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Post by Pinkerton on Jun 10, 2020 19:32:30 GMT -5
Edmure had been having problems sleeping ever since he found out his wife and daughter would soon join him in his imprisonment. Some part of him preferred they'd stay in the Twins, to denounce the child, to deny his fatherhood; but he couldn't. The girl wasn't to blame, she was a pawn in a cruel game.
So he hid for as long as he could, but after a while, the servants found him. He thought he heard something strange in one of the privies, perhaps the famous Ghost of Casterly?
"Ser Devan, I'm told my wife and child are here. Would you lead me to them?"
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 10, 2020 20:17:57 GMT -5
Edmure had been having problems sleeping ever since he found out his wife and daughter would soon join him in his imprisonment. Some part of him preferred they'd stay in the Twins, to denounce the child, to deny his fatherhood; but he couldn't. The girl wasn't to blame, she was a pawn in a cruel game. So he hid for as long as he could, but after a while, the servants found him. He thought he heard something strange in one of the privies, perhaps the famous Ghost of Casterly?"Ser Devan, I'm told my wife and child are here. Would you lead me to them?" Devan was walking down the hallway when Edmure popped up. He motions to a knight who proceeds to stand before Tully. Ser Tristan will lead you to your wife and child. I have further business to attend to. Walder Frey, Emmon's son, is with her as her escort.The Lannister then continues down the hallway, taking a letter from a passing maester of word from the Riverlands.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 11, 2020 6:55:07 GMT -5
Edmure had been having problems sleeping ever since he found out his wife and daughter would soon join him in his imprisonment. Some part of him preferred they'd stay in the Twins, to denounce the child, to deny his fatherhood; but he couldn't. The girl wasn't to blame, she was a pawn in a cruel game. So he hid for as long as he could, but after a while, the servants found him. He thought he heard something strange in one of the privies, perhaps the famous Ghost of Casterly?"Ser Devan, I'm told my wife and child are here. Would you lead me to them?" A young man appeared some thereafter, tying up his breeches. He found Edmure in front of his aunt's chamber.
"Oh, hello, uncle Ed! Can I call you uncle Ed?"The teenager had finished his bussiness with whatever was under his belt, everything was now in place and taken care of. It had been a good one. He was just a fifteen years old with a mop of red hair, weasel face and almost a head shorter than Edmure. He wore a livery with a quartered heraldry of lions and bridges: and atrocious match. "I'm Walder. But not Black, Big, Small, or 'fucking old lusty and murderous' Walder. I'm the 'red' one"He looks at him with curiousity.
I listened that song about the floppy trout, but... he banged my auntie good enough. Just one bedding and she was with a lil' trout inside her belly. Good for uncle Ed.
"I'm afraid my father has your castle now. But don't kill me, please, I'm fourth in line, I'm sure you don't have to strangle me to have it back. Also, auntie Roslin might get sad? Maybe? I don't know. Anyway, I would get sad if you killed me, so don't"
He looked pensive, thinking if his life was truly worth something for anyone. "But, maybe you'll like this: my weasel of a father has rheuma, he will be living through Sevel Hells just by sitting at your chair, uncle Ed"
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Post by Pinkerton on Jun 11, 2020 13:54:11 GMT -5
Edmure stood silent for a long time. He opened his mouth a couple of times, but he didn't really know what to answer.
He finally broke the silence:
"You can call me anything, kid, but tell your father or your grandfather to get me and Roslin the fuck away from here. I'll be your dad's jester or clean the latrines of the Twins, but I can't stand it here anymore, for fuck sakes. Please"
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Post by oznerol on Jun 12, 2020 3:23:11 GMT -5
Edmure stood silent for a long time. He opened his mouth a couple of times, but he didn't really know what to answer. He finally broke the silence: "You can call me anything, kid, but tell your father or your grandfather to get me and Roslin the fuck away from here. I'll be your dad's jester or clean the latrines of the Twins, but I can't stand it here anymore, for fuck sakes. Please"Said the kid.
"But I'm not even a man grown, what the fuck would I do? Seven Hells will freeze before anyone ever pays atention to a fourth son"He looks at his shoes.
"And they wanted to kill you anyway..."Now that the castle was in the hands of Emmon Genna had vigorously argued for Edmure to be put to the sword, but Jaime had said that he would be brought to the Rock and ensured he would be safe and sound. No-one dared defy Jaime, least so Emmon, who had the willpower of a weasel.
"I can do nothing for you and auntie. I'm good for nothing, so I... plus, they would kill me too"He wipes his nose. "Or send me to the Wall. I don't know, I don't like it"
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Post by Pinkerton on Jun 12, 2020 10:13:12 GMT -5
Edmure sighed
"It's alright kid, don't beat yourself too hard. I got a bit carried away, anyway."
Poor adolescent bastard
"Can you at least tell me if they've found my uncle?"
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Post by oznerol on Jun 12, 2020 10:36:59 GMT -5
"The Blackfish is nowhere to be seen. They probably think he's not worth it or are to lazy to look for him. And not a single Frey is venturing much outside Riverrun or the Twins without heavy guard..."
He then gestures as he was being strangled by a rope, his arm of the air pulling insibly from his neck.
