A Game of Thrones (IC, OPEN)

by **Alotopia** » Fri Mar 06, 2015 7:23 am

A Game of Thrones - 501 AL

OCC: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=331898

The Iron Throne
The seat of power for the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros....
Forged by man and dragonfire it has inspired only fear, rebellion, and greed throughout the realm....
Many have played it's game....
But none have ever truly won....
For the game never ends....
At best there only lulls and pauses....
Winter has ended and the game renews....
As always there are new players....
The rule stays the same....
You win or you die....

OP: Toronina
Co-OPs: Blobovia and Woodstovia

by **Alotopia** » Fri Mar 06, 2015 12:05 pm

The Vale of Royce
The Castle of Eyrie
Lord Yorwyck Royce

It was early morning in the Eyrie... The mist hovered over the valley below, barely reaching the base of the castle, when Lord Royce awoke from his slumber. His brother, Robbert Royce, stood vigilant at the door after relieving the Night Guard at 6 am. Robbert takes his protection duties very seriously, often wearing his set of armor even in the Palace. However, today, he was in his regular clothes. The amount of castle guards, the Bloody Gate, and the three castles on the approach to the Eyrie ensure that anybody, who isn't approved, doesn't get in; and there wasn't any visitors scheduled, so he wasn't worried.

The bell tolled a loud, wake up signal and soon the castle was slowing waking up... It was just an ordinary day, nothing important going on... Except it was the day that Lord Yorwyck and Robbert were setting out for King's Landing to visit with the Queen and the Hand. The castle was a buzz with the hammering of steel and armor in preparation of the journey. While the Lords were not the Queen, they travelled with a party about the size of hers. They had mostly destroyed the hill tribes following the War of the Five Kings, they felt that a strong show of power and force would scare away any bandits... They also always want to show King's Landing that they are not just powerful because of the Castle Eyrie, they have soldiers as well.

Lord Royce rose from bed and began to put on his clothes that would go under his armor... He was going to ride most of the 29 day journey in his armor, so he had to make sure he had some padded clothes underneath it...

"Robb," Yorwyck said, talking to his brother, "send a raven to King's Landing telling them that we are on our way and we will be there in 28 days. And make sure you bring plenty of ravens for orders back to the Vale. I don't want to be cut off from our lands".

Robbert nodded in acknowledgement, and quickly penned a message on a sheet of paper to be delivered to the Queen...

Your Majesty, Queen Baratheon,
Lord Yorwyck Royce of the Vale would like to inform you of his departure from the Vale and that he will take about 28 days to reach King's Landing. He also requests a meeting with the Hand upon his arrival. He has matters of the utmost importance to discuss with him.
In your Honor, Lord Robbert Royce

Also Robb, pen a message to Lord Joffery Redfort, tell him to grab some of his guard and meet us at the Bloody Gate. He should know already, but I want to make sure.

Robbert nodded again and penned another letter...

Honorable Lord Redfort,
Lord Royce requires the presence of yourself and your best swordmen at the Bloody Gate to join his party. If you would be expedient on your departure then you should be able to reach the Bloody Gate at nearly the same time as our party.
With warm Regards, Lord Robbert Royce

The messages were sent as Yorwyck was finishing putting on his armor, "Time to leave."

So Yorwyck, Robbert and their party left the Vale for King's Landing.

by **Toronina** » Sun Mar 08, 2015 4:19 am

Lyonel Baratheon
Red Keep, King's Landing

Lyonel had been talking to Grand Maester Oswell about the treatment of his son. His eldest child Davos had fallen ill some time last year. The Grand Maester was young compared to most of the Archmaester's of the citadel. A man of 50 with balding brown hair. After the worst of Davos' illness supsisded, he had brought his son, who had been the squire for Lyonel's father in law, Lord Blackwood, to the capital. Lord Blackwood had been sad to see the boy go, but it was for the best. His younger children, Stannis and Jeyne had also been brought to King's Landing, to secure possible marriage contracts.

He had also given a letter to the Grand Maester, one commanding Baela to return to the capital at once. She wasn't just the Mistress of Laws, she was Lyonel's hostage, to ensure good will between New Valyria and Westeros. It had pissed him off to no extent to learn she had left the capital and was residing on Dragonstone.

