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Post by AxBrew Sunster on Jun 24, 2020 18:55:48 GMT -5
"They were a some way behind us, I dispatched a runner as soon as the door was opened, so they should join us soon." He looked at the handful of the Brotherhood who were gathered around them. "Is there anything we can deal with before they get here? Anything else that needs to be arranged?"
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Post by perry on Jun 24, 2020 19:05:07 GMT -5
Harwin shrugged. “It’s just us here for now.” He scratched at his phantom beard. “Might not be smart to give ourselves away before the rest of em arrive.. but I don’t got the mind for strategy. I think there are a few guards about, but even they’re drunk. Jaime brought up near all the wine from the cellars.” His eyes looked back toward Tully. “Until the lady gets here you’re in charge, so what will it be?”
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 25, 2020 17:19:53 GMT -5
The Freys were at their feast, and so the brotherhood passed into the walls unnoticed. Ser Emmon was making merry in the only way he knew how, and had gotten quite drunk. They seemed not to notice that the Kingslayer had disappeared, though a few of the guard were still sober enough to perhaps put up a fight if required.
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Post by AxBrew Sunster on Jun 25, 2020 17:34:52 GMT -5
"We will move slowly and quietly to ensure that the halls immediately around this area are cleared, in the same way an advance party might land to secure a beachhead for a naval assault. Everyone is to move in groups of three and kill any Lannister or Frey man we come across before they can make a sound. Once the rest of the force catches up we will move together into the rest of the keep. Any Frey family members that can be should be captured alive for Lady Stoneheart's personal judgement."
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Post by perry on Jun 25, 2020 17:57:15 GMT -5
As Brynden led his men forward, Harwin and the Lannister cloaked men went forward. He kept an eye out for Genna Lannister, he had promised to do his best m, that is what he had told the Kingslayer. But, he truly hoped he would not bump into the portly Lannister matriarch.
Catelyn soon arrived with the bulk of the Brotherhood’s forces, as men began flowing into the gates slowly. She looked to one of her subordinates with her hateful blue eyes. “Walls..” She croaked. “Gates..” A portion of the men split off to secure the gate houses and cut off any escape.
Without further words Catelyn pointed forward with a glove wrapped hand. She remembered this keep, the Lady was burdened with the curse of memory. She took the rest of their forces, a motley mix of men, toward the main halls where the feasts would be held. They killed any they came upon, their Lady wanted this to be a surprise. The cloaked Hangwoman walked with purpose through her old home, she could see naught but ghosts around every corner. Her young Northmen attempting to keep up, he carried the lady’s blade tightly.
As they drew closer to the halls the revelry grew louder and louder, the audacity of it burned Mother Merciless’ chest, like a brand driven inside her. After everything they’d done.. they were having fun. She growled as they arrived her men fanning out to block the doors and preparing to storm inside. “Go..” She croaked, as men moved to open the doors.
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Post by AxBrew Sunster on Jun 25, 2020 19:46:14 GMT -5
When the sounds of battle began to rise from the great hall, Brynden and his men directed their attention towards the feasting hall as well. Bursting through the door at the opposite side of the hall, cutting down any men who tried to escape, either to flee or to find their weapons.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 25, 2020 19:53:57 GMT -5
Unfortunately for the Brotherhood, they would chance upon a group of Lord Emmon’s men that were a little more sober than the rest - those few guards that were unlucky enough to have been posted whilst their companions were sleeping drew their swords.
“Intruders! Enemies!”
They cried, and though all but one were swiftly cut down the damage was done. The merriment ceased, and battle began as the Brotherhood burst into the feasting chambers. Emmon cowered behind his guards as they stumbled forward, and though most of them were drunk a few did have swords and armour, enough to pose a threat to the brotherhood.
Fortunately for the Kingslayer, he would find his aunt still searching for her furs in her chambers; it would be a simple enough matter to lock the doors and bar her in whilst the brotherhood put the rest to the sword.
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Post by perry on Jun 25, 2020 23:23:34 GMT -5
The Brotherhood seized forward under the direction of Mother Merciless. She pointed a gloved finger toward the cowering Emmon and the men surged forward entering from the various doors that led into the hall. They knew the Hangwoman would want as many of these Freys alive as possible. Among the Brotherhood’s two hundred swords were Jack-Be-Luck, Beardless Dick, Ser Gendry with his hammer, and Lem Lemoncloak with his titular yellow cloak and The Hound’s helm. The cloaked lady stood in the hall, watching, ever watching. This was where her father held court, where she and her brother had played, where she was told she would marry rough Brandon.. where she married sweet Ned. If her tear ducts still worked she might have wept, instead her eyes twitched.
