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Post by oznerol on May 31, 2023 9:32:13 GMT -5
Davos shivered, through from the cold or fear, he did not know. He was staring at his fingers, splayed out on the anvil before him. Two men held him in place, rough arms keeping him steady so that their lord would not miss. When they had grabbed him, he had realised that Lord Stannis Baratheon was entirely serious. ”Arms?” He parroted with wide eyes, not quite understanding why this was being asked of him. With a frown, he considered the ones he knew by sight. ”I fear all the good ones are taken, milord.” Glancing around, his eyes fell upon one of the barrels, now broken open. Onions were being piled into sacks, to be stored for rationing. ”An onion, I think. Or a ship. Both, so I never forget the gesture.” He somehow doubted he would forget. Baratheon raised an eyebrow. He looked at Cressen, who shrugs; he would be the one figuring out how to paint such a device.
"So be it"Said Stannis, and without further ado he raised and fell the cleaver, in five clean and fast cuts the joins were gone. Stannis hadn't even flinched, but he did not seem happy to do butcher's work either. The flesh hissed with the hot knife. The maester hurried himself with rose oil, bandages and such, cleaning and covering the wounds. Then, while the elderly man was at it, his liege lord, Stannis, unsheathed his sword without any ceremony, and placed the blade in Davos' shoulders and neck. "With this I make you Ser Davos Seaworth, for you are a good and daring sailor. You hereby swear to obey and follow your lord, to grant him help and support and to expect the same from him"Then he returned the sword to the scabbard and looked at the former smuggler with a hint of amusement, albeit very faint. "Throw these away"Said Stannis, gesturing towards the mutilated joints.
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Post by Gandalf on May 31, 2023 9:51:30 GMT -5
Davos was given a piece of leather to hold between his teeth, and he bit down hard as the steel sliced through his knuckles. It was all he could do not to scream.
”No, wait.” He gasped, looking down dumbly at the severed fingers as the maester bound up the ruin of his stumps. His Flea Bottom accent cut through, thick and coarse. ”I would keep them, m’lord, if you’d let me. For luck.”
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Post by oznerol on May 31, 2023 10:49:55 GMT -5
Davos was given a piece of leather to hold between his teeth, and he bit down hard as the steel sliced through his knuckles. It was all he could do not to scream. ”No, wait.” He gasped, looking down dumbly at the severed fingers as the maester bound up the ruin of his stumps. His Flea Bottom accent cut through, thick and coarse. ”I would keep them, m’lord, if you’d let me. For luck.”
Replied Stannis. "Now rest. We shall dine onions tonight"If he was jesting, one would hardly know.
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Post by Royal Joker on May 31, 2023 13:43:09 GMT -5
Stannis stood tall on the saddle. He wore leather, mail and iron. The banner behind him shows two stags facing each other -two for the secondborn son, a variant of the paternal arms. "Words are wind, more so coming from the enemy"He said, gritting his teeth. The jaw was tense, like the muscles of the neck. "I am Stannis of House Baratheon, my knees do not bend easily, Tarly"Randyll hard gaze met Stannis's. "This parley is not for my own amusement. The rebellion in the north is over and one way or the other it will end here. My army blocks the road and Redwyne's fleet blocks the coast. There will be no food and no relief. I can simply wait until starvation kills you or your men grow desperate enough to kill you in your sleep. Either way, the end result will be the same."He spoke flatly, matter of factly. He had no need to lie or twist words. He grew tired of this mess, longing to return to Horn Hill. "This is a foolish war. Yet here we are, both doing our duties. I do not ask you to bend the knee, Stannis, only to surrender and spare the life of your men. What you do with your life after that I do not care. I'll personally chop off your head if you so wish."
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Post by oznerol on May 31, 2023 14:13:08 GMT -5
Stannis stood tall on the saddle. He wore leather, mail and iron. The banner behind him shows two stags facing each other -two for the secondborn son, a variant of the paternal arms. "Words are wind, more so coming from the enemy"He said, gritting his teeth. The jaw was tense, like the muscles of the neck. "I am Stannis of House Baratheon, my knees do not bend easily, Tarly"Randyll hard gaze met Stannis's. "This parley is not for my own amusement. The rebellion in the north is over and one way or the other it will end here. My army blocks the road and Redwyne's fleet blocks the coast. There will be no food and no relief. I can simply wait until starvation kills you or your men grow desperate enough to kill you in your sleep. Either way, the end result will be the same."He spoke flatly, matter of factly. He had no need to lie or twist words. He grew tired of this mess, longing to return to Horn Hill. "This is a foolish war. Yet here we are, both doing our duties. I do not ask you to bend the knee, Stannis, only to surrender and spare the life of your men. What you do with your life after that I do not care. I'll personally chop off your head if you so wish." Remarked Stannis, leaning on the saddle, without mockery, just as a matter of fat. He was no friend of jest. "All your might proved useless against my walls. Not even with four or five times the men we had you could do anything. My brother had to lose a battle for men like you to have some glory"
He frowned with disdain.
