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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 8, 2020 15:14:46 GMT -5
The Tower of the Hand is located in the Red Keep on Aegon's High Hill in King's Landing. It serves as the living chambers and work office of the Hand of the King. The tower's private audience chamber is not as large as the king's, but it has Myrish rugs, wall hangings, and a golden-tinted round window that give it a sense of intimacy. The bedchamber of the Hand of the King has a canopied bed and sconces on the walls and rushes on the floor. The tower's Small Hall, named in contrast to the Great Hall of the Red Keep, is a long room with a high-vaulted ceiling and bench space for two hundred. It has trestled tables and great wooden doors. The Tower of the Hand also has a solar and a garderobe. The tower has tall windows.
The tower is currently being repaired after it was destroyed with wildfire by Queen Cersei following King Tommen's marriage to Margaery Tyrell.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 9, 2020 11:53:52 GMT -5
A raven, bearing a mockingbird.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 10, 2020 19:54:50 GMT -5
Nymeria came to speak with Queen Margaery, wherever she may be. She was accompanied by a few other Dornish ladies and retainers; bastards and second children of noble houses that Prince Doran had little room for in the court of Sunspear.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 12, 2020 16:49:40 GMT -5
The youthful queen was in the godswood of the Red Keep, enjoying the fine outdoors with her ladies-in-waiting. She gave a courteous smile when the Dornish bastard approached. The Reachmen shifted nervously, whispering among each other. The Sand Snakes were known, even in the Reach, as the deadly bastard daughters of the Red Viper. And few Reachmen held any love for Dornishmen, prince or bastard alike.
"Lady Sand, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. How do the fair weather of King's Landing treat you? It must be quite the change from the hot sun of Dorne?"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 13, 2020 9:03:12 GMT -5
"Your Grace."
Sand offered the Queen a graceful curtsy, the discomfort of Margaery's attendants drawing a smirk. Nymeria was dressed not for war, but for court, in a delicate gown of flowing silks that they so favoured here in this pit of lions. And still they feared her.
"I find I am wearing more now I am in the capitol, for the sun is cold and empty."
Although her current garments were so thin as to almost be transparent, the daughter of Oberyn wore no hint that her words were spoken in jest.
"It is taking some getting used to, and not just the lack of sun."
Nym could not help but notice the Weirwood, the bloodied gaze of the Heart Tree ever present in the back of her mind. It felt out of place here, a remnant of something long forgotten and no longer welcome. The thought of being watched gave her no comfort.
"But where is my courtesy, Your Grace. I must offer my congratulations on your innocence. Word had spread from Dorne to the Wall of your plight. As well as that of the Lady Cersei."
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 13, 2020 14:38:25 GMT -5
Margaery gave a smile. She had met enough Dornish ladies in her days to notice how they used their free-spirited attitudes and revealing clothing to control the room. Though she felt an innate distaste for the Dornish bastard, it would not rule her.
"I am sure you will find your place in King's Landing soon enough. And thank you, I thank the Seven that justice has been served and my innocence have been proven in the eyes of the Faith. I pray that justice once more prevails for her Grace, it is truly a disgrace what has transpired. At least Queen Cersei will be defended by true warriors."
Though she hid it well, no doubt the Sand Snake could tell the sarcasm behind Margaery's words. Her imprisonment and realizing Cersei's conspiracy against her, Margaery found it harder these days to hide her contempt for the old lioness.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 13, 2020 15:49:57 GMT -5
"Apparently myself included, according to the Queen. I think she has been drinking too much Arbor Gold. I am no warrior."
Nymeria chuckled mirthlessly.
"I hear that she has a new champion. A Ser Strong. A man mountain, like the murderer Clegane. He will be difficult to best in battle for any of the Faith's warriors."
Her father's pride had led him to fall in battle needlessly against the brute. Sent to Dorne was his colossal skull; she'd seen it with her own eyes, and yet he had apparently been effortlessly been replaced. Nymeria suspected the work of the weasel maester, but could not be sure.
"Tell me, how is the Lord Willas? My father spoke of him often, and with some fondness."
She flitted onto another subject. Thoughts of Clegane soured her mood.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 14, 2020 13:04:19 GMT -5
"Oh truly, did she really ask you to be her champion? Please excuse me, but that is quite humorous. A daughter of Prince Oberyn Martell I would expect nothing less of, but that her Grace would ever think of the possibility..."
Margaery chuckled lightly, which seemed to make her attendants ease up a little.
"Yes, Ser Strong... a man as silent and large as the mountain. Hardly a man with courtly manners, he seems to need neither eat nor sleep from what I've heard. Simple rumors to be sure, but he is ever vigilant in staying by her Grace's side at all times."
At the mention of Willas, she raised her eyebrows quizzically.
"My brother? Willas is doing wonderfully, last I heard. With the Ironborn pillaging the Reach, he does his utmost to protect our home. Oh yes, he and Prince Oberyn did frequently correspond about horse breeding. I love horses as well, but some things are beyond my comprehension. They seemed to get along fine, despite my brother being crippled by Prince Oberyn."
Now it was Margaery's turn to switch the topic.
"My lady, I must ask, what happened in Dorne to Princess Myrcella? It is diifcult to get a full picture of what transpired, and I was hoping that you may be able to enlighten me."
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 14, 2020 18:03:35 GMT -5
”A man by the name of Darkstar tried to kill her. A most unfortunate circumstance. Soon my sister will deliver the traitor’s head to the Red Keep.”
Nymeria looked solemn. Myrcella was a sweet girl, and it was a genuine misfortune that events had turned so poorly. She was simply born to the wrong house, with a bitch for a mother and a Kingslayer for a father.
”Yes, my father spoke with him often. Rare to find such a man still unwed, being heir to Highgarden and the whole Reach.”
Sand shrugged, nonchalantly. To her, this was little more than idle conversation.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 14, 2020 18:08:03 GMT -5
Although the Tower of the Hand was decimated and destroyed half a year earlier, Cersei dispatches guardsmen to take hostage any found within to be brought before her in the Red Keep.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 19, 2020 15:20:01 GMT -5
After the meeting, Devan came to the Tower of the Hand, which was being rebuilt steadily. It was easy to find Lord Tyrell, more easy than anyone could expect. Ser Lannister had some inquiries to make and among them were rising ambitions since his talks with Lord Tarly.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 20, 2020 1:26:02 GMT -5
Mace Tyrell greeted Devan Lannister in his office, a half-finished room with a desk. He gestured toward a seat and took his place on the other side of the desk. A servant brought some wine and refreshments for them to consume.
"An honor, Ser Lannister, please take a seat. Fresh fruits and wine straight from my own gardens in Highgarden, I hope you enjoy them."
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 20, 2020 1:34:15 GMT -5
Devan wondered if Tyrell truly spent a dragon on anything of use. Still, the Lannister picked up an apple to nibble on.
The honor is mine, my Lord Tyrell.
He says before looking at the interior of the relatively unfinished Tower.
You truly are keeping to your word of a Tower greater than the one before. Surely this is costing you a fortune to do.
The Iron Throne was in debt, so where else would the money for this project come.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 20, 2020 6:08:41 GMT -5
A message, from Lord Petyr Baelish:
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 20, 2020 12:12:00 GMT -5
Mace gave a hearty laugh and raised his goblet.
"Whatever is built must be stronger than what came before. Words my father told me as a young lad, which I live by. Money is a trifle when it comes to do my duty to the realm."
There was also a handy penny in being the true ruler behind the Iron Throne, but there was no need to brag about that.
"So tell me, good Ser, what brings you to my humble abode today?"
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