Dear Baela Targaryen

On my orders, you are to hereby return to the capital at once, and resume your position of Mistress of Laws. I did not give you control over the Narrow Sea just so you could fly away and not return. Failure to do so will result in the stripping of your lands given to you. I will deal with Lord Tyrell, and put an end to his petitions, you are in charge of the law of the realm, not him.

Done in the Light of the Seven who are One.
Lyonel Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, Hand of the King and Protector of the realm

He sighed when he heard a knocking at his door. Since the Maester had gone up to the Ravenry for the hourly check, it fell the Lyonel to open it. He saw Lord Tyrell on the other side, and told him a very polite and courteous version of the phrase 'fuck off'. He sighed when the man went away, no doubt to complain to Cassana. He sat back down to see the Grand Maester return. "A letter from the Eyrie my lord, written by Lord Yorwyck's brother Robett." He explained.

Lyonel opened the letter up to see what it said. "Well, it seems we must establish a welcome for them. Grand Maester, meet me in the Small Council chambers, and get the rest of the way please." He said, leaving the room and setting off

by **Blobovia** » Wed Mar 11, 2015 3:29 am

Lady Lara Lannister & Ser Aedulf Branting

Out in the courtyard, a young woman and her older lover were pracgicing the noble art of war. Lara had better agility and technique than her captain, but he was still stronger and bigger. It had been Aedulf's idea that they should sparr together. Even with her bodyguards, Lara still had to be able to defend herself he had said, and she couldn't argue with that. Of course, by then she hadn't know how hard it would be. Ser Aedulf was a stern teacher. But Lara wasn't one to give up. Steel clashed against steel in a dance of ox and lion.

Lara made use of her smaller size and managed to get some decent hits, but was eventually pushed back by Aedulf. She slipped and fell to the ground. He helped her up again. "You learn fast, milady."

"Thank you!" Lara took of her helmet and recieved a mug of water from a servant. That reminded her, it was about time she got herself a squire. She gave Aedulf a kiss. It didn't matter who saw. "I must attend a meeting with the small council now, would you escort me?"
"Of course, milady."

They headed to the small council chambers right away, without changing from the training armour. Appearantly it was a good idea, as they were the first ones to enter. Lara had plenty of time to get ready for the discussions.

by **Woodstovia** » Wed Mar 11, 2015 9:54 am

Cassana Baratheon

Cassana was in the royal chambers, eating a lemon cake which one of the new cooks had made for her. The man was watching nervously and almost shaking which made her smile a little. She ate the cake and smiled at the man, it was delicious. "That was okay... But I expect better next time. You're dismissed" she told him harshly. The man nodded nervously, bowed and quickly scurried away. Cassana sighed and flopped onto her feather-bed. Being the queen was hard work.

by **Alotopia** » Wed Mar 11, 2015 4:10 pm

Edge of the Vale
Bloody Gate
Lord Yorwyck Royce

The horses slowed from a jog to a walk as Lord Royce's party neared the infamous gate. They could barely make out Lord Redfort's sigil near the entrance. Lord Redfort was a huge, powerful lord on par with "The Mountain" or Ser Gregor Clegane... Standing at an astonishing 6 feet 9 inches tall and weighing in at around 400 pounds, he is one of the largest people in Westeros. An imposing site at even a distance, he is commonly referred to as "Royce's Lion". A dig at House Lannister about Clegane.

They continued their pace for a minute before Lord Redfort's deep, bellowing voice permeated the quietness of the canyon...

"Lord Royce!! A pleasure to see you again my friend!" Redfort said as Yorwyck approached, "It is always exciting to join you on your travels!"

"To you as well, Lord Redfort! Care to join us on our ride to King's Landing? We need to speak with the 'Queen' and her Hand... We also need to speak with the Targaryan, more so than the Royals... *He laughs* Lord Redfort, do you know the history of the realm?" Royce asked, it was obviously a rhetorical question to Redfort... Yorwyck was going tell him the history whether or not he knew it or not...

"Of course my lord, but I doubt I know what you are talking about..." Redfort said as he motioned the gate guards to raise the gate and their combined parties began the journey...

"Well, let me tell you... Several hundred years ago, the Targaryans ruled Westeros after conquering it with the help of dragons. They ruled by inbreeding and incest for a while until a king named Aerys II took the throne. He was commonly called "The Mad King" for being quiet crazy..."

