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Post by Gandalf on Jun 22, 2020 18:01:55 GMT -5
"You did not think to do it yourself, I see. I will have Lord Davos write to the Iron Bank to purchase supplies with their coin."
Stannis pursed his lips, and waved a hand.
"Rise, Ser Massey. You did your duty well. We will sail south soon, to attack the Riverlands by the way of the Bay of Crabs. Perhaps you will win a keep down there for your loyalty."
Maidenpool, perhaps, should Mooton not prove accomodating.
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Post by perry on Jun 22, 2020 18:42:49 GMT -5
"We will provide all we can, as we have already, Your Grace. But, an extra twenty thousand men might change the equation." Wyman assured, chins giggling as he waved his pudgy fins, from his seat. "We have enough to last White Harbor for years, so as a temporary measure we can support them. The food supplies brought from Essos can offset the loses. We should not delay the advance for such concerns, though I commend from cousin's intentions."
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Post by Politburo Barry on Jun 22, 2020 20:05:00 GMT -5
Massey sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck upon having his mistake pointed out to him. Alas, he was useful first and foremost as a negotiator and not a logician. In any case, the King's next words heartened him and washed away his embarrassment. "My thanks, sire. Like your new sellsword captains, I shall be prepared to move out at your order." Unless Stannis had further commands to give him in that moment, he would retreat to a corner, allowing the various captains to declare their loyalty to their new employer and explain the composition and capabilities of their companies.
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Post by LD on Jun 22, 2020 20:10:17 GMT -5
"Do not give me lessons, I lost a brother to the Freys. I do not have to be taught what loss is, ser"Jon said. "You have seen the man, he has been tortured and broken. He paid for his crimes. And to execute him for my brothers' death is pointless now, both are alive, or at least Bran left Winterfell unharmed"He looks at Wyman. "An ambassador is an ambassador, and the Valesmen are no Freys, they respect the guest's right and have honor. Lady Mormont, per chance you would know my sister by eye?" , Lady Mormont gave to think, not necessarily convinced of the proposed mission, "Like with young Jeyne Poole, who was set up as Arya Stark and even blinded most of the gathered Northern Lords, there is always a chance that it might be another Lannister trick. Remember that we had been blind once already and that it might be wiser to sent someone, who had more contact to your family, Snow."
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 25, 2020 16:52:40 GMT -5
Silence had fallen over Winterfell's Godswood, where Eddard Stark had sat and brooded so long ago. The trees had gathered in silent audience to the King, who stood in the grove with Lightbringer held in a gauntleted hand. Even in the darkness of the forest, the blade shimmered with green and crimson, rather like the wildfire that danced on the waves on that fateful day on the Blackwater Bay. The blood-red leaves of the Weirwoods were now frozen, stubbornly clinging to the branches as the trees wept snowflakes and icicles. Crows fluttered above in the branches, muttering to themselves conspiratorially.
Theon. Theon. The wind whispered, as the last of Balon Greyjoy's sons was brought out to Winterfell's grove. The King and his charge were alone, but for a few grizzled men with the Direwolf sewn over their hearts.
"Lord of Light, lead us from darkness. Fill our hearts with fire, so we may walk your shining path. R'hllor, you are the light in our eyes, the fire in our hearts, the heat in our loins. Yours is the sun that warms our days, yours the stars that guard us in the dark of night." Chanted the Red Priestess, as the courtyard filled with the hungry eyes of the Queen's Men. Two mounds of wood had been thrown together for the victims; two Stormlanders had knifed a Northman over food, or some such unsavoury business. They had each been tied to a stake by Ser Clayton Suggs and the Giantslayer. Melisandre held a torch aloft, burning fiercely despite the fierce wind.
Lord of Light, defend us. The night is dark and full of terrors. One of the men screamed, his plea answered only by Ser Clayton's mailed fist.
Theon. It grew louder, echoing amongst the trees. The heart tree was weeping blood, the mouth twisted into a sneer.
"R'hllor who gave us breath, we thank you. R'hllor who gave us day, we thank you."
The fire kissed the wood, taking hold in the bundle of sticks and branch. It licked at the pyre, and the air filled with smoke and screaming as the murderers were consumed by the Lord of Light's cleansing fire.
