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Post by Kurts on Jul 29, 2015 23:18:00 GMT -5
The boy he sent was almost raped twice before he reached the Ironborn prince.
When Tyrell arrived the finger dancing competition was still in full swing, someone having been found for Symon to pop his cherry with.
"Didn't expect to see you out in the sun with that complextion, Lord Maekar." he remarked, ducking as a wild axe almost took his head off. "Come to take part in the only true contest in this tourney or did you come for something more dull?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 30, 2015 7:14:44 GMT -5
It turns out Allyrion is a worthy hand with an axe as he plays, losing no digits and only having to dodge twice in ten throws.
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jul 30, 2015 14:09:38 GMT -5
He smiled creepily at the Prince,"I'm tempted to take part, but I'd rather talk with you first. Is there a place where we can sit?"
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Post by Kurts on Jul 30, 2015 14:19:47 GMT -5
"The latter then." he replied, with a melodramatic sigh. "Very well, let's adjourn to my tent."
Once inside, he poured two goblets of Arbor red, amused that until the transfer of its ownership he would have better access to the wine than the Reachman and would be able to acquire it for far cheaper than Tyrell after the transfer.
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jul 30, 2015 14:37:50 GMT -5
He took the cup, and swirled the wine in it. "How fitting, I'm sure the Arbor will miss your kind's 'able' administration."
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Post by Kurts on Jul 30, 2015 14:46:54 GMT -5
"Lucky for the Arbor then that my kind will remain in the form of the new Lord Redwyne's Harlaw bride and the iron blood in their heirs to come." he replied, with a wry smile. "Though I do hope you called me away from my recreation for more than minced words and passive aggressive slights."
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jul 30, 2015 15:02:49 GMT -5
"There is talk of weird happenings beyond the Wall, and the mysterious red drug." He drank the wine,"I was curious if our treaty had anything to do with that, and if you could confirm the rumors."
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Post by Kurts on Jul 30, 2015 15:22:29 GMT -5
"Don't you have your own leaders to ask about rumors? Or are they too busy washing the taste of northern cock from their mouths?" he asked, deadpan.
"Our treaty exists because the Federation intends to press the Dayne bastard's supposed claim on Westeros and they possess a fleet that dwarfs my own. Were it not for that, there would be reavers up and down the Mander at this very moment reducing your new lordship to ash and sowing your fields with salt." He said all this with the same tone normally reserved for taking of the weather.
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jul 30, 2015 21:41:31 GMT -5
He groaned,"I would have asked them, but the Iron Islands are a fair bit farther north than we are." He chuckled at Killion's comments,"Too bad the Arbor's wine is now pisswater,"He poured the contents of his cup out on the floor, making a disgusted face at the contents,"or you'd be able to remove the taste of Lord Kalvin's manhood from your own mouth." He tossed the cup over his shoulder, it hit the side of the tent and fell to the ground.
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Post by Kurts on Jul 30, 2015 21:59:15 GMT -5
Killion glanced to the puddle of wine on his tent floor and back up at the clearly suicidal lord with mild annoyance.
"I would remind you that you have made the same mistake of entering my tent alone as I did entering Lord Stark's. The difference was I was not foolish enough to provoke the man." he said, with a sharkish grin. "I would also remind you that I still control the Shields, and therefore the Mander, the lifeblood of your lands."
"Consider both of those facts before speaking again."
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jul 30, 2015 23:03:01 GMT -5
Maekar smiled back, his terrible grimace matching Killian's predatory grin. "You need the Goldland's alliance, you said so yourself. Killing me might ruin that." He stepped past Killian and opened the tent flap,"You're welcome in Highgarden anytime." His facetious invite hung in the air as he stepped outside, making for the Reach camp.
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Post by Kurts on Jul 30, 2015 23:25:57 GMT -5
"Killing you would indeed ruin the peace." he agreed, following him out into the camp crowded with reavers and cutthroats, patting the ghoulish man on the back . "Lads! Lord Tyrell here requires a lesson in manners. See that he gets it and lives to remember it well."
"Oh and before I forget." he added. "The tariffs for ships sailing out of the Mander have just doubled."
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jul 31, 2015 0:13:04 GMT -5
Lord Maekar assesses the scene, counting the men and locating weapons and escape avenues. He then turns to Killion," Making your men beat me, ruling Tyrosh has made you soft or Kalvin really did make you a woman while you sojourned in his tent. Fight me yourself."
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Post by Marlow on Jul 31, 2015 0:25:42 GMT -5
Harwyn is one of the first to respond. Unless Killion calls him off, he aims to drive his fist into the back of Maekar's head.
[Unarmed Combat- 55]
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Post by Kurts on Jul 31, 2015 0:33:11 GMT -5
Killion leaned back against one of the poles supporting his tent, crossing his arms over his chest as he finished his goblet of wine.
"You misunderstand me, my lord. I do not want you to have a fair fight. I want you to have a beating." he replied easily. "Unless you would rather apologize for your rudeness? I do still enjoy the sight of a groveling greenlander."
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