Lord Royce went on for hours explaining Robert's Rebellion and the War of Five Kings... But he made sure Lord Redfort knew about how the so called line of Robert Baratheon was tainted by Lannister incest and inbreeding.

"King Tommen was lucky he married Shireen... At least there is a bit of Baratheon blood in the current queen's vines, rather than all Lannister blood..." He pauses, "You know that the Lannisters used to be filthy rich right? Yep, but during the war their gold mines began running dry. It is said that the Tyrell House is the most powerful house since then..." Royce said, as he sited a conversation between Cersei and Tywin Lannister...

by **Toronina** » Wed Mar 11, 2015 11:20 pm

Blobovia wrote:Lady Lara Lannister & Ser Aedulf Branting

Out in the courtyard, a young woman and her older lover were pracgicing the noble art of war. Lara had better agility and technique than her captain, but he was still stronger and bigger. It had been Aedulf's idea that they should sparr together. Even with her bodyguards, Lara still had to be able to defend herself he had said, and she couldn't argue with that. Of course, by then she hadn't know how hard it would be. Ser Aedulf was a stern teacher. But Lara wasn't one to give up. Steel clashed against steel in a dance of ox and lion.

Lara made use of her smaller size and managed to get some decent hits, but was eventually pushed back by Aedulf. She slipped and fell to the ground. He helped her up again. "You learn fast, milady."

"Thank you!" Lara took of her helmet and recieved a mug of water from a servant. That reminded her, it was about time she got herself a squire. She gave Aedulf a kiss. It didn't matter who saw. "I must attend a meeting with the small council now, would you escort me?"
"Of course, milady."

They headed to the small council chambers right away, without changing from the training armour. Appearantly it was a good idea, as they were the first ones to enter. Lara had plenty of time to get ready for the discussions.

Lyonel Baratheon
Small Council Chambers, Red Keep, King's Landing

Lyonel walked in with the Grand Maester and Lord Commander, all three taking their respective places at the table. "Ah, Lady Lara, I see you have already arrived, along with your bodyguard." He said respectfully. It was no secret at court what the two got up to. "Ser Aedulf, could you kindly wait outside until the meeting is over?" He asked the knight. "Now, all we need is my cousin, her insufferable husband and Lord Iranassar to start to meeting." He said with a sigh. 'Another day of stress and arguing, oh boy.' He thought to himself.

by **Blobovia** » Thu Mar 12, 2015 6:20 am

Lady Lara Lannister & Ser Aedulf Branting

Aedulf bowed respectfully to the queen's lord Hand, and left the chamber. Lara went to sit down, but changed her mind. She instead walked around the table and stopped beside Lyonel.

"The bloody prince, yes..." She used a low voice, you never knew who might be listening. "He's not even trying to hide the fact that he lusts for the Iron Throne for himself. If something happens to her majesty the queen, gods forbid, I don't know how we will keep him at bay."

by **Woodstovia** » Thu Mar 12, 2015 9:31 am

Corlys Baratheon

Corlys slowly entered the small council chamber, his motions displaying a nervousness. There were black marks under his eyes from not sleeping. "HI." he said nervously, sinking into his chair. "Her grace will be here shortly, she's busy right now."

by **Nuxipal** » Thu Mar 12, 2015 10:01 am

Princess Baela Targaryen
High Tide, Driftmark, The Narrow Sea

The letter found Baela as she was lounging in the castle High Tide, which her Uncle Corlys owned. She had started improvements on Dragonstone and preferred to be in a more complete castle and had threatened everyone who was working on it with death if they damaged or destroyed the Painted Table. Her dragon, Caeliphon was still the largest known dragon in the world, but there were rumors of a large wild dragon still hiding in the Riverlands. Her Velaryon Cousins had been sent to find and tame it with little success. They both remained eager to find it, but it was proving extremely difficult to track it down.

"Princess Baela, another letter from the Capital. The Hand this time bids you return and take your seat on the small council." Laenor Velaryon was the youngest of her Cousins here. He was 15 and already both an anointed Knight of the Seven and a Valyrian Knight blessed with fire and magic. "Write a response for me. Let him know I am overseeing important construction projects on Driftmark and Dragonstone and can't possibly come to Kings Landing." The project on Driftmark was of a new fleet. While the two islands housed more than 150 ships, she had plans of building more than 200 more ships, but first a new harbor was being constructed to house an enormous fleet. It wouldn't take even half as long as the improvements to Dragonstone, but it would be another year before it's completed. Until then work on the ships was slow and done 10 at a time.