The Night is dark, and full of terrors.
They could hear no screams in the Godswood, where the broken Greyjoy knelt before the king. A snowflake hissed as it melted against the Red Sword of Heroes.
"If you have any last words, turncloak, speak them now, before you go to your gods."
Stannis Baratheon loomed over Theon like a crowned shadow with eyes of cold blue.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 25, 2020 16:56:39 GMT -5
Lester Morrigen looked on. The godswood made him uneasy. He would never understood the worship of mere kindling. It should all be offered to the Red God.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 25, 2020 17:37:25 GMT -5
Silence had fallen over Winterfell's Godswood, where Eddard Stark had sat and brooded so long ago. The trees had gathered in silent audience to the King, who stood in the grove with Lightbringer held in a gauntleted hand. Even in the darkness of the forest, the blade shimmered with green and crimson, rather like the wildfire that danced on the waves on that fateful day on the Blackwater Bay. The blood-red leaves of the Weirwoods were now frozen, stubbornly clinging to the branches as the trees wept snowflakes and icicles. Crows fluttered above in the branches, muttering to themselves conspiratorially. Theon. Theon. The wind whispered, as the last of Balon Greyjoy's sons was brought out to Winterfell's grove. The King and his charge were alone, but for a few grizzled men with the Direwolf sewn over their hearts. "Lord of Light, lead us from darkness. Fill our hearts with fire, so we may walk your shining path. R'hllor, you are the light in our eyes, the fire in our hearts, the heat in our loins. Yours is the sun that warms our days, yours the stars that guard us in the dark of night." Chanted the Red Priestess, as the courtyard filled with the hungry eyes of the Queen's Men. Two mounds of wood had been thrown together for the victims; two Stormlanders had knifed a Northman over food, or some such unsavoury business. They had each been tied to a stake by Ser Clayton Suggs and the Giantslayer. Melisandre held a torch aloft, burning fiercely despite the fierce wind. Lord of Light, defend us. The night is dark and full of terrors. One of the men screamed, his plea answered only by Ser Clayton's mailed fist. Theon. It grew louder, echoing amongst the trees. The heart tree was weeping blood, the mouth twisted into a sneer. "R'hllor who gave us breath, we thank you. R'hllor who gave us day, we thank you."The fire kissed the wood, taking hold in the bundle of sticks and branch. It licked at the pyre, and the air filled with smoke and screaming as the murderers were consumed by the Lord of Light's cleansing fire. The Night is dark, and full of terrors.They could hear no screams in the Godswood, where the broken Greyjoy knelt before the king. A snowflake hissed as it melted against the Red Sword of Heroes. "If you have any last words, turncloak, speak them now, before you go to your gods."Stannis Baratheon loomed over Theon like a crowned shadow with eyes of cold blue. Hearing about the executions, Jon hurries himself by Theon's side, not minding Melisandre or her ilk: "Wear the black, there's still hope and redemption to be found!"Snow leans and bends, grabbing Greyjoy's shoulder. "Else, I let you know that you will rest here, with father..."
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 25, 2020 18:02:01 GMT -5
Theon knelt in silence before the king, feeling the heat from his blade against his skin. He was terrified, unsure what to do. Long ago he had been confident and bold, sure of himself in every swagger. Yet he had been a boy as well, unsure and doubting. He had lost so much as Reek, left with fear and terror of his betters, of his tormentor. Somehwere he lost the will to live, then the will to die. His life had not been his own, it had belonged to Ramsay to toy with cruelly.
Yet... somewhere a light had been lit, a flame in his soul long forgotten. He was reminded of it once again when Jon grabbed his shoulder. He had claimed his life back, he was Theon again. How liberating, how intoxicating, to be someone. His talks with Jon and Asha had reminded him of what that meant. He raised his head and stared directly at Stannis Baratheon. The dark features of the king seemed more intense than ever in the light of his burning sword.
"I wish, your Grace... to carry the burden of my crimes for the rest of my life... and to take the Black, and serve mankind at the Wall as a member of the Night's Watch."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 25, 2020 18:10:10 GMT -5
Theon knelt in silence before the king, feeling the heat from his blade against his skin. He was terrified, unsure what to do. Long ago he had been confident and bold, sure of himself in every swagger. Yet he had been a boy as well, unsure and doubting. He had lost so much as Reek, left with fear and terror of his betters, of his tormentor. Somehwere he lost the will to live, then the will to die. His life had not been his own, it had belonged to Ramsay to toy with cruelly.