Tom Seven Streams hid beneath a table playing “Wolf in the Night”, the haunting melody dancing about the halls. As if Robb Stark’s ghost were there among them. “And the stars in the night were the eyes of his wolf, and the wind itself was their song.” The bard went, as the heedless slaughter continued, blood pooling on the floors of Riverrun. They would clear the keep of Freys or die in the attempt.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 26, 2020 8:16:03 GMT -5
Blood ran in rivers as the Frey guardsmen were slaughtered in their cups. Emmon himself was easily captured, sword struck from his hand as he attempted to swing at Ser Gendry; the boy's hammer broke at least a few fingers. They put up a decent fight, and a few brotherhood men went down dead or with wounds, but the feasting Freys had their guard down and there were not enough armed and sober men to make a difference.
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Post by perry on Jun 26, 2020 12:33:28 GMT -5
The battle was short if you could call it one. The Brotherhood made short work of the Frey guards, at a minimal cost. Gendry proved his metal, smashing Lord Emmon's hand to splinters. In the aftermath the Brotherhood herded the surviving Freys together in the courtyard, where Lady Catelyn awaited. At this point she had pulled her hood back, revealing her bone white hair and her scared pudding-like flesh. A portion of the Brotherhood watched as she waited to pronounce the sentence of those Freys they had rooted out. Among them Ser Gendry who'd brought Emmon low, Lem Lemoncloak, and others. Men, women, or children, it did not matter, all were to be brought to judgment by Mother Merciless. The Freys were like an infestation.
The Brotherhood tore through the keep, looking for any Freys that might be hiding elsewhere in Riverrun, going room to room. While others manned the walls, keeping an eye out for any that might make a break for it. Harwin moves quickly hoping to find Genna before the others could.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 26, 2020 12:56:46 GMT -5
"M'lady, I heard noises"
Said a maid, who was putting a fur-lined cloak into a large oaken chest.
"Nothing, nothing, just revelries, the men are too... festive of late. Maybe Lord Jaime is having some fun"
She was humming to herself.
"Ohh, this gown, by the Maid!"
Genna looks with admiration to a dress, in red, embroidered in gold.
"To the chest you go"
Another maid takes it and places it on the chest. Lady Lannister was trying some earrings in front of the polished golden mirror when someone bursted through the door.
"What? Who dares?!"
She yells, red-faced.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 26, 2020 19:11:10 GMT -5
The sounds of battle died down, and Jaime emerged form his quarters with his few remaining guards. They were wide eyed, and kept their sword on their hilts, but Jaime was unconcerned. He had regained control of himself. Cersei was dead, it was almost a relief, yet he felt black hearted at the thought. She was at the center of the rot of his honor, his whole family was. Misplaced duty was the theme of his life. He called out to men who ought to recognize him. "Genna Lannister, she is not to be harmed. Bring her to me at once. She is innocent of any crime."
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Post by perry on Jun 26, 2020 19:18:40 GMT -5
As Jaime emerged a few eyes turned toward him, but only for a moment. Red nosed Mudge looks toward Jaime through bushy eyebrows, he hacks up a loogie onto the floor, some spittle sticking to his bushy whiskers. “We don’t work for you, Kingslayer. Brynden says Mother Merciless wants everyone of em in the courtyard.” A half smile appears on his lips.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 26, 2020 19:29:14 GMT -5
"Seven hells." Jaime cursed. If he had delivered the Keep only to ensure the death of his own kin, what sort of man was he turning into, once again? Ser Brynden had proven to be a source of sanity, at least. "And yet you may need to rely on me one day for your own skins. In the field you lot would be no match even for a half-hearted charge of heavy horse. " he replied. "Where is Ser Brynden?"
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Post by perry on Jun 26, 2020 19:39:42 GMT -5
The footmen scratched at his nose. “Hey, we’ve killed more than our share o’ sparkling knights. Some o’ em still swing in de breeze.” A couple members of the brotherhood gave a laugh, blood still on their hands from the slaughter in the feasting hall. “Brynden’s likely in the courtyard with the Lady.” He said, gesturing for the men to continue searching. “These fucks stole this keep, talking like that people might wonder whose side yous on. The Lady wanted to take the Twins, Riverrun was yous idea.”
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