The letter was written by Laenor, brought to Baela for her signature and then sent by Raven to Kings Landing. However, she added another section to the letter before signing it.

To the Lord Hand,

I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience. I am unable to return to the Capital at this time as the construction projects on Driftmark and Dragonstone have not been completed enough and require my oversight still. Please give the Queen and the other Council Members my regards and I hope that you all can find a way to manage without me for a longer period of time.

Additionally, I have learned that my brother has been named the sole heir to the Valyrian Empire and to celebrate is going to launch a campaign against Saath then the Dothraki to reclaim the Sarnori Kingdom for Valyria and push on to Ibben before coming south and capturing Vaes Dothrak. He has asked that I attend this campaign to support the endeavor with my dragon. I have yet to decide if I will do such a thing as I have these construction projects to watch over, but It would be a good way to get Caeliphon to stretch her wings for a long period of time.

-Mistress of Laws, Princess of Dragonstone, Baela Targaryen

She sent Laenor away with the letter and continued to look out from the Balcony at the construction project below. It was enormous, both the port facilities below, and the tower she knew was under construction. If the Lord Hand knew about the tower, he never made any mention of it in his letters asking her to return to Kings Landing. Whenever she did return, she had another Targaryen Legacy to drag home. The Dragon Skulls which were supposedly still hidden in the Lower Levels of the Dungeon.

by **Alotopia** » Thu Mar 12, 2015 4:04 pm

The Vale of Royce
The Eyrie
Lord Royce in abstentia

The Eyrie was cold and quiet with Lord Royce gone... Maester Tagir was in the Lord's study, cleaning up and organizing his desk when he saw a letter addressed to him in Yorwyck's handwriting...

Hmmmmm..., he thought as he grabbed the letter opener and cut it open...

To: Maester Tagir

Humble Maester, I expect you will find this letter when you are shuffling through my papers and organizing my study. By the way, thank you for cleaning it. It gets dirty...

Anyway, as you have found this letter, there will be two more hidden behind the mounted Stag head above my bed. The head is on hinges so don't break it. Inside, you will find one letter addressed to Baela Targaryen of House Targaryen and Brandon Stark of the North.

Please remove the Targaryen letter, and send it immediately to Dragonstone. Do not open it because it will break the seal...

Thank you, Lord Yorwyck Royce.

The Maester was surprised that Lord Royce couldn't do it himself, but Tagir sent it anyway. It wasn't his business... He walked to the Raven coups and took out one trained to go to Dragonstone and attached the letter. He let it go and it began to fly towards Dragonstone...

Inside the letter, Yorwyck was very careful with his words...

To: Baela Targaryen

Dear Lady Baela Targaryen of House Targaryen,

It would be my honor to hold a feast, in your honor, at my Castle Eyrie in the coming weeks. I don't believe I properly thanked you for your support in quelling the rebellion and stopping the invasion of the Vale. Your valor in battle and the support of the dragon was invaluable. I hope you are willing to make the short jump to the Vale and meet with me and my court for dinner.

May the Targaryens regain what was lost, Lord Yorwyck Royce

by **Toronina** » Thu Mar 12, 2015 10:21 pm

Blobovia wrote:Lady Lara Lannister & Ser Aedulf Branting

Aedulf bowed respectfully to the queen's lord Hand, and left the chamber. Lara went to sit down, but changed her mind. She instead walked around the table and stopped beside Lyonel.

"The bloody prince, yes..." She used a low voice, you never knew who might be listening. "He's not even trying to hide the fact that he lusts for the Iron Throne for himself. If something happens to her majesty the queen, gods forbid, I don't know how we will keep him at bay."

Lyonel Baratheon

"Indeed." He said, whispering back. "I'm tempted to have him sent back to Highgarden." He admitted to her.

Woodstovia wrote:Corlys Baratheon

Corlys slowly entered the small council chamber, his motions displaying a nervousness. There were black marks under his eyes from not sleeping. "HI." he said nervously, sinking into his chair. "Her grace will be here shortly, she's busy right now."