"Someone's hanging us. My cousin Petyr Pimple was found dangling from a tree like a ripe fruit. I don't wanna hang, uncle"
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 12, 2020 19:13:14 GMT -5
Ser Devan decides on a few connections after handling the recent Riverlander visits. Lucion Lannister, who had taken Red Walder as a squire, was to marry one of Lord Westerling's sisters while his own sister, Cerenna, was to wed the cousin of Lord Brax. He still had to figure out marriage choices for his other sister, Myrielle, and his cousin, Janei, who was Martyn Lannister's younger sister. With that decided, some more ravens are sent throughout the Westerlands, desiring to learn of any males available to wed these women. In the mean time, Devan considered his own options as a suggestion was made by Lord Baelish and there was the matter of securing Martyn's inheritance.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 14, 2020 3:22:42 GMT -5
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 14, 2020 15:39:35 GMT -5
Devan was preparing for the journey for his cousin, Martyn Lannister, who would be escorted by Ser Gerold Hill to Hayford to gather additional troops from Lord Brax. They would be needed to secure Darry while Martyn went to Harrenhal. With future of Kevan's loyal son secure, in terms of marriage and holding Darry, things were looking up. Especially given that Lucion was to be married and Devan's younger sister too. However, two ravens arrived while he was getting things situated for the journey ahead. Lucion came down to his cousin and whispered in his ear. The Warden turned and headed back into the castle's interior.
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Cersei calls for more levies and Lord Brax states of what is going on in King's Landing...
Devan says with his cousin, Lucion, present, the Steward Damion, Lucion's father, and a few of notables of the court. The Warden of the West mulls over the two letters, rubbing his face slightly. Lucion leans forward to speak with his cousin.
Devan, we must ride for King's Landing! We must aid her!
Damion, despite being old, scoffs at his son's remark.
And risk the fury of Tyrell? He has over thirty thousand men in the city, Lucion! We may barely be able to muster twenty thousand if we can combine new levies with that of Hayford!
Lucion turns to his old father.
She is our Queen, father! And our Lady Paramount!
Damion shakes his head.
She is a fool, Lucion. She tried to grab at the tiger's tail and now is cornered in a cave.
Lucion was about to speak further, but Devan raised his hand to silence his cousin. Those present seemed divided on what to do though. The Warden of the West considers his options before turning to Lucion and Damion.
Delay the departure of Martyn until I return. The safest route brings him too close to King's Landing and I will not risk my cousin's young life. I will take five hundred of our sellswords and ride for Hayford. The remainder will stay here to augment the guard present.
Daven points at Damion and Lucion.
Hold the fort till I get back.
Later that day, Devan rode out with his escort and headed for Hayford.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 17, 2020 12:14:11 GMT -5
One can masturbate so much until it gets boring. However, he kept at it just for the lack of anything else to do. Walder kept attending the classes by the old maester -interesting enough at times, other utterly painful- and the sparring with ser Lucion. Frey was often mocked by fellow squires, but the twats didn't know he actually wasn't the dullest in the family tree. All those Lannister cousins were far worse, one after the other. Stafford had been kind, but the others... He guessed the only good thing they ever did was managing to get their sister married to uncle Tywin. Walder scratched his head, covered by a mop of red hair, and sighed. Now, not even the utterly boring Devan remained. He missed his mother's japes and stories, his father's whiny remarks and... well, you get the idea, he was nostalgic. Bored, he wandered around and then saw the door to Devan's chambers... why not? He thought, trying to open it.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 26, 2020 16:56:30 GMT -5
Ten thousand banners gathered around the Rock. The newly returned levies had defected from Devan Lannister due to his actions in the capital. As a result, Lucion Lannister took over the army, but for who it was not known yet. Nonetheless, he commanded the troops to ensure that they did not become rowdy and remained disciplined. Martyn Lannister remained in the Rock with his newly wedded wife, Marissa Frey. He had been told to remain there, by Devan, due to the insecurities in the Crownlands and Riverlands. There was some confusion, but it was clear that the Westerlands had to make a decision in the near future of who to support and who would be the Lord or Lady of Casterly Rock. Damion had a mind for Myrcella while Lucion had a mind for Martyn. And, despite the army being under Lucion's command, they too were divided due to the agendas of their lords. The West was at a crossroads.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 26, 2020 17:05:46 GMT -5
Ten thousand banners gathered around the Rock. The newly returned levies had defected from Devan Lannister due to his actions in the capital. As a result, Lucion Lannister took over the army, but for who it was not known yet. Nonetheless, he commanded the troops to ensure that they did not become rowdy and remained disciplined. Martyn Lannister remained in the Rock with his newly wedded wife, Marissa Frey. He had been told to remain there, by Devan, due to the insecurities in the Crownlands and Riverlands. There was some confusion, but it was clear that the Westerlands had to make a decision in the near future of who to support and who would be the Lord or Lady of Casterly Rock. Damion had a mind for Myrcella while Lucion had a mind for Martyn. And, despite the army being under Lucion's command, they too were divided due to the agendas of their lords. The West was at a crossroads. Walder Frey visits Damion one rainy afternoon. He was whistling his way around the Rock, wearing his finest livery with the lion and the twin bridged towers. He had combed his red hair well and it shone like polished copper. The squire looked quite comely that day.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 26, 2020 17:11:15 GMT -5
Damion was in his office, counting coins. Armies did cost money after all. He looks up when Walder Frey enters.
Ser Frey?
He squints his eyes slightly as they weren't the best of seeing.
Ah yes! The red hair... Walder.
The older Lannister states.
What brings you here, boy?
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Post by oznerol on Jun 26, 2020 17:14:32 GMT -5
Damion was in his office, counting coins. Armies did cost money after all. He looks up when Walder Frey enters. Ser Frey?He squints his eyes slightly as they weren't the best of seeing. Ah yes! The red hair... Walder.The older Lannister states. What brings you here, boy?Said the young Frey. "I believe there's trouble brewing, may I inquire what's happening? I'm troubled by our lands' fate"He added, with solemn face.
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