Yet... somewhere a light had been lit, a flame in his soul long forgotten. He was reminded of it once again when Jon grabbed his shoulder. He had claimed his life back, he was Theon again. How liberating, how intoxicating, to be someone. His talks with Jon and Asha had reminded him of what that meant. He raised his head and stared directly at Stannis Baratheon. The dark features of the king seemed more intense than ever in the light of his burning sword."I wish, your Grace... to carry the burden of my crimes for the rest of my life... and to take the Black, and serve mankind at the Wall as a member of the Night's Watch." Said Jon, looking back at his liege. He left a hand on Theon's shoulder. "Spare him the blade, let him become a brother and atone his sins at the Wall"
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Post by pontifex on Jun 25, 2020 18:19:24 GMT -5
Lord Lester's voice rose in agreement "Aye, the black!"
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Post by Politburo Barry on Jun 25, 2020 23:49:37 GMT -5
Massey stood near Morrigen, similarly looking on as the King prepared to sentence Theon Turncloak and the latter pleaded to take the black. He found himself nodding along with the Stormlander lord and the new Warden of the North, the man who reportedly came back from the dead thanks to the grace of the Lord of Light, as they encouraged Stannis to spare Greyjoy. Unlike Suggs and most of the other Queen's Men in Baratheon's inner circle, the knight of spirals was no great fan of watching people burn to death, to the point that Ser Richard Horpe had once dared to question his courage and faith in the Heart of Fire on the march to Winterfell.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 26, 2020 8:27:14 GMT -5
"You chose blood over honour, Theon Greyjoy. But you still turned your cloak."
The King frowned at Jon. A crow cawed, echoing the sentiments of his men.
Wall. Wall.
The trees continued to whisper Theon's name as the King ground his jaw to splinters. He pulled Lightbringer away.
"Fine. Trade your tattered Kraken for a black cloak, if it pleases you. You will find like-minded company among the traitors and thieves that put a blade in Lord Snow's heart."
Stannis sheathed the blade, the heat hissing as it died.
"You can escort him there yourself, Lord Snow. Be it on your head if he does not reach Castle Black."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 26, 2020 8:35:22 GMT -5
"You chose blood over honour, Theon Greyjoy. But you still turned your cloak."The King frowned at Jon. A crow cawed, echoing the sentiments of his men. Wall. Wall.The trees continued to whisper Theon's name as the King ground his jaw to splinters. He pulled Lightbringer away. "Fine. Trade your tattered Kraken for a black cloak, if it pleases you. You will find like-minded company among the traitors and thieves that put a blade in Lord Snow's heart."Stannis sheathed the blade, the heat hissing as it died. "You can escort him there yourself, Lord Snow. Be it on your head if he does not reach Castle Black." Said Snow. They were a significant number and the Wall was always in need of men.
"Tormund had to travel North with a number of his people to tend to the wildlings that reached Eastwatch and must be settled in the Gift"
"Aye, if that man wants to be a crow, I'll make sure he joins the other black bastards"Said the chieftain who, like the other wildlings, had attended the executions more for killing time than for actual interest on the matter.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jun 26, 2020 14:53:56 GMT -5
Theon stayed silent after Stannis' proclamation. It had taken all his strength to say his mind and he felt exhausted. He simply bowed his head, rose to his feet and silently moved away from the king. He supposed he would become one of the stewards of the Night's Watch, lacking the strength to be a ranger or a builder. He hoped he could do some good with the last years of his life, however short it would be.
Asha Greyjoy watched from a distance as her little brother took joined the Night's Watch. She was happy that his life would not end today. Yet it still felt like she was about to lose him again - the first time when he was sent as a hostage to the North, the second time after his 'death' at Winterfell, and now for a third time to the Wall. She turned away and left, not wishing to say her good byes. It was better this way, she told herself.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 1, 2020 22:50:55 GMT -5
A raven, from Casterly Rock, flies to the hands of Stannis Baratheon.
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