He turned when he saw his cousin enter the room. "Corlys, is something wrong?" He asked the Kingsguard, noticing the mans eyes. "It appears Ser Corlys is suffering from a lack of sleep, all to common I'm afraid." The Grand Maester said. "If you so wish I can give you some dreamwine.

"Is something troubling you Corlys?" Lyonel asked. He liked Corlys much better then the man's twin.

by **Alotopia** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 7:26 am

The Riverlands
Approach to Harrenhall
Lord Royce

"Ah, there it is. Harrenhall, the largest castle ever built. Could garrison a million men, I believe. Could withstand any seige, but that didn't matter... Aegon the Conqueror and his dragons roasted Lord Harren inside with their fire. A terrible death..." said YoryYorwyck Royce as the passed Harrenhall.

"Mi Lord! I believe that on our current path and pace wawe should reach King's Landing much a head of schedule, possibly within 10 days!"

"Good, this trip will be well worth it, i hope. I need to speak with Lord Tyrell and the Lord Hand once i get there..." Royce said while riding forward.

by **Blobovia** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 12:05 pm

Lady Lara Lannister

It was nice to hear that Lyonel was on par with her opinions on Quentyn. She didn't hear Corlys enter, but turned to face him at the same time as his cousin Lyonel did. The young knight looked very worn out and extremely tired. Both his appearance and geist seemed to get worse for every time she saw him, and it had been so for the past year. It was as if some evil disease had gripped his soul, or something, a terrible secret perhaps, that put a heavy weight on his shoulders and conscience. A more supersticious person could believe that the youngster was posessed by devils, but not Lara. There must be another explanation.

"What is keeping her majesty occupied?" she asked Corlys. Lyonel had already asked about his well being, so she felt it was unnecessary of her to do the same. She wasn't sure he would give an honest answer anyway, men rarely admitted to feeling ill. They were all the same, even Aedulf in some aspects, even though he had his advantages in others...

by **Woodstovia** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 2:52 pm

Corlys Baratheon

"Huh? Oh, uh. I guess I just haven't been sleeping well lately and Cassana usually wants me guarding her at night. I'll try and get more sleep, I don't need any dreamwine." Corlys coughed before continuing. "I think she was feeding her birds." Corlys replied uncertainly, he knew they wouldn't like the fact that their queen was postponing a council meeting to play with her pets. "She'll be here soon though don't worry."

by **Alotopia** » Sat Mar 14, 2015 12:59 am

OOC: This is supposed to be very similar to the fall of House Renyes of Castamere...

One Year Earlier

The Vale of Royce
The Eyrie
Lord Yorwyck Royce

Lord Yorwyck Royce looked out the window facing the Bloody Gate and the approach to the Eyrie... There was a dark black smoke billowing into the sky... It was the ancestral holding of House Ironstone... WAS is the key word... Following Ironstone's defeat at the hands of Lady Baela Targaryen, Lord Royce had called his banners and marched out the Bloody Gate to destroy their home... Most of Ironstone's castle guards had been killed at the Gate, so the Castle was quickly overrun and occupied by Royce.

"Weak he called me... Let them call me weak when his entire House is no more" Royce thought as he turned by to the task at hand...

He stood over the lesser Lords who had recently brought up arms against him and the most powerful lords of the Vale...

Yorwyck enjoyed the moon door and throwing things down it, but this was a time to punish these Lords by carrying out with his own claymore.

"Lord Ironshore of House Ironshore, you have committed treason against the Vale and the Crown. You are hereby sentenced to death and all of your families land holdings are now forfit. While your rebel leader may have escaped justice by being killed by the Targaryen dragon, you will be served justice." Royce said as he grabbed his claymore from Lord Redfort, "May the Gods have mercy of your soul."

The blade was sharp and strong, it sailed through the air as it neared the rebellious Lord's neck. When the blade impacted the flesh, it cleanly cut through it, straight to the bone and then out the other side... The Lord's body slumped down and fell off the chopping block, and his head was quickly grabbed off the ground.

The stone floor of the Eyrie was stained with blood that day... Twelve headless bodies had been throw out the moon door and their heads placed on spikes. The rebel leader, Lord Ironstone's burnt body had been discovered by Royce's forces after Baela Targaryen had forced the rebels to surrender. His body was paraded to the Eyrie and his head was chopped off.