"If the King's Peace is restored, so be it, I shall bend the knee and swear my oaths if asked to. But, I will not surrender. Storm's End does not yield, because you haven't defeated me"
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Post by Royal Joker on May 31, 2023 15:36:27 GMT -5
"I would imagine a stormlander like you would know the power of the wind, storm bringer that it is. But you speak true, my words mean nothing to you. Should I send for the head of Robert Baratheon to prove it, or do you intend to make this castle your tomb no matter what?"Randyll hard gaze met Stannis's. "This parley is not for my own amusement. The rebellion in the north is over and one way or the other it will end here. My army blocks the road and Redwyne's fleet blocks the coast. There will be no food and no relief. I can simply wait until starvation kills you or your men grow desperate enough to kill you in your sleep. Either way, the end result will be the same."He spoke flatly, matter of factly. He had no need to lie or twist words. He grew tired of this mess, longing to return to Horn Hill. "This is a foolish war. Yet here we are, both doing our duties. I do not ask you to bend the knee, Stannis, only to surrender and spare the life of your men. What you do with your life after that I do not care. I'll personally chop off your head if you so wish." Remarked Stannis, leaning on the saddle, without mockery, just as a matter of fat. He was no friend of jest. "All your might proved useless against my walls. Not even with four or five times the men we had you could do anything. My brother had to lose a battle for men like you to have some glory"
He frowned with disdain.
"If the King's Peace is restored, so be it, I shall bend the knee and swear my oaths if asked to. But, I will not surrender. Storm's End does not yield, because you haven't defeated me" Tarly growled in displeasure. "Then our talks are over. Return to die with the rest of Storm's End. Pray Lord Tyrell or Prince Rhaegar arrive in time to spare you, for I will not. We return!"The Reachmen returned to camp to continue the siege.
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Post by oznerol on May 31, 2023 17:32:02 GMT -5
"You could hardly chop off my head with that crippled leg"Remarked Stannis, leaning on the saddle, without mockery, just as a matter of fat. He was no friend of jest. "All your might proved useless against my walls. Not even with four or five times the men we had you could do anything. My brother had to lose a battle for men like you to have some glory"
He frowned with disdain.
"If the King's Peace is restored, so be it, I shall bend the knee and swear my oaths if asked to. But, I will not surrender. Storm's End does not yield, because you haven't defeated me" Tarly growled in displeasure. "Then our talks are over. Return to die with the rest of Storm's End. Pray Lord Tyrell or Prince Rhaegar arrive in time to spare you, for I will not. We return!"The Reachmen returned to camp to continue the siege. Stannis rolled his eyes. "My lord, it seems I should have used... fewer words phrasing what I meant"He grits his teeth. Tarly clearly had a long sword to compensate some shortcomings. "I accept the King's peace and swear my oaths of allegiance to the throne"
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 1, 2023 14:15:36 GMT -5
Tarly growled in displeasure. "Then our talks are over. Return to die with the rest of Storm's End. Pray Lord Tyrell or Prince Rhaegar arrive in time to spare you, for I will not. We return!"The Reachmen returned to camp to continue the siege. Stannis rolled his eyes. "My lord, it seems I should have used... fewer words phrasing what I meant"He grits his teeth. Tarly clearly had a long sword to compensate some shortcomings. "I accept the King's peace and swear my oaths of allegiance to the throne" Finally, he could end this pointless siege and get back home. He had not seen Melessa in quite a while.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 1, 2023 15:20:21 GMT -5
Stannis rolled his eyes. "My lord, it seems I should have used... fewer words phrasing what I meant"He grits his teeth. Tarly clearly had a long sword to compensate some shortcomings. "I accept the King's peace and swear my oaths of allegiance to the throne"Finally, he could end this pointless siege and get back home. He had not seen Melessa in quite a while. Stannis groans, frustrated. "Aye, Tarly, we surrender"He wanted to stab the man in the face, but Stannis restrained himself. "Respect our honor, life and belongings"
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 1, 2023 15:36:14 GMT -5
"Then you should speak clearly, boy. I have neither time nor patience for your word games."Finally, he could end this pointless siege and get back home. He had not seen Melessa in quite a while. Stannis groans, frustrated. "Aye, Tarly, we surrender" He wanted to stab the man in the face, but Stannis restrained himself. "Respect our honor, life and belongings"
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