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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 16, 2020 20:02:23 GMT -5
The sellswords, handling Queen Cersei, weren't quick enough to stop her. Before the bottle was poured out, half of its contents were already drained from the vial. The sellsword who grabbed it, glanced at the bottle, then tried the Queen by her cheeks. If he had to, the Westerosi would jam his fingers in her mouth to make her throw up whatever she drank. Spit it out, damn you!It was too late. She was already gone before they could even utter a word. As she fell limp and the life left her, the sellswords knew they were gonna get it. They were told to bring back the Queen alive and unharmed. Now, the Queen Lannister was dead. The Lord of the Waters was not going to be pleased... (Continued here) |
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Post by pontifex on Jun 16, 2020 20:09:19 GMT -5
A thick, cottonmouth sensation filled Cersei's mouth. Breathing suddenly became...somehow unnecessary? She stared ahead at the bricks and cobbles overhead. "I wish it was the open sky." she thought. "Why isn't it the open sky?" Hadn't the sorceress guaranteed as such? What else had the taken for granted?
Tommen...Myrcaella...Tomm...Tommen...
The Queen mother perished without any pomp or circumstance, Cersei of the House Lannister, Queen Dowager, Queen Regent of the Realm, was dead.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 16, 2020 20:10:17 GMT -5
The Lord of the Waters waited on the shores, on a simple rowboat, surrounded by a handful of sellswords. Crab’s Pincer hung at his hip, but he’d replaced plate with linens and boiled leather. Silver hair flapped about his head in the cool winter breeze. They’d been stood out here for hours, with no sign of victory or defeat, only the faint sound of commotion coming from the tunnels above. Suddenly, the door opened, and his sellswords poured out of the passageway, jostling and pushing prisoners forward.
”To the ships, you bastards!”
Waters bellowed, unable to see in the emergent darkness who exactly they had captured. They scrambled into the rowboats to get the skiffs tied up just offshore, the fleet waiting further ahead. Tommen was hauled onto the boat with the rest of them, the Lord of the Waters’ eyes widening as he seated himself opposite the plump little Lannister.
”Seven fucking hells. You got the King?”
A king was worth a King’s ransom. The boats paddled away, the skiffs bobbing in the Blackwater waiting for their coming.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 16, 2020 20:31:15 GMT -5
Cersei Lannister was dragged into view as the other sellswords got on, limp and quiet. The captain of the group reported that she drank something from a vial then fell silent.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 16, 2020 20:38:55 GMT -5
“Cover her up, you fucking idiots! That’s the fucking Queen!”
Waters hissed, pulling off his cloak and throwing it over the Queen Mother’s now pale corpse. Sweet, stupid Cersei. Poison, it looked like. She was worth nothing dead, save a warrant for treason. They pulled the King up onto the decks of the Lord Tywin, along with the other restrained prisoners.
”Come. We make for Dragonstone. Let us not linger in this mess.”
Sails rose, and the wind blew them back across the Narrow Sea, with the King and several prisoners in tow.
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