Twelve Lords had rose up against House Royce, and twelve heads now lined the Bloody Gate... They played the Game of Thrones, and they lost...

by **Toronina** » Sat Mar 14, 2015 5:56 am

Blobovia wrote:Lady Lara Lannister

It was nice to hear that Lyonel was on par with her opinions on Quentyn. She didn't hear Corlys enter, but turned to face him at the same time as his cousin Lyonel did. The young knight looked very worn out and extremely tired. Both his appearance and geist seemed to get worse for every time she saw him, and it had been so for the past year. It was as if some evil disease had gripped his soul, or something, a terrible secret perhaps, that put a heavy weight on his shoulders and conscience. A more supersticious person could believe that the youngster was posessed by devils, but not Lara. There must be another explanation.

"What is keeping her majesty occupied?" she asked Corlys. Lyonel had already asked about his well being, so she felt it was unnecessary of her to do the same. She wasn't sure he would give an honest answer anyway, men rarely admitted to feeling ill. They were all the same, even Aedulf in some aspects, even though he had his advantages in others...

Lyonel Baratheon

"I to would like to know what is keeping our dear queen so long." He said annoyed. This wasn't just some ball she call cancel, this was the matters of the realm. While she held no power, Cassana seemed to have wanted to be queen so bad. "She wants to be a queen yet is late to our meetings."

Woodstovia wrote:Corlys Baratheon

"Huh? Oh, uh. I guess I just haven't been sleeping well lately and Cassana usually wants me guarding her at night. I'll try and get more sleep, I don't need any dreamwine." Corlys coughed before continuing. "I think she was feeding her birds." Corlys replied uncertainly, he knew they wouldn't like the fact that their queen was postponing a council meeting to play with her pets. "She'll be here soon though don't worry."

"Corlys, I suggest you skip this meeting and get some sleep. All men and women, especially the Kingsguard need to sleep." Lyonel said, annoyed with his cousin. "I will be having a talk with Cassana. Postponing a meeting just so she can feed her stupid birds? If she hasn't noticed, we have a collection of them, in the Ravenry." He said annoyed. He turned to the Lord Commander. "Vorian, after the meeting tell the Queen she can pick any three kingsguard, including you to protect her. I mean for my cousin to get a good nights rest."

Lyonel looked around seeing they were missing two members. "Where are Lords Harlaw and Iranassar?"

by **Woodstovia** » Sat Mar 14, 2015 10:39 am

Corlys Baratheon

"Those are all ravens though she prefers her songbirds they're smaller and fluffier-" Corlys argued, feeling stupid for arguing with the hand of the king over the fluffiness of birds. "And I can't sleep, I need to work." said Corlys though it was clear that he was exhausted.

by **Blobovia** » Sat Mar 14, 2015 10:45 am

Lady Lara Lannister

Birds? Birds!? Gods, please let that be code for talking with her spies, and not actually her flying pets! Cassana was lucky to be queen in name only, otherwise Lara felt that she would be likely to stage a palace coup. How could a human being be so infuriating?

"I'm afraid I don't know were the Masters of Ships and Whispers are at the moment, but I'm sure they'll show up eventually." She looked at Corlys and felt pity for him. "I agree with the Hand. Go and get some rest. Do your work afterwards."

by **Sebastianbourg** » Sun Mar 15, 2015 12:49 am

Lord Sebasion Iranassar

Lord Sebasion Iranassar, Lord of Summerhall and Master of Whisperers of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros entered the Small Council's meeting-chamber with his characteristic flair. He was dressed in exquisite and expensive robes which had been brought from distant lands deep into the Essosi mainland while the wine that he had drank came from somewhere in Dorne. Upon his entry he quickly glanced at Lady Lara Lannister and nodded as if approving of her appearance and quickly sat down immediately apologising for his tardiness and failure to arrive on time to such an important event as a Small Council debate. He then arose and excused himself once again for forgetting to greet the assembly with a bow and gave them a slight bow which seemed more like a long and deep nod! Having done that, he sat down once again and asked, "What have I missed due to my lack of punctuality?" After waiting a few seconds he spoke once again and this time had a big smile on his face, ''Has Cassana been a good queen? Go get some sleep Corlys; I'll assign another Kingsguard to protect the Queen''.

