly is a traitor I will have his head. If you, grandmother, think that further trouble might be spared if we pretend to follow the dragon, so be it, but remember Aegon is marching against Stannis. I know him. He will not be easily defeated and he has done so with men twice the size of this pretender. And his wife is a Florent: little love they have for Highgarden, which they pretend" He said. "It's a burden I must carry, aye. I hope my brother knows what he's doing. What I know is that the more men we have here, the better"
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 17, 2020 15:57:15 GMT -5
"You shall live many more years, grandmother, you lived through worse. You survived several wars, I bet you can see this one concluded"He said. "It's a burden I must carry, aye. I hope my brother knows what he's doing. What I know is that the more men we have here, the better"
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 1, 2020 13:40:16 GMT -5
A host of riders flying the banners of Sunspear and other minor Dornish houses arrive at Highgarden, along with several litters and wheelhouses. Amidst the sea of orange suns, white swords and black portcullises, a golden rose sails high on a silk banner as big as a sheet. Margaery Tyrell is returned to her home, escorted by Lord Tristayne, the only surviving brother of the Princess Arianne. Youthful fleshiness had given way to good length of bone and hard muscle, the newly made knight having earned his spurs squiring for Lord Allyrion. He rode at the front of the snaking column on a splendid mare dappled in red, a gift from Lord Uller for his sixteenth name day, and a herald rode ahead to alert the Tyrells as to the party’s arrival.
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Post by Royal Joker on Aug 1, 2020 15:01:46 GMT -5
The Tyrell guards came out in full force in the courtyard, standing at attention and surrounding the Dornish host. The distrustful gaze in their eyes witnessed of something more than the usual Dorne-Reach rivalry from centuries of warfare. The treachery against Lord Mace had spread quickly from the surviving loyal troops, many of them among the guardsmen in the courtyard. The silence was deafening.
Clicks were heard slowly getting closer from a balcony. Lord Willas suddenly appeared, cane in hand. A slight scowl betrayed his suspicion against the Martells. He descended down a staircase, stopping just short of the line of Tyrell guardsmen. He stared at Tristayne Martell.
"Lord Martell, an honor to finally meet you. Is my sister safe?"
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 1, 2020 16:41:12 GMT -5
Trystsane dismounted, the only surviving son of Doran Martell having grown tall, gangly, and awkward. His formerly round face had been stretched thin and his straight black hair was now scraped back and tied neatly behind his head in a knot. Olive and smooth skinned with prominent cheekbones and a sharp nose, the Prince looked rather like his uncle at the same age, though whilst the Red Viper was prickly and saturnine his nephew was bright eyed and quick to smile. He wore lamellar scales of polished bronze that glinted even in the dying winter sun. From his hip hung a sheathed sabre, the pommel gilded and encrusted with several gemstones, the castle-forged steel resting in a patterned leather sheath.
”Lord Willas, I am honoured.” Trystane bowed graciously before moving to the wheelhouse and aiding Margaery herself from the horse drawn vehicle that had bore her and her household from Sunspear to Highgarden.”Safe and sound, my Lord, now that the passages through the marches are clear and the paths through the Red Mountains have been made safe for travel.”
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Post by oznerol on Aug 2, 2020 3:28:15 GMT -5
Garlan had arrived slightly late to the welcome, as he was promenading around when the Martell had arrived, by his wife's arm.
"Sister!"
Garlan reached for her youngest sibling and raised her with both hands from the floor. He was twice as broader and stronger than the young Trystane.
"I'm glad to see you returned. I would have crossed the whole country to get you back. I feared they would not return you to us"
He said. Tyrell was wearing a lavish green gown, with long cut sleeves. Lady Tyrell, his wife, was among the ladies present, a beauty to behold, but veiled by sadness and loss.
"You're Doran's son. My condolences, he ruled for many decades fairly"
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Post by Royal Joker on Aug 3, 2020 3:20:29 GMT -5
Trystsane dismounted, the only surviving son of Doran Martell having grown tall, gangly, and awkward. His formerly round face had been stretched thin and his straight black hair was now scraped back and tied neatly behind his head in a knot. Olive and smooth skinned with prominent cheekbones and a sharp nose, the Prince looked rather like his uncle at the same age, though whilst the Red Viper was prickly and saturnine his nephew was bright eyed and quick to smile. He wore lamellar scales of polished bronze that glinted even in the dying winter sun. From his hip hung a sheathed sabre, the pommel gilded and encrusted with several gemstones, the castle-forged steel resting in a patterned leather sheath. ”Lord Willas, I am honoured.” Trystane bowed graciously before moving to the wheelhouse and aiding Margaery herself from the horse drawn vehicle that had bore her and her household from Sunspear to Highgarden. ”Safe and sound, my Lord, now that the passages through the marches are clear and the paths through the Red Mountains have been made safe for travel.” Garlan had arrived slightly late to the welcome, as he was promenading around when the Martell had arrived, by his wife's arm. "Sister!"Garlan reached for her youngest sibling and raised her with both hands from the floor. He was twice as broader and stronger than the young Trystane.
"I'm glad to see you returned. I would have crossed the whole country to get you back. I feared they would not return you to us"He said. Tyrell was wearing a lavish green gown, with long cut sleeves. Lady Tyrell, his wife, was among the ladies present, a beauty to behold, but veiled by sadness and loss.
"You're Doran's son. My condolences, he ruled for many decades fairly"Margaery embraced her older brother tightly. The last few years had been the most horrifying in her life, and it brought her great comfort to finally be back home with her family. Seven curse the Iron Throne, she wanted no part of it any longer! "Oh Garlan, how I've missed you!"
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