by **Toronina** » Sun Mar 15, 2015 2:56 am

Sebastianbourg wrote:Lord Sebasion Iranassar

Lord Sebasion Iranassar, Lord of Summerhall and Master of Whisperers of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros entered the Small Council's meeting-chamber with his characteristic flair. He was dressed in exquisite and expensive robes which had been brought from distant lands deep into the Essosi mainland while the wine that he had drank came from somewhere in Dorne. Upon his entry he quickly glanced at Lady Lara Lannister and nodded as if approving of her appearance and quickly sat down immediately apologising for his tardiness and failure to arrive on time to such an important event as a Small Council debate. He then arose and excused himself once again for forgetting to greet the assembly with a bow and gave them a slight bow which seemed more like a long and deep nod! Having done that, he sat down once again and asked, "What have I missed due to my lack of punctuality?" After waiting a few seconds he spoke once again and this time had a big smile on his face, ''Has Cassana been a good queen? Go get some sleep Corlys; I'll assign another Kingsguard to protect the Queen''.

Lyonel Baratheon

"She is postponing our meeting so she can play with some birds." He said annoyed, obviously pissed off. "We must wait for Lord Harlaw and my dear cousin to show up."

by **Sebastianbourg** » Sun Mar 15, 2015 10:00 am

Toronina wrote:
Sebastianbourg wrote:Lord Sebasion Iranassar

Lord Sebasion Iranassar, Lord of Summerhall and Master of Whisperers of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros entered the Small Council's meeting-chamber with his characteristic flair. He was dressed in exquisite and expensive robes which had been brought from distant lands deep into the Essosi mainland while the wine that he had drank came from somewhere in Dorne. Upon his entry he quickly glanced at Lady Lara Lannister and nodded as if approving of her appearance and quickly sat down immediately apologising for his tardiness and failure to arrive on time to such an important event as a Small Council debate. He then arose and excused himself once again for forgetting to greet the assembly with a bow and gave them a slight bow which seemed more like a long and deep nod! Having done that, he sat down once again and asked, "What have I missed due to my lack of punctuality?" After waiting a few seconds he spoke once again and this time had a big smile on his face, ''Has Cassana been a good queen? Go get some sleep Corlys; I'll assign another Kingsguard to protect the Queen''.

Lyonel Baratheon

"She is postponing our meeting so she can play with some birds." He said annoyed, obviously pissed off. "We must wait for Lord Harlaw and my dear cousin to show up."

Lord Sebasion Iranassar

Lord Sebasion Iranassar laughed for a short while and then added sarcastically, "What a marvellous Queen; she concerns herself with the plight of her people and takes an important role in the management of the Realm. She's magnificent!" After getting rid of the enormous grin on his face the Lord of Summerhall enquired in a more serious tone, "Lord Hand, would you like me to get her? Her Grace seems to be running awfully late; that certainly is not a novelty but I am sure if a member of this honourable council were sent to retrieve she would gladly come and attend this session of the Small Council. I am in your hands, Lord Hand!"

by **Woodstovia** » Sun Mar 15, 2015 10:14 am

Corlys Baratheon

Corlys yawned. "Fine, I guess I will just go to bed." he murmured quietly. "Bye." Corlys said, leaving for the White Sword tower.

Cassana Baratheon

Cassana Baratheon entered the room after Corlys had left and smiled at her subjects. "Morning!" she called cheerfully, taking a seat at the head of the small council's table.

by **Toronina** » Sun Mar 15, 2015 1:18 pm

Woodstovia wrote:Corlys Baratheon

Corlys yawned. "Fine, I guess I will just go to bed." he murmured quietly. "Bye." Corlys said, leaving for the White Sword tower.

Cassana Baratheon

Cassana Baratheon entered the room after Corlys had left and smiled at her subjects. "Morning!" she called cheerfully, taking a seat at the head of the small council's table.

Lyonel Baratheon

"I do not like when small council members are late Cassana. Next time, turn up to the meeting on time, instead of playing with your bloody birds. To add on to that, you can pick three members of the Kingsguard to defend you for a week, except Corlys. He needs to get a good nights rest. Now, all we need is Lord Harlaw."

by **Krugmar** » Sun Mar 15, 2015 3:04 pm

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